[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
[sub]Interactions: Everyone in the Great Room, Lysandra [@Force and Fury][/sub]
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Vincent hadn’t realized how tired he truly was until he returned to the Crow’s Nest with the others. He said his goodnights to everyone, walked into his room, and suddenly felt as if his limbs were suddenly too heavy for even himself to lift. He shrugged his coat off and let it fall to the ground as he trudged over to his bed. Once there, he fell forward and landed facedown on the mattress. He didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he opened his eyes the next morning to find that his room, rather than being pitch-black, had started to light up with the watery light of early morning.

He stood up, only then noticing that he had fallen asleep bent over his bed, and stretched his arms over his head with a yawn. His left forearm ached a little, as did his side and leg, but other than that, he could tell he was fully healed. He threw a quick left jab just to be sure and, satisfied, grinned. He looked over at where he had placed the phone the day before and slipped it into his pocket. [color=orange][i]Gotta remember to ask Lys about this,[/i][/color] he thought as he left his room.

He spent most of the day helping out with set-up for the celebration later that evening. He stopped, however, when he saw people from the provisional government arrive to collect the mistle sample and Ionna. As they walked away with her, Vincent nearly made a move to stop them, unsure where such a powerful sense of distrust and anger toward the agents came from, but stopped himself when he caught sight of the looks Erik and Poppy gave him. Instead, he let out a deep breath as the door closed behind the agents and Ionna, then busied himself with the rest of the set-up.

A couple of hours later, he was back to his normal, cheery self. He couldn’t deny that he still felt sour about how they had given Ionna to the provisional government, but he understood. Despite being a revenant, she was only a child. Whether or not she was strong or good in a fight didn’t matter, given that what Vincent had seen over the years would scar a well-adjusted adult. Given that Ionna wasn’t only a child in appearance, but mentally, it was only a matter of time before she had seen something that would damage her irreparably.

Vincent stepped into the Great Room and found that Erik, Cerise, Lys, and Desmond had all beaten him there. A sweet scent drifted into his nose and he walked over to find them standing around a cake. [color=orange]”Ooh, someone made cake!”[/color] he expertly deduced. [color=orange]”I’ll have to steal a piece of that later.”[/color]

When he remembered the phone in his pocket, he turned to Lys. [color=orange]”Oh, Lys, if you’ve got time, I’ve got a favor I need to ask you,”[/color] he said.

[color=7FFFD4]"I charge by the minute, bub. You're on the clock."[/color] The words sounded businesslike, but she softened them with a small grin.

[color=orange]”Well, I hope you’ll be alright with an IOU,”[/color] Vincent responded with a chuckle. He brought Lys off to the side for some privacy and pulled the phone out of his pocket, the light glinting off of the cracked screen. [color=orange]”So, I’ve got this thing,”[/color] he said. [color=orange]”Last group of people I was with called it a ‘phone.’ I have no idea where I got it from, I just noticed it was in my pocket a while back and I’ve tried to turn it on, but I never had any luck with it. So, I was thinking I’d go to the smartest person I know and see what she can do with it.”[/color]

Lys took the phone from him. [color=7FFFD4]"Hmm,"[/color] she replied, turning it over in her hands. [color=7FFFD4]"Flattery will get you far."[/color] She furrowed her brow momentarily. [color=7FFFD4]"And yeah, it's a phone: smartphone by the looks of it, probably a Samsung. Battery's shot for sure, screen’s probably gone too, internal corrosion…"[/color] She trailed off. [color=7FFFD4]"I'll have to crack it open later and see. No promises, but I'll work on it."[/color] She raised her eyebrows playfully. [color=7FFFD4]"Who [i]knows[/i] what we might find."[/color] She took a sip of her drink and tucked the phone under one of her legs because the people who designed clothes had not seen fit to bless most women’s clothing with useful pockets.

Vincent grinned and said, [color=orange]”Hey, I’ll take what I can get! Those people said these things could play music, too, so if there’s any on there I can listen to, then I’d call that a win!”[/color] He then clapped his hands and added, [color=orange]”Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go cook. I just thought of something this party’s missing.”[/color]

With that, he walked over to the section of the Great Room set aside for cooking. Before he joined the Commune, he had only cooked a handful of times, but since it had always only been for himself and only out of boredom, he never cared too much about how well he did. But now that he was part of a group that not only had humans that actually needed to eat but also had a proper kitchen, he found himself almost overcome by a powerful urge to cook. Despite the fact that he wasn't even sure he [i]could[/i] cook, Vincent found that he felt almost as confident about this as he did when he charged into a fight.

[color=orange][i]Besides, how hard can making a pizza be?[/i][/color]