Eeee!

Megamind makes me squee in loud and frightening ways.  Love lovelovelovelove.  Also, fuckin' badass soundtrack.  I mean- dude!  Dreamworks superhero flick for kids with Highway to Hell!  Back In Black!  Welcome to the Jungle!!!

eeeeeee.

And the whole thing just makes me wriggle in my seat and grin like a fool.  Okay, there's a spot in the beginning that I have to mentally put down to Rule of Funny, but there's a lot of that in classic superheroic stuff.  I give it a pass for sheer silly balls.


In other news, dude from the dog-walking job said I'd know by Friday, hasn't called me back despite polite messages asking yea/nay.  Hope fading, which is a damn shame because it would have been perfect.

Steampunk Vampire.

...steampunk vampire heiress is making noises about how she'd like an adventure, please.  Only makes sense, given how much of her youth she had to spend locked up in the labs, attached to tubes and machines and filters to keep her alive- but now she's got the mobile kit and gets blood via wild parties where she's made a seance-y party game out of checking whose blood is compatible with hers by mixing dots of it on a mirror.

Now here's the thing- what sort of disease would be a good one for that?  I could just fudge it and just say 'whatever it is, that's why mad scientist!daddy invented all the wacky medical tubes and blood-filtration stuff, and I declare that it works except when plot says it doesn't', but it'd be nice to have a little realism thrown in.  Could be classic porphyria, or some sort of unnamed liver or kidney malfunction- you know what, classic porphyria works just fine. 

Transplant Lyssa/Lysander, Meriel's bardic minion, from D&D to steampunk universe, and you've got a lovely little wealthy vampire/badass rogue acting as interface and distance-agent setup.  Yes, I like this. 

Now if only I knew what they were looking for...

-Edit- Zomg, I still don't know what they're *looking* for, but I know how the adventuring party gets formed- she takes along folks who are A) useful in general and B) good for being surreptitiously drained of a pint or two every week or so to top off her own supply.  The filter/transfusion kit is much, much smaller than the immobile stuff she was hooked into as a young'n, but it's still big enough- about the size of a small bed, a coffin, or a large suitcase- that everyone would look at it and think it's just crazy upperclass lady over-packing, but it's on wheels and moves along okay so no one can make her abandon it.  Or if it comes to that she sticks with the cart and lets the adventurous types scout ahead.