Revan finds the room that offends his scope of tactics the least, and goes and is dead to the world. The bed's not the most comfortable, but it's certainly not the least. He's slept in the Shadowlands on Kashyyyk. With crazy murderous Mandalorians skulking in the shadows killing people that looked like easy targets. And murderous bloodthirsty beasts that scared the tall, extremely strong natives. On the ground. It rained. This is nothing in comparison, really.

He sleeps for nine hours, then drags himself out of bed to meditate for an hour to fix up the rest of his slightly neglected injury. Because of his lack of attention, it's now a subtle scar instead of smooth skin, but he doesn't particularly mind. It's less noticeable than his others.

He scrounges for food, finds some, turns it into an edible form through the use of a lightsaber because he doesn't know how the fuck any of these fucking appliances work, and then eats it. Once that's done, he recalls that his undead companion requires blood to sustain himself.

Let's go see if the vampire's hungry! He knocks, before entering the room, even though he's fully aware Mark's awake. It's only polite.

Mark opens the door.

"Good morning."

"All right. Let me know if that changes."

Revan seems much more chipper today.

"I think I'm going to loot the place," he says brightly.

Revan grins. And then it's time to loot the place.

He is systematic and thorough and obviously takes a certain joy in it.

How useful! Revan is bright enough to identify money on his own, and can figure out most of the obvious stuff without help, but he does need some things explained. Mark is so useful!

They find:

About a hundred and thirty dollars in cash

Several sets of clothes, some of which are even worthy of being worn

A wrist watch

Three cases of tik-tacs

Four cell phones, and only one charger

A stash of porn that Revan finds 'disappointingly boring' ("You'd think murder cultists would at least have interesting fetishes!")

Nail polish (in colors purple, red, and black)

One small case of tissues

A jewelry box filled with shitty knockoff jewelry

A 'Nintendo 3DS' with a pokemon game that is mid-Elite Four fight

A metric shitton of pretty hair clips

One diary, nearly empty except for the promise that the owner will write in it more

A deck of playing cards

A tiny first aid kit mostly filled with stuff to patch up bites, but also some band-aids

Six stuffed cats

Lots and lots of ominous candles

A lighter and a set of matches

Two rolls of duct tape

A truly astounding collection of sex toys (Revan doesn't joke about this one, tempting as it is; the former owner was the vampire. He raises an eyebrow, closes the box, and puts it back in the closet without another word.)

A set of coupons for 'All you can eat!' at a local diner

A night light

"You know," observes Revan when they have finished looting the place, "I don't know if I'm disappointed in them or if I just find it all hilarious."

Revan makes a face.

"Mm. Yeah, if you're up for it. And we should figure it out as safely as possible - maybe try reflections of sunlight or something before moving on to the real thing. No one had a hand mirror, but I could break one of the ones in the bathrooms and use that."

They go and commit some property damage, and then they have some broken mirror shards that can be used to reflect sunlight. Also a blanket, stripped from one of the beds, to combat sunlight if it looks like it'll cause Mark to explode.

And then they go to see if Mark will react in any particular way to reflected sunlight.

Indirect sunlight seems to be fine - he can stand in the same room as a window - but apparently the mirror reflects it well enough for his skin to catch fire.

He giggles and smothers the flames with his other hand. "Ow. Well, that was educational."