*Throughout their journey here, Kara has been acting slightly odd...or would that be normal since she is Malkavian?

She hums under her breath, some unknown tune that is quite pretty and calm, until she gets bored of that and switches to singing in Italian, obviously some Opera. Her voice is soft though, so that no one but Solomon or anyone quite close to them, would be able to hear her.

From time to time she'll pause, looking as if the song is ending but what she does is look at a random thing...like a street lamp, or a piece of newspaper laying on the ground and stop to stare at it asking it in a whisper if it has got a piece of twisted peppermint for her, before starting up her song again till the next non-living article falls in her vision.*  

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The Suburbs.

Known by most Kindred as the wastelands. Hunting here is near impossible. Nosy neighbors, neighborhood watches and all the late night scare tactic news watchers keep this place a bloodless desert.

This late at night Kara and Solomon might as well be alone. There are no cars on the road, but two in every driveway. There are no peoiple around, but a married couple and 2.5 kids live in every house.

The streets are named after trees if you go north, the ones that run east and west are named after poets and writers.

They will find themselves on teh corner of Chestnut and Plath. A sprawling nest of safe conformity all around them. Only one Vampire ever made his haven here, in a townhouse near the small manmade lake. Randolph, the ex-primogen who was hunted and killed by his own kind no more than a month ago.  

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Solomon watches the quiet surroundings wearily. This place did not seem right... not natural. Everything so still, so silent. It all looked the same, patterns repeated over and over again. The place was a refuge of stasis... or tried to be, but Solomon saw it for what it was. Like stones press on one another, seeking freedom, seeking movement. Power builds up between the cracks. Stress and rage and instability. Like a faulty dam, holding back all the water in the world, it would one day break. The water that took years to creepy through the stone, dripping here and there, little by little... one day, like a clap of thunder, all that tension would release... and a flood of madness would descend.

"...forty days of rain..."

It slips free, down the gossamer strands of his mind, leaking softly out. He does not even realize he has spoken out aloud until his sister looks at him inquisitively. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts.

Solomon...*Kara utters* are you high? There is no rain, no indication....besides if there were to be a flood of fourty days I doubt any one with an Ark would try to rescue us wretched ones.

*She urges him on with a soft smile.* We may not find anything here but we should look around some, yes?

Exploring the suburbs will be a study in futility for the Malkavians. Every third house they pass, or is it fourth? They all look the same... A dog will bark at them from its house, or come to the end of its chain to snarl threateningly.

Every so often a light will come on in a house they pass. Nosy neighbors peering out at the odd pair. Behind some houses they may catch a wiff of sweet smoke... Bored suburban kids smoking weed behind the garage.

If the peppermint haired Oracle lives here, they dont see, hear, find or feel her. There is nothing here, they may as well be in the bloodless, lifeless desert.

*Holding onto Solomon she walks...err...kinda drags him through the streets. After a long time she huffs then stops and shakes her head.* Nothing...this place has no candy...*she turns on her heal and faces the other.* Let's get out of here, we're wasting time...

Solomon looks at Kara inquisitively, smiling behind his iron prison.

"My turn, again..."

He takes her by the hand and leads her into the night.


[move to Red Zone]

*She smiles brightly up at her brother* I like this game...
*She lets him lead her away, pausing to look over her shoulder one more time at the nothingness they found.*

((*flitters to Red Zone*))

[correction; Move to Red Zone: Sight seeing]