And let me find no true abode

The kitchen was fully stocked with breakfast items. Oatmeal, bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, potatoes, plus the makings for pancakes or waffles, if someone was so inclined. For the less alive crowd, there were also bags of orangutan and pig's blood in the refrigerator. Probably best not to ask how those got there so quickly.

Dawn was contemplating the ingredients and wondering if she wanted to attempt to make some scones.

[ooc: Last Scotland post! NFB and open to everyone here. No OCD. Departure portal will be handwaved, unless people want a post to say goodbyes.]

"Okay, guys," Dawn said, standing in front of the gate to an old cemetary and clutching a stake. "Her" sword was in a sheath over her shoulder, "normally I'd say not to split up, but most of you know how this goes and everyone fights differently, so I'm not going to interfere, except to say that you should probably stay with at least one other person. But there's been a lot of vampire activity in this place lately, and the girls are really enjoying the idea of a night of not having to be here."

"Um, it's kind of foggy, so watch out for the headstones and fresh graves. Tripping is bad."

Dawn fidgeted. "Um, go have fun?"

[ooc: Go to town! Feel free to mod vampires, and I will try to ping in if you don't want to mod.]