Ita McNairee: *she was walking back to the concerto.. barefeet slapping along the sidewalk. she'd had to get out of there.. the guilt was amplified knowing that Karlos wandered the club, his lover still gone.. a bite of her lip as she trudged back, head hung low*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He walks along, in a pair of dark slacks, a black button-down shirt, and a smooth leather trenchcoat. He's tired, dirty, slightly numb, walking down the street, a cigarette in his hands, heading toward the Concerto.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 7,2,8,9,5,

Ita McNairee: *the usually jovial little scot looks haggard, stopping at the cross walk and tugging at her dress with a jingle. fuck. she drags her hair over her face. fuck sunglasses. she waits for the light to change, fidgetting as a crowd gathers to wait*

Ita McNairee: 5,2,3,4,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks up from a drag of his cigarette, and his face falls in shock as he sees Ita on the far corner of the intersection. He didn't ACTUALLY expect to see her...it's more like those people who drive by people's houses in a chickenshit way, not really expecting to see the person. "Ita." It comes out quietly, and he just stares at her, frozen to the spot.

Ita McNairee: *her eyes see nothing from under that curtain of shaggy hair, she starts to hum a happy tune.. but it ends up bitterly sad.. so she breaks off. too much to worry on for happiness to be born from nothing... she hears her name, turning her head.. and staring. that hair parted in disbeleif..* och.. ah..

Ita McNairee: *she claws the hair from her face, staring at him with those big unnatural eyes.. mouth moving as if she's talking. but she's not.. finally she manages..* ets ye?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He purses his lips as he sees her, and suddenly, as the light changes, he starts moving, without even thinking about it, toward her.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((as she sees him))

Ita McNairee: *she may get run over.. oh wait.. the light had changed.. good.. newyorkers weren't known for stopping.. she's running through barely stopped traffic, clattering as she reaches him, shocked look still on her face as she stops in the intersection*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He impulsively moves to hug her, then stops short. Guilt clouds his eyes, and a sudden uncertainty. He's not sure if she's angry at him...she damn well should be...he stares at her, awkwardly.

Ita McNairee: *she bites her lip as he aborts the hug. well.. maybe.. things were different now.. a sort of whine strangled in her throat.. brown eyes catch his.. n fuck it.. she could take a beating if he didn't want touched.. she darts to him, cold arms wrapping around him tightly, cringing*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: As she hugs him, he leans down, arms wrapping around Ita and holding her with all the might his 2-days-ago tranqued arms can muster.

Ita McNairee: Och.. *no blows fall, and releif turns her to mulch, cold arms clutching him like he might turn to liquid and dripple out of her grasp.* Och.. r.. *its got a desperate whine to it.. more a sound than words*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "You're okay...oh, Jesus, thank Gaia..." It's quit, whispered, not even really to her. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears of relief starting to come, mixed with a few of guilt. "Thank fucking Gaia..."

Ita McNairee: och.. *apparently her vocabulary consists of one word, she presses her head into his chest, peppering the flatness with hard kisses, whimpering in releif* och.. och *she presses her forhead against him.. whispering* yer aulrecht...och jeremy.. yer aulrect.. *a honk nearly topples her over..light having apparently changed.. she trips over jer*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,2,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He barely keeps his feet, and quickly pulls Ita with him back to the sidewalk.

Ita McNairee: *Ita can't bother to be pissed at traffic.. Ita can't bother to be anything but releived, touching Jer.. that glorious voice rises up and she starts laughing, small frame shaking with laughter, wonderful, hopeful, disbeleiving laughter.. she shakes her head.. eyes suddenly swimming in red as she looks at him*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Once they're safe and out of traffic, he cups her face his his hands, not caring the slightest how cold it is. "Ita, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault...I pulled you into this, I put you in position to be infected...I dragged you along into hiding...lured Malcolm in..." His eyes shut, tears streaming. "I'm so sorry..."

Ita McNairee: *she's deaf to him, all the worry and fear hitting her and bubbling into pure emotion, body shaking with laughter she doesn't even know where is coming from, her hands coming to touch the back of his as blood begins to trace an eerie path down her face*

Ita McNairee: 7,10,2,2,

Ita McNairee: *the laughings down to soundless shaking, when she touches in his face coldly, patting tearstroked cheeks. she buries her head in his chest, wetting his shirt* Jeremy..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Her touch is calming, and his panic and despair dissipates in the face of it. He just holds her there, eyes closed, head tilted down, lips reasting against the top of her head. He's speechless, at the moment.

Ita McNairee: *she continues to leak blood onto his already dirty shirt. rubbing her head to his chest and peppering him again with forceful kisses, before she looks up, hair sticking to the her dampness of her face* Och fook.. *a long heavy sigh, old air pushed out somehow. weary*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles, genuiunely warmly for the first time in a long time, and lightly kisses her forehead. He reaches into his backpack, pulling out a pink turtleneck, and starts to gently wipe her face with it.

Ita McNairee: *she slips clammy hands to his neck, rubbing the muscles there with cold fingers as her face is wiped.. she smiles a grateful smile up at him when her face is finally clear*.. .. ah yer. ah... . *well that sure was a sentance. she shuts her mouth to try and restructure things into semi intelligable pikey speak*

Ita McNairee: fook *shakes her head. oh sure.. curses* och fook. Jeremy loves.. ah was sae fooken scared.. yer safe.. soon we'll aul be safe..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sighs deeply, his breath catching a couple of times. "Ita, please. I know what I said before...but I was in a wierd place at the time." He laughs at himself, a little wildly. "Please...call me Dream. That's who I am."

Ita McNairee: och aye.. ah like tha better anyhoo ye fooken hippie.. *it'd be humor if it wasn't a muffled kind of whine from where she had her head buried in his chest again, nuzzling almost painfully* darlin dream..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He manages to shove the bloody turtleneck back into the backpack, and wraps his arms around Ita. "Ita...fuck, I was so pissed when I heard you'd been br...fixed..." He shakes his head for a moment, biting his lip hard at the near-mental slip. "Now, I just want to hug whoever did it."

Ita McNairee: *she nods. this she understands, had she been left and jer fixed, she'd have waged unholy war.. a sort of muted growl, she curls into him, little whore's world consisting of dream, and dream being back, she murmers* was dead folks what ded et..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shrugs, chuckling. "Dead or not. Hell, they could be six feet under still, and I'd dig 'em up for a hug. Long as they got you out from under that...thing's clutches." He says thing like he's about to puke even thinking about it, or it's influence on her.

Ita McNairee: shh shh.. *hugs him with all the strength in weak white arms* tha parts over.. ets over.. noow we make ammends an kill tha mind fooken baby raping peice o shite bastard *she spits bastard like its the vilest word on earth, and then feigns spitting over on the ground, voice a sort of sustained snarl.. pikeyspeak near incomprehensible. dream is squished agains her, hell..she's 30 seconds from climbing UP him*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He brushes her hair back, shhing in a quiet, soothing voice. "Ita... we'll get him. We will, I promise. We'll get Malcolm back..." His eyes shut. "Oh, Jesus, Ita...Malcolm. He's still in there with that fuck..." It's obviously not the first time he's had this thought.

Ita McNairee: he promised he wouldnae hurt hem, he....* she trails off.. his promises didn't matter SHIT ita.. he was a mind raping evil monster.. a horrible noise in her throat..* Daft.. *she shakes her head almost voilently* we'll gie em back. right fooken qweck.. . malcolm.. *a whine as she curls her hands into his hair and looks into his face with almost murderous determination* right RIGHT fooken qweck...

: ((*nominates the angry Pikey to lead the charge* KICK ASS ITA!))

Ita McNairee: ((*laughs*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He closes his eyes, the tears coming again. "Ita...I promised I wouldn't hurt him, too." It's said quietly, with more shame then seems bearable. He leans back against the wall of the nearby building, his hands coming up to cover his face.

: ((I second the nomination *raises hand*))

Ita McNairee: *ita stands where she is a long moment, guilt searing through her, leaving her cold and sick.. she wishes suddenly she could vomit and releive this sickeness poisoning her insides. she lashes open her lip and sucks the blood from it, taking painful pulls. she would not start crying and .. she... she's moving to curl her body against jers without realizing it, letting out a pained yelp noise as he cries*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He slides down the building wall to a sitting position, openly weeping behind his hands, leaning into Ita.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((I thought I hit "Post!" *Sighs*))

Ita McNairee: *a wet face is pressed to his ear and neck.. she sings sadly* We've doone some horrible thengs love... ah dinnae. ah dinnae kain effen ah've a soul.. but effen ah dae.. ah reckon ets gaw some.. *a choked whimper* some stains awn et that'll nae coome oot wie bleach and vinnieger.. *lips are pressed to his neck, then her forehead as she clings to his side*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He turns, grabbing Ita and pulling her into a hug, his sobs slowing. "I'll fix it, Ita, I promise. I'll get him back, I'll do whatever I can to make this right for all of you, whatever needs to be done I will do it. I promise you."

Ita McNairee: *ita's scooped into a hug easily, folding her body against his and holding him back, singsong lovely and meloncholy against his ear* we loves.. we'll make thes recht. yer nae worse fer bein there last o es. jes worse aft. .. e'll fex et ah promise... dinnae greit.

Ita McNairee: *who's she to be saying don't cry? the clammy scot reeks of blood as she runs her nose up dreams neck, * cha cha.. shehshes loves. we'll make et right

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: The tears lurch to a slow stop, and he just nods his head, curled up against her, ignoring anything but her. "O-okay. I...god, I missed you...I've been at the Park for two days now, I kept wanting to come, but I haven't heard back from the Elders yet...Andrew and Laidan are probably furious at me at the moment, I said I'd stay close to the Park, but I couldn't wait anymore."

Ita McNairee: ah heard ye'd been saved.. but nathen else.. been worrien tae death.. *irony lost on the vampire as she holds onto him like he might at any moment be yanked away* Och dream.. yer home loves. *her face tilts up to kiss the thin man's chin gratefully, vaguelly realizing they're on a sidewalk*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He kisses her cheek, and smiles a little. "We both are, thank God. And we're going to fix this." He squeezes her again, and then, looks around, at the street. He had been wandering without looking...and in his bleary-eyed haze, all these streets look alike. "Where the hell are we, by the way? I'm lost."

Ita McNairee: mm watch yerself loves, *a hand smoothes his cheek, voice quite* ye dinnae wan tae gie me blood en ye ah reckon.. *she leans against him looking around* och.. were aboot tae streets frem tha wan Concerto's awn. ah was wanderen awa afore ah went mad.. *a regretful snerk noise* ah aulready repped tha poor room apart in account o lost pectures.. *she rubs her eyes and draws her nose along his throat, whimpering softly* reckon tha pectures where nae most o tha tantrum..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Pictures!" He blinks, suddenly, going into his backpack and digging around. "That reminds me!"

Ita McNairee: *she half falls off him, watching him with wide eyes as she gives her face a more thorough wiping* Loves?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He digs out a tupperware box, store-bought, with Ita's pictures and stuff in it, passing it over to her. "I went to the safehouse after you were grabbed and picked it all up." He lowers his head and mumbles. "I...umm... wantedsomethingofyourscloseby."

Ita McNairee: Och loves.. *its a gasp, she peels off the lid and flicks through them lovingly, a look of soft amazement lighting strained features.. there they were all there.. all there.. safe. because he'd wanted something of hers.. oh. gentle brown dog eyes take him in, with the same look of wonderment.* dream..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sits there, head bowed, suddenly shivering as he realizes how cold it is. His eyes shut and he takes a breath. "Yeah."

: ((Yup...Dream is gettin a verbal butt whoopin eventually. *G*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((*Thhhhpppppt*))

Ita McNairee: *she presses cold lips to his cheek, attempting to haul him to his feet upon noticing the shivering, regarding him quietly. nothing need said until he was warm and safe* Coome Darlin. ye'll catch yer death. coome wie me. *the tupperware shoved in that dirty satchel*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He lets himself be hauled up, and goes for a cigarette, lighting it with a shielded hand, keeping the flame away from Ita. "Where are we going?" His voice is very small at the moment.

Ita McNairee: ah dinnae kain.. concerto ah suppose.. *she bites her lips, letting go of him and giving the cigarrette a respectful distance to itself* unlessen ye reckon ah'd be aulrecht en tha park..

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 10,10,6,3,6,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: His eyes get wide with...fear? "No, not the Concerto...I can't...see Karlos." He pauses, focusing on her a moment, and winces, a sudden, painful reminder of something he already knew. "No, Park is out." He thinks. "My apartment is still good, thanks to a lot of late fees...we could go there."

Ita McNairee: yer certain...? *she singsongs quietly, face tightening a bit as he winces. she looks to his chest, lip getting gnawed open again*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Yeah, I'm certain, Ita. C'mon. It's not too terribly far, and I already unplugged and put all the electronics in the storage space. The place is safe."

Ita McNairee: aye than *she nods to him, dragging some hair over her face as an afterthought and letting him lead the way, touching his arm as if to verify he's still with her*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles to her, nodding, as if saying 'yes, I'm still here' and rests a hand lightly on her back, leading her to his place.

Ita McNairee: (ftb-ish! to be continued! *irritating tune in next time music*)

MIDTOWN RESIDENCE

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He leads Ita into his apartment, turning the lights on. All electrical equipment is missing from the place, besides base appliances (stove, fridge, microwave, etc.). Beyond that, it looks exactly as he left it a month ago.

Ita McNairee: *she follows him, jingling quietly behind him, taking in the room warily.. he said it was safe.. she gnaws her lip, looking to him*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He's quiet, head pointed at the ground, as he walks in. He throws the keys on the kitchen counter and shrugs the wet trenchcoat off onto the carpet, walking into the kitchen and opening up the fridge. Out comes a Corona, and he twists the bottlecap off, tossing it in the overflowing garbage can. He takes a deep breath and walks back out into the main room, dropping onto the couch. Meek and quiet and as wary as Ita, he still seems to find some comfort in behing home.

Ita McNairee: *she watches him, lips bit. last time they were here they were both infected... the pikey lets him get settled, watching him in an odd moment of silence before she sets the satchel on his trench and cocks her head at him, circling 3 times and plopping down at his feet with a jangle*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He looks up at her, and smiles slightly, and odd, somewhat shy look in his eyes. "So. Umm." Yes, those are complete sentances for him at the moment.

Ita McNairee: *her hand finds his leg, giving his ankle a squeeze as she looks up to him, hair half obscuring her eyes. what to do? she bites a lip and nuzzles his knee.* och darlin.. *the little whore gives a grin up to him* Ye aulrecht?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He takes a deep breath, and nods. "Yeah, I'm..." He nods. "I'm fine." He takes a drink off the beer and leans forward, setting it down on the table. He opens his mouth, shuts it, then opens it and sighs. "Look, Ita..." He shuts his eyes. Be an adult about this. "I'm...sorry, if I was...assuming too much. I don't know...everything was so fucked up, and somehow, something inside me, the part that was still Dream, it..." He pauses, and shakes his head, leaning back.

Ita McNairee: *she claws the hair out of her face so as to see him better.. chewing on her lip and chewing onhis words, confused.. not sure what precisely he was saying. she moves closer, settiling between his knees to rest her head on his leg, a frown before she singsongs worridely* sae.. whech.. were ye assumen? *she cockher her head to eye him* ye oopset o wha ye ded?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He inhales and exhales, then opens his eyes and looks at her. "Ita, there's a lot of things that I'm upset over what I did during my...infection." He says it like it's a disease, as if he's trying to set what he did in a medical, clinical sense. "There's one thing I don't regret. Unless you did, too."

Ita McNairee: Loves.. *its soft, an almost exasperated whine as she smoothes his leg with a cold hand* nae darlin.. och nae.. *she frowns up at the thin man, shaking her head* tha ah dinnae regret loves.. nae stain fer tha, ah reckon.. oor ah'd be stained a hundred times over..aye? *her voice lightens, reassurring as she keeps her eyes on his face warmly*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: That draws a smile to his face, and a somwehat conflicted look to his eyes. It would have been easier if she said yes. Then you would have been rejected, and that would have been it. Painful, but clean. His hand absently comes up to scratch at the back of his neck, a nervous gesture, as he goes for his Corona.

Ita McNairee: hemmf.. *she rubs at the back of his knees , watching him with soft eyes, she chuckles quietly at the irony. a shake of her head as he drinks his beer* Och loves..*a sort of half smile, it figures.. * ye meant et loves.. ..?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM] -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: 6,6,4,1,5,4,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He stiffens a little, at the chuckle, and rests the bottle in his lap, the hand coming around his neck, elbow moving to the armrest. He rests his lips against the palm of his head, obscuring the lower half of his face from view. Eyes shut again, and his head nods ever-so-slightly, a tiny acknowledgement.

Singha: 4,8,10,1,1,6,9,

Singha: 9,4,3,10,3,5,6,

Singha: 9,

Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: ((first per+alert to see if someone's in the apart, second per+security to determine best way to infiltrate, specialty buildings so rerolled 10)0

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM] -> Singha: ((Standard apartment, no real security right now.))

Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: (next is dex+stealth, followed by dex+security to enter apartment if door is locked, also to enter in such a way as to not become a target and to minimize ability of those present to slip away.))

Singha: 6,4,4,1,2,8,7,

Singha: 9,7,2,9,5,10,9,

Singha: 9,

Ita McNairee: Och.. *she crawls up onto him, tugging at the corona and setting it away from him, face concerned. she slips her hawked nose up along his cheek* wha's tha matter wie tha loves? *she doesn't know whether to be hurt or confused or what*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: ((Per+Alert))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: 6,5,4,9,2,

Singha: Jer's paranoia appears to be advantageous as he hears noise by the front door.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He smiles to her, opening his mouth to say something...then looks up, suddenly, in alarm. "SHIT! PATIO! GO!" He moves toward the front door, pushing Ita behind him, and goes into Crinos immediately.

Singha: 9,2,6,7,1,6,4,

Ita McNairee: *ita's up and ready for flight with a panicked clatter, heading to the patio. Dream was bigger.. but her claws come out anyway as she reaches the door, He was not getting taken agian.. *

Singha: The door swings open and a big man wearing all black, rayban sunglasses and a bandanna over his face points a mossberg shotgun and a hand gun at Jer.

Singha: "Oh, fuck," the man says, in a familiar tenor. "I thought you'd be smarter than to come fucking back here."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He snarls at the man, not backing down. "NOT AGAIN!" And he just stands there, providing an enormous shield for Ita.

Ita McNairee: *ita peirces her lip.. * Dream.. ye can die.. *she's not going anywhere.. he shoots dream he'd best have a stake for her as well.. little pikey hunkering down, flexing her fingers*

Singha: He gives a long suffering sigh and raises the shotgun to rest on his shoulder, lowering the hand gun. "You're a bloody idiot, Jeremy. A fucking full blown brainless moron."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He blinks, as he recognizes the voice, and something changes in his stance...into terror. He takes a couple steps back, his resolve breaking a bit, still providing protection to Ita as he shifts down to Glabro. "Trevor?" His voice conveys deep fear, anger, and relief. Ita's safe.

Singha: "You don't fucking think they know where you live, and if they want to recapture you this is the first fucking place they'l go?"

Ita McNairee: *terror does not sit well with her, she skitters to the side to give the man a look, claws held ready.. trevor.. surely not?...* Och..

Singha: "Christ, I thought I'd kill me a few Dogs tonight, too." He sighs, shaking his head. "And you brought the fucking Pikey with you? Jesus, hand them both of you on a fucking platter, why don't you?"

Singha: He waves them both aside with a long suffering sigh. "Move. I'll check the place over see if they've left any bugs."

Ita McNairee: Och! *its a better sound, hopeful, the claws going back into her hand, she winces.. note to self.. OW!.. she looks up to dream, dbeaming, face falling when she sees he isn't* dream loves?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He's silent, watching the man, and he takes a couple steps back. Then readjusts to stay near Ita. "I..." He falters, looking down. "We needed to talk. She couldn't go to the Park. I don't dare go to the Concerto. I had no money."

Singha: 9,6,4,6,2,

Singha: He enters the room, glancing around, brows furrowed in concentration.

Singha: "Ita you have money don't you? What's wrong with a fucking hotel?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He sidesteps Trevor, keeping his eyes on the man, and heads to his bedroom to get clothes to replace the ones that just shredded.

Ita McNairee: *she watches dream. whoa.. naked and.. odd looking. she looks back to trev* ee said eer loves.. ah reckon'd et'd be safer effen there were nae electronicals..

Singha: He moves slowly through the apartment, brows furrowed intently peers around.

Singha: 2,5,1,7,5,6,

Singha: 9,7,4,2,9,8,9,

Ita McNairee: ye cannae take a telvision oot o a hotel room afty aul.. they're hunkers tae yer desk *nods.. watching him.. apparently she knows this.. having spent a good deal of time in hotel rooms*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: After a few minutes, he comes back out, looking much more like the old Dream. WWE "HBK" T-Shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots. He picks his trenchcoat up off the ground, and puts it on, keeping his eyes on the man. Clearly quite afraid of him, but relieved he's not someone else here to capture them both. He shakes his head...he's right, it was a dumb move.

Singha: "Fuck..." he turns to Ita and shoves her toward the door.

Singha: He motions Jer ahead of him, but keeps his gaze up where the light fixtures are.

Ita McNairee: Elch.. *its a sort of yelp as the little woman is so shoved.. damnit.. it doesn't take that much force..*

Singha: He makes hand signs to Jer, pointing to his raybans, then up to the ceiling, the holds up 2 fingers, then makes a crawly motion as if to indicate insects

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He purses his lips and nods, looking up, moving as Trevor indicates.

Singha: "Come on," he says, his voice not changing pitch or tenor at all, sound just as annoyed as before. "We'll check you into a hotel."

Ita McNairee: *the pikey waits out the door, frowning. no fighting boys.. she chimes melodicly* ye've tae make certain theres nae electronicals...

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He nods, sighing, keeping his voice under control. "All right." He heads along, keeping alert.

Singha: He herds them out, closing the door quickly, and speaking in a very low voice. "How long have you two been here?"

Ita McNairee: *looks to jer as she gathers up her satchel... how long? * twenty minutes mayhaps? *the gypsy bites her lip looking to trevor.. eyes glittering happily*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He shuts his eyes, head hanging slightly, speaking quietly. "10 minutes, max? 10 minutes too long..."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: ((Call it an even fifteen? *G*))

Ita McNairee: ((sure))

Singha: He moves quickly, pushing them ahead of him if they don't keep up. "Downstairs, out in the alley, marroon Nissan. Let's go NOW."

Singha: "Do you know how to shoot, Ita?"

Ita McNairee: Aye. *moving quickly, she looks back to Dream and gives him a reassuring smile, a nod to Trev* ah kain tha basics.. been a while.

Singha: He hands the handgun to Ita as he slips behind the wheel of the car. "Anything jumps on this car that looks even remotely furry, shoot to kill." He hands the shotgun to Jeremy. "You too."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: He moves quickly, getting ahead of Ita, taking point, so as to keep her out of view. Moving quickly, backpack slung over his back.

Singha: ((Okay with everybody if we move to Midtown streets now?))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas [11 April Late PM]: ((Sorry, got distracted by request for what I wanted to eat.)) He takes the shotgun, nodding to Trevor. "Understood."

Ita McNairee: aye. *she crawls in the back of the car, sitting in the middle seat and examining the gun. nods to herself. yeah.. its be ok*

Singha: ((THey are climbing into the car and driving toward the park))

Ita McNairee: ((ok. midtown streets!)

CENTRAL PARK

Singha: A maroon Nissan with Pennsylvania plates drives up 7th Ave toward Central Park.

Michelle (Rauko): 3,3,5,4,2,4,

Andrew Fisher: *returns that night and waits for Dream to return*

Joey Edwards [playtest]: [Er, is the fight vs. bad doctor on tonight?]

Michelle (Rauko): ((Damm)) *and she isn't paying atention is seems... her mind probably in the stupidness she did last night.. how in the Mother's namre she ever said anything...walking, holding tight to baggie*

SOME POSTS LOST

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Random other CP Room? Say, Gates & Perimeter))

Bodolf Hammarskjöld [playtest]: There's a faint tune being whistled as he wanders into Central Park. Large hands are shoved in the pockets of his beaten jeans and he seems somewhat at ease, though slightly wary as he wanders through the park.

Ita McNairee: (yeah gates and perimeter makes me happy)

Joey Edwards [playtest]: He gasps quietly as he sees Michelle walking not too far away. He turns his head quickly to watch her.

Joey Edwards [playtest]: [Will you need Mercury?]

Stephen Culligan: ((No problems here either. No time-sensitive material.))

Joey Edwards [playtest]: And tries to hug the tree again as Bodolf comes into view.

Stephen Culligan: ((Though should I switch skins?))

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: ((IF Your PC Would not have been in the Park at this time, please move to one of the other Park rooms and continue your scene. Sorry to shove you guys out of here but I'm trying to get some stuff done before some peeps have to leave for work.))

Stephen Culligan: ((Nope! Sleep in the park, usually. Rarely indoors.))

Joey Edwards [playtest]: [I have no difficulty with the time. All's good.]

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: ((All of you guys who have been whining for action, bring your PC's in now or forever hold your peace))

Joey Edwards [playtest]: He reaches up, leaps, and starts to scramble up the tree.

Joey Edwards [playtest]: 10,2,5,6,2,

Joey Edwards [playtest]: Almost like a squirrel.

Michelle (Rauko): ((Rauko was here the other night till really late... it really depends... she usually goes out when kids are sleeping, again if the St and players are not with it i do can take her off *giggle*... but, but, but, but... =) ))

Stephen Culligan: ((Heh... butt...)) *He remains alert, staring where he THINKS the noise came from.*

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: Just as the Nissan reaches the edge of Columbus circle, two Ford Pickups with Jersey plates come speeding along Central Park South and try to T-Bone the Nissan (And we will go cinematic for this)

Michelle (Rauko): *she isnt though noticing a thing, so doesn see Joey*

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): He is out in the park this evening, quite the night owl normally.

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: 4,3,5,5,4,5,

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: 5,7,8,5,7,

Laidan: She's been in the park, waiting for Dream to get back...

Andrew Fisher: *loose fitting sweatshirt and jeans to ward off the night chill, he prowls the park, waiting*

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): He notices Laidan, and he walks up to her, making noise as he does so. "Yo. 'Sup?"

Stephen Culligan: *A snarl escapes his lips.* Wha't'e fook is t'at?

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): Nods to Andrew.

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: And there is the enormous crashing, tinkling crunch of cars impacting one another and the Nissan is thrown across the intersection spinning and tumbling to land upside down against wall to the park.

Eddie: *is currently trying to scope out a different place to sleep. last night's choice ended up with early-morning chatterquacking from that dratted squirrle....far, far too early*

Laidan: 6,5,8,5,4,10,6,

Joey Edwards [playtest]: He bites his lip, not as high as he'd like in the branches, didn't have time. He looks down at Stephen. "Um...howdy."

Laidan: 5,

Stephen Culligan: 2,2,1,7,

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: 4,4,3,3,1,7,

Laidan: "What was that?" She snaps, suddenly, to Mercury as she hears the crash.

Andrew Fisher: 4,5,1,5,3,

Stephen Culligan: *No... it was coming from the eastern side! His head swivels. Someone... speaking to him?*

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): Mercury's head jerks towards the sound of the impact.

Eddie: *notes familiar faces and plods over toward Andy, Lai, and Merc*

Michelle (Rauko): ((rolls to go along all))

Andrew Fisher: *is immune to the effects of the crash*

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: ((Those in the car, roll STA, for every 1 you get a lethal HL))

Michelle (Rauko): 1,7,6,8,8,10,

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): 5,7,3,4,10,

Eddie: *winces at the sound, pausing to look for the source*

Andrew Fisher: *rubs at the damn dust in his eyes again*

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: 9,4,6,8,

Laidan: She starts to move swiftly towards the large crash noise.

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): Laidan: "It...sounded like a crash. Let's check it out." Heading that way.

Michelle (Rauko): *she blinks, and flitches, those odd eyes looking over the loud crash, hesitating in place before moving over to see if ... well... to... eh... keep hiding behind a tree, but if there are... hurt.. people... she'll help.. but.. goes*

Joey Edwards [playtest]: Maybe this isn't a good place to be. He climbs out of the tree so he can leave.

Eddie: 5,6,5,10,2,10,

Stephen Culligan: *Movement.* Hey... whair t'e fook is everyoon goin'?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,3,

Ita McNairee: (rolling sta + fortitude)

Ita McNairee: 8,4,7,4,3,

Eddie: yo, Andy...*trots over to him, waving a hand at the source of crashy ungoodness*

Joey Edwards [playtest]: He leaves the park quickly. [poof]

Andrew Fisher: *blinks and looks around* What? *sees everyone moving and follows, breaking into a jog to catch up*

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): Running towards where he thinks he heard the impact.

Eddie: *trots along after the others, dual eyes narrowed*

Stephen Culligan: *A frustrated noise, as he moves after, at least to observe.*

Laidan: She darts after Mercury, using his footsteps as a guide.

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: The truck that hit the Nissan rumbles to a stop, and the one behind it screeches around toward the disabled Nissan. Four people dressed in security guard uniforms jump out of the back of the pick up and run over to the crashed car.

Laidan: 8,5,8,8,3,3,7,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: As soon as the car stops spinning, he pulls his trench off and shifts up to Glabro again, trying to force the door open, shotgun in his hand.

Michelle (Rauko): *she'll actually notice the True Brons heading ((wel I guess she got a good roll) fidgeting hightly, and yes, moving to get behind a tree, why? because that way she gon't get in their way and she'll.. be.. able.. to help... the little.. she can*

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: Both Jer and Ita get some bashing but it's negligible. The driver of the Nissan curse, his nose broken on the wheel. But at least those cool raybans are intact.

Laidan: "Dream is in there." She barks to Mercury.

Ita McNairee: *ita's scrambling the the backseat, arse over teakettle.. 100 lbs.. no seatbelt.. that was a flying pikey as she scrambles to get out of the car with a full feral snarl* Fooken baby rapen son o a'.. ye aulrecht?! *to the driver*

Andrew Fisher: *shifts up to glabro, filling out the sweatshirt and stretching the jeans tight, breaking into a run for the car*

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): Laidan: He nods sharply, then realizing she can't see that, "Got it!" He races towards the Nissan.

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: THose in the park find they need to go through one of the gates, as the Nissan is resting up against one of those high stone walls that surround the park. But if they leave the closest gate to Columbus Circle, they can see the crashed car, the security guards around the crashed Nissan, and the dinged up, cracked radiator of the other pick up truck.

Mercury (April 11, 11pm): Shifting as he sees Andrew doing it, and after a quick look around to make sure they're not being watched. Likely not, with the MVA being a distraction.

Stephen Culligan: *He remains back, watching them work, focused. A big grin spreads across his face, though.*

Laidan: "What's going on Mercury?" She barked again behind him.

Andrew Fisher: *falls in next to Merc, time to work together*

Stephen Culligan: *But for once, he makes the effort to be stealthy, as he finds a place to hide and change.*

Stephen Culligan: 7,5,8,3,10,

Stephen Culligan: 10,

Singha [apr 11, 11pm]: {please DO NOT ICQ me during this scenes, PM in the room and we will be going cinematic, which means you ROLL YOUR POOL TO HIT ONLY. For every 3 sux over 6, you have killed or disabled an opponent. for every 1 in your attack you have suffered 1 HL AGG damage AFTER SOAK))

Laidan: "Andrew...." She rumbled, moving to flank her Alpha. Not sure what was going on.

Stephen Culligan: 8,

Mercury: Laidan: "Two pickups, t-bone smashed the car Dream is in."

Andrew Fisher: *the gutteral rasp of Glabro rumbles forth* Ita, dream by a car. Men from a truck moving in.

Stephen Culligan: *He is pretty damned sneaky, as he uses his anger to fuel his shift to the lupus.*

Michelle (Rauko): ((well I did wanted action, bu tRauko won't jump onto it and make herself a danger and distractiong for the furries *S*)) *she just moves to where she can see, and keeps at bay, knowing she will just distract*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Re-think. He aims the shotgun out the window, taking aim, face cold. Not again. Not Ita. Sure as FUCK not the driver. And not him.

Andrew Fisher: *starts barking orders* Knock them out, get Dream back into the park. Go!

Eddie: *races after the others, keeping up as best she can. hoping her shirt can take it as she shifts to Glab like the guys*

Singha [apr 11, 11pm] -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((waiting for the roll)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 3,10,1,9,

Stephen Culligan: *Despite not being in their pack, he sure as hell knows an order. Running out of the gate, to take care of it in his four-footed form.*

Mercury: He moves to take out a bad guy, his face a mask of enraged fury.

Laidan: ((kicking in resist toxin, rolling sta+survival))

Laidan: 5,2,9,3,3,5,

Ita McNairee: *where was that gun?.. under the seat.. fuck if she's good with this thing.. she narrows brown eyes, not so kind anymore.. shoot ME assholes, she scrambles back into her seat and aims best she can*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The guards surrounding the vehicle each pull out pistols and shoot at the occupants.

Andrew Fisher: *moves at Merc's side, guarding his flank and attacking the nearest guy in a security uniform*

Ita McNairee: 3,4,9,4,

Laidan: She flanks Andrew, picking him out, and listening to him the most. Growling.

Stephen Culligan: *No time... he runs. Juicy ankles so close, ripe for the picking...*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((roll init guys))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 4,

Andrew Fisher: ((Dex + Brawl))

Laidan: 8,

Andrew Fisher: 2,2,3,10,9,

Stephen Culligan: 2,

Ita McNairee: 10,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((9))

Andrew Fisher: ((Oooops))

Laidan: ((13))

Andrew Fisher: 10,

Mercury: 7,

Stephen Culligan: ((11))

Andrew Fisher: ((16))

Mercury: [INIT 13]

Ita McNairee: (15)

Michelle (Rauko): 8,

Eddie: 6,

Michelle (Rauko): 13

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 5,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 9,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [guards 10, driver 16]

Eddie: (12)

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Okay contrary to other ST's we are declaring and rolling at the same time, slowest declares first then ROLL right after you DECLARE do not wait for me to tell you keep track of your sux and your damage]

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: {ORDER is as FOLLOWS (First on list goes first): Andrew, Driver, Ita Merc, Lai, Stephen, Dream, haven't gotten Rauko's init but don't think it will matter for this scene]

Michelle (Rauko): ((me either =P ))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Shooting again.))

Michelle (Rauko): and it was 13

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 10,5,3,6,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((oops, damn I reversed the list. *G* Serves me right for rushing))

Eddie: ((hrm. Eddie would be right before Stephen on the list?))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((Sorry LAST On list goes first as is the SLOWEST))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Silly lion! *G*))

Stephen Culligan: ((Yeah, trix are for kids! That means you go right after me, Eddie.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Corrected order: Andrew, Driver, Ita Merc, Lai, Rauko, Eddie, Stephen, Guards. Dream]

Desireee Vespucci: A sort of average looking woman, with dark Italian features. Well dressed in conservative clothes. Those who keep up with politics might recognize her as a member of the World Policy Institute.

Eddie: ((*nods* ok, then.))

Desireee Vespucci: *walking through the park*

Desiree Vespucci: *Slows her steps blinking at the chaos.*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Two of the four guards shoot at Dream and Ita, two of the others spin to shoot at Andrew and Mer.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 2,10,8,9,7,9,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 3,8,7,1,2,2,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 8,3,6,9,9,6,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 10,9,2,6,8,4,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 8,7,6,7,4,4,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Let's go, STephen]

Stephen Culligan: *Such juicy ankles... he lunges forward to grab the closest guard by the leg.*

Stephen Culligan: 8,2,7,3,10,4,9,7,8,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Eddie declare and roll, please do not wait for me to tell you your turn you all go in reverse order of what's posted so please keep in mind you oyou go after and post as quickly as possible]

Stephen Culligan: 2,

Stephen Culligan: ((Damage))

Eddie: heads after thenearest guard just trying to connect a fist to him somewhere*

Eddie: 5,5,2,8,

Stephen Culligan: ((NM... not rolling. Sorry.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [once AGAIN we are going CINEMATIC , which means you ROLL YOUR POOL TO HIT ONLY. For every 3 sux over 6, you have killed or disabled an opponent. for every 1 in your attack you have suffered 1 HL AGG damage AFTER SOAK ]

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Lai and Merc you both go at the same time as Rauko so declare and post]

Desiree Vespucci: *Slips behind a tree and observes the chaos, taking particular note of Andrew and Mercury.*

Laidan: ((Spending one rage to go into Glabro, rolling per+alert, smashing into the nearst guard and cracking his head on the pavement))

Mercury: He throws a roundhouse punch at the nearest guard.

Laidan: 2,8,10,5,3,4,4,

Mercury: 9,6,4,6,5,9,

Andrew Fisher: *coldcocks the guy aiming at him, hoping to put him down before he shoots*

Andrew Fisher: 6,3,4,8,6,

Laidan: 1,9,5,5,6,

Ita McNairee: Nae! *ita's going to shoot the closest guard, snarling horribley as she tries to kick open a door. fish in a barrel in this fucking car. (bp to dex)*

Ita McNairee: 2,4,3,4,9,

Michelle (Rauko): *Well she is keeping out of sight and out of messing things, but those odds eyes try to trace the battle for that hint.. that intuition of what is going to happen* ((pre 1 =) see if it works... and she can at -least- help))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((ITa you only get one action. Either shoot or leave the car. Not both]

Michelle (Rauko): 7,9,9,8,8,2,3,5,

Ita McNairee: (she's just kicking she's not going anywhere)

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The Driver releases his seatbelt and does his best to wriggle out of the vehicle.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 10,1,5,1,3,10,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Hang on while I tell ya'll what happens...

Andrew Fisher: ((I suffer from premature postulation. Sorry. *sheepish grin*))

Desiree Vespucci: *Makes her way closer to what appears to be a car accident accompanied by a major cluster fuck.*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The two guards spin around to shoot Merc and Andrew but both get knocked cold from their respective fists. A third guard shooting at Dream gets Hamstrug by Stephen while he gets a Dragon's breath round in the face from the shot gun Jer's holding. Ita shoots the other Guard in the chest, but hits his kevlar vest.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Ita catches a tranq dart in the face for 2 lethal (you may soak). Jer also gets tranked before he can get his shot off.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Cock, aim, fire. Bring it on, fuckwads.

Ita McNairee: 8,2,8,4,8,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Or doesn't. Didn't realize recap wasn't over.))

Stephen Culligan: ((The guard got shot in the face, or I did, from the Dragon's breath round?))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((The guard stephen hamstrug was shot in the face by Jeremy))

Stephen Culligan: ((Okay! Sorry... making sure.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((So...2 unconcious guards, 1 dead, one turning and running back toward the pick up))

Desiree Vespucci: *Her eyes widen as she realizes these people are actually killing one another.*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Okay new turn Be also advised this is at COLUMBUS CIRCLE which is a very BUSY intersection even this late at night as many people are just leaving Lincoln Center or other nearby venues))

Desiree Vespucci: ((Is the local population panicking over the gun fight?))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Assuming Jer is disabled by Tranq, so not posting action.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Jer tries to shoot again but finds the 4th guard on the ihter side of the car and not available to get shot at. That guard is now running away.

Desiree Vespucci: 6,

Desiree Vespucci: (init 10, in case Des decides to jump in)

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((oh yeah, he can spend WP to act to ignore the drug but when he's outta will he passes out.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Corrected order: Andrew, Driver, Ita Merc, Lai, Rauko, Eddie, Stephen, Desiree, Guards. Dream] LAST on list declares FIRST and it goes in REVERSE ORDER.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Doing so. Jer needs some WP refreshing, one o' these days... :P))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [Jer and Guard have declared, so Des, STephen let's go]

Desiree Vespucci: *Will do crowd control, and herd away any innocents that look likely to wander into harms way.*

Stephen Culligan: *He moves as carefully as he can, but quickly, after the guard, to at least grab at his leg. Not to kill, to disable.*

Stephen Culligan: 8,4,6,4,6,4,8,6,1,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: [at the moment the average joe on the street is still blinking at the crushed and overturned vehicle smashed up against the wall of the park. It won't register that an actual shot has been fired and someone killed for a few turns]

Eddie: *goes for teh car to get the people inside, like Dream, out of there*

Eddie: 8,3,2,

Desiree Vespucci: (Is the fleeing guard running in her direction?)

Mercury: Mercury races after the running-away guard and leaps to tackle him.

Mercury: 3,4,3,8,4,6,

Ita McNairee: *despite taking a shot to the face, the pretty pikey's prefectly intact... her voice has risen up into horrible desperate laughter.. panicked and punctuated with snarling. oh no you fuckers... not killing dream, not dream, not anyone.. not tonight.. Shoot ME you bastards she's trying frantically to wriggle out the car after the last man*

Ita McNairee: 1,4,4,6,5,3,

Laidan: She, like Eddie, darts to the car. Smelling blood, and Dream, and Ita.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The Driver tries to wriggle out again.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 2,4,4,3,9,7,

Andrew Fisher: *moves to coldcock the driver as well*

Andrew Fisher: 2,3,4,10,3,

Andrew Fisher: ((Wait....WHICH driver? *L*))

Andrew Fisher: ((Shit....forget last post. *reposts action*))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((Andrew is that dex+ath to catch the guy? or are you going to wait for Stephen and Merc to catch him and then you hit him?))

Andrew Fisher: *starts barking orders in that awful Glabro voice* These men need medical attention. Get them into the park so we can take care of them. MOVE NOW!

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((Doh sorry thought you meant the guard not the driver))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Okies so....Recap pending

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Andrew shouts orders. Driver scrambles almost all the way out of the vehicle. Ita's still stuck. Eddie and Lai help Dream out of the car and Merc and Stephen tackle and hold onto the fleeing guard while Des and Rauko do crowd control

Andrew Fisher: ((Fantastic. Gotta jet now. So Andrew will suggest interrogating the living guards. And try to figure out damage control. And he will stay in Glabro until out of sight to disguise his features, and also strip off the sweatshirt and wander around in the tee underneath.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Next turn: [Corrected order: Andrew (carrying guards into the park), Driver, Ita Merc, Lai, Rauko, Eddie, Stephen, Guards. Dream] LAST on list declares FIRST and it goes in REVERSE ORDER.

Desiree Vespucci: (Hey, shouldn't I be after the guards?)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Spending WP to act.)) Working on will alone, he tries to reach in and grab Ita to help her out.

Andrew Fisher: ((Thanks all. Good scene. Jer will handle posting what Andy does unless Singha wants to. *jets to get yelled at* *L*))

Laidan: ((Byeee!))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: (yeah sorry that's what you get for coming in late des. *G*)

Desiree Vespucci: ((As long as she wasn't mysteriously vaporized. *G*))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: THe guard with Merc and Stephen turns and shoots Stephen.

Stephen Culligan: ((Naw, Changeling doesn't exist on this site.)) *He helps drag the guards back to the Park.*

Desiree Vespucci: *Veers off to help move the wounded into the park.*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The Pick up truck driver reverses the vehicle, trying to ram Merc and Stephen. The driver of the disabled pickup truck strangely and inexplicably sets the cab on fire.

Eddie: *helps Dream with Ita*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 3,2,8,2,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: (that was dex+firearms -2 to shoot Merc with the tranq gun))

Mercury: Twists the gun out of the guard's hand by grappling with it.

Mercury: 3,9,7,7,9,1,

Ita McNairee: Arrrghaaa! Fooken! *she snarls and yelps trying to free herself from the crumpled car with gun in hand, laughing having subsided as she tries to get the fuck out of the car.. visions of it exploding like in the movies assisting her a little, she lets dream and laiden help, crawling to dream *

Ita McNairee: 7,4,10,1,8,5,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((oops I mean Stephen with the tranq gun, roll soak STephen))

Laidan: She growls and yanks, trying to pull the doors open to help Ita and the driver out.

Stephen Culligan: 4,6,10,5,9,6,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: (or nm since Merc succeeded in yanking it away before he could shoot))

Laidan: 2,10,7,7,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 8,1,9,2,6,8,

Stephen Culligan: ((Awwwh... but I got successes. *pouts* Ahh well! Dragging FASTER.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: But Merc and Stephen both take 3 Lethal from the pickup ramming them and the guard they're dragging gets his head popped under the wheel.

Mercury: ((I shoulda burned rage to coldcock the guy with his own gun ~G~))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 5,9,7,7,5,4,

Stephen Culligan: ((How fast is the car going now? Do I have time to rip the back wheel?))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The driver of the Nissan gets out of the vehicle and rolls to his feet. HE's wearing raybans over his eyes and a bandana over his face. His nose is broken and his face is bloody.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((You can try next round this was this guys action this round))

Stephen Culligan: ((Okay!))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Desiree finds that people are starting to realize that there's been gunfire and...people are dead. Lots of looky loos suddenly turn and dash off on other business. A few stalward idiots continue to gape and try to see what's going on.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Meanwhile Desireee is doing her best to keep the pedestrian traffic at bay. And across the street, the diabled pickup with a busted radiator and smooshed front end is ablaze.

Michelle (Rauko): ((ohhh.. I liked that last one... mhep *S*))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: New Turn: [Corrected order: Driver, Ita Merc, Lai, Rauko, Eddie, Stephen, Desiree, Guards. Dream] LAST on list declares FIRST and it goes in REVERSE ORDER.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((Can you spend Rage in Cinematic?))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((You may spend Rage in Cinematic))

Laidan: 8,7,2,3,5,9,10,

Laidan: 3,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Spending Rage.)) He reaches in to grab Ita's tupperware container, his backpack, and his trenchcoat.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Second action, if I should post it now, is to run to the park.))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The Pick Up Driver guns it and does his best to speed the hell out of there.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 8,9,3,9,5,9,

Desiree Vespucci: The high society lady, now with blood on her white gloves, moves to order the more stalwart idiots away. If they give her any crap, she'll tell them she's an off duty police officer. (performance + manip)

Desiree Vespucci: 8,6,8,5,5,3,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: (roll dex+ath to run to the park))

Stephen Culligan: *Making the back wheel die seems to be his goal. Risking his own neck in the ordeal only makes it funner.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 3,2,

Desiree Vespucci: ((wheel killers and tupperware rescuers, what a bunch of heros! *L*))

Desiree Vespucci: (nix the blood on her gloves)

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((roll dex+ath to catch the wheel then STR Stephen))

Stephen Culligan: 7,6,8,3,8,4,6,3,

Stephen Culligan: 10,2,7,9,

Eddie: *if there's a person who needs to be gotten into the park she'll try to grab him and head thattaway--failing that she'll grab a fallen trank gun if there is one* ((looking around for the above))

Eddie: 7,5,3,8,7,5,

Mercury: He just got slammed by a truck, he's *pissed* and his Rage burns hot as he leaps up into the bed of the truck and slams his fist through the glass to try to reach in and grab the driver. ((Burning as much Rage as it will take to get me there and still throw the punch. Roll Dex + Ath, then Dex + Brawl or Str?))

Ita McNairee: *a frantic look to dream before Ita pulls out that gun, and makes to shoot the driver, swallowing a noise as she concentrates hard on aiming, both hands training the gun (wp)*

Laidan: Laidan moves to help the Driver, Dream, and even Ita into the park and quickly as possible.

Ita McNairee: 5,4,4,7,5,

Michelle (Rauko): ((Gah.. my turn! *blinks*)) *Whell if andrew and her could ask enough homeless.. she'll ask pleasy please to two, if they could please go over there, to the onlookers and just spoke them off?* ((when they wanna.. they are experts on doing so...)) *and keep helping with injured in?*

Ita McNairee: )((oops. merc jumped gun, ita jumped merc))

Mercury: ((I went after Eddie. *G*))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((sorry got hunnyfied. Dex+ath, then Dex+Brawl Mer))

Mercury: 4,7,3,

Mercury: 8,2,5,7,9,4,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: The Driver of the Nissan grabs the gun from Ita before she can pull the trigger and says "No, it's got silver."

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 3,1,2,3,6,7,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: 7,4,6,5,

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((Roll STR if you're trying to hold onto the gun, Ita))

Ita McNairee: *she's giving it up like a the obedient pikey she is, giving a desperate whine and looking from him to the truck*

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Okay recap...The Driver of the Nissan grabs Ita's gun before she can shoot at Merc, Stephen, and the driver of the Pickup. Merc finds himself outdistanced by the Pick up until STephen grabs that wheel and slows the vehicle down, and then Merc can slam his fist through the glass and grab the Pickup driver. (more)

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Lai helps Dream toward the park, after DReam grabs the stuff from inside. Eddie picks up the two tranq guns the guards who were coldcocked dropped. Desiree convinces the idots who are still trying to watch that she's an offduty cop and they follow her directions, grumbling.

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: Dream's not running very fast, being overloaded with stuff. ((btw, what'd you do with the shotgun, Dream?))

Mercury: ((Unless they wonder why a cop is letting the rumble continue. ~snicker~))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Bunched inside the trenchcoat.))

Desiree Vespucci: ((Shush you! She's off duty!))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((And I gotta go watch Scrubs with hunny now...so either we pause, or we say that Merc and stephen get the pickup driver into the park for interrogation and the Driver of the Nissan takes the Pick up and drives off with it?))

Mercury: ((I like that last...can I drag him through the broken window? ~L~))

Laidan: ((Lai would let the Nissan driver so I can agree with that...))

Michelle (Rauko): ((I am the useless kin ;) I am good with either *giggles and hides*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((I'm cool with Pickup Driver in park, other Driver takes off...))

Mercury: ((And I wanna drive the truck somewhere and stash it so we can check it out later. Merc's a VERY good driver, actually. ~S~))

Eddie: ((i like that wrapup. and i've got to go myself--if i'm lucky i'll get 5 1/2 hours of sleep before work. *BG* but it was worth it!! fun scene!))

Desiree Vespucci: ((And the useless cop *g* goes with the flow.))

Mercury: ((Or let the kin "impound" the truck for our later inspection.))

Ita McNairee: ((I like that wrap up.))

Mercury: ((Thanks Singha, that was great! Very fast moving.))

Laidan: ((Laidan will heal people. And retrieve the antidote for Dream))

Stephen Culligan: ((Hee... we kilt a truck.))

Laidan: ((Thank you Singha!))

Michelle (Rauko): 8thanks! and night Singha! ))

Stephen Culligan: ((G'night!))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((Ita won't be allowed allowed inside, will she?))

Mercury: ((Yeah, and I'll never forget the visual of Andrew and Merc, roundhouse punching in unison and laying out both guards cold. ~lol~))

Eddie: ((*G* thanks a bunch. *offers cookies* Singha, you rock. rest of ya'll, you fun to play with. night! *facefirst into bed and begins snoring*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Thanks, Singha!!))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((If Ita's humanity is below 7 she won't be allowed in the park but I'm sure she can hide out in the sewers))

Singha [apr11, 11 pm]: ((and I really gotta jet thanks guys)0

Mercury: ((Stephen, here boy, fetch! ~throws tire~))

Stephen Culligan: ((Rowf! *goes a-runnin'*))

Laidan: ((Only a Fianna would chase down a car))

Desiree Vespucci: (Later Singha)

Ita McNairee: ((she sure IS going to freak out about that..alot of arguing *laughs* but her humanity is not so good!))

Michelle (Rauko): ç((wyrm creature *pouts to ita!*))

Mercury: ((*hugs all* and i'm off too))

Laidan: 5,6,9,7,8,3,

Laidan: ((Merc is healed by Laidan fully *G*))

Desiree Vespucci: ((anyone staying? *wants to play*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Are we going back to non-combat IC, anyone? Just curious...))

Michelle (Rauko): ((i am... for a bit longer.. but is the shy one *S*))

Michelle (Rauko): ((me is aroun dstill.... if people is...))

Ita McNairee: ((hey! this wyrm creatures been working with the werewolves in this city longer than most of the werewolves in the city!.. there is ALOT of arguement from the pikey.. as in.. pick her up and take her elsewhere))

Stephen Culligan: ((I was gonna... if only to get the freakin' taste out of my mouth. Rubber. Yech. *spits*))

Stephen Culligan: ((Buy him food, and he'll go ANYWHERE you want. Unless you wanna call the Josh on the safePhone.))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Good, 'cause...)) He stops at the edge of the park as Ita is kept out, sadness marring his face...and then, the tranquilizer finally kicks in. And down he goes.

Michelle (Rauko): ((*giggles*))

Laidan: ((Safe to say they got the antidote and gave it to Dream?))

Desiree Vespucci: ((You'd rather have the taste of Pikey in your mouth?))

Michelle (Rauko): ((erg.. should we give Jere anitdote?))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Well, Desiree, ummm.... *Whistles innocently*))

Stephen Culligan: *His nose sniffs at the downed guy, and he plods around slowly. Looking back up to Laidan. sufficeth to say, he seems displeased about having to be healed by a mule.*

Ita McNairee: ((*laughs* Ita's got some antidote in her puuuuuurse!))

Desiree Vespucci: ((Might be a good idea.))

Michelle (Rauko): *she'll be staying, well again, because .... she could help... though when Jere falls down, she slowly moves over, peering around for if the other Trues ar estill there*

Stephen Culligan: ((Hey, who WOULDN'T want the taste of Pikey in their mouth? The best part of wakin' up...))

Michelle (Rauko): ((mhe!))

Desiree Vespucci: ((Have her with donuts and coffee.))

Michelle (Rauko): *she'll actualy though kneel to his side to check him out while peering for the Trues*

Laidan: The mule is cursing. The mule is cursing a lot, crouching down by Dream. "Michelle. Go get the antidote from the kin."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He's on the ground, completely paralyzed. Staring up at the sky.

Desiree Vespucci: ((Make that, as they prepare to shoot him up.))

Michelle (Rauko): *frowns, fidgeting but does as told, sprinting as fast as she can for said antidote*

Stephen Culligan: *There is a slight huff from the red wolf, and he flops down on the ground.*

Laidan: She crouches by Dream. Ready to give the guy CPR. Hands hovering

Michelle (Rauko): 7,6,9,6,6,6,2,7,

Michelle (Rauko): ((giggles))

Michelle (Rauko): 7,5,6,4,6,7,4,2,

Desiree Vespucci: *A glance towards the wolf.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: God dammit...God dammit... That's all that's going through his head as he lies there.

Laidan: ((Jeeze! THAT'S were all my sux went!))

Stephen Culligan: *Wow, she really IS a rabbit... he watches the prey-kin run.*

Ita McNairee: (how far in the ark. far enough an ita'll pace outside like a caged animal, or far enough inside that she'll have to give it up and run to concerto)

Desiree Vespucci: ((Did Michelle sprout wings? *L*))

Michelle (Rauko): *and oddly enough she comes back quite fast.., rushing over* Rhya...*well she doens't now what.. how to inject...*

Stephen Culligan: 6,6,4,9,

Michelle (Rauko): ((nop *G* but something the like *wistles innocently. and rolls stealth for not to been seen doing what she did))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Jer was within his own sight of Ita, so not that far, I'd imagine...))

Michelle (Rauko): (((spenidng a will))

Laidan: She curses. AGAIN. As she holds the antidote uslessly in her hand. A little whine, asking for help.

Michelle (Rauko): 3,8,7,8,

Michelle (Rauko): ((uff))

Stephen Culligan: *He blinks, and sniffs around. Smelling all sorts of new scents. None of which are food. Food is MOST important now.*

Desiree Vespucci: *Arches a brow at Michelle.*

Michelle (Rauko): *presses her lips tight and finally mutters* what do I do Rhya?... where I inject.. how... what...*wel lshe has NEVER done so*

Ita McNairee: *and so the pikey paces outside.. every inch of papery white skin tense with worry.. she whines lowly, pacing back and forth*

Desiree Vespucci: Lai> "Do you know how much to administer?"

Michelle (Rauko): *though she stares down and Desiree looks her way*

Laidan: "All of it." She says to Desiree. But she's blind. She sure as hell can't inject it. "I don't... I don't know Michelle."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He hears everything that's going on, and inside, he laughs. Just my luck...surrounded by antidote, and no one knows how to administer it...my karma is the Doctor's bitch at the moment.

Desiree Vespucci: "Intraveinous or intramuscular?" Trying to help them focus on their task.

Michelle (Rauko): *frowns, murmuring, looking at the thing she was given ((won't the kins have gave the injection with what needed? jsut to stick needle and pour?))

Laidan: "I don't know..." She says, strangely patient to Desiree. "I can't SEE."

Michelle (Rauko): *she mutters* Icanrunandask....

Michelle (Rauko): *doing as she just said, sprinting off again*

Michelle (Rauko): 7,2,10,3,2,7,4,7,

Ita McNairee: *she's a jingling jumping mess as they fuck around with the antidote, a frustrated yelp as she watches.. fading into a high growling noise.. before he stops breathing people!!*

Michelle (Rauko): ((if anyone with ST like things wanna know what I am rolling I'll tell...))

Michelle (Rauko): 8,6,3,6,9,1,8,4,

Desiree Vespucci: *Kneels.* "I'm not a medical doctor, but... if you don't know which, intramuscular is probably the safest route. You should make sure there aren't any air bubbles in the hypo."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He tries to shout the answer out, but of course, he can't.

Michelle (Rauko): ((ok)) *andoodly enough she again comes back far to fast* ((Equ to two or three turns.. I think, as she has to ask actually)) and say how it has to be given...* ((Cause player doesn't know))

Ita McNairee -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Ita'd know how to do this would she not, from watching?

Laidan: Once Michelle has the answer, she hands the hypo over to Desiree with a thank you to Michelle.

Michelle (Rauko) -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Rauko is teleporting *whines* but hei.. is faster then running...))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Ita McNairee: ((Probably, if she paid close enough attention. Half should do it, AFAIK. Intravenously, I think.))

Desiree Vespucci: *Blinks as the hypo is given to her.* "I'm not a physician."

Laidan: "But you can -see-."

Ita McNairee: Half! Jes moore an half!

Ita McNairee: *the pikey is panicking, showing an amount between fingers..what was she invisible?*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((The correct answer that Michelle is given, I believe, is half a dose, intravenously. That's how I've always seen it work.))

Michelle (Rauko): ((Well.. that sucks *G* cause intravenous is harder to inject then just intramusc *G* but if Rauko asked directions... she might do it right!?))))

Michelle (Rauko): ((oi... nooooooooooooooooooooooo no but if it is intravenous!))

Desiree Vespucci: ((dlp then, I'll roll to hit a vein. *c*))

Laidan: ((Just say she got it in. Please. Lest NOT kill Dream))

Michelle (Rauko): ((oi *blesses the Jeremey char and prays Gaia helps him =P ))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((The intravenous thing is more conjecture, honestly, based on what I've seen. It's never been that specific, even with people that were doing it for the first time. So... *Shrug*))

Desiree Vespucci: (doesn't have med, but has science, think dex + science is okay?)

Ita McNairee: *people are giving her a pretty clear area on the sidewalk as the little scott paces at a damn fast rate, blood still supercharging her scrawny muscled frame*

Michelle (Rauko): ((I say just roll for it and wlel Rauko asked. so we should get it the right way =P))

Desiree Vespucci: ((How about we say iv it works immediately, if she misses it takes longer to work, and maybe we have to give him some cpr to tide him over?))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Sure, Des))

Stephen Culligan: ((Freakin'... just DO it. Just say it gets done. Don't think anyone rolled before for it.))

Desiree Vespucci: 8,4,2,1,7,7,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He gasps in air as the antidote takes effect, rolling onto his side for a second, coughing.

Desiree Vespucci: ((*L* Okay! Okay!)) She pulls up his sleeve, traces the blue lines of a vein and slowly pushes the needle in with a steady hand, depressing the plunger half way.

Laidan: She nuzzles Dream briefly, then moves over to heal Stephen.

Michelle (Rauko): *and so she fidgtes more, watching, nerviously, quiet now*

Desiree Vespucci: *Looks relieved when whatever it is works.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ita..." He says it through coughs, and struggles to a sitting position. He's blind again, thanks to those uber-dialated eyes. "Where is she?" He's got the tupperware in his hand, reaching out toward where he believes the edge of the park is.

Stephen Culligan: *But he DOES look away, a slight huff. Both from the waking up man and the mule.*

Laidan: "Ita is fine. I'll go to her in a moment." Pressing hands to Stephen.

Laidan: 6,8,9,2,3,6,

Michelle (Rauko): *she blinks and VERY unsure, reaches for JEremy hand, mumuring*who?

Laidan: Stephen is healed. Go metis.

Desiree Vespucci: *Rises slowly to her feet and backs away a few steps, watching.*

Ita McNairee: Loves! *he's sitting and moving!.. she stays just outside, pacing finished*

Michelle (Rauko): *and those odd eyes look to Ita, widening actually as she -finaly- sees who is*

Desiree Vespucci: *A certain fascination in her eyes as she watches people get magickally healed.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Heedless of Laidan's words, he fumbles his way to his feet and take Michelle's hand, stumbling toward the edge of the park, cradling the container.

Stephen Culligan: *He does not thank her. It is her job to serve, as a mule. But he does look back, lying there on the ground.*

Michelle (Rauko): *her hand actually tenses, as she wishpers so very lowly, seeing he WANTS to go to the leech* Rhya....

Laidan: She leans against Dream, supporting him. Whispering.

Michelle (Rauko): ((that was Rauko idea. suport the now blind Dream =P))

Ita McNairee: *she toes the grass with a bare foot.. giving a whine.. fucking park.. she was in it once before.. maybe..if she ran quick. .. a whimper* Dream.. Dream are ye aulrecht?

Laidan -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ita is fine Dream. You have to stop. You have to stop now. I don't care what you do, but you need to stop now or you risk her being hurt as well as yourself. Whatever you need to give to her, give to me."

Stephen Culligan: 4,4,2,2,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: His voice is quiet as he pauses, looking toward Michelle's voice, recognizing her intent. "Rauko, not now. That woman has helped me more then you can understand." He stops and listens to Laidan.

Stephen Culligan: *No scents, not right now. He whuffs, and lies his head on the ground.*

Desiree Vespucci: *Turns around so her actions aren't visible and does something.*

Stephen Culligan: (Oi! You don't do that sort of thing in public!))

Michelle (Rauko): *she just stares down at that, shrinking her shoulders, going quite, but she is -still- tense, though stays there... so Jeremy can use her as suport,... even if is looking like she wants to bolt agian, stays there*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He purses his lips, but nods at Laidan's words, handing her the tupperware. He looks toward Ita's voice. "I'm okay, Ita. Stay there...Laidan's bringing your pictures. I'll just trip and fall." He smiles a little.

Desiree Vespucci: ((Shhhh! No one saw!))

Laidan: She gently pushes Dream back down, and whirls, striding with a freaky accuracy towards Ita.

Desiree Vespucci: *Glances back once at the others and then casually strolls away.*

Ita McNairee: Ets nae tha pectures ah'm concerned aboot ye daft fooken hippie.. *but she stays where she is, looking hopefully to Laidan*

Stephen Culligan: *He blinks. and barks at her.* ~ws~ Wait!

Laidan: 5,7,2,4,1,5,2,

Laidan: She doesn't hear Desiree, as ehs moves towards Ita, murmuring.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He reaches out and puts a comforting hand on Michelle's back, emotionally supportive as best a highly traumatized, just un-paralyzed man can be as he listens in the direction Laidan is heading.

Desiree Vespucci: *Glances over her shoulder when the wolf barks.*

Michelle (Rauko): *quiet still, staring down, but staying right where she can lend suport to Jeremy*

Stephen Culligan: *At least that clarifies some things... He squints to see better. No fear. He pushes himself up to all fours, and stretches. Yawns.*

Michelle (Rauko): *though peer slighlty to Jeremy, then back down before she murmrus, VERY unsure*wa.. wantme.. to le, lead youRhya?

Desiree Vespucci: *Slowly turns to face the animal as it approaches her.*

Desiree Vespucci: ((IF it approaches her))

Stephen Culligan: *No, he keeps his distance, simply watching. Eyes calm. He sniffs at the air.*

Stephen Culligan: 2,3,6,1,

Desiree Vespucci: *Continues on her way then.*

Stephen Culligan: *Too many distracting scents. He circles, unsure if they should let the stranger leave. Kin or wolf, possibly. But if not, if something else...*

Ita McNairee: *the pikey gives a wimp and curls her arms around the blind woman* aye.. jes make sure tha lad es aulrecht.. tell em thank ye.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles a little at Michelle, staring blankly at her, and shakes her head. "Not yet. Thank you, Rauko. You're a very good person for helping me." He turns back to the edge of the park.

Stephen Culligan: *He will not let her leave the park. Circling.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((HIS head. My characters are very gender-confused sometimes.))

Laidan: A pause as she's hugged, then a little pet towards Ita's hair. "I will. I have to go."

Michelle (Rauko): *shakes her head, very lowly, before remembering, but doens't dare to say more, right now, looking back down*

Michelle (Rauko): ((I notided *giggles*))

Stephen Culligan: ((Unless she has PB, or something he can recognize as such, letting her leave is almost rending the Veil.))

Desiree Vespucci: *She's heading towards the next gate down, avoiding the confusion where cops and such are no doubt gathering over the burning vehicle that was left in the pile up by the wall.*

Ita McNairee: aye.. *she bites her lips savagely, she takes the tupperware, looking to dream, then pressing it back into laidan's hands* G'Necht! *she takes off, heading towards an alley*

Stephen Culligan: *She will find the wolf running to get in the way of the exit. Blocking her pathways.*

Michelle (Rauko): ((=( I need to get going... like in ten mins))

Desiree Vespucci: ((No, nothing like that.)) *Just a young, if plain woman, obviously from the upper echelons of society. She lent a hand during an emergency situation, and now she's leaving.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,4,3,5,7,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks down as he hears Ita say good night and scamper off, and takes a deep breath. "Rauko, can you take me back to my trenchcoat? I need something from it."

Laidan: A nod, and she drifts back to Dream. Helping support him as she murmurs.

Desiree Vespucci: *Or thought she was, anyway. Moving to walk around the animal.*

Stephen Culligan: ((No PB and no Rage means no leaving.)) *But the wolf seems adamant in standing there, between her exits.*

Michelle (Rauko): *blinks, but nods with a low* yesRhya *looking around for it, before moving slowly over, slowly to let Jeremy step rightly*

Laidan -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ita is going to hide, she says not to worry. I'm going see her tomorrow in battery. Don't worry."

Stephen Culligan: *It seems passive, rather, simply blocking her exit. Unbtil she tries to walk around. snapping to make her walk back into the park.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods slightly at Laidan's voice, looking her way out of habit. "Thank you." He lets himself be led to his trenchcoat and reaches down, pikcing it up and pulling it off from around the shotgun. The gun is set back on the ground, gently.

Desiree Vespucci: *Flinching back when it snaps at her.* "Shoo!"

Michelle (Rauko): *she just fall more silent as Laidan joins, quiet, looking down*

Mystery Man: He arrives at the gate after having driven the pick up off with Mercury to a warehouse in the Garment District.

Mystery Man: 6,6,6,7,

Mystery Man: 1,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He puts the trenchcoat back on...though a reminder of his recent, nasty ways, he seems to be attached to the damn thing. He reaches into the pockets, pulling out a battered pack of cigarettes and a lighter. The pack opens, and he fumbles a bandly bent smoke out, putting it in his mouth and handing Michelle the lighter. "Can you light my cigarette for me? I don't want to burn myself."

Mystery Man: 8,7,7,8,4,8,5,

Desiree Vespucci: *Studies the animal a moment, then opens her purse and removes a power bar, unwrapping it.*

Laidan: Laidan remains close to Dream, sniffing for threats.

Michelle (Rauko): *she blinks, nods, silently taking it from his hands... and lighting it, moving his hand off so he won't get burn as said and lighting it, quietly*

Laidan: 4,4,2,9,9,3,5,

Stephen Culligan: *He does not move, remains between her and the gate. No threats. Not actually BITING her.*

Mystery Man: He doesn't get much past the gate when a howl goes out. Those who speak Garou or understand the barking chain hear that something wyrm tainted is in the park.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: His head snaps toward the howling, cigarette lit. "Oh, Jesus Fuck." He reaches down, for the shotgun. It'll make a good club, at least.

Mystery Man: ((or, I should have checked...are you all now in today?))

Laidan: "Michelle, stay with Dream." She slides into lupus, quickly, darting towards where the Wyrmy thing is.

Laidan: ((Noo.... we're still last night....))

Michelle (Rauko): *she blinks and perks as he does so, peering from him to Laidan, jsut knowing there is a howl, before daring a softy*what..now?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((No, still in last night.))

Stephen Culligan: ((Yes, but I will be dying pretty soon. I'm about to collapse.))

Desiree Vespucci: *Breaks off a piece of the health bar and tosses it to the wolf.*

Michelle (Rauko): yes Rhya* to Laidan*

Michelle (Rauko): ((me has to go soon too))

Desiree Vespucci: "What the..." Glancing around with a frown.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He holds the shotgun in one hand, frowning as Laidan runs off. He takes a drag from the cigarette and captures it between two fingers, listening intently.

Michelle (Rauko): *fidgers slighlty, but remind sin place, odds eyes scanning around*

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: When he sees the homeless types and growling dogs converge on him, he sighs, lifting his hands over his head. "I'm just here to get my shotgun back from Dream. I'll wait outside."

Laidan: ((So... howl, or no howl?))

Laidan: She skitters to a halt at the words. Slowly moving back towards Dream to get the gun. For now.

Laidan -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Lai left him the tupperware by the way))

Desiree Vespucci: *Starts walking back towards where she left the others.*

Stephen Culligan: *Strangely enough, his concentration is not on the food. His ears swivel forward, still standing there, listening to the howl.*

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He turns and heads out of the park, gloved hands still raised.

Laidan: She picks up the gun in her mouth. As she's in lupus. Carefully moving to bring it where it should go. Unless her Elders stop her.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: ((Yes there was a howl that said something wyrmtainted entered the park. THe guardians converged on the offender, who raised his hands and said what I posted.))

Desiree Vespucci: ((This is the first time I've ever seen Stephen ignore food. *L*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 9,8,2,7,4,

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: ((you can roll per+alert to have heard/seen the exchange))

Michelle (Rauko): 4,5,3,5,5,8,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: The tupperware is nestled protectively between his arm and body. It falls to his hand as he lets go of the gun. "Laidan, can you lead me over there to him, please?"

Stephen Culligan: ((Hey, it's a POWER bar. Barely any REAL food in it at all. *Makes a face*))

Laidan: 6,8,6,4,2,10,9,

Laidan: 1,

Michelle (Rauko): ((Damm it I need sleep...=( ))*looking from Jeremy to Laidan slightly lost as if in she should move with him, but reminds for now by his side... lending suport really, quiet*

Desiree Vespucci: 6,3,4,6,

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: A series of barks go out, announcing the offender has left the bawn out the Artist's Gate and doesn't appear to be a threat.

Laidan: Lai makes a funny noise. Since she put the gun in her mouth. She slinks off, hidden, as she changes back into homid and holds the gun. "No... no, I really -can't- Dream." She answers honestly.

Stephen Culligan: *He swivels his body and chomps up the discarded power bar piece. And he pauses. His tongue hanging out of his mouth. So... dry... blood, and rubber, and power bar. Not a good combination on the puppy tongue.*

Stephen Culligan: *He flops down on the ground, and whuffs slightly. Remaining alert. He didn't need those last few moments of sleep anyway.* ((But I REALLY do.))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He flinches a little. Shows how out of sorts he is. "I'll just wander along with you, then. How's that?"

Michelle (Rauko): ((is in the same as the Stephen *G*))

Laidan: "I'll be right back Dream." Softly, starting to move. "I'm just going to give him his gun back."

Michelle (Rauko): *again a peer from one to the other, but is quiet and still*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles Michelle's way. "Thank you, Rauko. Again, you've been a huge help." And he starts to trail along, toward where he assumes the gate to be.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He's tall, has short black hair, golden skin, and is wearing rayban sunglasses over his eyes. Where his nose was broken and gashed open is a makeshift bandage of a handkerchief held in place with a bandanna. He's wearing all black, including black gloves. He stands outside the gate, waiting, hands out to either side of his body to show he's not a threat.

Michelle (Rauko): *Blinking, to Jeremy, before she murmurs* do...doyouneed...forme.. to.. help..youthere?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "If you would, that would be nice. After that, I'll be fine."

Desiree Vespucci: *still approaching, her curiosity peaked*

Michelle (Rauko): *she swallows and moves to help him walk without hitting with things*

Desiree Vespucci: (piqued)

Laidan: She head slowly, calmly, towards where she knows the msytery man is. A soft, low murmur.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He moves along with Rauko, behind Laidan, stopping when she does. Staring ahead, listening for the sound of a voice to look toward.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He whispers back to Laidan.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: ((and if you guys want to try and overhear, roll per+alert))

Michelle (Rauko): *fidgets in place, staring down when she stops*

Michelle (Rauko): 6,5,5,2,5,9,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 5,6,9,7,6,

Desiree Vespucci: 4,1,2,3,

Michelle (Rauko): ((=P coulnd not help it *hideS*))

Desiree Vespucci: (Oh my gawd, Des is deaf!)

Michelle (Rauko): *she though would have stopped at a safe distance, not hiding*

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am] -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Laidan -> Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "Do you want me to heal you?"
Mystery Man [apr 12 early am] -> Laidan: "If it won't get you in trouble with the others." Laidan -> Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "I don't know if it will..." She frowns.

Desiree Vespucci: (Can't even hear her own thoughts.)

Michelle (Rauko): ((ok, this time is real ten more mins and I fade =P))

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "I'm just here for my gun," he says, keeping his hands visible.

Laidan: A hand reaches out towards the Mystery Man, as if seeking to find out who he is through touch.

Laidan: ((dlp))

Laidan: Laidan shifts the gun carellly, and holds it out to the Mystery Man with both hands to hold it level.

Desiree Vespucci: *Hears a truck go by and pokes a finger in her ear.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Wow, you really CAN hear better when you can't see. *G*)) He takes a further step forward from where Rauko is, holding the tupperware in one hand and the cigarette in the other, looking toward the male voice.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He slowly reaches out and takes the gun by the barrel from Lai, lowering it to the ground beside his foot, movements slow and exaggerated so as not to spook the guardians

Michelle (Rauko): *she shrings her shoulders, but keeps near*

Michelle (Rauko): *peering slighlty at the man, then to Laidan, t hen down*

Laidan: Hesitantly, a hand reaches out towards the Man, as if trying to figure out who is standing before her through touch.

Desiree Vespucci: *Watches a blind girl give a shotgun to a purported wyrm-man, and shakes her head. This is too weird.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Thank you for saving me from my own stupidity." He speaks toward the man, a slight tremble in his voice, as if he was afraid of the man, despite what he says. "Again."

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He grunts audibly at the touch from Lai, wavering slightly on his feet, as if off balance from setting the gun down. "Thank you," he says, voice strained, teeth gritted.

Michelle (Rauko): *then sudnely she mutters* Ineedtogo

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: 7,8,3,10,9,5,8,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Go, Rauko. Thank you again." It's said without moving his head.

Laidan: She simply lowers her head and steps back towards where Dream is.

Michelle (Rauko): *she nods faintly, peering to Jeremy then to Laidan, and a second at the man, before murmuring*goodnight...*hesitating and jsut starting to head off*

Michelle (Rauko): ((^*giggles* and now I can't remember who knows the Michelle by Michelle and who by Rauko ;) ))

Michelle (Rauko): ((but unless noghit =) night and thanks for the rp!))

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He stands up slowly, and what little one can see of his skin has paled considerably. He opens his mouth as if to reply to Dream, but nothing comes out for a stretch. Instead he watches Rauko move past him and walk away, the dark glasses reflecting the lights on the street.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He simply waits there, not even sure if the man is still there. He's a sneaky man...he could have easily left, and Dream wouldn't have known the difference.

Michelle (Rauko): *she'll just peer so very slighlty with those odd eyes of hers, and move past then off, walking a bit quikcling but stayin out of people's reach* ((hugs about!))

Michelle (Rauko): (^Snugs about and fades =) ))

Laidan: A tilt of her head, straining to hear whats going on.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "You're young, Dream. You'll learn. You were very clever. If there were a secure place to talk, I'd have ask you how you found me."

Desiree Vespucci: *And, as her presence does not seem necessary she heads back the other way again, and eventually leaves the park after the wolf (Stephen) is assured of her identity.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: That brings surprise to his face...he TOTALLY wasn't expecting that. He blinks a couple times, his lips curling up slightly, as if the other man's praise is important to him. He nods. "...maybe some other time, then."

Laidan: She stays close to Dream. Protective.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He seems to be watching Desiree walk off. "I should go. Before they...decide they want to keep me here."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods his head upward, toward the man. "Go. I don't want to actually end up responsible for your capture this time." He smiles a little, and though there's still a good, strong measure of hesitance toward the man, his stance has gained just a little confidence.

Laidan: "Be well." A murmur to the man. She seems to know exactly who he is.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "Well, another time then. Thank you, Laidan. Take care of him. I trust Ita is well?"

Laidan: "I will." She nods. "And she is."

Alekzander Costas: *A young man in his early twenties, with long dark brown hair and piercing, intelligent green eyes. Greek blood is strong in him, and gives him an exotic, handsome look that appeals to the eye. His build is lanky, and he stands approx. 6' tall. Normally found in typical college student attire, jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirts, pullover fleece stuff, etc. He's friendly and energetic, and enjoys a good time possibly more than the average person*

Alekzander Costas: ((*kicks on color*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He stiffens a little at that. His eyes shut, and he looks down. "Yeah, she's okay."

Alekzander Costas: *moving down the jogging path... green eyes flickering this way and that... never can be too careful at night...*

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: Alekzander, if he is approaching the Artist's gate, sees a tall broadshouldered man with black hair, golden skin, rayban sunglasses, and a bandanna across his faces holding a bandage across his nose. at his left foot is a Mossberg pistol gripped shotgun. His hands are at his sides and there is a cordon of angry looking homeless types watching Jeremy and Laidan talk to the man.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "Alright then." He nods to them both and ~slooowwwwly~ picks up the shotgun, again by the barrel, and asks "Is the wreck still there or has it been impounded?"

Alekzander Costas: *stopping in his tracks.. wary.. hey, that guy has a gun! Wondering who the girl and the guy are who are talking.. wait, when did he get so nosey.. *

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Hell if I know, honestly." He shrugs.

Laidan: "I don't know." She says softly.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He nods and grunts, looking past them to the homeless types regarding them from the gate. "I don't suppose anyone has a gearbag or blanket to spare? So I don't get every policeman on the street stopping me?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He turns to where he assumes the homeless men are...where they usually are, in such instances. "Please, if someone wouldn't mind?"

Laidan: She's quiet now. Hell, she's in just undies and a tank top.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: If no one sounds like their willing to hand something over, he hands the tupperware over to Laidan, takes everything out of his pockets, and slides off his trenchcoat, handing it toward the man's voice.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am] -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Cha+expression?

Laidan: She holds stuff obidiently.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: ((how tall is Jer? Any chance the trench would fit?))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 3,4,5,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((5'11", 145 lbs. Not a chance. He could still conceal the shotgun inside it, and carry it under an arm.))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Or something. It's a thought. :P))

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He takes the trench, and wraps the gun in it. "Thank you." He pulls out some cash and presses it in Jer's hand. "Buy yourself some sunglasses. They'll help you see."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Thanks. I'll be happy if I never see another dart gun again, personally."

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: "Yes, I sympathize." His voice has an odd tone to it, and he shakes Jer's hand then taps a farewell touch to Laidand and turns to head off across the street to the subway.

Laidan: "Bye." She says quietly, head tilting faintly.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He listens to the man's footsteps as he walks away, pocketing the cash and fumbling out another cigarette, lighting it himself this time, carefully, eyes shut. His hand seeks out Laidan's.

Laidan: She's holding the things he handed to her. But she squeezes his hand a little. "Dream?"

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: He heads down into the subway entrance and disappears, darting out the exit on the other corner and hailing a cab.

Mystery Man [apr 12 early am]: and then is ~gone~

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He takes the tupperware container from her, gently, and smiles a little. "Yeah, Laidan?"

Laidan: There's a pause, and she says in a tiny voice. "I lost my pants again."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: For some reason, that draws a chuckle from him. Somehow, either because of the events of today, despite them, or both, there's a little mirth in there that wasn't present before. "It's okay, Laidan. We'll find them."

Laidan: She nods and squeezes his hand back. "Okay. I'm glad you're okay."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Thanks. I'm getting there." He sighs a little. "I'm getting a pretty serious ass-chewing from Andrew later, aren't I?"

Laidan: "I don't know. I don't think an ass chewing. I think a stern talking to. But I don't think he'll be chewing our ass." She nods. "I don't think it taste very good."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles a little, and finishes his cigarette, using her for support as he lifts his foot and stubs the butt out on the bottom of his shoe, then pckets it. "Probably not." He leans in, murmuring to her. "Thank you."

Laidan: She shifts, and then hugs him tightly.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He wraps his arms around her, sighing deeply. For a moment, it seems like the tears might come, but they don't, not tonight.

Laidan: Her's almost do. She was scared. So scared that they were going to have to kill him, or something worse. She nuzzles a little bit, and then reluctantly releases him.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles a little, hand resting on her back lightly. "I'm all sorts of fucked-up, aren't I?" He doesn't seem to mean the situation with the infection, this time.

Laidan: "We all are." She answers, honestly.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Her answer, honest without being condemning, chokes him up a little, and he just nods. "Yeah. Nothing wrong with that, sometimes." He doesn't seem entirely convinced that he falls in that catagory, though.

Laidan: "No, nothing at all." Softly, her voice still honest as she squeezes his hand.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles, faintly, and he returns the squeeze. "I hope not." He looks down, completely lost, emotionally.

Laidan: "There's not." She reaffirms, quietly.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Tell that to the several individuals in the vicinity," he mutters. A shrug of his shoulders. "I don't want her to get hurt. I don't think I can deal if it does happen. I don't want to put her in danger."

Laidan: "Hey Dream? There's danger everyone..."

Laidan: ((everywhere))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Yeah, and why subject her to more? I..." He sighs, looking down and shaking his head, having to take a moment before he can continue.

Laidan: She tugs his hand gently. "She's survived this long, and she'll keep on surviving. Right now, you have to get better too." She hugs him lightly again. "I think... its time for sleep now." Gently.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods, returning the hug. "Yeah. Sleep is good."

Laidan: She nods, gently taking his hand and leading him further into the park.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He heads along with her, stumbling every now and then, both better and much more confused then when he left.

Laidan: ((Fade))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Finite!))