“Yes, right away.” Rick hung up and smiled to the vampiress seated beside him in the vehicle, before returning his gaze to the streets ahead of him as he drove on. The vampiress merely shook her head and continued to stare out the window. If Rick hadn’t been talking into his hand, pinkie and thumb out like a telephone for thirty minutes, you probably wouldn’t have thought him to be a Malkavian.
The Malkavian driving had a grey business suit on, his dark hair slicked back professionally with his eyes peering out at the road from behind sharp rimless specs. Not a hair out of place, his shirt was tucked in, his tie was pinned down straight and proper, and his wristwatch even had the time exact by the second.
The vampiress checked her own watch before leaning over slightly to point out a building, “The Prince wanted you to go over to that building over there.” Rick ignored her and kept on driving, “Hey! We have to stop and turn around!” But before long he was already more that a few blocks away, and instead parked out in front of his apartment building.
Getting out of the car, the vampiress grabbed onto his wrist, “We have to go back!”
The Malkavian merely stared down at her rather coolly, “And why should I listen to you? You don’t even exist.”
“You 'kay, sir?” Rick spun around to find a hobo looking over at him curiously, “You…you talkin' to yo'self, sir?” “I’m fine.” Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out an orange ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ Monopoly playing card, pushing it into the hobo’s hands carefully before proceeding into the apartment building. In the lobby he approached the open elevator, leaving a few seconds later after pressing all the floor buttons, instead ascending all twenty floor via stairway.
Eventually, he made it to his apartment. Unlocking the door and opening up, he stared through the forest of carefully installed poles and up at his living space. Coat rack on the ceiling, shelf on the ceiling, coffee table and couch on the ceiling. TV, floor lamp, bookshelf, kitchen counters, stove, fridge, table and newspaper on it, coins spilled out (and glued) onto the table…all upside-down on the ceiling. All the electrical and plumbing had been expensively renovated to be upside-down as well.
Hanging up his jacket on the hanging coat rack, and tiptoeing to place his shoes in the closet, he walked over to the poles installed directly beside and in front of the couch and television. Rick grabbed one pole with one hand and coiled his leg around the other, and rather smoothly and in a practised manner, he climbed and flipped upside-down himself on the poles to ‘seat’ himself onto his couch. He stuck his hand into the cushions of the seat to pull out the remote and turn on the television, setting the remote back onto the couch, he paid no mind when gravity struck and it clattered over him and onto the ground. Reaching around to the side of the couch, he pulled out the machete only he could see, running a hand over it as he stared over at the loud blaring whitenoise with interest.