Kids:
elfbennu: After school, the kids pour out of the school house, dispursing to the playground, cars, or sports fields. On a usual day, the mice would run in terror from them with big grins on their faces.
elfbennu: Today, though, the mice are still. Most of them are missing. There are a few white pods scattered here and there, but no mice.
SpellWeavre: ((White pods?))
MusicalRebecca: ((same question here.))
elfbennu: ((well, go investigate. :-) ))
SpellWeavre: Seesy emerges from the school building, gossiping (in her raspy way) with Mary.
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca takes her time to gather her books and double check that she has the blue piece of paper in her pocket before exiting the classroom.
SpellWeavre: She doesn't actually laugh, though, just sort of smirking. This seems to bug Mary, who teases her about it, >>
SpellWeavre: but her best efforts only elicit a sickly sort of smile.
SpellWeavre: Eventually the two part ways, Mary rolling her eyes in an obvious emote of “she's gotten so weird lately,” and >>
SpellWeavre: Seesy/Moira looks around nervously, wondering if she'll catch sight of Rebecca... or Rania.
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca walks out of the classroom in deep thought. The keeps her right hand in her pocket feeling the piece of paper, >>
MusicalRebecca: while she thinks over what it could mean. She continues to walk slowly, but in a nice, round rhythm towards the front of the schoolyard.
elfbennu: Rebecca nearly stumbles over one of the pod-like things near her feet. It looks like something bound in cloth.
MusicalRebecca: She retrieves her hand from her pocket and crouches down to look at the cloth-bound object.
elfbennu: ((are you touching it or just looking?))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca keeps her distance, just coming close enough to it to get a good look. However, she is close enough that if it moved away>>
MusicalRebecca: she could reach out a hand and restrain it.
elfbennu: ((Okay, it looks like a creature of some kind, bound in cloth or thread. It could be one of the mice, but you're not sure. It is not wiggling.))
MusicalRebecca: ((Is it totally still?))
elfbennu: ((yep))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca timidly reaches a hand out and scoops up the cloth-bound being the same way a child would pick up a curious bug.
elfbennu: It's sticky and feels warm in cool, like tea in a mug.
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca pauses in her path towards the front of the school, knowing her mother won't be along for quite a few minutes to pick her >>
MusicalRebecca: up. She finds a semi secluded set of benches that happen to surround a pretty tree in front of the school and sits on one to play with>>
MusicalRebecca: the creature.
MusicalRebecca: First she takes note of how tightly wrapped the white cloth is.
elfbennu: Rather tightly. One could even say 'bound.'
MusicalRebecca: ((Is it glued together? Wrapped and tied off?))
elfbennu: ((Maybe wrapped adn then modge-podged over? The outside coating is sticky.))
SpellWeavre: As Rebecca peers at the bundle, a pair of cool hands--utterly silently--come up behind her, twiddling her horns before settling over her >>
SpellWeavre: eyes. A breathy voice whispers right in her ear: “Guess who?"
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca jumps as her horns are touched, and stands up, spilling the contents of her hands. “Seesy!” Rebecca grunts.
SpellWeavre: Seesy withdraws her hands and grins. “Way too easy, how many whispery people do you know? ... What'cha got?"
elfbennu: The bundle twitches.
MusicalRebecca: “Nothing. Not anymore. What did I tell you about my horns?!” Rebecca begins indignantly but becomes embarrassed and quiets down at>>
MusicalRebecca: saying 'my horns.'
SpellWeavre: “You said they were new.” She crouches down and pokes the twitchy thing.
elfbennu: It's sticky! And twitches more!
MusicalRebecca: “I guess you're right. I'm just not used to them yet. But please don't touch them again for a while... until I'm used to them, at least.">>
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca joins Seesy crouching down around the twitchy thing. “Isn't it wierd?"
SpellWeavre: “Yeah.” She withdraws her finger and sniffs at the sticky residue, and tastes it. “And eew. Should we open it?"
MusicalRebecca: “That's what I was about to do, before... before you came up behind me."
SpellWeavre: “You take that side and I take this side, and maybe we can just pull it apart."
elfbennu: Finding a place to dig your fingers in is not so easy.
MusicalRebecca: “But might we just rip it in two then?"
elfbennu: It's kind of springy, but pliable all at the same time and definitely sticky.
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca picks it up again and looks to see if she can find one end of the wrapping that she might able to plie off.
elfbennu: ((hee hee...you just said 'plie'))
SpellWeavre: ((isn't that a dance maneuver? ^_^))
elfbennu: You might be able to...or you'll get stuck to it. It does seem to have a place where one bit is wrapped over the other.
MusicalRebecca: ((I think I meant ply or something of the sort. But it worked pheonetically - which I know I also mispelled.))
SpellWeavre: ((Pry, I suspect, and I know. Just teasing, sorry.))
MusicalRebecca: ((I guess... Sometimes I get words confused. Generally I'm pretty good about that, though.))
elfbennu: ((I just think it's funny! ^_^))
MusicalRebecca: “Seesy, may I try to pry the top layer open? I've found where it overlaps.” She points to the intersection.
SpellWeavre: ((It's logical enough. If it's “pliable,” you should be able to “plie” it.))
MusicalRebecca: ((Actually I had that word used in a few drafts of what I said. I was about to use “plie” before Lauren said “pliable"...))
MusicalRebecca: ((but yes, the logic is there. Thanks for creating the excuse for me.))
SpellWeavre: “Well, go ahead already!” She looks around. “Looks like there's more even if you break it."
elfbennu: You can't exactly unwrap it, but you can dig your fingernails in and tear off a chunk. Something underneath squeaks softly. >>
MusicalRebecca: “But I don't wanna break it!” Rebecca starts before she 'goes ahead already' and tries.
elfbennu: When you rip away that piece, there is something black and covered in white sticky goo underneath.
MusicalRebecca: “Ick!” Rebecca says before dropping the thing and standing up. “Seesy, do you know what that is?” She ventures.
SpellWeavre: “Uh... maybe...” Seesy pokes at the exposed black part.
elfbennu: It's a little wet. Kinda fuzzy.
SpellWeavre: Seesy frowns, and tries to peel off as much more of the wrapping as she can, heedless of how much gets stuck to her.
MusicalRebecca: After her initial disgust, curiosity overwhelms Rebecca and she crouches down again to look at it next to Seesy. She does not;>>
MusicalRebecca: however, touch it again.
elfbennu: Eventually, it coats Seesy's hands. She has to scrap it off on the trees or the ground before continuing. Slowly, the shape is revealed.
elfbennu: It's one of the Mickey Mice. It is limp - almost boneless.
SpellWeavre: “Eugh. Is it... still alive?"
MusicalRebecca: “Wow. Maybe that's how they're born?” Rebecca's eyes widen as the shape emerges.
MusicalRebecca: "'Still alive?' Do you think this is how they die?"
elfbennu: It is barely breathing.
MusicalRebecca: ((Perception + Empathy to answer that question?))
elfbennu: (1 success. This thing is dying, but not naturally))
SpellWeavre: Sessy looks profoundly unsettled. “I dunno.” She sits up on the bench and presses her hands together and pulls them apart again, sticky.
MusicalRebecca: “Seems like you're right, Seesy. It is dying.” Rebecca kneels in front of the bench and piers between her friend's hands.
elfbennu: The thing doesn't seem able to lift its head. Or arms. Or tail.
SpellWeavre: “I don't know anything about helping sick mice.” Her expression is really pained. “Are there changeling vets? >>
SpellWeavre: Oh, wait, you wouldn't know that either..."
MusicalRebecca: “But...” Rebecca pulls the paper out of her pocket. “this says who to go to if you need help and it seems like this is a changeling>>
MusicalRebecca: paper, right? Maybe we could go to her?"
MusicalRebecca: ((Reeve Nicole is who Rebecca's referring to.))
SpellWeavre: “Huh?” Seesy starts to reach for the paper, then pauses and wipes her hand on her gown. Her hand comes up with sequins stuck all over it.
MusicalRebecca: “Wait a moment,” Rebecca begins as she rummages through her backpack. “My mom always makes me carry this stuff.>>
SpellWeavre: She waves at Rebecca's face with the goopy hands, smirking sarcastically. “Guess who."
MusicalRebecca: She brings out a small container of that no-water-needed cleaning stuff and offers it to Seesy.
elfbennu: It works, but not in the way you thought it would. >>
elfbennu: When it touches the sticky goo, it dissolves it completely, fades it away into a gossamer dream. Because it's just in your head. >>
elfbennu: And hand sanitizer is more real than white cloth sticky ropes.
SpellWeavre: ((whoa. I feel so... banal....))
MusicalRebecca: ((yup. :( But a new Changeling wouldn't know that would happen.))
MusicalRebecca: After the 'cleaning' is taken care of, Rebecca snaps the cap closed and gives both the bottle and Seesy inquisitive looks. “Who?"
SpellWeavre: “Never mind.” Seesy dissolves the sticky stuff--and the sequins with it--and takes the paper.
MusicalRebecca: ((Do you need a refresher on what it says? I have my LJ window open with my edited version up.))
SpellWeavre: ((Nah, I've got the same. Thanks for having that up. ^_^)) Her brow furrows as she reads. “Punishment?... yikes."
MusicalRebecca: “Yeah. I don't know anything about this stuff. I was hoping you'd know. It all sounds like it could be vocabulary words in school!>>
MusicalRebecca: 'globules' and 'dross' and everything!"
SpellWeavre: Seesy scratches her head. “Yeah. What's a 'tithy'?"
MusicalRebecca: “That's why I think we need to find this Reeve Nicole!” Rebecca chimes in energetically. “She could explain it all to us,>>
MusicalRebecca: it says so!"
SpellWeavre: Seesy turns the paper over to the other side, sees nothing there, and flips it back. She nods gravely. “We've sure got questions..."
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca nods her head emphatically. “Yup, we sure do!"
SpellWeavre: Seesy looks back at the other side, and a slow smile crosses her face. “Hey... only changelings can see this, I think..."
MusicalRebecca: “Really? How long was it hanging on the monkey bars?"
SpellWeavre: “Who knows? But do you get what this means?” She bites her lip. “Too bad you're not in my class..."
MusicalRebecca: “What? Why?” Rebecca shakes her head, her curls bouncing over her shoulders.
elfbennu: ((You guys can head over to Nicole's whenever/however you like. I'm not too picky.))
SpellWeavre: She shakes the paper. “Perfect for passing notes!” She adopts a low grumbly (if still quiet) voice. "'What do you have there, girls?'" >>
SpellWeavre: Back to her normal voice: "'But... nothing, Mr. Gunter!' And he'd just be stuck!"
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca giggles. "'Shall be made available...' Is she supposed to come to us? How do we find her?” Rebecca looks back and >>
MusicalRebecca: forth between the paper and the front of the school where she expects her mom to be coming from soon. “Do you want to come >>
MusicalRebecca: over to my house and we can try to find Reeve Nicole from there?"
MusicalRebecca: ((Have I missed anything? The last I saw were my three posts...))
SpellWeavre: “Yeah, okay.” She folds up and pockets the paper, 'cause the big girl should keep the important things. She looks at the snared mouse >>
SpellWeavre: and at the other white pods around. “Let's take as many of the sick mice with us as we can."
SpellWeavre: ((Sorry, just negotiating something with the ST.))
MusicalRebecca: ((no problem. It just leaves me curious as to what's going on.))
MusicalRebecca: Rebecca initially grimaces, but acceeds to the older girl's wishes and scoops up quite a few to deposit in the smaller, unused pocket>>
MusicalRebecca: of her backpack. “Do you want to dump any in here, too?"
elfbennu: ((oh, ew))
MusicalRebecca: ((Well, what else is she supposed to do!))
elfbennu: ((I approve!))
SpellWeavre: ((Sluagh like ick! ^_^)) “Sure, thanks.” She gathers up the ones she can find in a big globby mess and dumps them in. “Actually, I >>
SpellWeavre: think I might know who 'Reeve Nicole' is... my mentor showed me where she hangs out, once. So if we can get a ride there..."
MusicalRebecca: “I dunno. Could you come up with a good reason we have to go there? My mom can be a stickler on getting me home right after>>
MusicalRebecca: school sometimes...” Rebecca looks hopefully for Seesy to come up with a creative excuse.
SpellWeavre: Seesy smiles wickedly. “Easy. It's the zoo! So you've got a school project, and I'm your 'Big Sister' for science..."
MusicalRebecca: “Perfect!” Rebecca lights up. She straightens up, finished collecting the mickey mice, closes her backpack and leads the way to the>>
MusicalRebecca: front of the campus. “This is where I usually wait for my mom. She should be here any minute."
SpellWeavre: “That's cool. I usually walk home, I'm just a few blocks away, so I'm okay... I'll have explaining to do later, though."
SpellWeavre: She shrugs, unconvincingly unworried.
MusicalRebecca: “Will you need to use my mom's cell phone to call your mom and tell her why you're not home?"
SpellWeavre: “Oh! Yeah, that works.” She breathes a whispery sigh of relief. “Wish my parents would get me a cell phone."
MusicalRebecca: “My mom would never get me a cell phone. 'You won't need a cell phone for years...'" Rebecca breaks into her imitation of her>>
MusicalRebecca: mother's reasoning.
elfbennu: ((all right. Shall we zip from here to our next meeting at the zoo?))
SpellWeavre: ((Sure. Mommy shows up, explanations and cell phone calls get made, we zip!))
MusicalRebecca: ((so we just assume all goes well with the mom and the other mom and the excuses?))
elfbennu: ((Sure!))
MusicalRebecca: so now OOC.
SpellWeavre: For now... when you tell one lie, you'll need to tell ten more by the time you're done...
elfbennu: Thanks for playing, guys! You'll be in the big group next time.
MusicalRebecca: 2 XP for us just like the big guys?
elfbennu: Have 3.
SpellWeavre: Woot!
MusicalRebecca: awh! Magnificent!
MusicalRebecca: And now to figure out where to spend them.
SpellWeavre: Thank'ee. Any given reason beyond your almighty ST beneficence?
elfbennu: First of all, the patience in being apart. Second, it really is fun for me to just watch you two interact.
MusicalRebecca: well, we do do more individual rp as we're only 2 in the session.
SpellWeavre: ^_^ ^_^
elfbennu: You're good roleplayers, you have good characters, and you work so well together.
MusicalRebecca: Thanky, thanky kindly!
elfbennu: So next session...something tells me it's all happening at the zoo.
Adults:
elfbennu: Okay then! We flash forward to The Jack Knife. Do you guys remember the desc of it?
JeweledTortoise: VIP room for changelings, right?
ObsidianGabriel: Vaguely... I know there's a VIP room in it.
elfbennu: Okay. VIP room is upstairs. It is guarded by a human who only lets in people with a pass. Passes are given to any and all Changelings.
elfbennu: The downstairs has a small stage, a bar, and some tables set out.
elfbennu: It is usually run by Jack, a boggan, but he is away from the bar tonight.
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JeweledTortoise: ((WB, Seesy))
SpellWeavre: ((uaa))
elfbennu: Um, hi.
MusicalRebecca: ((What's uaa and do I get a Seesy back over in the kiddy section?))
elfbennu: Other questions about the barr?
ObsidianGabriel: What's in the VIP room?
SpellWeavre: ((uaa="waaugh,” a yikes-scary sound. Invite me back?))
MusicalRebecca: ((I don't know how to invite in Trillian. Or even how to create group chats...))
elfbennu: It's more of a lounge. There is a meeting table in the middle with some chairs, but at the far end, there's two comfy couches facing each other.
elfbennu: ((I make a new one, kiddies))
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elfbennu: Generally low lighting, but not dim or poor.
elfbennu: Other questions?
JeweledTortoise: I'm good
ABrownRecluse: None from me.
ObsidianGabriel: I'm ready to play!
ABrownRecluse: Boom!
JeweledTortoise: Bam, dude.
ObsidianGabriel: You shot me again...
ABrownRecluse: Kick it up a smidge!
elfbennu: No more shooting each other. None of you bought guns at Character creation. This is not Hunter!
ABrownRecluse: OK, fine.
ObsidianGabriel: *Sir Gabriel has yet to arrive*
JeweledTortoise: I didn't buy any guns in Hunter, either.
elfbennu: You guys get cozy in whatever timeline you choose to come in. I need to go play with the kids.
ABrownRecluse: ::Steve shows up at some point early in the evening, a very thick stack of papers under one disquietingly long, oddly jointed arm. He heads straight for the VIP room, shows his pass, and then straight for the corner::
JeweledTortoise: ::-Danica arrives shortly after dark, wandering around the first floor for a few minutes, unsure about where to go from here::
ABrownRecluse: ::By the time anyone else enters, he is bent low over the papers, writing very slowly with an honest to God quill pen, ink, and sand set that comes in a handy traveling case. He got it for his birthday::
JeweledTortoise: ((Effing smilies))
JeweledTortoise: ::Eventually makes her way up the stairs, presumably to be waved through by the attendant, though she doesn't have a pass yet (?)::
elfbennu: ((We'll go with that. Normally I'd have Jack give it to you, but he's AWOL))
JeweledTortoise: ::Heads into the lounge, gives a half-smile to Jack before perching on one of the couches::
ObsidianGabriel: *Gabriel enters, wearing the same clothes as before, carrying nothing with him. He takes a seat across from Danica.* “Nice to see you here. Seems most of us arrived around the same time. How are you doing?"
ABrownRecluse: ::scratch, scratch, scratch goes the pen, then a look up:: Hm. ::scratch, scratch, scratch::
elfbennu: ((I forgot to mention there is a small window. It is covered with curtains.))
JeweledTortoise: ::Turns bright red, even in the dim light:: Um, fantastic. Did you have a good afternoon?
elfbennu: There is a scratching at the window.
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks over at the window::
ABrownRecluse: ::disengages himself with alarming ease, heads for the window. A faint mutter about “confounded racket” is just barely audible::
ObsidianGabriel: *Also looks towards the window* “What is that?"
elfbennu: *scratch. Scratch, scratch*
JeweledTortoise: Do you think something's trying to get in?
ABrownRecluse: Hm. ::pulls back the curtains::
elfbennu: A rainbow-colored bird beats furiously against the windows, scratching at the pane with his fuschia talons.
JeweledTortoise: ::Eeks::
ABrownRecluse: ::blinks, hard:: ow.
ObsidianGabriel: *stands slowly and squints at it* Please let it in, Stefan.
ABrownRecluse: Colorblind nockers. Or. ::looks at Danica, then opens the window and takes a step back::
JeweledTortoise: ::-Draws halfway into her shell, watching the bird::
ObsidianGabriel: “Stay behind me, Danica.” *smiles over his shoulder* “Just in case..."
JeweledTortoise: ::Scuttles, as fast as a tortoise, behind him::
elfbennu: The bird swoops in, squawking madly. It flies around the room in a frenzy, finally settling on the ceiling lamp.
JeweledTortoise: ::Pulls her head all the way into her shell, stares up at the bird with beady black eyes::
elfbennu: ((anyone close the window or no?))
ObsidianGabriel: “I wonder what or who you are, beautiful thing...” *walks slowly toward the creature*
ObsidianGabriel: ((I didn't))
ABrownRecluse: ::stares calmly up at the bird, produces a small metal rod that rapidly escalates into a collapsible pointer::
JeweledTortoise: ((I don't think I can reach the window))
elfbennu: The bird squeaks and beats its wings, almost lifting the ceiling light.
JeweledTortoise: What's it doing?
ABrownRecluse: Can you talk? ::whispers up at the bird::
elfbennu: ((You all did fine on perception rolls. It's freaking out. It's scared.))
ObsidianGabriel: “I'm not sure. Stefan, shut the window first."
ABrownRecluse: Just a minute. ::advances calmly and easily towards the bird::
elfbennu: When you turn back to the window, you see bugs climbing in, skittering down the sill.
JeweledTortoise: ::Squeaks in alarm:: Are there supposed to be bugs in here?
ObsidianGabriel: *expressionless, goes to shut the window*
elfbennu: ((the bugs are also chimerical))
JeweledTortoise: ::Edges over and examines the bugs::
ABrownRecluse: Easy there. Come on down...::soft, gentle mutterings up at the bird::
ABrownRecluse: Let's all be friends now, my bright and shining associate...
ABrownRecluse: ::shoots a quick glance down at the bugs, looks for anyone familiar::
elfbennu: The bird blinks and sets its wings against its sides, but stays fluffed up.
elfbennu: As for the bugs, no one familiar. No arachnids. They dart under the couches and skitter a little.
ObsidianGabriel: “Well... I'll have to tell Jack he might need to hire an exterminator."
ABrownRecluse: Easy, there...treat? I can get you, hm, I'm not sure what you eat, but I can get it...
JeweledTortoise: ::Gets back on the couch and draws her feet up safely off the floor, watches Steve::
ABrownRecluse: ::Steve looks trained, if not exactly practiced, as he tries to talk the bird down::
elfbennu: The bird jumps down to the table and shakes its bright blue collar. It stares at Steve and lets out one low squawk.
ABrownRecluse: Fruit? Seed? Avi-cake?
ObsidianGabriel: *looks at the collar*
elfbennu: ((not name-collar. Bird-anatomy-collar))
ObsidianGabriel: ((gotcha))
ObsidianGabriel: “Can either of you speak with the creature?” *Goes to the window and looks outside*
ABrownRecluse: ::without breaking eye contact with the bird, lifts one arm and whispers softly to his collar. His clothes shift for a moment, whereupon which a medium-sized grey spider scuttles out of his pant leg and heads under the table after t
ABrownRecluse: he bugs::
JeweledTortoise: Eeee!
ObsidianGabriel: “You two should take a look at this."
elfbennu: The bird squeals back at Danica, in an eerily accurate impression.
JeweledTortoise: ::Blinks at the bird:: My thoughts exactly
ObsidianGabriel: *gestures Steve and Danica over to the window*
ABrownRecluse: ::takes a step or two, peers over Gabriel's shoulder::
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JeweledTortoise: ::Goes over to the wall, looks at the windowsill over her head::
ObsidianGabriel: *Pulls a chair over for Danica to stand on, politely*
JeweledTortoise: Thank you! ::Climbs onto the chair and looks out::
ObsidianGabriel: “What do you two make of it?"
elfbennu: Outside, the world looks upset. Chimerical wildlife has come out to play. Bugs, small mammals, some things that aren't really animals. All of them are running about, some trying to get in through the windows, like the bird did. Others are slithering up trees or just running away.
elfbennu: Outside, the world looks upset. Chimerical wildlife has come out to play. Bugs, small mammals, some things that aren't really animals. >>
elfbennu: All of them are running about, some trying to get in through the windows, like the bird did. Others are slithering up trees or just running away. >>
elfbennu: A purple ooze has attached itself to the upper corner of the window and attempts to slide in.
ABrownRecluse: Hm. ::thinks for a moment, bends down and whispers to the knife sheathed at his side. Takes a quick step back from the ooze::
ObsidianGabriel: *Also steps back* “They're running from something. Perhaps we should check it out."
JeweledTortoise: ::Murmurs:: They look scared.
JeweledTortoise: Can we let them in?
elfbennu: The ooze is determined, but unsuccessful.
ABrownRecluse: It's just the animals. He's fine. ::lightly touches his side, thinks for a moment:: This is a safe harbor for everything.
ObsidianGabriel: “I don't think it is a good idea right now. This is Jack's place, after all."
JeweledTortoise: What if something bad happens to them? What if all the chimera are destroyed out there?
ObsidianGabriel: *nods at her* You're right. All who seek refuge in such places must be admitted. Open the window, Stefan. Danica... you may want to step back.
ABrownRecluse: My house is going to be bugged. ::makes a weird little noise:: Swarms and I are old friends.
JeweledTortoise: ::Climbs down, takes a few steps back from the window::
ABrownRecluse: ::shoots Gabriel a look before reaching over to open the window::
elfbennu: The bird caws.
JeweledTortoise: ::Withdraws partway, keeping her eyes fixed on the window::
ABrownRecluse: ::hefts his pointer as he pulls the window open::
elfbennu: It starts slowly. First the flying things notice - ribbons in the air, some whispers, winged bugs, and a few more birds (two exactly like the one in there already) >>
ObsidianGabriel: “I am forsworn to protect this Baronny from harm. Neither of you are obliged to go with me or help me, but I must go investigate what is causing this frenzied exodus."
elfbennu: find their way to the window and scramble through. Soon the room is almost moving of its own accord.
ABrownRecluse: ::bends down, calls his spider back::
JeweledTortoise: ::Pulls all the way into her shell, her voice echoes from inside:: It is getting a little crowded in here...
ObsidianGabriel: *goes to the window and looks to see if any mundane individuals are in view*
elfbennu: There's a couple making out in the back alley.
ObsidianGabriel: *shouts intimidatingly* “You two! Get the hell outta here! Scram!"
elfbennu: Your spider has a bit of a time getting back through all the ruckus, but gets there.
JeweledTortoise: ::Pops her head out of her shell, runs out of the room::
JeweledTortoise: ::Slowly::
ABrownRecluse: ::catches the pooka::
elfbennu: The couple in hte alley flicks off Gabriel, but heads off.
ABrownRecluse: ::releases the back of her shell:: Not us.
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks back at him:: Oh.
ObsidianGabriel: *looks back inside* “Alright! You two, lets go this way if you're coming with me. Care for a small adventure?” *smiles invigorated at the two of them*
elfbennu: The room is filling up with more creatures now. Worms have snuck up the walls and are flopping onto the floor.
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks uncertain for a minute:: Well, why not? ::follows him::
ABrownRecluse: Let's. ::turns around, instructs any spiders in the room to behave themselves before following the motley, and I do mean motley::
ObsidianGabriel: *picks Danica up, and grabs on to Steve* “Hold on to me, both of you. We'll see if we can briefly get a higher view, and then I'll take you both down. I may not be strong enough, but we'll see won't we?
ABrownRecluse: I beg your pardon?
ObsidianGabriel: *grins at Steve, and pulls Steve very strongly to him* “You better hold on tight...” *jumps out the window and attempts to fly*
JeweledTortoise: ::Hides::
ABrownRecluse: ::makes a horrible noise that might be Aiiieee! from someone with a voice::
elfbennu: The three are lifted into the air with a sudden grace. Gabriel flaps strongly and pulls them high up for an instant.
elfbennu: He then glides down gently and lets you down into the alley.
JeweledTortoise: ::Is fully withdrawn, just a shell right now:: Are we down?
ObsidianGabriel: *pants a little bit, but is smiling* “Could either of you make out anything from this distance? Yes dear, we're down."
ABrownRecluse: ::disentangles himself from where he wrapped around Gabriel in flight. Dusts off his outfit carefully::
ABrownRecluse: They're coming from the east. They're not all running, but the ones that aren't running are trying to hide.
JeweledTortoise: ::Sticks her head out, then arms, then legs:: Does seeing everything inside my shell count?
ABrownRecluse: And you use coconut aftershave.
ObsidianGabriel: “I hope you liked it.” *winks at Steve* “Come on. Lets see if the other Steve has made it here yet, then head out! He did say he was coming here tonight. If he's not here, we'll leave a quick message for him."
elfbennu: You have to fight your way past some creatures to get to the front door again. As you open it, they wriggle inside.
ObsidianGabriel: *Looks around for the other Sluagh named Steve* “You guys see him anywhere?"
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks around::
elfbennu: ((No Steve!))
ABrownRecluse: ::stands by the door, leaving it open a crack::
elfbennu: A big snake worms his way in.
JeweledTortoise: ::Goes to follow and examine the snake::
elfbennu: The bar is cosy. People are sitting at some tables, listening to a band on the stage - two acoustic guitars and a violin and a singer.
elfbennu: The snake slides up the stage and wraps around the mike stand.
JeweledTortoise: ::Goes to the edge of the stage, studying the snake intently::
elfbennu: The singer smiles and swishes a long skirt. “Thank you so much for being here tonight. Don't be shy!” She beams at Danica.
JeweledTortoise: ::Startles to see the woman standing there, she was busy looking at the snake!:: I'm not shy... ::Backs away::
ObsidianGabriel: *Walks back down the stairs, gesturing Danica over to him, going to Steve* “Ok. I left a message for him. Ready to head out?"
elfbennu: “Well, then this one's for you, sweetie. It's called 'Wallflower Red.'"
elfbennu: She starts up a new song with the band.
JeweledTortoise: ::Hurries over to Gabriel, keeping one eye on the singer::
ABrownRecluse: Yes.
ABrownRecluse: I actually have a good place for us to start. Somewhere to the east, with chimerical animals in abundance.
ObsidianGabriel: “Great. Let's take my car, if that's alright."
JeweledTortoise: Can you bring me back later to pick up my car? Maybe by eleven-thirty?
ObsidianGabriel: “Sure thing. Lets head out!” *goes outside again, and jogs over to a used jeep in good condition. It's painted bright red with a silver lion on the front*
ABrownRecluse: It's a short drive. ::follows Gabriel out to the car::
ObsidianGabriel: *hops in and starts it up*
JeweledTortoise: ::Clambers awkwardly into the backseat::
ObsidianGabriel: *The top is out of the car, allowing Gabriel to stretch his wings*
ABrownRecluse: ::slides into the front seat:: The university. I know the terrain, and I'm familiar with the chimerical animals there.
ObsidianGabriel: “Ok, just tell me where to go.” *pulls out and starts driving*
JeweledTortoise: ::Laying on her stomach in the backseat:: Do you think there would be chimerial animals at the zoo?
ObsidianGabriel: “I don't see why not!” *shouting back to Danica*
ABrownRecluse: I recommend we begin our study at the Upper Midwestern Arachnid Laboratory.
ABrownRecluse: Hm. The university is closer to the disruption.
JeweledTortoise: Isn't that where you work?
ObsidianGabriel: *Drives toward the University*
ABrownRecluse: And I have access. ::shoots an inquiring glance in Danica's direction:: Yes.
ObsidianGabriel: *smiles* “Nice to know we've got the hook up when it comes to bugs. Do you have a favorite type of arachnid?"
ABrownRecluse: ::a faintly baffled look, honest surprise on his face:: I might as well choose a favorite parent.
ABrownRecluse: I have made certain...studies, however. Of the brown recluse spider.
JeweledTortoise: A spider is a spider is a spider.
ObsidianGabriel: “It happens, trust me. And arachnids aren't just spiders, are they? Aren't crabs and scorpions arachnids? I thought I learned that in Bio."
ABrownRecluse: We specialize.
ABrownRecluse: Though our desert enviroment laboratory is remarkably...representative.
JeweledTortoise: Doesn't the desert tortoise eat spiders? ::Kicks her legs idly::
ABrownRecluse: Some spiders eat spiders.
ABrownRecluse: It's the nature of the beast. ::gives Dannica a significant look::
JeweledTortoise: Desert tortoises are omnivores. They don't have to worry about shell pyramids. ::Makes a face::
ObsidianGabriel: “Are we getting closer? I haven't been out to the University much since moving here."
elfbennu: ((I need to wrap up in half an hour. Do you want to play more til then or end hereish?))
ABrownRecluse: Follow...the access road. ::blinks, bends his head into his hands and starts hissing with laughter::
ABrownRecluse: ((Ending here is good. The sluagh just burst into terrifying laughter! ))
JeweledTortoise: What's so funny?
ABrownRecluse: You wouldn't understand. It's me. ::shakes his head::
JeweledTortoise: ::Looks at him, laughs::
ObsidianGabriel: *doesn't react to the Sluagh's laughter, takes his directions unquestioningly* (wrapping it up here would be fine, unless you have a cliffhanger ending in mind! ;-) ))
elfbennu: ((No cliffhanger...til next time! Mwa ha ha !))
elfbennu: It was a shorter session, but thank you all for coming! I had a fun, fun time.