Terry O'Brian: *drops his Arcane as he slips into Haven, heading towards the dorms*

Arlett: *she is sitting on the couch, looking idly around, a book opened by her lap*

Terry O'Brian: *he nods in Arlett's direction as he passes by, silently, to the dorm hallway*

Arlett: *blinks, reacting belatedly* Terry?

Terry O'Brian: "Yes?" *he pauses and turns*

Arlett: *turns, she still seems to need sleep* you're here...

Terry O'Brian: *nods* "I am." *his tone isn't quite right, and there's definitely a strange look in his eyes, but it IS definitely him*

Arlett: *nods, looking his way, like if not knowing what to say, nods again and glances down at her book*

Terry O'Brian: "What are you reading?" *stands in his spot*

Arlett: micro circuit science.... well how to make them...

Terry O'Brian: "Way over my head."

Arlett: its easy...*shrugs a bit*

Terry O'Brian: "Maybe for you. Most people our age can't handle that stuff. You ARE aware of that, right?"

Arlett: hmmmm...really? *blinking, looking down, then to him* you do realise I have never gone to highschool to know what our age kids would know?

Arlett: sides... all you need is pay atention

Terry O'Brian: "I didn't make it to high school either." *shrugs* "But yeah, at best, kids our age are struggling with calculus, or basic physics." *seems to inspect her face when she looks at him* "You honestly don't realize just how absurdly ahead of everyone else your age you are with that stuff, do you?"

Arlett: *blinks, peering again to him* it IS really easy...

Terry O'Brian: *shakes his head* "It's not for me. Never could do math or science at all." *shrugs* "Can't handle numbers and labels and stuff. Too...organized and formal."

Arlett: *smiles a tad* is because everyone thinks there must be a reason for how you do it.. when it just really is.... when you stop trying to get a reason for why four plus four makes eight, you can undestand all the rest ((no kidding I KEEP being asked.. but WHY *rolls eyes*))

Michelle Morgan: The doors slowly open, and in she steps. The rock chick-slash-Deacon looks light years better then when Terry last saw her, though she's still looking a little muted in her usual demeanor. Not much...just a hint of it. She steps in and looks around, looking a bit tired.

Arlett: *she blinks and looks to the door, staring a moment, doumbfounded for what seems eternal seconds, before she hust lets the book drop and rushes to hug tightly to Michelle* you're here!

Terry O'Brian: ((I can explain why *G* Well, if I really have to...)) "That's not it." *shakes his head* "The stuff just doesn't work when I do it. The last memory I have of science class in middle school I accidentally lit myself on fire." *head turns at the sound of the doors opening, he brightens a bit when he sees the improvement in Michelle, and then he bites down on his lip nervously*

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little as she reaches out and wraps her arms around Arlett, hugging her. "Hey, sweetie."

Arlett: ((mhe.... I tried.. several times *bangs head* to no avail)) *maths forgoteen she just hugs tightly to Michelle, then pulls out and starts checking her over* ar eyou fine? did they hurt you? I'm sorry I wasn't there... I wanted to, I got ready.... I relaly did

Cori B.: *plods in, big brown eyes still curious as they look around*

Terry O'Brian: *he hangs back quietly. it's blatantly obvious that he is uncertain what to do. He eventually manages a* "You're better?"

Michelle Morgan: "I'm okay, Arlett." She nods slightly. "Yes, I was hurt, but I'm okay, now. Just pain, nothing more." She leans forward and kisses Arlett's forehead, then leans in to whisper to her.

Michelle Morgan -> Arlett: "I told you I wasn't going anywhere, Arlett. And I meant it." It's said with a definite warmth, an sense of almost maternal love.

Arlett: *blinks, looking up to Michelle, nodding, hugging to her again, burring her face a few seconds, nodding*

Michelle Morgan: She looks up to Terry, holding a hand out. "I'm better. Get over here, you." She looks behind as Cori steps in, and nodding to her.

Cori B.: *gives the woman a wide, relieved grin, hanging back as she hugs on the pair*

Terry O'Brian: *Terry heads over and joins the hugging*

Arlett: *smiles a bit, moving to hug Terry with it too*

Michelle Morgan: Yes, it very much looks like, in a strange sort of way, a mother hugging her kids. "Thank you, guys. Thank you, all of you. You all did incredibly well, and I owe you all my life."

Michelle Morgan: She obviously is including Cori in that, too, from the look over her shoulder she gives.

Arlett: *Shakes her head, murmuring* I coulnd't do anything *nop, she won't forgiver herself for not being able to make it to the mission per se*

Cori B.: *leans against the wall, watching with a soft smile on her plain face*

Cori B.: *nods slowly to the woman, thanking her for her thanks* hey, Michelle? when you got a sec....i made my choice.

Terry O'Brian: "You helped more than you realize..." *definitely aimed at Arlett. Now that he's been pulled into the hug, he's not letting go easily*

Michelle Morgan: "I hear you made a little bit of hardware, Arlett, to make sure Roxy was safe. Don't say you did nothing." It's an exceptionally gentle chiding. "Don't knock yourself down."

Arlett: *looks up to Michelle* but I dind't made it to the mission

Michelle Morgan: "And?" She looks down to Arlett. "You couldn't be there for the big throwdown, no big deal. You helped, as Terry said, in ways you probably don't even realize. Just because you didn't kick Marauder ass doesn't mean that you weren't instrumental in helping the others do so."

Arlett: *frowns a bit, but nods, just nodding, murmyuring* I'm glad you are back... and safe...

Cori B.: *nods to Arlett* she's right. you made it easier. so you might not've been physically preseent, but your spirit and love for Michelle were tehre in spades.

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Cori. "Of course, Cori. Gimme just a few."

Terry O'Brian: *at the "kick Marauder ass" phrase, Terry tenses slightly, but he stays quiet*

Cori B.: *waves a hand cheerfully at Michelle* s'all good. *chuckles....fishes a bag of raisins from her pocket and begins to munch*

Terry O'Brian: *at the "kick Marauder ass" phrase, Terry tenses slightly, but he stays quiet*

Cori B.: *waves a hand cheerfully at Michelle* s'all good. *chuckles....fishes a bag of raisins from her pocket and begins to munch*

Cori B.: *gives Terry a small smile. sympathetic and a bit sad. she understands...but she still feels*

Michelle Morgan: She notes Terry's tensing, and nods. She'll get to that. "Ummm...okay, guys. Love you both, could stay in this hug forever, but...gotta breath at some point."

Terry O'Brian: *he releases and steps back when Michelle requests air*

Arlett: *blinks, smiles and lets go, backing a bit, binally peering to Cori and waving a hi*

Cori B.: *grins cheerfully at Arlett* howza?

Arlett: *Shrugs* fine, ya?

Cori B.: damn good all thigns considered. 8chuckles softly* even though the boys've managed to completely cover m'bed in mud.

Arlett: uh.. boys?

Michelle Morgan: She smiles at them both, then pulls a cigarette. "Forgive me, guys, but I've been in a non-smoker's place for the last few days. My nicotine urge is killing me." She looks around the main room with a smile, lips pressing together. For a moment, she's briefly overcome with emotion. She didn't think she'd see this place again a couple times.

Terry O'Brian: *he heads over to one of the couches and sits down on it*

Arlett: *looks up to michelle* is fine *smiles a bit, then tilts her head and just fast hugs her yet again*

Cori B.: *nods cheerfully* my dogs. got a huge drooly beast named Weissen Fanger and a lil scaredy yeller guy called GoldenHeart. they're my babies. *nods to Michelle with a soft chuckle* you desere it after all ya been through.

Arlett: ah *blinks smiles* dogs are great *nods*

Cori B.: *nods emphatically to Arlett* yeah, they are. i'll intro 'em to ya sometime if ya like.

Arlett: *nods* sure ... I love dogs *peering to Michelle* we need one here...

Cori B.: *shrugs cheerfully* if it's ai'ight with Michelle, i can bring my boys by here. and surely Joey wouldn't mind bringin' Bowser by some. can also help look for a good dog.

Terry O'Brian: *he just sits there, quietly listening to the conversation, not contributing at all*

Michelle Morgan: She takes a deep breath and sighs, nodding. "A dog might be nice. Long as Sebastian doesn't mind."

Cori B.: *one smart enough to stay AWAY from the dragon....*

Arlett: *giggles* I'll talk to Sebastian *nods* bet he'll like the idea too

Cori B.: *giggles under her breath, biting her tongue to keep from making cracks involving Chinese, dogs, and dragons in the same breath. big brown eyes impish*

Michelle Morgan: She lights the cigarette and looks to Cori. "So, suggesting you bring the dogs around...I'm guessing that's an indication your decision is a good one?"

Cori B.: *nods to Michelle* yep. it is. some grating of personalities but that's to be expected. big thing--didn't see anyone falling all over themselves to be an idiot. that's a good thing to miss.

Michelle Morgan: She nods, smiling warmly to Cori. "Awesome. I'll make sure all the expirations are taken out of the system. Glad to have you."

Terry O'Brian: "Welcome to Haven." *he speaks!*

Cori B.: *nods* cool deal, lady-o. *returns the warm smile, cocking her head at Michelle, giving her a thorough once-over. not a flirty one*

Arlett: *she blinks and grins, looking from one to the other*

Cori B.: thank you! *grins widely to Terry*

Arlett: now... we need to make her the newbie prank *nods*

Cori B.: *eyes Arlett, chuckling* uh-oh. should i start running now?

Terry O'Brian: "It won't help. We can find you wherever you hide."

Michelle Morgan: A little smile as she takes a drag off the cigarette, and she moves to take a seat next to Terry. "S'up?"

Cori B.: *grins* but my legs're lots longer. *chuckles* just remember--i return pranks...*winks cheerfully and waits for them to plot or perform a prank*

Arlett: *nods to Terry* what he said.. sides... everyone new to the Chantry has to do it...*nods* you know.. Sebastian apreciates it too...*is starting to grin... naughtily..*

Cori B.: ((*gasps for breath....eyes almsot watering* fyi, folks--Planters brand flamin' cajun crunch snack mix is HOT! but tasty!))

Arlett: ((uh?!))

Cori B.: *giggles* prank me if ya think ya c'n handle the return pranks. *her wide grin giving her thin face an almost foxlike cant*

Arlett: *giggles* but is really necesary, Michelle will tell you you HAVE to... islaw *nods, and atempts seriousness* you have to brush SEbastian teeth...*nods* or you can't get a passing card *nods*

Terry O'Brian: ((*grumbles about his connection*...stable tomorrow! *cheers*)) "Nothing in the last couple of days..."

Cori B.: *rolls eyes* i gotta brush the dragon's teeth, huh? and what does he think about having his choppers polished? *smirks cheerfully...finally picking a seat to drop down into. literally drop--grace and this chick aren't even aquainted*

Terry O'Brian: *to Arlett* "I don't know...that might be too simple."

Arlett: *giggles* he might want to eat you *smiles, moving to sit* don't worry, we'll think on something

Arlett: *looking to Terry* I'm just warming up

Michelle Morgan: She grins at the banter over initiation. "Hey, brushing Sebastian's teeth would be light. I had to try and fight Johnny." A look back over at Terry. "How are you doing?"

Cori B.: *laughs* and so will i. *winks playfully. and then frowns, squirming* what tha.....oh! duh, my cutters! *chuckles, writhing to extract wire pliers from her back pocket. they'll fit in one of the other pockets on the front of her cargo jeans*

Arlett: yea.. but we don't have Johnny now.. I can't put her to fight Sebstian, he'll step on her!

Cori B.: *laughs* no way in Hell am i gonna do battle with a dragon. unless it's an eating contest and even then--i doubt it.

Terry O'Brian: "Been better." *he shrugs a bit* "How about you have to put up with Arlett being pissed off at you for a week?" *glances to Arlett* "Or am I being too rough on her?"

Arlett: *blinks to Terry, snickers* she gotta piss me off first

Michelle Morgan: A little nod, as she smiles softly. "That all that's bothering you?"

Cori B.: *chortles* ya know, ya could always force me ta go do that karaoke stuff. *blinks at the pair cheerfully NOT looking at Michelle* i'm kinda shy; dun much like bein' in front of a buncha folks.

Cori B.: *grins impishly* what does piss ya off, Arlett?

Arlett: *blinks, grinning to Cori* hard to say.. really

Terry O'Brian: *looks up at Michelle confused* "What?"

Terry O'Brian: *to Arlett and Cori* "I can do it...and last time I didn't even have to try." *weak grin*

Cori B.: *chuckles softly* i'm usually pretty easy goin', myself. to piss me off, hurt something i care about. of course, when i get pissed off i do bad, bad things to cause hurt back atcha. *thinks* well, if i'm really ~pissed~ off. if i'm just aggravated, i go eat something and it tends to fade.

Arlett: *looks to Teryr*d on't you even start or I'll feed you to Sebastian

Arlett: *blinks to Cori* well.. that pisses me off too.. but I doub't you'l harm my friends

Cori B.: *a sudden thought occurs. bright blonde head orients on Michelle* say, Michelle--did m'other roomie ever get ta chat with ya? Dami, not Joey, i mean. think he was wanting ta check Haven out too, since Joey and i both speak good things on it.

Michelle Morgan: "Just curious." She reaches out to brush some hair out of Terry's face. "Wanted to make sure you were okay with everything, is all."

Michelle Morgan: "I got a chance to talk very briefly with Damien. Didn't get to talk in depth. I will, soon, though."

Cori B.: *grins to Terry* bet she's feisty when she's riled, too. *nods to Arlett* yer buds doan try and hurt me an mine, i doan try an hurt them. *shrugs cheerily* it's all good, right?

Arlett: *blinks to Cori* doubt it'll happen *smiles a bit and stiffles a yawn, going to pick up her nano technology book*

Terry O'Brian: *shakes his head a bit* "I'm not, but I don't want to talk about it." *as he says it he sounds tired. exhausted really. he turns back to the other conversation* "Oh, I won't Arlett. I've learned my lesson."

Arlett: *and she just nods to Terry*

Michelle Morgan: "All right." She nods a little. "Promise me we'll talk about it when you're ready, okay?"

Cori B.: *nods cheerfully to Michelle* if ya want, i could call an give him directions, maybe? *arches a nearly invisible brow* meet him and alla dat outside?

Terry O'Brian: *he hesitates, but nods to Michelle*

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Cori. "Works for me, hon."

Michelle Morgan -> Michelle Morgan: 8,8,5,7,7,

Cori B.: all right. *wriggles again. this time, figuring out which pocket she hid the phone in. she's got....a lot of random junk in her pockets. faceted stones. odd tools. coils of wire. beads. wax. more food in various tiny bags. a few cloth pouches. oh, that's where her checkbook got to! a pen. and finally..the phone. she hits the right speed dial*

Michelle Morgan: She leans back on the couch, sighing just a little bit. Taking a moment to relax in the comfort of a truly safe place.

Cori B.: *waits for it to pick up as she re-stuffs her pockets casually. she keeps out some more of the food, though*

Arlett: *she moves and skitters to sit next to Michelle*

Cori B.: *grins and speaks into the phone* yo, Spicy! get yer ass outta tha tub if that's what yer doin'. and quit drinkin tha bathwater. *chuckles* didn' ya wanna talk ta Michelle?

Terry O'Brian: *he just stays quiet and sitting down where he is next to Michelle*

Michelle Morgan: She smiles over to Arlett as she sits down. "So how are things going, hon?"

Arlett: *leans down on the couch, and peers up to Michelle... seems like needs to sleep* fine... you are here now.. and Terry to... is all fine

Cori B.: *hand over the phone a sec* i get him ta come over here, it ok if i bring him down or one a you full members gotta do that? *tilts her head at the trio, then speaks into the phone, watching them cheerily*

Michelle Morgan: "You are a full member now, Cori." She smiles a bit. "Go ahead."

Cori B.: then slug it back and get yer ass in gear, sausage dawg. *laughs* she's good, she's at Haven an so'm i. an she said it was cool ta give ya a verbal grope an stuff.

Cori B.: *beams at Michelle and gives her a thumb's up. big brown eyes sparkling*

Arlett: *grins, just listneing now*

Cori B.: *continues her phone convo, as she tries to get up.* ai'ight. tell 'em ta drop ya off at *names an intersection near Haven*. i'll meetcha there an bring ya in. oh, and hey, do me a fave? there's a box of pizza in tha fridge. well, two, but i mean tha one on bottom. could ya bring it?

Michelle Morgan: She nods a little bit to Cori and then leans back, sighing again. "Gods, I need a vacation."

Cori B.: *smiles softly to Michelle, with sympathy*

Arlett: We could go to England...*well she still remembers that trip fondly... ws a good one*

Terry O'Brian: *looks to Michelle* "You've certainly earned one...you should go."

Cori B.: *there's a definate trace of teasing now* tha minced garlic in tha fridge, too? and something ta munch on.....oh! an ain't there still some cake left? *grinning devilishly now, eyes twinkling as she pushes her poor roomie*

Cori B.: *laughs impishly* ooo, promises! see ya soon, ya hunk a spicy man-meat. hangin' up now so i c'n git my scrawny ass over there ta meetcha. *they must have quite a friendly relationship. or he's going to strangle her in her sleep some night....*

Michelle Morgan: "I might just. Just for, like, a week or so." She grins a bit, ruefully. "Maybe it'll even help kill that speculation I'm in rehab..."

Cori B.: *dials another number after she hangs up, chuckling softly* be back inna bit. with food! *laughs and plods out again for a few, apperantly calling a cab*

Arlett: oi!! heard that one *wrinkles her nose*

Arlett: *blinking then to Cori* seeya...

Michelle Morgan: "All right, Cori." She nods to the woman, then looks to Arlett. "Not the worst rumor that's ever been spread about me...still, annoying." She shrugs.

Terry O'Brian: "See ya Cori." *then he looks over...he clearly hasn't heard that rumor* "Huh?"

Arlett: *nods, pouting* musta suck when they go on...

Michelle Morgan: "The gossip sheets are saying I'm checked into a rehab clinic for alcohol addiction." She shrugs. "A better headline then the truth, I guess."

Cori B.: *waves to Terry as she goes*

Terry O'Brian: "Oh." *he nods a bit at the 'better than the truth' bit* "Yeah."

Arlett: I would have caused riot...*nods a tiny bit, yawning again*

Cori B.: *waits on the corner, happily singing a song to herself. the few people around try to avoid hearing her....*

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, well. As they say, there is no such thing as bad puclicity." She shrugs, patting both of their legs. "So, tell me what all's been going on with you guys, individually. We never get the chance to just hang out."

Arlett: *blinks, blinks* uhm.. nothing really... I've trying to get more knowlend on biology and medicine and now nanotechnology.... and worried.. but that is fine now...

Terry O'Brian: "Well...I've been kinda trying to get a Cabal-type-thingy together."

Arlett: oh... that too

Michelle Morgan: "Awesome." It's meant for both of them. "Nanotechnology...wow. Even the WORD is complex. I'm impressed." She smiles to Arlett, then looks to Terry. "Who all do you have so far?"

Terry O'Brian: "Well, Arlett's the only other really confirmed person, but once she and Alice get to know each other a bit better, probably her."

Arlett: *gigles* is not.. is easy *and looks to Terry, then up to Michelle* we are on the process still

Michelle Morgan: "Alice...the girl with the bike?"

Terry O'Brian: *nods* "Yeah, that'd be her."

Arlett: uh...*looks to Terry* she's got one?

Damien Thiereaoux: *showing up in the cab(who gets paid decently for having shown up and getting him there quickly), he languidly stretches his legs out , pizza box in hand, a small plastic bag on top of it....wearing bloodred leather pants, red suspenders hanging loosely down, and black buttondown shirt completely undone, black hair with crimson streaks still damp and 'neatly rumpled' looking....hes got leather gloves on his hands and dark shades covering his eyes*

Michelle Morgan: "Well, good. She seems like a nice girl."

Cori B.: *laughs as Dami exits the cab, taking the bag from him and planting a smooch on his cheek* ya know i was teasin'! *grins as she flops a long arm over her shoulder* it's thissa way.

Terry O'Brian: *he nods* "Oh...and we ran into this new guy...said he was Euthanatos, and he asked me if I could let the people who're in charge of things know about him and how to reach him..."

Damien Thiereaoux: tsch.....darlin.....y'ask...y'get....don' be lookin the gift horse in the mouth alrigh'?*swatting her behind playfully as he snorts* sides.....figger I bring extra...an chocolate t'boot...next time m'mere(she knows he calls his mom that) calls me y'all wont scandalize an scare her half t'death lettin her think her baby boy Damien Christophe Remy Lemieux Thiereaoux is a lil ol' errand an delivry boy...*chuckling and winking to cori*

Arlett: *blinks to Terry* ah! Dougal

Michelle Morgan: "All right..." She makes a mental note...Dougal.

Terry O'Brian: "Umm, I have his phone number too." *he takes out his cellphone*

Cori B.: *giggles, leading him to the door* hey, at least tha last time she called, i hadda go walk ya tha phone. otherwise, she mighta thought her baby boy wasn't gonna wear white t'his wedding or soemthing....*oh yeah. that wicked gleam in her eye* mmm, chocolate! *laughs and gets them both inside, after a quick, casual glance around*

Michelle Morgan: She gets the phone number. "I'll contact him as soon as I can."

Arlett: *and leans on the couch, listening to them, now*

Terry O'Brian: *he nods, and then stifles a yawn* "I think I need to get some sleep......"

Damien Thiereaoux: darlin she knows full well I ain' the type t'wear white t'my weddin, shed prolly have a heart attack even ponderin me settlin down long 'nuff f'that.......and before you even THINK it dooont you dare do what y'all were mentionin an thinkin fore.....lil minx.....*looks over his shades as they walk in at her with those amazingly brilliant feline emerald green eyes(as in the color is like a cats, the pupiles and whites are normal*G*)*

Cori B.: *is still laughing at her roomie when they get to where everyone else is* i still think it'd be funny to give her the idea we're sweet on each other. hey guys, all hail the Bringer of Cold Pizza. Dami, ya know everyone here?

Arlett: *blinks to Terry, nods* night Terry

Damien Thiereaoux: nope.....jes mamselle michelle...s'all darlin....*nodding to them all with a southern charm smile* evenin.....*looking for somewhere to set down the pizza since cori had the bag*

Cori B.: sweet dreams, dude. *grins cheerily to Terry* wanna take a piece of 'za for later? 's good for breakfast. *she should know--she's had it every morning for a week now....*

Arlett: *and blinks, looking over to the two arriving, waves a hi, looking to Damien, huh.. never seen* hi...((need Arlet's desc?))

Cori B.: Terry over there, and Arlett's tha chickie. *grins impishly* who's scary when she's pissed. *winks to the girl and peeks to see what goodies Dami grabbed* this's my roomie Damien.

Arlett: *blinks, giggleS* hi Damien

Michelle Morgan: "All right, Terry." She leans over and hugs him. "Go sleep...you look exhausted." She looks up at Cori and Damien, smiling a little. "Hey, guys."

Terry O'Brian: *he gives a goodbye wave to everyone and heads down the dorm hallway, disappearing into his room* ((g'night, when you all next hear from me, I should have a stable connection! *cheers*))

Arlett: ((seeya!! jano))

Cori B.: *grins to Michelle warmly and tosses her a couple of pieces of chocolate*

Michelle Morgan: ((Night, Jano!))

Cori B.: ((yay! *huggles happily*))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He alights from Alice's bike and leads her to a deserted mouldy old kitchen down an alley. Filthy, grimy, used by junkies as a doss house from time to time. Once she's inside he pulls out a maglite, closes the door, flicks on the flash and leads her to a secret door behind some shelves, gesturing her into the near-dark beyond once it opens.

Arlett: ((nooooo *hides*!hugzes Troo*))

Damien Thiereaoux: (sure sure arlett*G*) *smiling even more to arlett when she says hi* bonjour petit.......*winking to her, then to michelle, the smile warming* an evenin t'you belle......how y'all doin?*snagging a piece of chocolate for himself*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((hur hur))

Alice Newcomb: Eww.. picks her way through the trash and what not, staying close to Ice Man.

Michelle Morgan: "I'm feeling much better then I did, say, a week ago." A bit of a smile to Damien.

Arlett: *titls her head, grins, then sighs EVERYONE calls her little, sighs* nice to meet ya... ((hugs Troo more))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He switches off the flash and pockets it once they're in the wide tunnel, leading her onward and downward as it proceeds to twist and turn and descend for a mile or so, the lights gentle and just enough to see by, cascading along with them. Must be motion sensors in there somewhere.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina -> Michelle Morgan: Bing bing, alarm, alarm *G*

Alice Newcomb: Wonders if her bike will still be there when they come back.

Arlett: ((I knows I said once to someone Arlett was trying to keep eye on Michelle security things and keep it update... but.... dunno what was there..))

Alice Newcomb: She could have easily ridden the bike right inside. The narrow hall would be a hell of a ride at high speed.

Michelle Morgan -> Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((I have the brain capacity, after dual Shifter scenes, of a sponge right now. *G* Which alarm would that be?))

Cori B.: *flops down in a chair again, snagging a piece of pizza. and ew--she unwraps a couple of pieces of chocolate to put on top. and a sour gummy worm.*

Damien Thiereaoux: thas good.....*looking pleased to hear michelles doing better, he chuckles to arlett at teh sigh* sorry.....I call skinnybutt o'er there*points to tall skinny cori* petit sometimes.....s'jes turn o' phrase chere....

Ishachus Lucias Sabina -> Michelle Morgan: That would be little more than a faint pinging sound from the server room, and the CCTV by this particular door showing Ish and Alice approaching.

Michelle Morgan: 9,7,5,2,2,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: Eventually they reach a heavy-looking metal door. He takes a card from a pocket and swipes it, then places a hand against a recognition plate.

Alice Newcomb: "Oooh, techie."

Arlett: yea... just everyone treats me like a kid *smiles*

Michelle Morgan: She looks up at a faint pinging sound from the server room, and she moves to the monitor near the door. A blink, as she sees who's coming. "...oh."

Cori B.: *grins at Arlett* he does, too.and it always makes me laugh until it hurts. have some pizza. *it's a large thincrust cheese, with double pepperoni and mushrooms on half*

Arlett: *blink, looking to Michelle* what?

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: As the huge door starts rolling aside, he gestures for Alice to preceed him.

Arlett: *And then to Cori, grins* we need to heat it first!

Damien Thiereaoux: whats up belle?*looking to michelle when she says oh*

Michelle Morgan: She looks up as the door opens, waiting for the two to come in. She takes a step back from the door, a hint of tension and wariness coming to her frame.

Alice Newcomb: Oh yeah, put her on point. Nice. She strides boldly in, looking around. "Don't shoot, we're the good guys. Unless of course you're the bad guys, in which case, so are we."

Arlett: *frowns and stands, going to Michelle side, and staring at the door... then staring more visiblly* you ARE DEAD! *eh.... eh.... reaching for pockets in case*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: His lips... actually twitch slightly. But his face is impassive as he steps in after Alice, waiting there until the door has closed once more. Juuuust on the off-chance.

Cori B.: mmmg? *mutters through a mouthful of candy and pizza, looking toward the door*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He's a big young man with skin pale as snow and eyes that burn like ice. He's by no means handsome, but he is instantly recogniseable. 6ft tall, built like an amateur weightlifter, somewhere in his early twenties; his cold blue eyes shine with a will that may one day be considered indomitable. His face is angular, cheeks severe, chin pointed, his nose straight and lips thin. His eyebrows are snow-white, and white hair flows back from his forehead, perpetually blown by some wind that... just doesn't exist down here, grading down to a bright electric blue at the tips just below his shoulders. He wears a white polo-neck sweater, white leather pants, and a long white leather coat that ends in electric-blue "flames" licking at the hem around his ankles. Around his neck on a black leather thong hangs a silver pendant, an evil-eye with a bright turquoise sat dead centre.

Damien Thiereaoux: *hearing arlett he sits up a bit more where hed sprawled, eyes locked on who comes inside, remembering alice(provided she doesnt have arcane?*G*)*

Michelle Morgan: ((Okay, because Michelle-P has brain capacity problems from being in two highly emotionally intensive scenes simultaneously today, I'm gonna pull ST rank and ask either Cori or Alice to change their font color for purposes of my highly tenuous sanity. *G*))

Alice Newcomb: That's not the warm happy response she was looking for. "You sure we're in the right secret hideout, Ice Man?"

Alice Newcomb: ((better? *s*))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Certain. As you can see, the lesser Traditions use their Chantries primarily as doss-houses."

Michelle Morgan: ((Much)) "Isha." She looks at the man, twitching a little. "How are you?"

Michelle Morgan: ((EYE twitching a little))

Cori B.: ((*huggles Alice* thanks for letting me keep m'color. *G*))

Arlett: *Frowns at the man, lookin gup to Michelle then to him* you are not part of this Chantry....*well he isn't! and he is dead!!*

Cori B.: *snickers at Isha lightly. seems like every Trad thinks the others are lesser. stupid, that.*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Tiresome little girl, I am the emvoy between the Autumn Covenant of the Four Elements and this rat-infested hole, as well you know."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((Eww, envoy even *G*))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He glances to Michelle. "Ishachus or Issac, Michelle."

Alice Newcomb: "What's doss?"

Michelle Morgan: "Do me a favor, Isha. Make sure you don't refer to Haven as a rat-infested hole, or suggest a new envoy to the Deacons." She regards the man warily.

Arlett: *Frowns* first of all you are Dead *frowning at him* or you made a rather ratty fake one *fle!* and second.. fine... but you ain't got permitin from this Chantry Deacon to bring others. and emvoys have manners

Michelle Morgan: ((Mod that last one to Ishachus, then. *S*))

Arlett: ((correct mine too!))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "To sleep as a homeless person may, with no regard for one's surroundings or fellow man."

Damien Thiereaoux: *rolling his eyes and sighing hearing the tude, eyes keeping between him and michelle though, still sitting up*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I am constantly suggesting new envoys to the Deacons, Michelle." He settles those cold blue eyes on her as he slowly begins leeching the temperature out of the air around him after standing still too long. "Alas they seem quite content with me holding the position."

Alice Newcomb: Makes a silent 'oh'.

Michelle Morgan: "Then stop insulting my Chantry and the members herein, or I will demand another one." She gets a little squirrelier as the man gazes at her, looking something akin to a mouse in a cat's gaze.

Arlett: *scowls at the man, fuck him! looking to Michelle, they don't have to stand him!*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He shrugs. "I am glad to see that your soldier-girl followed the information I gave her to locate and rescue you."

Arlett: *folds her arms, and moves closer to Michelle*

Cori B.: *cheerfully* if you hate the job so much, step down. or perhaps Miz Michelle here can request a new envoy herself. *shrugs* cuz yer leaking poison all over my snack, here, and that's not too cool. *eats more of the candy-topped pizza*

Alice Newcomb: Ish> "You always this popular?" She's beginning to see why he wanted her step inside first.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He sighs and mutters something in Latin, flicking his fingers toward Cori.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: 9,6,4,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: 3,9,1,

Michelle Morgan: ((Rolling Awareness))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((WP on last))

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: 8,3,8,

Arlett: *glares at Ishachus*Stop or I'll charge your Chantry with you attacking ours

Michelle Morgan: 9,4,2,4,8,

Arlett: ((mhe... Arlett has got attakein from Isha enough times*G*)) *and she moves, pushing Ishakus bakward sto break his concentration and his spell*

Cori B.: 10,2,7,4,2,10,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: And Cori becomes encased in her own little one-way zone of silence, the sound still able to reach her, but none more issuing from her to the ears of everyone else.

Arlett: 9,7,1,3,

Alice Newcomb: 7,8,1,7,7,5,7,6,

Michelle Morgan: ((Hold up...rolled Awareness for a chance to counter.))

Cori B.: *rolls her eyes and calmly snags the pizza box, tearing off a bit of it. the pen gets dragged out. scribbles something and--face down--holds out the note to Michelle*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((OKay pause))

Damien Thiereaoux: (is waiting oocly to see whats what fore doin anythin)

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((First to offer Michelle countermagic opportunity, second to ask Cori how she intuits what's been done to her before actually trying to make any noise))

Alice Newcomb: Magic, magick everywhere. She's getting a feel for Ish's brand of talent.

Michelle Morgan: ((WP into CM))

Michelle Morgan: 8,8,3,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: ((Ok, resume as before))

Arlett: ((wistles*))

Alice Newcomb: And, if Arlett is still charging for a shove, she steps out of her way, since Ish was standing behind her.

Cori B.: *calmly goes for the box to write Michelle a note. this guy's not so different from her Mentor with his little tricks*

Arlett: ((the shove wuld have come round the second roll me thinks....as in first she would have realised sort off?))

Damien Thiereaoux: *the mumbojumbo talk(latin) and finger thing gets him standing up, brows furrowed as he glares from behind the shades*

Arlett: 2,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: 4,3,10,3,

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: Unsurprisingly Arlett's little push doesn't disrupt him in the slightest.

Michelle Morgan: She glares at Ishachus as he does that. "You are NOT, I repeat NOT, given rights to perform magic upon members of our Chantry as part of you envoy status. Get out."

Arlett: *scowls up at him* you are not welcome! and you don't have the right to attack our Members! you should leave now

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He gazes blankly at Michelle. "Consider it a retaliatory strike. We're not yet even. Not by a long shot, Michelle."

Michelle Morgan: "Ishachus. You have five seconds after the door opens to get your ASS out of here. Or I will remove you. Consider your access to this Chantry revoked." Utter rage is boiling off her, right now.

Arlett: *Frowns at THAT tiny bit, looking a moment to Michelle then to ishachus* you we asked to leave, do so or I'll set the defences on you...

Cori B.: *eyes Isha with a bored expression, mobile face clearly expressing disusted amusement for the baby's tempertantrum*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He flicks his fingers toward Cori, dissipating the effect around her. Then he gazes at Michelle once more. "You took my life from me, Morgan. Yet I saved yours when your own people were too useless to even begin looking for you."

Michelle Morgan: She moves to open the door and waits for Ishachus to leave.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Leave now, Newcomb."

Arlett: leave your entering card

Michelle Morgan: "And you'll never let me forget the fact that you...YOU...shoved your life away. Just because I knew what I had, doesn't mean I took it from you. And you didn't save me worth shit. Get out."

Alice Newcomb: "I'll see you later, Arlett. Kelton says hi." And she slips out the door.

Arlett: *is odd... Arlett is a tad more confused by Michelle and Ishachues actually being the ones nearly going on their selves.. then ishachus being his usual prick, frowning looking form one to the other*

Cori B.: that doesn't give you the right to attack other Mages, dear. *still cheerful* particularly not inside their own Chantries. *resumes eating her pizza*

Arlett: *blinking then to Alice, blinks* uh?! Kelton is here? *half waving to the girl*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He reaches into his coat, casually withdrawing a pair of black Glock-21's with symbols etched along the barrels. Doesn't budge. Continues to gaze at Michelle. "You took it from me, Morgan. And you know that you did. Clearly it was worthless if you were able to take it so easily, but the fact remains that you did what you did."

Michelle Morgan: "Put the guns away, you shit, or I'll make you." She positively HISSES it.

Alice Newcomb: "No, he's not here with us. He told me to tell you next time I saw you," she calls, walking backwards through the tunnel.

Arlett: *Eyes go wide, moving a hand to get a hold from her own gun, while* ((ergs... *sghs* I Should keep track of all things I need to ask.. now I don't know how the alarms of the Chantry get activated =P)) *and uhm... rushes to activate the chantry security sistem*

Alice Newcomb: She can't see the guns, but she hears Michelle. What the hell is Ice Man doing?

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "You do not command me, Morgan," he says calmly. "You are going to listen to what I have to say, and then I am going to leave." He ignores her monkeys, speaking only to the organ grinder. "She has no loyalty. She will leave you as soon as the next ride comes along. If you cannot see that, you do not deserve to be a Deacon." Then he turns and walks away, striding for the door.

Damien Thiereaoux: *arms folded in front of himself, eyeing isha silently...the guns get pulled and he tenses a bit*

Cori B.: *rolls her eyes and rises to go to Michelle* he sounds like he's gone Quiet.

Arlett: *scowls, midway to activating the security on him, IF he leaves... she won't*

Michelle Morgan: "If you ever go near her again, I'll kill you."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I went near her last time to tell her where to find you. By all means, Morgan, I shall avoid helping your worthless hide ever again."

Alice Newcomb: Hurries her steps as Isaac comes after her.

Michelle Morgan: "And you didn't find me, you fucking moron. That's the funny part. My promise stands."

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "Well then I'm glad. Because I was labouring under the belief I'd done something to help your puerile, childish, stupid, worthless behind. Thank you for setting my mind at ease." He steps out through the door, proceeding along the corridor.

Cori B.: *touches the woman's shoulder gently after the baby leaves*

Michelle Morgan: "Retard." She stares after him, waiting for the door to shut. She's twitching, like she's ready to leap after him without a moment's warning.

Alice Newcomb: As soon as she's through the corridor and out on the street, she hops the bike and starts it. Loitering here doesn't seem like such a good idea.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He holsters the guns on hearing the door close, and simply strides at a relaxed pace along the tunnel.

Cori B.: *if Michelle allows, she puts an arm over her shoulders* he's a baby having a temper tantrum, nothing more. i know the type--they think they're the center of the world and when all the other lesser planets refuse to revolve around them, they get cranky. they never do anything wrong, you see.

Arlett: *Frowns, looking to them, she moves to see at the monitors and make sure Ishachus is gone*

Michelle Morgan -> Cori B.: Cori finds that she's shaking slightly. Not noticably, yet...but definitely there.

Arlett: he is a prick *hearing Cori*

Damien Thiereaoux: *shaking his head with a grunt once the door closes, he looks to michelle* chocolate belle....it'll help calm y'all down...*offering some to her after reaching for it*

Michelle Morgan: She doesn't seem to hear Cori, or even register that she's got her arm around Michelle's shoulders. She's staring at the door, eyes staring a hole dead through it, entirely body unbelievably tensed.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He wanders out of the filthy kitchen, closing the door behind, and heads for Alice

Alice Newcomb: The bike is running and she's waiting for him.

Arlett: *onces she makes sure he is out, she moves to hug Michelle* I'll get him out the admiting data base...

Cori B.: *hugs the woman gently* Michelle, you in there? *calmly* don't let prick-boy get to you. *squeezing gently, flashing Arl a quick smile for her assessment*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He mounts the bike and holds on to the pillion rail. "There. That should have done the trick."

Arlett: *nods a bit to Cori, looking up to Michelle*

Alice Newcomb: "What trick is that? Pissing off every other trad in the city?" Kicking the bike into gear and hitting the street.

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He nods. "That's the one."

Cori B.: come on, Miz Michelle. come back, ok? he's gone, he's a pompous ass, and if you want, i'll try and come up with something tasty to add tot he defenses, geared just for him. nice coating of poison or something that'll make just him sick. or better--make him poop his pants or something equally embaressing....

Cori B.: *wonders if she should perhaps Life Michelle, make sure she's not slid back into shock or anything. ponders quietly, hugging the woman even as Arlett does*

Arlett: *Looks to Cori, then up to michelle*

Michelle Morgan: And now, the shaking becomes more visible. She pulls away from Cori suddenly, shaking her head. "N...No. I'm..." She shakes her head, jaw set. "I can't...not now, please." She has an almost panicked look on her face.

Alice Newcomb: Her back straightens and she glances back towards him as she heads for Queens. "You think you're going to get Kelton to fire you," she says at a stop light, so she can be heard.

Cori B.: ok, hun. *smiles softly* have some of Dami's choc. might help get the endorphs runnign smooth again. *doesn't try to hold on to Michelle*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: His lips twitch again, and he glances to Alice. "Morgan certainly won't allow me to return. Michaels will have no choice."

Arlett: Michelle? *blinking, frowning*

Damien Thiereaoux: shhh,....darlin....s'allright....calm it down belle....y'all are alright here.....

Alice Newcomb: "So why'd you bring me?" Accellerates again, weaving between the lanes of traffic and riding the lines.

Cori B.: *steps to the side and quietly pulls out her phone, dialing a number*

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: "I need a witness to my bad behaviour."

Michelle Morgan: "I'm sorry, guys, I just..." She shakes her head, moving with a nervous energy, nearly jogging, to the kitchen. She goes into the cabinets, pulling down a bottle of gin. "I can't. Not right now."

Arlett: *and bites her lips, watching her go off, nods, not going after, but fidgeting visibly, worried.. why is affecting her so much?, frowns*

Alice Newcomb: "Ha!"

Ishachus Lucias Sabina: He inclines his head slightly and falls silent to allow Alice to concentrate on driving.

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly when she pulls down the bottle of gin, nibbling on the chocolate himself*

Cori B.: *speaking very softly into the phone*

Cori B.: *gives her roomie a wry smile*

Damien Thiereaoux: *eyes flick over to cori, raising a brow curiously*

Cori B.: *puts up her phone and moves to murmur to Dami, then to Arlett*

Arlett: *sighs, looking around, then to Michelle, then just around, frowns*

Michelle Morgan: She pours herself a tall glass, and tries to put the cap on, but it fumbles and falls to the floor. She stes the bottle on the counter, almost slamming it down, and drops to the floor, out of view, to try and pick up the cap. She doesn't come back up.

Cori B.: ah, heck. Arlett, you know any meds? *heading toward Michelle*

Arlett: *blinks, looking to Cori* is fine...*looking to the kitchen, biting her lips, unsure if she should go over.... sighs* I think is a good idea.. maybe...

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to cori, he moves over to where michelle was last seen, giving space but calling over to her* y'all need any help belle?

Arlett: *nodding to Cori* I do *moving then over, calling softly* Michelle?

Cori B.: how good are you? *asks the girl, smiling to Dami* one of us needs to do that. *jerks her head toward the door*

Arlett: I ain't doctor.. but I can manage , why?

Arlett: *still moving over to where Michelle is*

Michelle Morgan: Those that move around the counter find her sitting on the floor, hugging her knees close to her chest. The woman is sobbing silently, not noticing anyone approach, completely lost in her own world.

Cori B.: to see who goes up. nah, i'll go--chances are good you're at least as good as me, maybe better. and she heads for the door*

Arlett: *nods to Cori, frowning a bit seeing Michelle, biting her lips, not sure ... she touches Damien and signals him to please wait int he common room*

Damien Thiereaoux: y'all are more the brains, Im jes pretty brawn.......*nodding to cori when she motions to the door, then looking to the two* anythin special bout openin it I should know so I dont get my ass zapped like a microwave dinner or somethin?

Cori B.: *smiles to Dami* i'll get the door, you help Arlett. *and is out of sight. peeks out to see if she's out there already*

Sam: ((Permission from folks for a little time jump?))

Michelle Morgan: ((Sure.))

Arlett: Just don't come along Damien...*wihspered, bites her lips, worried on Michelle... but she already pusehd them off... and she really doubts she'll like any of them see her like that, frownS*

Damien Thiereaoux: *seeing cori go for the door she nods, then gets the signal from arlett, sighs and rolls his eyes and nods, muttering under his breath as he goes* yeah yeah yeah......'dami ain f'yo eyes t'see' 'dami gwan git for a bit'.....*his voice trails into french until hes in the other room*

Arlett: ((ei...))

Cori B.: ((*does the Time Warp again*))

Sam: Yes. The military woman is there. Looks like she got dressed in a hurry. And got down there in a hurry.

Arlett: *Looks to him, the girl looking pretty much lost, then she looks back to Michelle, breathing in, calling again softly, before apraoching or letting her know she has seen her* Michelle?

Cori B.: *lets her i* kitchen. *and being a sometimes semi-wise gawky thing, she gets the hell out of Sams' way*

Michelle Morgan: She remains, throughout the entire period, right there, back pressed against the counters, sobbing. They've become audible by this point, carrying on far, far beyond a normal period of grief.

Sam: She runs a hand through her hair, and nods absently to both Cori and Damien. She heads towards the kitchen, steps careful. Asessing the situation before she does anything.

Arlett: *Well she bites her lips, so very worried she slowly starts going over to michelle, just peering to Sam when she gets in, on the atempt to crouch by Michelle* chelle? *softly*

Cori B.: *locks up and all and follows Sam back. stops by Dami to rest her chin on his shoulder a moment, sighing softly*

Sam: She frowns, very very deeply. Something flickers behind her eyes and then fades. Her steps slow, and she moves towards Michelle.

Damien Thiereaoux: *finding somewhere to flop, brows furrowed, he kicks back and puts hands behind his head, letting the others do whatever theyre doing in there,shades getting slid back over his eyes*

Michelle Morgan: She doesn't seem to hear Arlett.

Arlett: *bites her lips, touching so very softly Michelle's hand, in an atempt to suport her*

Sam: "Michelle." She murmurs, a hand very carefully reaching out to touch Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: And the touches from both Sam and Arlett, pretty much simultaneously, she jumps, giving a yelp of fear and scooting away, well before she even registers who's touched her. Spooked doesn't even BEGIN to describe it.

Damien Thiereaoux: *muttering back to cori, he doesnt move one bit except for breathing and talking*

Cori B.: *flops down beside Dami, blinking at him with a soft sigh. keeps her voice very much down* i dunno zactly what happened while she was caught. an i dunno what history she and Icky-cuss got between 'em. *leans back, big eyes blinking slowly* all things considered--it has been one hell of a loooooong day....

Cori B.: *puts an arm over Dami's shoulders and murmurs to him*

Arlett: *blinks, retiring her hand right away, biting her lips rather hard* It's us?.... you know us....

Sam: She doesn't move, she doesn't jerk, but hands some up immediately, non-threatening. Worry in her eyes. "It's okay Michelle... it's okay... it's just me. It's Samantha. Just Sam. It's okay..."

Cori B.: ((it's after 4am here. *wry grin* i...need sleep.))

Arlett: *Is not going over again... just in case, tries first* Michelle ?*just not to make it worst*

Arlett: *and blinks, seeing Sam getting it... bites her lips somewaht*

Cori B.: *and somehow manages to doze off......pointed chin planted in her breastbone*

Sam: Cradling Michelle, she flicks eyes up to Arlett, mouthing something.

Michelle Morgan: She wraps her arms around Sam, clutching her tightly, VERY much clingy as she breaks down into unabashed keening. Half-babbled, half-incoherant apologies are mumbled to Sam.

Cori B.: ((night guys. *hugs all around*))

Michelle Morgan: ((*Hugs on Harper* Night!))

Sam: Her attention goes straight back to Michelle and she hold her tightly, stroking her hair and whispering and murmuring back to the woman. Its okay, she did nothing wrong, she's safe. Its okay, she's there.

Arlett: *blinks at Sam, tilting her head, nods once*

Damien Thiereaoux: (*hugs* ni ni hun)

Arlett: *Frowns, looking to them.... she'll have to ask what is going on when they are BOTH calmer, sighs* I'll go take unauthorice him *standing and going out the kitchen*

Sam: A short nod to Arlett, in gratitude.

Arlett: ((and I should sleep too.. sorry Damie you got left off *hugz*))

Arlett: *glances to Damien, nods to him and goes lock on the room to deal with the authoricing and stuff.. dealing with it*

Michelle Morgan: After a few minutes, the sobs calm down, her body stops being wracked with them, and she just sits there, resting in Sam's arms, gasping lightly for air.

Arlett: ((and night guys))

Michelle Morgan: ((Night, Arlett! *Hugs*))

Damien Thiereaoux: (*nods*) *eventually he shifts about, one way, then the other, then just gets up, heading over to cori to scoop her up in his arms and getting arlett before shes gone to let them out*

Sam: ((Niiiight)) She continues to cradle the woman, stroking her back and hair, propping her up so she can breath better.

Michelle Morgan: She calms down a little once she has air in her lungs. She shifts a little in Sam's arms and winces, then shifts some more. A hand goes to the floor and she picks up the bottle can from from where it had just started digging into her thigh, glaring at the thing for an instant as if it was the devil itself.

Sam: Fingers gently take it from hers and set it aside, before a hand raises and gently rests on Michelle's cheek.

Michelle Morgan: She looks around, just now realizing that they weren't alone, but are now. "Arlett...Cori..."

Sam: "Arlett went to take off Issac from the list. Cori, last I checked, was out in the common room with Damien." She keeps arms around Michelle, her tone pitched low, as soothing as she can make it.

Michelle Morgan: Her face flushes, and she lets out another, shuddering breath, wiping at her eyes. "Fuck."

Sam: She gently squeezes her, pulling her closer. "It's okay. You're okay."

Michelle Morgan: She shakes her head a little, sniffing as she wipes her nose, looking generally like shit. Good thing the woman didn't wear any real make-up, or she'd be even more of a mess. "That was...shit. There's some fucking composure for you, huh?"

Sam: She strokes Michelle's face gently, slowly. "It's okay Michelle. It really is. Don't worry about it now."

Michelle Morgan: Her eyes shut, and she leans into Sam, letting the other be her support. "I don't...deal with...that well. The whole..." She waves her hand weakly. "You know."

: "Yes," she says softly, soothingly, tucking Michelle's head under her chin, "I know." Arms wraped around her, supporting her and curling around her protectivly.

Michelle Morgan: "It's hypocritical, I know. Feel it, let it go. Feel it, let it go." She stares off into nothingness. "And here, I can't do it."

Sam: "Michelle... look at me."

Michelle Morgan: "I just..." She looks reluctantly up toward Samantha, eyes timid, trying to float away from the other's gaze. She forces it to stay there, though.

Sam: Fingers gently cup her face, eyes meeting her's. "It is not hypocritical. You will let go- it's just that some things take a longer time to let go of. It doesn't make it wrong, or bad, or hypocritical. It just means it's hard. And you'll get through it, and I'll be here for you. All the way."

Michelle Morgan: Her eyes waver under the other's gaze, and she looks down, nodding a little bit. "...thank you." She closes her eyes, a shiver running down her spine. "I'm...thank you."

Sam: A hand slowly runs over her cheek and she pulls the woman back to her. "I love you Michelle."

Michelle Morgan: "I love you, too." She hugs Samantha closely to her, not as tightly this time, but no less dedicated into the hug.

Sam: ((ftb))

Michelle Morgan: ((FTB))