Community Theatre
Caleb was nowhere to be found indoors. There was a hamper full of towels (seriously, why did Robyn own that many towels?) in the bathroom. Liam managed to snag the last clean one. She was out of shampoo, and the hot water didn't last either. Caleb was nowhere to be found in the house. However, the sound of his barks was what led Liam to the settlement.
It wasn't far from the house, just past a thicket of lilac trees. It occurred to Liam that he'd never asked her just how far the property extended. The yurt was spacious enough to comfortable house a dozen. Unfortunately, there were at least 15 by Liam's estimation. Some had been unable to move, and he wondered just how many of them were too far gone in the conversion process from human being to mind-controlling blood factory. Certainly many of them had been nursing fresh lacerations from carved incantations.
Those who could fit Robyn's hoodies or Jack's old flannels were dressed, and a few of them bore Mik's silk ponchos. A pair were on the far side of the yurt, digging a hole for a latrine, with a third supervising. The group's youngest (early 20s, by Liam's estimation) was playing a rousing game of fetch with Caleb. She was sporting a fresh buzz cut. A large group was sitting around a campfire. It looked like it had been going all afternoon. A woman was playing one of Jack's acoustic guitars.
One of the group at the campfire spied Liam approaching, and murmured something about a vampire. A silence spread quickly through the camp. One of the abilities they had apparently retained from their ordeals was an innate ability to recognize his kind.
The kid quickly abandoned the game of fetch, and dashed over to the group. Caleb looked at them awkwardly, not understanding the source of their sudden apprehension. He came over to greet Liam. He jumped up ecstatically, clearly overstimulated.
Moments later, a member of the group stood, and walked over to Liam. She was an older woman, mid-fifties. She squinted at him, bleary-eyed. The Tremere had not even allowed her to retain her glasses. "You must be Liam," she said. "Robyn told us about you."