ROLL: Arthur rolls spirit for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 5 4 3 1 -- d6)
ROLL: James rolls spirit for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 1 1 5 4 -- d6)
ROLL: Esme rolls spirit for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 5 3 6 6 -- d6)
ROLL: Cash rolls spirit-1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 2 5 6 -- d6)
ROLL: Silver rolls spirit-1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 4 6 6 -- d6)
Monday night. The moon is full in the sky once again. The Reed kids talked Mom and Dad innto having a night off and out. The permissive, progressive adults agreed to let Lana and Esme have a sleepover, even, as long as it stays in the house and the police don't get called out by neighbors. They're the kind of parents who would rather the kids party at home than out somewhere else.
The gathering starts simple and normal enough, kids arrive, things are set up, and everyone is anxious but just fine. After 9pm comes, however, those who have drank before feel The Call, a sudden, wordless need to go somewhere. They don't even know where, but they'd know when they got there. It tugs at them. Burns in their veins.
Star is there to keep an eye on Silver and Arthur. She's not happy about it, but she's there.
Arthur has sat pleasantly enough in his corner, playing guitar. He's been trashed during the day, as usual, hollow-eyed and tired; but come nightfall, it's like he was revitalized with a shot of moonlight: bright, energetic, shining. His musicality has never been better, his fingers working almost feverishly over the strings.
But come nine, he abruptly stops playing and stands up. He sets his guitar down, and steps toward the exit.
The Reeds have a two story house, but Esme has insisted that everyone stay in the living area together for safety and wrangling purposes. There's a bathroom in the hallway, you can go there, that's it. She's being a fussy caregiving, worried nag about it as the waiting period commences. But! She's put snacks and drinks out, pulled out beanbags around the couches, blankets and pillows and so on to make the space crowded but loungeable.
Eventually, though, while seated and the clock chimes just a few moments prior to the nine o'clock hour, any doubts Esme had about whether or not anything is going to happen... they go. She's seated on the arm of a chair where Lana is, and suddenly, she slides down to nestle in and share a spot with her sister, murmuring, "... it's happening. Hold my hand." Esme seems to not be going crazy or leaping up, though her teeth are suddenly grit with fight of the desire and need. Naturally, she's tempted, but no. Self-preservation wins this part of the bout. For now.
She repeats for the others, suddenly looking at Silver, then Cash, then some of the others, "... it's happening. The urge."
Cash has done all he could to stay calm today. He tried, really, but he's a bundle of nerves as soon as he arrives at Esme's and he got there early to help 'set up'. Or cover for this sleepover story. Ms. Hellenbrand came over an hour ago, begging for some help moving some furniture or some such. Hector went to help, leaving Cash in the hands of the rest of the group. Ms. Hellenbrand leave a few houses over. He'll be right back, he said. Back before the Call. No amount of assurances helped Cash calm down. He's been sitting on the end of a couch, clinging to his leather jacket when the urge hits. "Fuuuck..." He whimpers. He doesn't move right away but when he does, it's sudden. He's simply on his feet and heading towards the front door.
Mona wasn't kidding about that shopping trip. When her retro jag screeches to a stop a handful of houses down the row along the street, she's carrying two garment bags slung over a shoulder, and a rolling suitcase full of chain and padlocks bumps along behind her. The clove is in her teeth, pinned. Hair swept back in a twist, simple makeup, and full leather from her halter and biker jacket to her pants to the extra goth shit-kicker boots she's probably picked up for just this occasion. Maybe she's trying to infiltrate the enemy, because the look is pure 'Russian spy that just might be a vampire, too', in its way.
She's one riding crop and bad Eastern Bloc accent short of a plausible new career path to anyone who doesn't actually know Mona.
"C'mon, guys. We should get the rest of this crap inside. Jade, you got the party favors?" A single brow arches.
Silver has made sure to drag James with them. Whether he likes it or not, the later being a higher likelihood in her opinion. "Come on, J, it'll be nice. We can watch movies and if you want get high?" She has no plan to do such a thing. "Jade said he was bringing ketamine for those who want it. I'll be passing. I need to be lucid and able to think," She says firmly in the car ride over. There was, in fact, no qualms from her about Star watching her. Maybe even a tight sister hug of relief at some point previously.
Once at the place she brings in not only sleeping bag and pillow, but a cupcake tupper full of said delicious and another full of chocolate chip cookies. However she is ansy and finds herself pacing even before the 9 o'clock hour. Occasionally stopping to try and read, play a bit on her Violin. A music-off with the other musical kids might have happened.
The clock chimes and her smile drops away as does the violin. Silver takes a deep breath and lets it out, turning to quickly set her instrument in it's case. The lid slams shut with a loud *thud* and then Silver is looking up and around the room. "It's happening," She says not-quite in time with Esme. Her eyes go to Cash and James worriedly. Then Cash bolts and she does too, but is reaching to grab his arm, "No ya don't!"
James' appearance at the Reed household, delivered courtesy of Silver, comes with just about every protest short of kicking and screaming. He'd had other plans, he'd insisted; he was supposed to meet with Thea. And on and on the complaints had gone the whole ride over, until he'd arrived looking petulant and grouchy, toting his latest read in Wuthering Heights, and planted his skinny ass in the corner across from Arthur. Not even Lana could quite break his irritable mood, though he did show signs of the hard exterior cracking. It didn't keep him from moving a beanbag out of the way so that he could sit on the floor and scowl, opting for discomfort if only better to make his displeasure apparent.
He spends the time leading up to the calling grouching and reading, only starting to look up when that magnetic draw starts to tug at him. James scowls and keeps his skinny ass planted where it is, but on catching sight of Cash starting for the door there's a flicker of worry. For all the mean things he has to say about and to Cash, the two used to be friends, and friends don't let friends become vampires. Accordingly, he whips his book at him.
ROLL: James rolls finesse for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 5 1 8 2 -- d8)
Jade comes in with Mona, and he too is rocking that Eastern Bloc look, in black with accents of army green. Black pants, black mesh over a black tank, combat boots, a green jacket tied around his waist by the sleeves, a stylized driver's cap. He's got a military surplus duffel slung over one shoulder, and he says, "You know it, sis." He surveys everyone in the room, and despite the fact he's about as strong as paper mache, he blocks the doorway, planting himself in front of the closed door. "Sorry kiddos. We're partying inside tonight."
Lana got a call from Lucas earlier in the day on how to arm herself, just in case, and keep herself safe, just in case. She's used to planning ahead, and heeds her friend's words. Though she's at home and people are over, her wardrobe tonight is designed to be functional over stylish. She's keeping her Converse All Star's on her feet, wearing a pair of slightly faded black jeans with holes in the knees and an oversized Oatmeal colored thermal top with two buttons at the neck. It has been cut off at the midriff and as big as it is on her, seems to have been made for a man who wears at least a Large or XL. Her often-worn-wild hair is tamed back in a high-worn ponytail. She has unique accessories tonight, thanks to Lucas' words; a sheathed knife attached to her calf (okay, she had to use duct tape to handmade a contraption to attach the knife to her leg, but it is there), and a black leather fanny pack she borrowed from her dad, equipped with hairspray and a couple lighters (one an orange bic, the other a zippo).
"Guys, Lucas said it was important to remember not to go upstairs." Esme slides down into her chair with her and Lana scoots over a touch, wrapping her arms around her sister, taking hold of one of her hands with the one in front. She would have suggested James sit near her as well, keeping those she cares about dearly as close as she can. With his brood-pouting, he sets off by himself and she tries to keep him in her line of sight. Seeing Arthur and Cash both start to head for the exit, she murmurs, "shit. Someone get them. We got uh.. We have rope and duct tape.. what else did you guys bring?"
ROLL: Silver rolls brawn for: : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 6 3 3 6 -- d10)
Turned away from the Marchant home, George considered refusing to leave the property, insisting they either let her in or let her get turned. Buuut knowing the Marchants, even she could realize that was a losing bet. So instead, she's turned up at Esme's, here to watch out for Lennon and a few of the others. Plus she is not about to miss another fucking party. But while she has helped herself to whatever drugs and drink are going around, she's held back at least a little, for her. She might actually need a few braincells tonight.
Looking languid and decadent, George is watching more closely than one might think. And she can feel the shift in the room too, amongst the murmurs and the sudden moves. Rather than grab for anyone in particular, she shifts to block the door -- joining Jade. She's small and weak, but hey, maybe they'll slow someone down long enough for someone else to hogtie them. She takes a swig from a flask and eyes anyone approaching her with a 'just try me' hairy eyeball.
Marianne has been a little on edge thinking that her boy wonder twin cousins could be bloodsuckers, so of course she does the most rational thing and heads to a house where a whole hoard of teenagers with high hormones are fighting off their vampiric urges. Her hair is pulled up but she has on a big sweater, baggy jeans, and her steel-toed work boots again - and notably her backpack full of stakes. As she enters alone, she glances over to Art and then to Cash, who seems a few inches away from getting stomped by Silver. "Trying to leave when I just got here?" Mari asks, eyeballing him. "I have no problem tying up anyone in here, especially you." Beat. "I didn't mean it like that."
Zane is there in particular to keep an eye on his twin, now that he's aware that vampires are trying to turn him and he hasn't just been extra-specially rock-star-moody for the last month or two. And the others, too, of course. So he's been here a while as well, with regular looks toward the door as though expecting people, which-- he probably is. He is not rocking an Eastern Bloc look. He looks very normally Zaneish.
The music stuff's distracted him somewhat while it went on, and then there's the familiar sound of Mona's Jag outside, and he rises to go help bring things in... just as Arthur starts heading for the door as well. "Nope," he says firmly, and moves to try to grab his twin in a bear-hug and keep him in place. "No hanging with vampires, man."
ROLL: Hector rolls Brawn+1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 2 4 3 1 6 -- d8)
Amy Lester doesn't believe in any of this stuff. She's not really heard anything other than one quick mention of 'vampires' from Cash some time ago now, and since then hasn't even been paying attention to the bullshit going around. Vampires? Please. Sure, some folk may have pissed off the Painkillers, and she's done her level best to stay away from that. Even talking Ashley out of going to investigate such dangerous people. But she's ended up here because Ashley wants to make sure someone extra is looking out for her brother, and because her cousin is here too. "Cash, what the fuck are you doing." She demands dryly when that boy is trying to make his exit. She can take him. Everyone knows it. She will keep in him place, physically, if need be. Because apparently if literally everyone else you know believes in vampires, maybe the whole fucking city isn't crazy. Or maybe it is and she's just fucked.
ROLL: Zane rolls Brawn+1 for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 1 7 3 3 2 -- d8)
ROLL: Amy rolls brawn+1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 5 3 2 4 5 -- d6)
ROLL: Cash rolls brawn for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 4 3 7 -- d10)
Hector is right behind Jade. His hair is cut short on the sides and back fadeing up to about an inch long on top. The only jewelry he's wearing is the big class ring wih the black stone on his left index finger. He also has a small bandage circling his left ring finger. His face is scrubbed clean. He is wearing one of Cash's old leather jackets by way of armour, with his triangle pinon the lapel. He is wearing his unripped black jeans and the heavy Doc Martens. He has a big huntin knife sheathed on his belt. He has a bat with a sawblade in it over one sturdy shoulder. "No one goes anywhere." He look at Cash and begs him, "Cashew? Angel Love? Try and resist them? Please? For me? For the beach house with the cats and dogs?"
Cash looks relieved to see Hector and all but vampires are calling. He hesitates and says, "I already tried." He whimpers, shaking his head as a book sails past him. This is enough for Silver and Amy to get a hold of Cash. Sudden touching startles him and he pulls away but they got a firm enough grip to put a halt to him. "You don't understand! It's like someone's set my blood on fire. Just let me go and I...I won't drink. I promise." As if he knows.
Ashley is quickly following Amy to her brother, standing in front of him and leaving the physical stuff to Amy and anyone else who wants to grab him. "Don't you dare, Cash Freeland." Who brought the ropes? Why aren't these people tied up yet? "Where exactly do you want to go?" she asks. "Seriously, can it be any better than being here with Hector and I?" She is dressed for 'action' tonight; jeans, t-shirt, pony-tail, small backpack with bottles of holy water stolen from a church font (God will forgive her) and a crucifix around her neck in full display. "Got him Amy?" she asides.
"Whoa there, guys," says Mona as she spreads the garment bags behind her, like a wet dishrag can bar the door with the power of style alone, permitting entry for now, but a show of force against exit. "Back all the way inside, or we crack out the straightjackets." Apparently, she wasn't kidding. She nudges the rolling suitcase through the door with a few nudges of her knee and the toe of one boot. Only once she's reasonably sure no one is crossing the threshold right now does she make her way in fully. The empathetic smile over to Esme is entirely out of keeping with how she looks at the moment. "Any good place for these? Case is chain, locks. Keys are in there, taped to the lock still. I got a full set of the seconds just in case." Her eyes dart toward Cash, and her features contort in a wince. "Hey, Freeland, don't make me strap up stage crew this early in the night, huh?" It's only then she spies the blonde Bloomquist brothers, and the color drains from her features. "Oh, fuck... Art?" Her eyes flick to Zane as she straightens up, worry all over her face.
Esme is a much bigger hippie than Lana and has no weaponry, just a pair of plaid capri pants and semi-cropped red top, her toenail-decorated (they have flower art on the polish guys!) feet bare while curling in the chair with Lana to bid and burrow into the hold of her twin's arms wrapping around her. She feels more grounded this way, maybe it's the whole sharing-a-womb thing, and her fingers lace through the other Reed's fingers when the hand reaches around for grasp. Also, she may not have shoes on, but she has hair and makeup done because if she's dying, she's going to look like a pretty Esme, damnit.
The brunette teen stuck to the blonde teen is pale, though, now and her eyes are wide as Cash goes for the door. She starts to call out, but others are on him, and she's relieved, because this was the point of gathering, wasn't it? She sees Arthur being wrangled too and doesn't DARE move near the door. She does, however, sit and do double take checks over Silver and James up to their own devices too, just in case they bolt on the fly. She's not risking it. While she doesn't seem to need to be restrained, she's struggling visibly on a mental level and her body is tense in hold, but that will and calm about her is intact and Lana knows at least that.
Finally, she comments, "... I guess we do need restraints. I was hoping we didn't."
"Ssshhhhh, shhhhhh, I-I know. I kn-know hon," Silver says her face set into a frown as she clings tightly to Cash's arm. But instead of just gripping the limb she comes in to bear hug him, much like Zane is currently doing with his twin. "I fe-feel it t-too. J-just take a-a deep breath. O-Okay?" She looks at Hector, "Would it b-be bet-tter if we wrrr-wrapped you in a bl-bl-blanket?" She isn't at her best, but she's fighting it. But her attention on other things has slipped in the meantime as her stutter comes out.
"Fuck off," Amy notes at Cash's promise, her hand gripping at his arm and shoulder even tighter. The full moon is up, and Amy isn't feeling especially fucking patient tonight as she yanks him back towards her. "I got him," she agrees with Ashley there, nodding her head, glancing aside only briefly as others struggle with various people. "Sit the fuck down Cash, before I break your fucking leg and make sure you can't get out of here." Ropes. Who needs ropes. Surely Amy isn't serious.
Then again, full moon.
Jade sets down the duffel and unzips it. He starts opening up Mona's bags and rolling suitcase as well. "Come one, come on," he says. "We've got straightjackets, we've got handcuffs, we've got rope, duct tape, restraints." He empties a half-dozen ball gags onto the floor. "So they can't say 'come in' when we're keeping people out. If you want something to make you relax, I brought ketamine, but I'm not drugging anyone against their will."
"I will not hesitate to chain you up if I have to, Ez." Lana looks into her sister's eyes. "I hate to do it, but I hate thinking of you turning into one of those monsters more." Looking towards James she squints her eyes, using the hand on the arm behind Esme to point at him. "That goes for you too, Bestie. I'm not losing either of you." Assured Arthur and Cash are wrangled, she lets out a small sound of relief, then looks to all that Mona is hauling in. "Good Lord girl, you are amazing." She is then rather mouth agape at the ball gags on the floor. Such an innocent, she asks, "what are those?"
Now lamenting the loss of his book, and the sudden absence of something to keep him distracted, James fidgets for a while in his corner, muttering indistinctly to thin air until a rolling red ballgag comes within arms' reach. He turns slowly and stares at it, then draws his gaze up to blink incredulously at Jade. At least now he has something else to throw, if Cash keeps it up. He winces at Lana's worry, but turns her way and manages to force a weak little smile of encouragement that isn't particularly reassuring.
George is close to the bags, standing next to the door. And since no one seems to be rushing her -- although she casts another hairy eyeball to the room at large -- she drops her case to the duffel of gear. "Guess that'll do," she mutters to no one in particular. She grabs some restraints, and after a moment's consideration, some rope too. "Hey cuz," she calls across to Amy, before lobbing it in her general direction. "Any of you guys wanna make yourselves useful, feel free," she adds snarkily to the group around Cash, even though they are currently doing more than she is, really.
Cash looks around, wide-eyed. It's similar to a trapped animal. Even with Silver's hugs and Amy's threats, he lashes out. "F-Fuck you, Amy." It's the weakest of lashing outs. Then there is talk of restraints and... "Ball gags, Lana." He replies and one can hear the fear in his voice. "I'll sit. Please...please don't tie me up. I'll just freak out."
ROLL: Cash rolls finesse for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 1 4 7 7 -- d8)
ROLL: Silver rolls brawn for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 3 4 1 2 -- d10)
ROLL: Amy rolls brawn+1 for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 4 3 1 2 -- d6)
Marianne wasn't expecting to see so many people bolt right off the bat, despite Mr. Chen's warnings. She glances to Cash and then heads over to Zane and Art, reaching up to put her hand on Art's forehead, as if it's a human sickness he's got. "It's all going to be okay, right? You just have to resist the urge to bolt out the door. That's how they get you." She looks over at Zane, and then the rest of the room, wondering exactly how many teenagers became victims of vampirism. "We're all fine. For now. And if any of them try to come in here, my backpack is full of stakes. And Hector has a baseball bat with a saw on it. It's all gonna be okay." Is she reassuring herself or her cousins?
"Artificial testicles" Ashley explains to Lana about the ball gags. "Can we get everyone who has drunk into the middle of the room, please. The rest of us form a circl around them. And, yes, I think we should restrain them too." A nod towards Amy as she stares at her brother. "She //will// break your leg...and I will help her." Probably by breaking a nail. Ashley shakes her head at the contents of the bags. "Lucky I changed my Prom date" she smirks. "C'mon, let's get them in the middle. Sorry, Cash, but treatment is never the addict's decision."
Hector is firm, "Try some more, Cash Love. You know you'll drink if you go. This is a hair cut. You just have to hold on until it's over." He sighs, "It seems definately need them, Esme." He looks to Mona, "I would like to help put them on." He looks worriedly at his sister, his brother, but they seem to be holding on for now. He doesn't seem put out by Amy's mood, "Thanks for grabbing him." He starts again with Cash, "You won't be able to surf with a broken leg, and you'll miss the Endless Sky above the ocean on a beautiful sunny day. Don't lose that Sky for that drink, Cashew." He looks at Jade, "Handcuffs or straight jacket?" but George is lobbing restraints, so he puts down his bat to come help.
Arthur doesn't fight Zane, but he says, clearly and and in a very rational-sounding tone, "Please let me go," to his fraternal twin. "I'd want to go even if they weren't calling me." His brother is much bigger than him, so trying to break free isn't something he tries quite yet.
"I think... I'm okay with just you holding me. But if I even begin to twitch or anything... do it. I'm a liability tonight, sissa. By all means." Esme sounds guilty while telling Lana this and she's certainly not going to put up a fight against restraints right now. Not to say she won't be flailing protest like Cash over there at some point, maybe, but maybe not. Maybe she has it under control. Holding her breath, she looks at James when he's addressed by Lana, and she asks, trying to ease her sister's burden/worry, at least, while the room is a bit of commotion, "James. Come sit over here so you're easier to catch if you dart?"
Star sighs and gets up to go after Arthur, but sees Zane - who has a much better chance of restraining him than her runty ass does - is already on it. When Hector calls Cash 'Cashew'? She throws a book at him.
Jade glances at James, and in the face of his incredulousness, he shrugs and says, "You can't tell me you're surprised." If anyone is going to bring a bag of ball-gags and horse tranquilizers to a party, it's going to be Jade. When Cash starts squirming, he says, "Hey, hey there, Secretariat, I got something to calm you down." He strides over to the room's center, bringing restraints and gags with him. "It's just for one night," he says, "and it's for your own good. You can resent us for the rest of your normal, natural mortal lives."
There's a bit of a leer at Silver for a moment from Amy, an a grin like she's just itching to do some violence, and the laugh that comes from her is meant to be light and amused enough but comes off kind of intimidating actually. "Shut the fuck up, Cash, no one is listening to you tonight." Still, she's perhaps a little distracted as she only barely managed to keep a hold on Cash as he does attempt to wiggle free. "Fucking STOP." She demands, already at the limit of her frustration.
"Damnit, Cash!" Silver says as Cash squirms away. "Dudes, don't you even read? He needs to be wrapped in a blanket, then sat on," She says with a glower shot at those talking about handcuffs and Cash. "Why don't you take some of what Jade brought, yeah?" She says in a less irritated voice at Cash. Casting around she snatches up the nearest blanket. Smart thinking Esme and she says, "Burrito time, dude."
Cash did attempt to wiggle loose. But he's a whole grown man now and Amy is a Lester on a full moon and she is stronger than he is slippery. Hector's words distract him enough for Silver to make a different plan. "H, please I can turn it down. I did it before. I did. I walked away once." He reaches up to his head to pull his hair. Good thing he's cut most of it and his hands come up empty. Silver's coming with a blanket and he shakes his head. "I don't know if that'll hold me. What if it doesn't?" What if it does?
Zane does not let go of Arthur, but also doesn't look like he quite knows what to do with the rational-sounding remark. Zane's bigger than his twin, yeah. Art's smarter. "Well, you-- can't," he says, because that's the whole idea with being here, right? "Because rock stars maybe get to sleep in a lot but they still have shit they gotta do in the day, like, all day festivals and photoshoots and stuff, so if you're a vampire how's that gonna work?" There. Logic!
He glances past his brother's shoulder toward the Marchants and their burdens when Mona says his win's name, trying to figure out how he arranged this restraint thing if Art is unmoved by his stellar argument and doesn't cooperate, and suddenly tightens his grip a little. "Um. Were we supposed to-- should I be wearing more leather?" he asks when he sees them; he's got his jacket at least, that counts, right? Oh, right. There was a question. He nods a little toward her. Yes, Art.
After an approving nod at Star's book-hurling mastery, James just kind of shrugs to Jade, then stares with incredulity again at Ashley's sudden attempt at bossiness, and finally settles his attention back over on Esme and Lana. "Uh," he replies, stalling reticently as he remains in his corner, then brings his hand slowly up to point over at Amy and Cash's antics. "I think I'm more likely to bolt the closer I am to that, really," he points out dryly to the twins.
"A blanket?" George repeats incredulously, opting to hang by the door for now. "Fuck that. Break his leg if you gotta." She shrugs her shoulders; no difference to her. "C'mon, let's toss the twitchy ones in the middle." She gives Jade a slight nod of acknowledgement for his plan, at least. She rolls her shoulders, feeling impatient and twitchy, wanting to get this going, one way or the other.
Arthur counters, "Rock stars do TOO sleep all day and make other people do everything for them, that's the whole point!" to Zane, still doing his very best to sound like this is all his idea-- who knows if it is? Or just the compulsion? "Look, imagine /flying/, and-- and playing faster than any human can. I'm almost there! I'll be the best rock star in the world. I'll be better than Slash and Joe Satriani AND Steve Vai combined! What's wrong with that?"
Hector winces as the book whacks him. He doesn't care how silly he looks or sounds. he cares about saving the ones who drank. He looks at Jade and Silver, "Right. Straight jacket. Cash, I love you, but you aren't thinking straightright now. You need to trust us to think for you, okay?" he reaches for Cash's arm in hopes of positioning it for Jade." He flashes zane a smile, "Hang in there. They'll say anything."
"We need to be better at not looking like we're about to commit a few dozen crimes before dawn, Jade," Mona asides to the fellow member of her trinity in attendance. So if we're actually going to commit a few dozen crimes before dawn, nobody tell Mona. "I figure... " Mona begins, bravely putting up a feeble explanation with a straight face, "if anybody asks why I needed half a dozen straightjackets on short notice, we can always say it's for the show. Spray paint them or something and use them as people caught in our spider woman's web. Rehearsal," is always a plausible excuse for almost anything.
"Bear in mind," she says as one garment bag drops from her shoulder to sit atop a vacant chair, and she offers the other over to George, "that's our cover story if anybody asks."
"Star? Leaving it to you to decide who needs a gag and who doesn't." And with that ominous news, she's heading over toward Zane and Art, full Marchant serious business face intact. "Art, talk it through." Her eyes shift between the twins. "Zane's right," she says as steadily as she can. "And you aren't a vampire yet, according to Mister Chen. So." The dramatic pause comes with a slow arching of her brows. "You aren't doing a damned thing now that isn't all you."
"You hear me?" she insists. "You don't need them for that."
It's almost too much for Lana to keep track of, the commotion already happening, so who can blame James, really? Looking to Esme, she says, "we could get another beanbag or two and go sit with him. He's in the corner so it gives us a good vantage point to watch over everyone." Lana shrugs, knowing her sister, even in this state, will try to do her best to make sure everyone who belongs in this house right now is kept safe. Turning her eyes towards Zane and Arthur, she tries to encourage the former. "You got him. He's just going to have to make do being a human non-monster rock star."
Silver is starting to look...angry? "Shut up Georgie!" She snaps at the girl. The only people who have every really seen her lose her temper are her family. Maybe a few of Spear's bullies. It isn't pretty. Taking a deep breath she momentarily funnels anger into triumphing over the stutter's return. "Cash, what was the first song they taught us at Speech? Do you remember? They had group stuff so we all wouldn't feel alone. You're not alone now. Right?" She moves in to wrap the blanket around Cash. It seems she has a specific kind of thing in mind because it isn't a cuddly throw type wrap, but an arm-hugging kind of thing. Though of course he's wiggling...
ROLL: Silver rolls finesse+1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 1 8 2 2 6 -- d8)
As her twin cousins argue about leather and rock stars, Marianne rolls her eyes and walks away from... everyone. She glances toward the windows and then toward George and Jade. "The best way to restrain them would be to wrap them in a blanket or straightjacket, tie the rope around them, and put them in a walk-in closet. I'm sure this place has a few. They might bang their heads bloody against the walls trying to get out, but slightly brain-dead HUMAN friends is probably still better than the alternative." Marianne pauses. "Just think of it as a jump start on all that damage we're going to do to ourselves in our twenties anyway."
ROLL: Amy rolls brawn+1 for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 2 1 3 1 3 -- d6)
"Hector," Star suggests as her first nominee for a ballgag. She lets Zane handle Arthur.
Jade says to Arthur, "Except you won't get to be a rock star, because you'll be what's-her-face's little bitch. If she doesn't want you making music anymore?" He snaps his fingers. "No more music. You'll be under her influence, and everything you've worked toward and dreamed about will be dust. You won't be yours anymore, you'll be hers. You're too good for that, Arthur."
To Mona, he quips, "Nonsense, we look amazing." He brings a straightjacket over to Cash and the people blanketing him. It's even an extra-large one, as if he were anticipating using it on someone tall and long-limbed. "Do you want something to mellow you out?" he asks Cash. "Because we're doing this, and how we do this is up to you."
"See, she's speaking sense," Amy gestures briefly at her cousin, nodding with the idea of leg breaking, grinning at Silver. Maybe she's just trying to bait the Thistle girl. She has a thing with baiting Thistles. But still, while Silver is doing her best to distract Cash, Amy changes a tactic, getting a hold of Cash and securing his arms behind him. She tries not to wrench said arms too much, but it's certainly not a comfortable hold as he gets blanketed. "Now sit the fuck down, Freeland," she mutters.
Cash's eyes can't grow any larger so his jaw simply drops at the mention of a straightjacket. "No. No no no." He has tears in his eyes. "Hector, please, don't let them." He pleads. Silver's question distracts him and amazingly enough, he remains calm as Silver blankets him. Amy's hold isn't needed. Until Moan shows up with the largest straightjacket of the bunch. He starts the fight back. But Amy's got a firm grip and Cash is tall and everything but he's not strong at all.
ROLL: Cash rolls brawn-1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 4 1 2 -- d10)
"Yeah, we can go to that corner, it's far away from the door, gives view and... just don't let go." Esme wets her lips after listening to Lana's suggestion, then she looks over at Ashley as the others work out restraints, suggesting while others not-affected do some wrangling between the two males, "Ash. I'm too scared to get near the door and the others affected in the middle, just in case, but pull that table or bookshelf in front of it to slow anyone else down? We know we're not letting anyone in or going out."
Then she rises up with Lana attached to do the corner move with some bean bags, assuring Ashley and others then, "And James and I are over here with Lana in view with distance." Not that there aren't windows or back doors and things, but the front door is the nearest point and blocking people may not stop them, but it'll slow them down from letting anything in or out.
"Can we please get the drinkers in the middle of the room" Ashley states firmly, slowly, and patiently. Though Marianne has a good idea too - lock them away. "We might need to keep an eye on them though, Marianne. In case the 'vampires' sneak in somehow and we don't know what's happening." Back to her brother. "Do what Amy says or I will knock you down myself. How many drinkers do we have?" She glances at the door. "And what do we do when the Painkillers realise they aren't coming." An apologetic look to Amy about getting a bit too much into this vampire malarkey, but if the drinkers believe it, then it will help controle them. Right? A nod to Esme. "George, help me move the bookcase in front of the door." Of course she knows her girlfriend's cousin.
"Oh, fuck you," George spits right back as she's told to shut up. Tempers are definitely starting to flare, and in the absence of any enemies, she might as well direct it towards her peers? Grabbing the garment bag, she pulls out the straightjacket and again tosses it towards the group holding Cash. "Think fast." She eyes Ashley, not one to like being told what to do, but at least things are /happening/ now. "Fine," she grits out. Not strong, but throwing some of her pent-up energy into shoving the bookcase. "Who even needs so many fuckin' books, anyway?"
Silver glances at Mona and says, "No, seriously. The blanket and a rope and someone sitting on him will do. That's just going to cause more trauma and potentially trigger an episode. I got this, please." It isn't a request, as she moves to help settle Cash on a couch. Checking the tuck and tight wrap of the blanket around him. "It was Row Your Boat," She starts talking to Cash again, trying to calm him once again. "And we learned to sing round robin. And it helped because no one could really tell or be upset if someone messed up and just started over again. Because you could." She may be going to school from Criminal Justice eventually, but there's a psych minor in there too waiting. Focusing on Cash is helping her fight her own urge. Though she does glance at the door now and again.
Zane looks like he's game to continue trying to argue, but he still looks both happy and slightly relieved when the Marchants chip in. Yes! They're making sense! Lana and Hector get a little smile too, for the encouragement. "You're gonna be the best rock star in the world *anyway*," he says firmly, "and what's wrong with it is, I mean aside from the whole 'oh you owe it to us' thing and, like, that control thing," he tilts his head to indicate Jade's comments, "won't you have to, like... kill and eat people? 'cause that's kinda messed up. And seems like the kinda thing paparazzi are gonna notice if they're following you around. Like, biting the heads off bats is messed up too but that's, y'know... not people." He's not loosening the hold any.
Marianne nods to Ashley. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry for being growly. I just... don't think it's a far stretch to say that they're out there, watching and waiting, and all of this bickering is just giving them a chance to try to get in, or at least do /something..." She says, moving to help the others with the bookcases. "Whatever we can do to fortify our walls is a good idea. I know that they're probably stronger than we are but that doesn't mean we have to make it easy on them." She eyeballs George and snickers when the other girl makes her remark about the books.
"Yes, I do!" Arthur insists to Mona, "Who doesn't want to live forever! Be beautiful and amazing forever? Imagine if any of the great musicians out there were vampires? Imagine what they'd make if they could!" He's so pale, he could be a vampire already! Almost... he's still warm, still living. To Jade, plaintively, "I'll have time to figure something out. Maybe I can kill her and- and- steal her power if she tries to get between me and the music!" He's always been a little amoral, though maybe not quite so noticeably. And when Ashley talks about blocking the door, he finally does pull against Zane pretty hard. And to Zane, he insists, "Some people deserve to die! Like... politicians and like the russians in Die Hard and... and Hanson." They who inflicted the atrocity known as 'MMMBop' would at least be third on his hitlist. "I promise I'll only eat bad people. Somebody should!"
Lana rises up with Esme. "I won't let go. I promise." She does, however, shift her hold a little to make it easier for them to walk together towards where James sits. She shuffle kicks a couple beanbags that way for them to sit on. Settling in between James and Esme, she smiles at James, whispering, "I'm not letting you get away. I can't. We'll be the quiet, calm bunch over here. Just me and you and Ez..." She's trying to reassure him and lays her head on his shoulder. "What book did you throw? Once it calms a little, I'll have one of them bring it over." And that's when George asks who needs all those books. "People who treasure the art of the written word, that's who... and knowledge... and things." Things because, well, given her parents lifestyle, who knows what's in that bookcase! Something Zane says catches her attention and she gives him a thumbs up with the hand not held by Esme. "Good point! Paparazzi are gonna be all over him! Night and day, every minute!"
"I can eat those, too!" Arthur protests. Who'll miss the paps?
"I like my corner, thanks," James dryly declines Ashley's invitation to move to the middle of the room. He fidgets in his corner, staving off the inclination to rise to his feet which would almost surely end with his bolting for the door. He looks relieved, though, when Lana and Esme pull over beanbags and join him, as much because they block his potential egress by doing so as he is by the company, and that relief only grows when George and Ashley move to seal the door behind the bookcase. "You can never have enough books," he gripes, still lamenting the loss of his own hurled novel. He smiles at Lana's reassurance, though the expression falters and dies on his face. "I don't think I could read it, anyhow," he admits, then gets quieter. "I really want to go, and I don't think it's just because..." his eyes flick towards the ongoing chaos, then sympathetically to Esme. "I mean, it wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
Jade tosses the straightjacket down beside Silver in case she changes her mind. Then he snaps his fingers, waving his hand in front of Cash. "Hey, I'm talking to you. Do you want a downer so you stop freaking the fuck out?" He speaks loudly and slowly. "I need an answer, because you're not the only person I am losing patience with in this room." Won't he be a great dad some day?
To Arthur, he says, "You should totally kill her. Do that. If you ever get the chance, straight up whack that bitch."
Esme settles anew with Lana in a beanbag by James, away from the two struggling (she doesn't like to seem to look at them, like she's afraid it's contagious while she's tempted) and she starts to list the names she's aware of for everyone to notate and know aloud. Had she thought of it earlier, she might have made them cute little sticker labels in an attempt to lighten the mood. Missed opportunity, alas.
"Just so everyone knows who to watch and block somehow... we... that drank it's... Silver, Cash, Art, James, and myself. Just so... yeah." She kind of trails off guiltily at the end there after raising her voice for everyone to hear the name list of liabilities, even though some are acting out more than others, it doesn't mean the ones still compliant will stay that way, or that they aren't tempted. Her jaw is twitching because she's grinding her teeth over there latched to Lana.
Cash keeps the vitals bits of him together enough to settle on the couch. "I need my jacket. The smell of leather calms me down." He pauses a beat. "I should have known I liked guys then." He nods a little. Silver reminds him of the song from speech. "Row, row, row your boat..." He sings softly, closing his eyes. "The song that got me into USC." He smiles, his braces still red and gold. "I got the call today. Aced the audition. I'm going to be a professional, trained vocalist." He pauses and listens to Arthur. "Fuck. He is making good points." Good thing Jade is there to bring him off that train of thought. "Downer? I have my Xans in my jacket."
There's also a look shot at James, though, when he expresses his urge and Esme tacks on quietly, "... yeah. It would be. You know that rationally. They're gross. Not like moody gothic lit." She tries to tease him during the bolstering, but it falls flat.
Ashley stares at Arthur in horror. "What's wrong with Hanson!" she exclaims before throwing her 'strength' into moving the bookcase. "Maybe we should have emptied the books out first" she muses before another look over at Arthur. "They were Germans in Die Hard. You'll kill all the wrong people. And you don't kill my aunt either. What is, like, wrong with you?" More generally she adds, "Besides, I don't think the little vampires can kill the ruling ones. Too under their spell. And if you do kill the big leader, according to Mr Chen, you turn back to human. Defeats the point really. Just face it, Arthur, you become a vampire, you'll be one of those Painkillers hanging around at the loser hotel. No music for you."
Silver looks over at Hector when Cash says his stuff is in the jacket. "Hector?" She prompts her brother with a faint smile. The straight jacket is picked up and she just drapes it on her lap as she settles in beside Cash on the couch. Helping to pin him in place. She glances over at James to check on him. Still there in his corner. Good. And she looks back to Cash and grins brightly. "That's great! Was there really any doubt?"
OK, so maybe Mona can't actually argue for the preservation of Hansen with a straight face, but damn, does she recover elegantly. It's serious enough to keep her in the zone. "Art, man, you have three creative geniuses swarming your shit right now and telling you that you don't need them, and that we're all in awe of you."
She swallows a breath, choking it down hard. "You really want to play the 'who wants to live forever' philosophy game right now, we can do that. Because we could totally do that all night round robin style and I guarantee you that the people in this room could come up with so many reasons that living forever -- and, fuck, living forever as a goddamned 18-year-old especially -- is probably hell on earth."
"Maybe it's just all inspiration, the thought of what happens as you watch everyone you love around you die." Her eyes narrow, gleaming their proper stormy grey as if lightning is about to strike with a flash. "But maybe that isn't what happens. Maybe every time you watch something you love fall apart around you, it takes something away. Steals something that was part of that fire to create, to feel it. Takes another little piece of your soul one bit at a time 'til there is no amount of precision in the world that will make up for what's been lost."
Amy relaxes ever so slightly once Cash is calmer and sitting down, leaving his wrangling to Hector and Silver for a second as she glares around the room. "Damnit I should be with Lucas and Landon," she mutters quietly, scowling briefly at something or another, kicking at the floor, and likely a wall in frustration before she shifts to move and help George with moving shit around to block the door.
Star rubs her face and moves closer to where Zane holds Art. "Look," she says to Arthur, guitarist and lead vocalist of the band she's in. "Finish school. Graduate. Then if yu want to run off and play Vampire: The Charade, you do you. You'll be out of school, a legal adult, and on your own. Go now and your parents will send the police out looking for you. It'll be a mess."
To Ashley, "Hanson need to be destroyed."
George makes an audible gagging noise at Lana's poetic response to her question, because she's a mature person like that. "So... showoffs, got it," she replies glibly, as she pauses pushing long enough to toss a few handfuls of books carelessly to the floor. "And, dude, I'm all for killing the politicians and shit, but... not tonight," she asides to Arthur. "But sure, kill the bitch who started all this shit. I mean, it's a fucking cult. You're not /actually/ going to live forever." She's not in the loop on that one. "C'mon, put your ass into it," she urges Ashley, making room for Amy and Marianne to help too.
Arthur would give Jade a thumbs-up, but he's sort of restrained right now. Same to Cash! Ashley deflates him a little, though. "I really really really don't want to be a Painkiller and stuck in this place forever but I don't get why you guys are so against it." And he knows Mona's trying to get to him, and he says a lot more soberly, "I don't believe in souls. There's too much crazy, bad shit in the world to believe in souls. Having a soul means there's a god, right? So there's somewhere for a soul to go? But if that's the case, why is there so MUCH bad shit out there? Like AIDS and... and-- yeah!" To Star. "And Hanson!" Star makes him grind his teeth, dammit. Why are people being so reasonable? So... so mortal? "I'll figure it out." That last sounds weak even to him. George saves him, though. "Yeah, exactly!"
"No." Cash says to Silver. "Not a single doubt. I only had to make sure Hector came with me. I can't do it alone." Suddenly, Cash speaks up. "The Hansons play their own instruments. That's the sign of a strong foundation. MmmBop isn't good but the deeper cuts on the album are solid pop." That's right. Cash defended Hanson.
Jade smiles at Cash. "Cool, I'll set you up, buddy." He picks up Cash's jacket and checks it for weapons with which Cash might try to fight off those trying to keep him sat down. Those are taken away, and he takes two Xans from his pocket before he brings the jacket over to him. "Take two, it's going to be a hell of a night," he tells him. "We're doing this so you survive, man. So you and Hector can go be lame somewhere together after graduation. Think about Hector." He sighs when Cash defends Hanson. "Dude, I'm trying to help you."
"It would be awful. Gross, like she said. Your skin would be all clammy and cold and feel like a dead person's. Who wants to cuddle that? And I am sure most people taste like absolute shit, all the chemicals that surround us every day, from the food we eat to the water we drink..." James knows how much Lana is on that trail of news lately. "And and... you'd have to watch me grow old and ugly and die... And that would be awful, cuz then I would haunt your ass at the most inopportune times. Like, whatever would make your unlife most inconvenient, there I would be!" Lana decides maybe he needs a bit more security too, so she shifts her seat, laying her head on his lap and stretching her legs over her sister, still holding Esme's hand.
ROLL: Jade rolls spirit-1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 2 6 4 -- d6)
"Oh my gosh, Arthur, it's not as if you play music that's popular. And staying an eighteen year old pseudo Goth-Grebo-Grunger forever?" Ashley is pretty sure that is what Hell is like. "You'll never evolve as an artist even if the Painkillers let you play at all. You'll be stuck in a rut. Stuck in a rut. Stuck in a rut." A pout at George. "I //am// putting my ass into it!" Thankfully, Amy is there to do the real work and Ashley steps away to peer out of the window. "Esme, Lana, would your parents mind if we boarded up the windows?"
"Industrial's gonna be huge, just you wait," Arthur glowers balefully.
As Cash seems settled in as positive way for him as can be, Silver just lets out a breath and leans back. Eyes closed and letting the couch eat her while all the chatter and counter-arguments are being made. "I don't want the ketamine, Jade, but you did bring joints I hope?" She asks, eyes still closed, looking almost like she's going to take a nap. But the slow and deep breaths indicate she's probably meditating or doing some sort of calming excersize. "Fuck," She whispers softly under her breath. Only her hands are tense, curled into balls at her sides.
ROLL: Esme rolls spirit+1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 2 3 3 6 6 -- d6)
"I... no!" Zane can't articulate it as well as the others, and maybe some of Arthur's points kind of make sense, but he's still pretty well convinced that going off and turning into a vampire is a bad idea. "Maybe souls just reincarnate and then you don't-- um..." Philosophy and theology is quicksand he's going to drown in pretty fast right now. "Look, you just can't go get killed undead and start eating people, okay? Vampires aren't ever the good guys, they get staked and all. And people're gonna notice and you'll be carded forever and, uh, okay like what if Mozart was a vampire, his stuff was huge then but do you ever hear it on the radio now?" Not on the stations he listens to. He glances at the blocking of the door, doing his best to keep hold of Art now that he's started actually struggling. "I don't wanna have to sit on you again," he informs his brother quite sincerely.
"Maybe that's just because they were gross," James posits defensively to Esme after her rejection of his burgeoning temptation. "Maybe we'd be different," he insists, though the look on his face suggests he knows better as he brings his knees up and then wraps his arms around them to hug his thighs up against his chest, though they lower when Lana shifts and tilts her head back to rest against his legs. "You're right," he admits reluctantly to the twins. "But..." he starts to make another protest, but can't quite seem to come up with anything, instead just shaking his head and frowning. "You say that like having you haunting me would be the worst thing in the world," James retorts to his bestie's threat, only for the realization that her haunting him would be predicated on her death to strike home and drain the color from his face. Okay, maybe it would be that bad. "I know you're right, but I still want to go," he grouses with another look at Esme. At the very least, James can be counted upon to put rationality first -- most of the time.
Considering 1994 was the height of Nine Inch Nails with the Downward Spiral album, the year Marilyn Manson hit, and industrial was finally on the radio, Arthur's music is actually pretty popular and Violent Violet has a good following in the area. Star narrows her gaze at Ashley's insult of the music. "I think one needs to have an ass to use it."
Arthur grumbles, "*I* listen to Mozart, you philistine!" And he lunges forward, lest the door be forever blocked by that infernal bookcase.
"I don't know if there's a god, Art," Mona says with a slow shake of her head. "I have no idea if any of this holy water and crucifixes shit is going to matter or not, either, for the same damn reason." Her shoulders roll back, and she props her hands on her hips. "Look, we may be on some cosmic carousel and next time around our soul's gonna be some crawfish or lap cat or maybe even a used car salesman. Maybe there's nothing, and we fizzle-pop into a big nothing."
"None of that's the point, 'cause you know what I mean. You've seen the people in school that get down and don't get back up again. How much creativity do they have? Because on a long enough timeline, 'forever' is nothing but pai-"
Then she catches Ashley's comment, and snaps her head around. "Maybe don't help with that shit. Besides, there's nothing creative in aping what's currently 'popular'. That's for amateurs. Break ground and innovate, or end up in the dustbin of has-beens looping on cheeseball synth-sax in the mall elevator for the eternity of oblivion you deserve, goddam-"
But then Arthur's lunging, and Mona's readying to chase after him.
[SPEND] Arthur has spent 1 GP for reason: extra die
ROLL: Arthur rolls Spirit +1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 2 1 2 5 -- d6)
Jade looks at Silver as if he's almost affronted. "Fuck yeah, I brought joints." He sits on the floor next to where she is and takes a baggie out of his jacket pocket. There are six neatly rolled joints. "I think we all need to just mellow out a little bit," he says. He takes one of the joints out and offers it to Silver. "I feel like something a little stronger." Once the joint is given over, he pulls out a baggie with a handful of disposable needles and a little glass vial with a clear liquid in it and a stopper like they use for injectibles. When Arthur lunges, he declares, "We got a runner!"
[SPEND] Arthur has spent 1 GP for reason: extra die
ROLL: Arthur rolls Finesse +2 for: : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 1 6 3 6 3 1 -- d6)
"I don't want to bite Lana. You don't want to bite Lana. We don't put ourselves in a position to bite Lana now, not anymore." Esme says in response to James with a sharp inhale of breath through her nose right before speaking. She has that zen in her voice that's maybe not doing her a lot of good, but she tries to project it while struggling mentally too. And she keeps sitting in her beanbag corner on sissa-leg-lockdown with hands laced, checking on James with empathetic looks now and again, knowing what he's feeling too despite keeping his ass down and behaved.
Then, for the sake of everyone else, she still pulls off being Esme enough while considering Ashley's suggestion about boarding up whole windows hesitantly, looking around the living room, "We'd have to tear apart furniture, can't go out to the shed now. And it'd be very hard to explain home construction or... you know. But listen. As long as no one gets in or out of that door or any others, I think we're good. They can't force in, they have to be invited, right? So we don't do that. And we don't go out."
ROLL: Amy rolls Finesse + 1 for: : x1 : x3 (Set) : x1 -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 4 1 4 4 5 -- d6)
ROLL: Mona rolls finesse + 1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 5 2 6 3 4 -- d6)
ROLL: Zane rolls finesse+2 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 5 1 5 2 2 3 -- d6)
Silver's head comes up and her eyes open. She smiles at Jade and actually looks sheepish. "Awesome...what...is that heroin?" She casts her voice really soft on that last work. Taking a joint out she then goes to fish in a pocket. Low and behold she has a lighter. The joint is mid-light when Arthur becomes a slippery devil and makes a run for it. But while she sits up straight to watch, she doesn't otherwise move from where she is beside Cash. Art gets out the door and it almost seems like she'll get up, but Amy and Zane probably have him. Probably... "You smoking tonight?" She asks him, as she goes to offer the joint to the Cashew Burrito.
ROLL: Cash rolls finesse+1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 2 6 4 8 4 -- d8)
George is mid-heave when the drugs come out, and she finds herself suddenly distracted. "Oh shit. Got any of those for me?" she asks, flashing Jade a smile. She could do with a little blunting of the edges. It's then that suddenly people are lurching for the door, and she's left leaning up against the half-empty bookcase. "Fuck! Stop! Get in here!" If it weren't for Amy, she might not care so much, but her cousin is one of the few people she can stand, so she leaves the bookcase and goes running to the now-open door. "Amy! Fuck!"
ROLL: Hector rolls Finesse+1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 3 6 6 4 4 -- d8)
ROLL: Silver rolls brawn for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 8 8 1 -- d10)
It's karma is what it is. When you're the person that drags in the pile of ball gags, sooner or later, you're going to end up precisely where Mona does: face down in the bag, spitting out leather straps. The only thing impressive about it is the thump, and probably the buckle-outlined bruises she'll be wearing all up along her side come morning. "Goddammit, Art!"
Arthur is making a fuss as he exits. Cash sees this opportunity. He untangles from his burrito wrap and makes a dash for the door. He...doesn't get far...
Hector eyes Marianne, "We are not letting them beat their heads bloodly, and we are nt leaving restrained people anywhere unsupervised. I'll sit on him." He rolls his eyes at Star, butcash's distress draws him back. Gently he strokes his face, "Blanket burrito, okay? And I'm not going to let your head get hurt." Softly he sings, "Take me out tonight/Where there's music and there's people/And they're young and alive/Driving in your car/I never never want to go home...."
He is keeping an eye on silver. Just because she's managing now, doesn't meen she'll stay that way. He sighs, "Arthur, you won't have the will to betray her once you're turned. You will be a servant, not a star." He shudders at the mention of Hanson. He simply takes off the borrowed jacket he's wearing for armour and drapes it so Cash can smell it. The jacket smells of leather and Cash, and now a touch of citrus and fouger since he's been wearing it all evening. "I'm sorry, Amy. I know." He doesn't know it's his fault, but he suspects. He flashes a smile at Arthur, "Ministry all the way." He decides not to mention 'Rock me Amadeus.'
He makes a fast lunge for Cash. This is a man you used to win wrestling matches against a Lester. A burrittoed Cash hasn't a chance against the ug of Doom.
Silver was quiet focused on Cash in the moment he goes to wiggle free. So it's a pretty easy thing to just squish him. A leg over his and the arm not holding the joint wrapping around his back and holding his arm. Once Cash is squished back into his seat she says quietly, once more she offers the joint, "The thought's in my head too. Take advantage of the chaos. Run...don't, just take a drag okay?" And then she glances at James to make sure he doesn't pull something similar.
Marianne stops moving things in order to do the sign of the cross over herself while she listens to her cousins' argument. "Oh my God, please just shut up," she says, right as Arthur starts to head her way out the door. She backs away in a hurry, letting those surely more capable try to catch him. In the meantime she takes her sweater off, revealing a black tank top underneath. She looks over to Hector and nods, "I know. We'd need a little peephole camera into the walk-in closet..." she mutters, half-jokingly.
"I-- HEY!" Zane exclaims as Art wriggles free, and he pelts after him the fastest he can, just not quite enough to get within reach again yet before pursued and pursuers dart through the door. "I didn't say he wasn't *good*!" He misses the cause of the thump behind him, which at least cuts down on the distraction, for what good it does.
"You do know that was my point" Ashley replies to Mona. "That he would get stuck doing the same thing since he would never evolve. It may be that industrial thing but that won't be popular in three years. Just like sax-synth won't be. We were agr..." And then there are people running everywhere, the bookcase still not across the door as Arthur and then Amy head through it. And Cash is running too! Ashley debating brother versus girlfriend when Hector makes the choice for her by grabbing her twin. So Ashley is following after Amy. "Can we use the chains now!"
It's strange, sometimes, the way their family 'gifts' manifest themselves. In Arthur's case, it's a literal lucky break, a fortunate twist that somehow gets him free, and bolting toward the door in a desperate scrabble of limbs. He nearly leaps over Mona, who's somewhere doing something involving gags, and ahead of Amy. Who knew he would've been so good at track? Zoomzoom, bitches!
For the briefest of seconds, there's a flicker in James' face that suggests he might just argue with Esme about biting Lana, but it's followed by a nauseated, horrified, and ashamed look with an accompanying wince. Inclining his head in firm agreement, he's unable to quite meet Esme's eyes as his own attention strays towards the door, and his jaw falls open in surprised marveling at the proceeding antics: Art's sudden flight, and Cash's less capable fight. "How are you going to explain all this to your parents?" James asks with a blank stare at the mess that's made, the bondage gear littering the floor, the books tossed about and the moved case and scattered blankets. Of all the things to be worried about, it's so much a relief for him to think about something so quintessentially mundane. So normal. "Even your parents aren't going to be happy about this," he figures.
"Nah, it's ketamine," Jade tells Silver. "It'll calm you right down, makes you feel good, kinda floaty. Not too much, though, or it's a bad time. I'm just going to take a little. I'm starting to freak out a little because," and he looks at Cash, who has been subdued, "Cash is such a fucking liar. And Art's out, and we should be fucking tying these assholes up whether they freak out or not and stop treating it like it's a choice." He takes one of the sealed needles and tears it open. Then he draws a small measure of ketamine into the syringe. He eyes Cash. How morally repugnant, really, would it be to just jab that sucker right in his burritoed ass? It doesn't have to be a vein. He sighs, then injects himself in the upper arm, like he's giving himself a flu shot.
ROLL: Amy rolls Brawn for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 1 3 2 3 -- d6)
Hector climbs on top of burittoed Cash, careful not to touch his sister's leg, because eeew. There are ball gags and bits of bondage gear everywhere and it's already weird as fuck, putting his whole weight into preventing escape. "Cash Love. Just relax, okay?" His eyes go wide, "Jade!" He has to trust that Amy has things under control, because no way is he moving right now.
Luck breaks! Yet Amy is already on the move, "I am not fucking kidding about breaking legs!" She threatens as Arthur zips past, and she's right on his heels. She's not lucky, she is just skilled, and also: very, very pissed off at this bullshit. She's right there with the wannabe eternal rockstar and reaching out to grab him -- roughly. "Don't be such a fucking moron" she demands of him. Though she's kinda realized those who feel the need to leave aren't likely to listen to reason, so she's reaching out, getting a hand on his shoulder and trying to yank him back. Hard. And pull him off balance.
Silvio arrives on the lawn of the house as people start enacting a jailbreak via the front door. He's got a flashlight in hand and is just kind of standing (in the dark) as everyone is chasing and grabbing at one another. He doesn't immediately say anything and instead flicks on the flashlight to point right at Arthur's face while calling out, "Aren't you all a little old to be playing tag?" he sounds somewhere between perplexed and chiding.
ROLL: Amy rolls brawn+2 for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 6 3 5 4 5 6 -- d6)
Silver wrinkles her nose at the mention of it being ketamine. "Eeeeh, pass. Yep," She says and instead takes a long drag off the joint. Then she holds the joint up within reach of Cash's lips. "You're safe. Hector's here, yeah? All good. Why don't we try singing, yeah?" A pause and she quickly leaps to, of all things, The Beatles. "When I get older, losing my hair..." She looks at Hector and gives this little encouraging nod. She is on the couch with Cash who is burritoed in a blanket. Hector on the other side on him. She was one leg helping to pin Cash in place. But it's just lightly resting on him.
Esme is trying real hard not to look at what's going on with Art and Cash over there, but when it gets worse, she can't help it. After a small smile of understanding at James, she looks at Lana when Cash is non-stop struggling in his burrito and force isn't exactly calming him, though it is keeping him down. So after a serious, dug-in look at her sister, she resolves and starts to creep up, "You can tail me if you want, but I think you should stay with James and I'll be right back. I'm going to talk to Cash and calm him down, they'll grab me if I bolt. It's not like I'm strong, you know. I'll be right back, he needs something different than muscle, I think." Especially with Ashley on the move and distracted.
Arthur tries to pull out of Amy's grasp, but then Silvio's flashed that light right in his face, and he skids to a stop because he's suddenly blinded! His skinny arms windmill as he tries to regain his balance.
Outside, the wind starts to pick up, palm trees rustling in the breeze and bending slightly. High above Silvio, Amy and Arthur comes the sound of... laughter? Yes. Laughter.
Cash isn't calming down easily this time. He fights and thrashes against the burrito blanket until Hector puts an end to that. Now he looks at Jade. "Fuck you! Rich fucking junkie trash. I can't fucking lie. You want to see me try." He sighs, and says. "Jade, you won't die alone and unloved because you are a bitter asshole." Cash's lip twitches as he says it. His eyes are too big to be sincere. And the tone rings false. "See. That was a lie." He lays back and grits his teeth so hard you can hear it.
When she sees people cross the threshold of the door, all the color leaves Mona's face. "Don't go outside!" Her voice chokes off, and she starts to scramble to her feet with a sudden wince. "Get the hell back in here and get off the lawn! They could be out there!" This would be a lot more convincing if she wasn't on her knees, wincing, in the frame of the door.
And then there is the sound of laughter. "GET THE FUCK IN THE HOUSE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
The commotion at the door makes Lana's eyes go wide and her worry for Esme and James double. She shifts to try to put more of her body across James' lap, just in case, keeping her legs on Esme and her hand in hers. With her gaze on the others, trying to make sure they get that crazy shit handled while the trio are in the quieter corner, she says, "Um, Kind of hoping tonight doesn't get much more out of hand than this and.. you know, we clean up before they get home? Or um, well..." She looks towards Esme, trying to bring her into the conversation and seeking ideas. When her sister says she is getting up though, Lana protests. "What? No. Silver has it. He's good. Sit down... please?" She gives a tug at Esme's hand trying to keep her down. Then, she hears laughter from outside. "Sit, Esme.... please." She said please, but there was a definite firmness to her voice.
George stands in the doorway, on tiptoes, waiting to see if Amy will catch the weirdo. Which, of course she does because she's Amy and a Lester and all that. "Get 'im, Amy!" she calls out in solidarity, laughing with relief. Which stops abruptly when the other laughter stops up. She freezes for one second, glancing out at the night, and then quickly moves to one side, holding the door open for them. "Come on! Fuck! Hurry!" she shouts, all humour gone now.
Ashley is on Amy's heels but will leave the Art-wrestling to her. Especially when there's someone out there who could be an evil vampire! He looks like an evil vampire. "Oh...hey. You can never be too old for tag" she smiles sweetly before her expression turns to horror at the sound of sky-laughter. Mona may have a good idea so Ashley will try to help her get Arthur back inside. "C'mon. Time to get back inside, Art." She looks to the stranger. "Umm...you might want to come inside too."
"Whoops." Silvio flicks the flashlight beam out of Arthur's face, holding it up so it casts the yellow light into the trees and the night sky. The Bloomquist kind of offers a sheepish look as the kid waves his arms from the blinding. "Sorry about that, my b. dawg." he uses the hip lingo of today while walking closer to the house and then calling back with a holler, "It's okay he got tagged out, he'll come back inside." it seems like he's meandering to the front door, no hurry to join the teens.
Thankfully for Marianne, she never left the house. Going outside seemed stupid, even if one of her best friends was out there, and her cousin too. She hears the laughter coming in from outside and unzips her backpack, taking out a very, very sharp pointy wooden thing. "Get in! Get inside and stay inside!" She bites her lower lip and offering a stake to George. "Is that Silvio outside?" She asks, wondering what in the world her older cousin would be doing there - but not needing to know the details right now. "This is it! Code Red!"
"Please stay," James agrees with Lana, shuddering suddenly at the sounds drifting in from outside and bringing his hand up to tug at Esme. "I-I'm sure C-Cash will be fine," he tries to reassure her, though he can't quite keep the skeptical look from settling into his eyes. "He just... he just needs to shut the fuck up," he decides suddenly and firmly, extending his hand to retrieve the ballgag that had rolled his way. Lifting it, he gives the device a toss across to Jade.
Amy isn't planning on giving time for Arthur to get his balance, instead she's slamming him into the door. She is pissed the fuck off, and it shows in the snarl of her voice as she threatens, "I will fucking break you if you don't get the fuck back inside right the fuck now." She has such an imaginative vocabulary. That sound of laughter just annoys her even more, and she glares at Silvio like a predator sizing him up. "What's so fucking funny!" She practically growls. The sound of Ashley's voice does manage to get through to her, and there's a moment where she's pushing Art back towards the house rather than just trying to hold him in place.
"Cash. Cash. Hey. I'm resisting. I'm doing it because I saw you walk away. I'm doing it because you made me strong walking away and showed me it could be done. You know that?" Esme hears the noise outside after trying to project Cash's name with the familiar calm and steadiness of her voice, and though she meant to walk over there and make it resonate more with him, in whatever way she could, to tell him stories and stroke his hair with understanding while struggling herself, she freezes when Lana tells her to sit.
Esme's body tenses out of stand and abruptly she just drops to nestle in with precaution for holding because she doesn't trust herself to get up, to be up, to be free, suddenly. She resists, but it's... her eyes shoot to James with slight widening. Lana can't hold them both.
ROLL: Silvio rolls brains for: : x1 : x3 (Set) -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 6 6 6 4 -- d6)
Arthur is haplessly hauled back in! But he doesn't want to go, so he's a pain in the ass about it.
Cash hears the laughter and he's on the edge of madness now. "That's her! Oh god. Oh my fucking god. I can't breathe. I can't..." He closes his eyes, panicking himself into stillness.
Jade massages the muscle he's just injected, and he tells Hector, "What, I'm just taking the edge off." He caps the needle, puts it in a different baggie, since leaving used needles around where anyone can step on them is just not cool, and he puts the ketamine away. "It's not too late to slap a ball-gag on you," he says to Cash. Then he blows him a kiss. The drugs are put away, save for the joint he's given Silver, and he tilts his head this way and that, cracking his neck. Then he stands up, picks up a roll of duct tape off the floor, and walks toward the door to welcome Arthur back properly. Schriiiiiip.
The laughter isn't coming from Silvio. It's coming from up above, in the night sky. Silvio sees them first - a half-dozen young people 'flying in the air like it's a totally normal thing. Four females, two males, all dressed like goths or punks and wearing leather biker jackets.
They quickly descend, faces twisting into bestial, monstrous expressions, fangs bared.
ROLL: Amy rolls finesse+1 for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 4 5 1 1 -- d6)
ROLL: Silvio rolls finesse - 1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 3 4 7 -- d10)
ROLL: Ashley rolls Finesse for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 3 2 1 -- d8)
Hector sings along with Silver, "Many years from now/Will you still be sending me a Valentine/Birthday greetings bottle of wine..." He rubs the short hairs where cash's curls once were. He goes pale at the laugh, "Fuck! Everyone inside! Doors locked! Restraints! Gags! Prepare for battle!"
ROLL: Arthur rolls Finesse +1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 5 1 4 6 2 -- d6)
ROLL: Zane rolls brawn+1 for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 2 2 3 8 5 -- d8)
Silvio looks up as the goths are flying... I bet they jumped out of a tree or something, trick of the light. He goes *whaaaa* though as he stumbles forward and like a sack of potatoes falls face first into the grass, the flashlight rolling out of his hand the beam of yellow light splashing over the yard until it's pointing in his direction, blinding him, and cashing long shadows over the lawn.
ROLL: Silvio rolls spirit for: : x1 : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 2 1 3 -- d6)
ROLL: Silvio rolls spirit for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 3 4 2 2 -- d6)
Silver sits bolt upright and her eyes are wide at the sound of that laughter. The joint is set in an ashtray and she stands up. But she doesn't go anywhere. Instead she stands in front of Cash, fists balled, frowning at the door in worry. She sways but doesn't go running. "You'll be fine, I've got you," But it is hard to tell if she is talking to Cash or herself.
Arthur gets shoved from Amy to Zane, though he shouts, "Save Silvio, not me!" to his twin brother-- out of selflessness? Or jealousy?
"Nobody wants an immortal advice columnist!" Probably jealousy.
ROLL: Amy rolls Spirit for: : x1 : x3 (Set) -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 8 2 8 8 -- d8)
ROLL: Ashley rolls Spirit for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 3 2 6 5 -- d6)
She could hold them both, really. Not overly well, but, that's why she is laying across them both, or was. When Esme drops down again to nestle in on Lana, the blonde wraps her arm around her sister, keeping her upper body on James' lap as much as possible, so now he essentially has two women on his lap. Lucky James. "No biting Lana's allowed, by anyone... unless it's for fun and you know, kinky times and not to drink my blood or kill me or anything of that nature..." Pause. "Other than you, Ez. Just no biting at all. That would be too weird, even for our family."
Silvio blinks his eyes blearily as he pushes up and begins hyperventilating. Those weren't just drugged up goths... They were monsters! Dressed and drugged up goths. The advice columnist who is immortal via his writing begins to scramble towards the house. He's got on some crappy shoes, no traction, brown slacks, and a t-shirt with dress stains on it now. He doesn't even stop to try and pickup the flashlight while yelling, "Holy shit, close the door... Close the door, open a window for me!"
ROLL: Silvio rolls finesse -1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 9 4 6 -- d10)
Ashley helps Amy throw Arthur at Zane - her strength made all the difference - and she even has a chance to get inside herself. But someone is in danger. A stranger, sure, but still a human...for now. She stares up at the flying vampires, swallows nervously, her mouth working to say something but she can't find the air to speak. This is not a good reality to be in. Ashley continues to stand and stare instead of helping.
ROLL: Amy rolls Spirit + 1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 4 6 3 1 3 -- d8)
George clings to the open door, making 'hurry up' gestures with her hand as Arthur is shoved back inside. She glances down at the stake Marianne offers her, arches a brow, and then shrugs and takes it. "I'd feel a lot better if this was a gun or lead pipe or something..." To Marianne's question, she shrugs. Not her family, not her problem. "It wasn't Code Red before?" Still, as he falls, she inhales through her teeth. "Oh shit. Not good." His advice isn't bad, and she closes the door a little, but is reluctant to close it until her cousin is back inside. "Fuck's sake Amy, get in! Morrison will kill me if I let you kill yourself."
Zane pales at the laughter, grabbing his twin when Amy shoves him that way and dragging him bodily back inside. And then Silvio's tripping, and Zane glances from one brother to the other like a puppy between two competing strips of bacon. There's even a whimper. "Silvio!" he exclaims, but that's a clear instruction from his older brother. Art first. Art needs duct tape. Lots of duct tape. Everywhere.
Was that Silvio's voice? Silver blinks in surprise, glances at the duo on the couch, then she is moving to a window closest to the door. She heard him say open a window and she's moving to do just that. "SILVIO! HERE!" But he is still quite a ways from the house and she is staring in horror at the scene outside.
Amy Lester didn't believe in vampires. But then she sees it, and she sees it properly. Everyone had been talking about it. Everyone had suggested it. Everyone else knew it. And when it dawns on her that it's all actually real because it's right in front of her face, she ... just simply accepts it. A brow lifts up, and huh. It's all true. And Silvio is doing whatever adults do in this kind of situation, she doesn't even know, but she is stepping back to reach out for him even as she sort of grins at the creatures. She really should be afraid, but she's strangely calm, and itching for a fight.
"Fuck. Off." She says in a dangerously calm voice, and the smile that curves onto her lips is something wolfish. Predatory and eager, almost, even in the face of that monstrous appearance. She even steps towards them, confident and calm as she moves to reach for Silvio. Stupid Silvio.
Jade is waiting with duct tape. Years from now, when Arthur is a well known music icon, Jade will tell stories of how at that one party once... He gets the feet first, winding the duct tape around Arthur's ankles. "Sorry, Art. I totally had a crush on you, like, throughout high school, and I never had the guts to say it, and I just want you to know --" schriiiiiiiiip "-- that I hold you in the highest esteem." He's pretty thorough with the legs before he tells Zane, "Help me get his wrists."
"Hey, this is my first time with bloodthirsty necksuckers. It's Code Red for me now," Marianne says, as she goes to the doorway and shivers hard, her eyes widening as she gets there in time to see Silvio struggling to get toward the house. "Silvio!" She cries out, taking in a deep breath. There were already people running outside, no need to sacrifice herself just yet. Amy was definitely more capable than she was. "You guys!" She says, urgency in her tone before she turns around to see Jade duct taping Art. "Well, finally."
There's a weak sound from Mona as she turns, looking to Esme and Lana. "Ladies, I... you're the ones who live here. Who could let them in." Maybe it's the bruise and the ache, but she sounds more apologetic than she might otherwise. "Esme, did you want... " Her eyes flick in the direction of the gags -- but that leads her gaze back toward the door.
"All of you, get the fuck inside, now! Somebody help me get these chains and straps together!"
Cash has been silent and still with his eyes closed. Only his panicked breathing shows he is alive. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it." He says quietly. Only Hector can possibly hear him speaking. "Don't let me hear it. Don't..."
The six vampires glide down and land on their feet, smooth as silk, hair blowing in the wind. They roughly surround Silvio where he's sprawled and scrambling on the lawn.
"Someone order takeout?" says a young blonde man with wavy hair, dressed quite colorfully. The others laugh. Fran steps closer, but then Amy is there and threatening them. Five take a single step back away from Amy, but Fran holds her ground, hissing, fangs bared. So many white, sharp teeth.
Arthur makes distressed noises at the indignity of it all, especially the tying down part. "Et tu, Brute?" he directs at Zane. To Jade, he promises, "I'll eat you last," as he's tied up.
"Maybe you should," Lana whispers to Esme when Mona suggests the gag, silently. "You're resisting, but it's getting harder, I can tell." She reaches out for one of the gags that had rolled this way earlier, grasping it in her fingers. She holds it out to Esme, an apologetic look in her eyes for even having to offer such a thing.
Silver screams out the window, gripping the sill tightly, as she sees the vampires surround her news mentor. "NOOO!" And she can project. Choir and all that. "Leave him alone!" Yet for all it seems like she is about to leap from the window outside, she doesn't. Gritting her teeth and glaring hard at the vampires. She knows going out there is stupid and so she holds her ground. For now.
Esme is frustrated as well as strained by temptation and fear because she can't //do// anything without being a liability. Which is also made very clear when Mona points out that it's both Lana and herself that have the technical permission as the dwellers to invite them in, perhaps. She eyes the gag when it's suggested, then her sister, then she kind of looks like she wants to die on principle before putting up no argument, as guilt requires, "Yeah, Lana. Please." Her foot bounces hard as she listens to the commotion at the door and outside it and she closes her eyes hard with squeezing before sitting up enough to allow muting.
And if she was ever internally wishing Landon was here now, she most CERTAINLY is not wishing that NOW given what she's about to look like. Her brows knit suddenly and she murmurs before she's silenced, "... maybe that means they're okay if they're here, Landon and Lucas." She tries to sound hopeful but who knows how much ground can be covered or where these things have been before or where they'll go after. She just wanted to say one good thing before she's lost the ability to say anything for a while.
Silvio is surrounded by vampires, the scrambling advice columnist looks right, looks left as the grass doesn't give him much purchase. The man hears a snarl and goes, "ffffffffffffff" only it's Amy then the vampires all take a step back and he tries to get to his feet only to look up at the back of the vampire baring its fangs at the Lester. He's almost onto his knees on the lawn, looking disheveled and those eyes wide as they get. You'd think he was drugged up if he wasn't such a foggie.
"It-it's going to be okay," James reassures Lana when he suddenly finds a second twin dragged down into his lap, the look on his face insisting quite the opposite, that things will be far from okay, until it's mercifully washed away with confusion and awkwardness and a brief stretch of coloring at the conversation that follows. He winces occasionally at the noises coming in from outside, and occasionally twitches as though about to rise to his feet, but is held in place where he's been tucked into the corner and pinned beneath the weight of Reed twins. "Are we..." he pauses for a second and then gulps. "Are we sure they can't come in? Really sure?"
The suggestion of the gag for Esme elicits another wince, but there's an unsurprised look on James face that suggests the thought had occurred to him, too. He was certainly not about to suggest it, though -- far better that it comes from Lana. "Did you--" there's a pause as James flails about in search of something to talk about, anything but the chaos going on around them or the growing need for him to bolt out the door. "Did you ever get the uh... test on those water samples back?" he asks Lana in an attempt at distraction, directing his gaze everywhere but out the window or door.
Hector says, "Silver, please, please sit down. I can't tackle you while sitting on Cash." He looks over his shoulder, really alarmed at the sounds coming from outside and the vicinity of the door. And Silver is running for a window. Silver. Who drank. Whether her intention is good or not, that is a bad place for his sister to be. he yells a frustrated, "Fuck!" Because he can't grab both. He shivers when he hears Amy use that tone and he quietly starts praying. It can't hurt at this point and there's always a chance God exits despite all the eidence as he puts Cash's ear plugs in Cash's ears."
Zane has some distressed noises of his own to make, but he keeps hold of Art until sufficient binding's done, helping Jade where he can. Particularly when he's actually asked to. "Don't eat *any* of us!" he protests, "And um. Brother's keeper?" He recognizes the accusation, at least, he must've been paying attention in class. "Okay we should. Restrain the others' legs? And protect them. In here." A look to Mona, mistress of most restraints at present, but he's nearly vibrating with worry about the others still outside.
ROLL: Amy rolls Brawn for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 3 6 1 5 -- d6)
George lets out a string of swears, each one more colourful than the next, as she watches Amy head towards danger instead of out of it. "Stop being a fucking hero!" She's back in the doorway, bouncing on the balls of her feet, fighting the losing urge to stay inside. "Hey! Fuck-Face!" she calls out, trying to distract these weirdos long enough to help Amy break away. And the old dude too, if necessary.
ROLL: Amy rolls Brawn for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 1 5 4 3 -- d6)
[SPEND] Amy has spent 3 GP for reason: Reroll
ROLL: Amy rolls brawn for: : x1 : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 3 5 4 2 -- d6)
"You should trade me for Silvio," Arthur suggests to Zane even as he's being restrained, "He's innocent. I've already drunk twice."
"I understand, and I'm honored," Jade tells Arthur. He ties up the rocker's wrists with the duct tape. "I really didn't want it to be this way. I mean, I'm seeing someone anyway, but I've always thought you were really awesome." And the perfect time to tell him this is while binding him with duct tape. "Some day, we're going to look back on this and laugh. It'll be great."
ROLL: Ashley rolls Brawn-1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 2 8 3 -- d10)
"Art, I love you, man, but-" Mona's head shakes; tears are starting in her eyes. She can hear the commotion out in the yard, and worse, she can see Zane's face. She doesn't have to see what's happening outside. It's enough. "-please shut up." Her voice is barely a whisper as she picks up one of the gags, and makes her way over to Esme, Lana, and James. "I'm sorry. I really am. Just know that if anybody ever breathes a word of this to anybody, I will fucking ruin them. OK?" It's probably meant to sound kind, before she's rushing back to the bag to pull out some chains. At this point she is well past fucking around, and pulls a pair of cuffs -- heavy leather, padded, and relatively comfortable, considering, but with solid steel D-rings ready for a real padlock -- from the bag on her swing back. "Here." Then she's reaching for a lock.
Amy watches the vampires take a step back and her grin even widens. All except one. The schoolyard bully isn't really down with people rising to challenge her. She's all about people being afraid of her, so the one not intimidated gets a frown. "Alright good, I'm glad you got that out of your system," she says in the face of the hissing, strangely unconcerned. "Now let me respond in kind," and then she's going for the swift punch, the hook that more than a few of the people back in that house have been on the receiving end of and ... completely misses. It's surprising, but she's recovering quickly enough. "Fast," she comments. It really only pisses her off more, but she can kind of respect that.
Arthur struggles against Jade's tapings! "Um!" He wants to say a lot more but Mona's threatening him with a gag. "This has gotten really weird really fast, okay! I just want to be a creature of the night, not an extra at a fetish party!"
Ashley shakes her head to clear her stupor before glaring at the vampires. "You are not invited into this house! You are //never// invited into this house!" A surge of pride at the way Amy can make even monsters step back. She's fully expecting her girlfriend to then beat up that terribly dressed woman with the bad teeth. Except she doesn't. The bitch is fast! So, like many a Freeland before her, Ashley charges into the fray with what seems to be the martial art of windmill punching. Is she even looking at her target through those clenched eyes and slightly turned head?
The five younger vampires stay that extra step back, cautious, but still feral and baring fangs. Fran takes another step closer, but her attention is no longer on Silvio. He and Ashley could likely bolt for the house right now without her noticing, because she's all about Amy.
"Interesting," Fran growls, grinning - or sneering - with all those sharp, white teeth. And then Amy takes a swing at her, which Fran dodges with alarming speed and grace, her own hand whiping out to catch said punch. Ashley's punch is likewise caught. Holding both girls' hands in her own, she shoves them back into the wall of the house.
Lana nods and starts trying to figure out this contraption she hadn't even known existed before this evening. Looking to James, she asks, "do you know how to..." Turning it over in her hand she says, "okay... this part goes in your mouth I think. Then I buckle it behind? Here." She hands the ball to Esme to place between her own teeth so she can do the buckling. This means shifting on James a little, temporarily giving him more freedom to move, though she tries to make that brief. Nodding to him, she says, "it will be okay. It will."
While buckling the gag in place, Lana tries to assure Esme, even though tears spring to her eyes at having to do this to her sister. She smooths Esme's hair away from her face. "They will be. They have to be okay. I'll try to check on them as soon as I can." Finishing, she gives a soft kiss to Esme's hair and rests against James again, holding Esme in her arms. "We're sure. That's what the Chen man said. Right?" Right. She took notes. "Oh, she said I didn't get enough samples. And the one from the pipe she said didn;'t have much in it, cuz I ran. We can try again, after.. when.. "When all this isn't going on. She nods to Mona, then is handed a pair of cuffs. Looking at them, then back up to Mona. "Do you have two sets?" She isn't quite looking at the chains yet.
ROLL: Amy rolls brawn+1 for: : x1 : x1 : x3 (Set) -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 3 6 6 1 6 -- d6)
ROLL: Ashley rolls Brawn-1 for: : x1 : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 0 (Raw: 8 2 1 -- d10)
Jade tests the bindings on Arthur's wrists, making sure they're nice and strong. "Pff, extra? You're the star of this show, man. Anytime you walk into the room, it's you everyone's watching. Everyone wants to be you, or with you. There's so much to live for. Once you're out of this podunk town, there'll be no stopping you. I mean that. I believe you've got what it takes to go all the way." So ketamine makes Jade talk a lot, that's a thing. "But right here, right now, yeah, gonna have to truss you up. Please don't hate me, you're really cute."
Arthur, were he not compelled to escape and run out, might have agreed with Jade. But all he does is struggle and snarl, his pretty face contorted into a bestial rictus.
ROLL: Esme rolls spirit+1 for: : x3 (Set) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 3 (Raw: 1 4 5 1 1 -- d6)
Amy inclines her head just slightly as Fran's got ahold of her fist, and she's ready to just start kicking at the vampire's shins. She's vaguely aware of Ash being there, though, and that -- that actually worries her. She's caught a touch off guard and she's hurled away and into the wall.
Thankfuly Amy Lester knows how to take a beating. It's just another thing that comes with the family name. She hits the wall with a grunt and stumbles off it for half a second before quickly bringing her guard up. "Get the fuck back inside, Ash," she hisses under her breath, glancing aside at the other teenager -- only to notice she's struggling a bit more, and she's reaching for Ash to try and help her up.
All of the disturbance, the yelling, the thumps of people hitting the house during fray, the commotion, the SOUND of Fran's voice out there, it's getting to Esme just as much as the idea of what's about to happen. Because it's bad enough it has to happen, it's bad enough she's guilty in such a way to make this happen, but being silent and maybe even bound is vulnerable feeling in spades given everything currently going on. And Lana's eyes are shimmering with wet apology, and she's asking James for help, and Mona is here looking all Mona, which makes her self-conscious about the whole thing and... and...
Nope. She's Esme. She's NOT going to domino effect into tears after seeing her sister's eyes or get upset, she did this, she made choices, now she's paying prices, they all are, and this price is negligent if it means she doesn't invite a damn thing into that house for everyone else. After managing a smile on delay for Mona's promise of future asskickery, she sits up straighter and steels herself after a checking look at James, just in case he's feeling as much struggle as she is inside, suddenly, telling her sister, "... whatever you have to do... do it. Love you, sissa."
Ashley is geuninely shocked that her powerful 'punch' was easily caught by Fran. "Get your hand off me, skank!" She should be careful what she wishes for, as she is soon flying through the air and slamming into the wall of the house. That hurt. She crumples to the ground, gasping for breath, barely aware of Amy's presence. A hand is offered and she clutches for it. "Are you okay" she squeaks out at Amy. "Oh no...the holy water!" Are the bottles in her backpack still intact?
ROLL: Silvio rolls brawn +2 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) : x2 (Pair) : x1 -- Match Value: 2 (Raw: 3 1 3 7 8 7 -- d8)
ROLL: Silvio rolls finesse for: : x2 (Pair) : x1 : x1 -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 1 10 1 8 -- d10)
House and a welcoming window or two people being dominanted by the blonde vampire chick. The roadies seem to have backed off a bit, no one is paying attention to him. So he pulls his casette tape recorder out of his back pocket. It's big like almost the size of his forearm kind of big and tries to bludgeon Fran on the back of the head only to shout, "Someone call the cops inside, jesus christ! Make some noise, holler... Get the nieghbors to come check." then whether he actually helped or not, his civic adult duty done, he begins to bolt for the window and the crowd of teens in the house.
Silver leans forward but doesn't go out the window. "Get inside you fools!" She shouts before Silvio goes to hit Fran and Ashley crumples. "NO!" But then Silvio is running for window and she holds out her hands to help him inside. Pulling and shoving to get him through as fast as possible so she can slam the window closed and locked again.
Marianne watches Fran throw Ashley and Amy like she's throwing a couple of rag dolls around. "Silvio!" She screams again, poised by the door with her stake in hand. Periodically her leg moves as if she's seriously thinking about running out there to help him. As soon as he hits Fran, she backs off. She moves back a few steps and begins to shake, her eyes brimming with tears. "George, come inside!" She manages, crawling back toward a wall and beginning to breath fast. "Everybody get inside, come on!"
George grabs an object from the bookshelf, one that she hadn't already thrown to the floor. Stepping one foot over the threshold, one still inside, she tries to chuck the thing in the general direction of Fran and the vampires. Maybe she should have actually shown up for a PE class or two? "Hey! Assholes! Fucking morons!" She's just trying to buy Amy enough time to get herself inside.
Looking increasingly uncomfortable and fidgety by the passing second, James remains in place in his corner and grimaces as he watches Lana prepare to gag Esme, just in case. He chews on his lower lip, then stares vacantly at Lana's request for him to help with the task of ballgagging her sister. There's a pause, and then he blinks defensively at her. "Wh-why would I know anything about gagging people?" he asks her with a mixture of offense and laughter that comes with a levity in stark contrast to the bumps and snarls and other noises coming from without, and the protesting of Arthur and Cash where each have been restrained and seen to.
For all his protest, he assists Lana with a fresh grimace, holding one of the straps before positioning it to facilitate the buckling around the back of Esme's head. "Maybe... maybe I should wear one too," he supposes with obvious reluctance, dragging his feet on the suggestion which seems to offer little benefit at first, save for a display of solidarity and sympathy with the Reeds. Instead, he shakes his head and then reaches into his pocket, coming a way with a dinky, translucent plastic squirtgun, more of the dollar-store variety than the supersoaker class, and offers it to Lana. "I don't know if it does any good," he keeps worrying at his lip. "But maybe it will keep you safe?"
Pulling Ashley up to her feet, Amy just makes a snarling sound in frustration. "Move," she shouts at the other teen, shoving her towards the house. She's only a smidge more gentle than she was with Arthur earlier on, but with Silvio seeming to have his situation under control, she's going to practice the better part of valor right here. Nothing like getting thrown fifteen feet to change your perspective on something.
"We have to save that old guy" Ashley offers meekly to Amy but doesn't make any attempt to resist being guided inside. She hurts all over. Her pride has taken a beating too. She more stumbles than steps inside. "I think I bruised a rib."
Silvio kabongs Fran on the back of the head with his recorder and she hunches and hisses reflexively. As everyone outside scrambles to get inside, she and the other five start stalking forward towards the house. Fran makes an easy sidestep when George throws something at her, and while the five younger vampires stay at the patio's edge, Fran walks right up to the front door.
But no further.
"Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!" she calls in her English accent.
It's only Esme and Lana's house, so only they can actually make a proper invite, right? Zane takes a fraction of a second to consider what degree of sure he understood that right he is, and claps his hand firmly over his twin's mouth. Surely not for the first time in their lives, though it may have been a few years at this point.
The door got closed and really Silvio already did his good deed so whether the girl are faster or not, if he's the first to the window he dives into Silver's waiting arms and then hits the floor with an *oof*.
Jade clucks his tongue and murmurs to the snarling Arthur, "I know, I know. It sucks. I feel for you, man. I really do" To Zane, he says, "You want me to get a ball gag or..." Schriiiiiiiiiiiiiiip?
"Well, I haven't disappointed anyone in at least a week," Mona mutters to herself as she swallows a breath, squeezing her eyes shut. "Yet." When her eyes open, it's to roll heavenward with a look that reads 'fuck my life' in no uncertain terms. It's James' quiet request that drags her attention back from the brink of what's destined to be Yet Another Dubious Idea, and she glances down to the pile of gags in the bag. Snatching one, she tosses it over. They're a softer type, meant to allow someone to bite down if they really have to, without straining the jaw.
The sound of the voice at the door has her reaching into the interior of her jacket coil around something secreted away there before she even turns back around. "We don't want a copy of The Watchtower!" she snaps in the direction of the door.
Arthur can only mrfle at both Zane and Jade!
"NO!" Silver screams at Fran as she slams the window closed and flicks the lock. She turns from the window to crouch and give Silvio a quick-hug. "Are you okay? Nothing broken?" Her voice is high and tense.
"Shit," George hisses as her throw doesn't even seem to phase the head vampire. "Yeah, yeah," she calls to Marianne, but for all her blase tone, she's quick at stepping back behind that threshold. She's still waiting until Amy and Ashley getting inside before she's willing to slam that door behind them. At the sound of Fran's voice, she stumbles back a few more steps, and lifts that stake, thinking it feels pretty good to have a weapon right now.
"I love you too, Ez," Lana says, her voice cracking slightly. James asks her why he would know how to use one of these things and all she does is shrug. "I just, I dunno." But he helps her, and she is grateful, her fingers trembling slightly as she works. This is not something she ever thought she would have to do, especially to her sister. She's trying to be calm through all this, focusing primarily on Esme and James while the others take care of each other... or fight vampires. These two are 'her people'. No offense to her other friends, of course.
Once Esme is gagged, James offers her that squirtgun. She looks at it, then to him, and asks, "what is it?" She doesn't refuse it, putting it inside her leather fanny pack (so stylish) with her other weapons so she can help James with the gag or cuffs or whatever. "Keep us safe. I am making sure we all get through tonight." Then there is that Big Bad Vampire call from outside. Lana's answer is, "fuck no."
Arthur would never had invited them in had he not been so helpfully gagged. Truly.
"We did save that old guy," Amy mutters as she pushes Ash inside and gets back in herself, making sure the door is closed. She gives George a big thumbs up as she finds a bit of wall to lean against, catching her breath a sec. Her anger has sort of evaporated in the face of getting actually wrecked out there, though she seems to have achieved her goal. She's remaining right by the door, but there is a roll of her eyes. She's still not especially scared by the vampires; something just kind of happened out there that had her accepting this reality as a simple matter of fact. "Yeah, cuz that's gonna fucking happen." She mutters, mostly to herself in the face of Fran's request, snickering a moment at Mona's answer.
Marianne immediately goes over to Silvio and hugs him, some of her tears starting to spill over onto her cheeks. Not that she might /like/ any of her cousins or anything. She backs away and stairs over at the door, shivering all over. "Sucks to be them, I guess. They can fly and suck our blood, but they can't just come in here and take what they want." Again, is she reassuring the others or herself at this point? She stays close by Silvio's side, looking toward George. "There are more stakes in the backpack if we ever get a chance to turn any of these fuckers into a pile of dust."
It doesn't matter what Esme feels hearing Fran's voice, it doesn't matter that her blood is burning inside, she can't make the invite even if she wanted to. And for as much as being gagged by James, Lana, and Mona assisting is not desireable, she feels some dual relief in it too. It takes the option from her, for everyone. And that's okay enough for her to sit still and tense as all get out while enacting self-control with the aid of muting. Her teeth do bear down some, though, on the gag.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR OR WE'LL SLAUGHTER EVERYONE YOU LOVE AND WEAR THEM LIKE SUITS!" yells Fran from the other side of the door.
Hector calls, "Better safe than sorry on the gags! Is everyone okay?"
Silver is suddenly sitting down hard on the ground by Silvio. Pressing her back to the wall and putting her hands over her ears. Trying to drown out Fran's yelling. "Silvio! You have to call aunt Nancy!" She suddenly says, head snapping up. And she move to grab his hand as she surges towards the Reed phone.
Lana's hand clenches in a fist and she glares at the door, her other arm holding Esme close. "Not tonight, Blood sucker! Go. The. Fuck. Away!!"
Cash isn't gagged. He's been a silent burrito, praying along with Hector. With Fran close and screaming, he yelps. This is a Freeland home. He is a Freeland. "She'll kill us either way." He whispers his lament.
That skank is not a nice person! Ashley finds an unbroken bottle of holy water in her pack and takes off the lid. "Amy, open the door on three" she whispers, "And I will throw this on her. She can't come in. She's a sitting duck." This is a genius plan! To the group she adds, "Any drinker who isn't gagged, gag them." Then a nod to Amy as she prepares to douse Fran on three.
Silvio looks at Silver, looks at Marianna and calls out, "Leave the fucking kids alone, you freaks! They don't have anything to do with your clove smokes and leather pants. Go do some more quaaludes and get off the fucking lawn." he might be hollering but he isn't very confident. The teens all seem to know what's going on, but being the adult in the room clearly some aggressive shouting is for the best even as he gives Marianna a hug. "What the fuck is going on in here, girl?"
Hector growls, "If we call the cops, including Aunt Nancy they will kill and eat them or use them as hostages. Someone stop silver!" He starts cursing, "Someone hand me a gag!"
"Jesus Fuck, Amy, don't scare me like that," George calls to her cousin, but then flashes her a very brief grin. The scream from the door cuts her grin short though, and she glances sidelong. "Jokes on them. I don't love anyone," she mutters to anyone, before nodding to Marianne. "FUCK OFF!" she calls back more loudly. She tosses the stake from one hand to the other. "Maybe it's our lucky day."
Outside the door, Fran pounds away on it for a moment, then stops.
Having collected herself, she says, "You can't hide forever. You're teenagers, you'd die of boredom if you never went out at night ever again. I mean, what about Prom? You're making this harder on yourselves than it needs to be. But fine. Suit yourselves. This isn't over."
"Don't, Ash. Just ... no." Amy says with a shake of her head. She's not going to open the door at the very least. "No. You fucking terrified me out there, you know. Besides, I once heard someone say 'an open door is an invitation' or something." She does wince a little at the threat from Fran outside the door, still keeping her lean here on the thing. "Did you see the way they were scared of me though?" She quips with a brief grin at George. "We just get rid of the big bad bitch and I'm sure the rest would piss their pants and leave us alone."
"Anybody in here know how to shoot?" Mona asks as nonchalantly as she can manage, her voice quiet. "There's another flare gun in the bag, under the gags." Another? Oh, so that's what she's white-knuckling under the biker jacket. It's then she sees that Silvio's made it inside, and lets out a long, slow breath. In, out. Slow. Steady. When she forces herself around again, she strolls over toward Jade, Zane, and Art, and sinks to a crouch beside the bound guitarist. She looks down at him for only a beat until Fran's next volley comes through.
Then, she snaps her head up to look at Zane; her hand skims from the handle of the flare gun to his arm in an instant. "It's gonna be all right. Silvio got inside, too. She wouldn't be screaming at a closed door if she could get in on her own, all right?"
"MMMMMMMF!!!" Arthur tries to yell at Fran. Translation: "NO, WAIT."
"Prom is over rated, I didn't even have a date to prom. Goes to show what you know, you crazy bitch." Silvio calls out after the banging stops, only to look at the kids near him and says, "House prom this year, right guys?"
Spear has been present, but in another room. Since Thistles basically make weird happen wherever they go, he has gotten entirely distracted doing...something with some napkins over there. Making a scale model of a vampire bat. It might come in useful. You never know. Hector and Silver and Jade made him promise to behave, and he REALLY is.
"That is what I'm saying!" Cash says, almost as if he's trying to stage an argument for letting them in. "How are we supposed to stop them..." Cash finally opens his eyes. "Ashley? Are you alright?"
Silver has the phone in hand but stops at Hector's words. Looking from it and back. "They have guns?" She says weakly. But she does hang it back up and slides down the wall with a sigh. Burying her head in her knees and wrapping arms around them.
Marianne can't help but laugh very slightly at Silvio; probably it's more nerves than anything. "What's going on in here? Well... those vampires are... they attacked us..." She can't even eloquently put it into words, especially not when she looks around at everyone who is duct-taped, tied, and otherwise restrained/medicated. She takes in a deep breath. "They can't come in unless they're invited and the others..." She motions towards the ones who are restrained. "Uh, well they drank vampire blood. Don't ask me about details, I didn't do that. All I know is that Art wants to become a vampire."
Outside, the wind blows harder for a moment, all of Mrs. Reed's wind chimes going off in a cacophony, then it dies down again.
Outside the windows, they're gone.
Arthur is a goth-metal musician, he's already halfway there.
"No, hon -- I have two flare guns," Mona calls over to Silver, even if she isn't turning her head to look in that direction just yet. "Not parting with one of them, though there's a spare. I think there are some squirt guns with, well. Holy water?"
Ashley is rather disappointed that Amy won't open the door but it sounds like Fran is leaving anyway...or is she? These vampires are tricky beasts. Still, the open door argument may hold some weight. "An open window wouldn't" she pouts before offering a smile to Amy. "I saw. You were awesome." Ashley steps forward and kisses Amy hard on the lips. In front of everyone!! "You're my hero" she purrs when the liplock breaks before nodding to Cash. "I'm fine. How the fuck did you ever drink with those people in the first place? They're like...ten years out of fashion."
Jade eyes Silvio. "Damn. I should've brought 'ludes," he says. "I could kick myself." He leans against the wall and toys with the duct tape he's pulled. "This is frankly freaking me the fuck out," he tells Arthur. Poor Arthur. "I mean I'm kind of floating right now, and I feel like I'm disassociating a little, so it's like I'm freaked out, but I'm not? This is some real heavy shit, man."
Zane keeps his hand *firmly* over Art's mouth, 'cause it doesn't take Einstein to know nothing coming out of his twin's lips is anything any of them want anyone to hear right now. A fair bit of his tension fades when the door closes and Silvio's inside, but it takes the touch on his arm and Mona's words to get him to take and release a slow breath, and nod. "Like Mr. Chen said," he agrees quietly.
And then-- silence outside. Are they really gone? He's not going to let his brother talk again for a while anyway. Just to be safe.
Cash shrugs. "It was dark?" When the chimes go silent, Cash exhales with relief. "Can I be un...unwrapped now? I'm fine. I s-swear..." Lip twitch.
George moves to the window, standing beside it to peer out, around, and then up at the sky. "Looks like they might have actually left. Holy shit, you guys, we actually fought them off," she says in disbelief. 'We'.
"Wants to become a vampire?" says Spear about Art, puzzled, as he steps in with his napkin folded vampire bat "Oh, well, we'll adopt him then. All of the benefits, none of the drawbacks - we're very sexy, we don't go out in the day time, we wear black, we talk with dead people, and animals like wolves, snakes, and bats like us. We can get blood any time we want assuming no one's been embalmed yet, and our vehicles are - on average - much cooler. Also, we are not dick-butts, a fact I feel is much overlooked when discussing bikers. We also have a lower carbon footprint due to wearing on the whole less leather. Ecologically, ethically, and aesthetically, Thistles are the only way to go."
"Holy water," James finally answers Lana's question about the squirtgun, as every word that comes from outside the door brings a freshly cringing wince and an instinctive twitch to get up from the teen beneath her, who turns a sympathetic look to Esme. "It's only a matter of time before she tries to go after our parents," he realizes, then looks guilty almost immediately at the realization he's just thrown that burdensome thought onto the Reed twins. It's lucky enough that she hadn't gone after the adult Reeds for that invitation, already.
Arthur doesn't stop struggling, quite visibly upset from what can be seen on the parts of his face not covered by Zane's hand. The compulsion to leave has clearly not faded.
ROLL: Jade rolls spirit-1 for: : x1 : x2 (Pair) -- Match Value: 1 (Raw: 2 4 4 -- d6)
Esme can feel Fran's absence a little, somehow, perhaps, not just the eerie silence that comes after the chimes are through. She doesn't cry still, though, even as the threats are made, which is another reason she wanted the adults gone. But she can't protect them, so she just has to close her eyes. And her head shakes some if Lana tries to remove the gag, sticking with it as long as the compulsion is all riled up inside her, curled desperately to her sister in bundling until she eventually falls asleep with adrenaline and fear comedown. At least intermittantly.
It's the worst Reed House party like... ever. But they're all alive and not monsters, so that's nice. For now.
Whatever happens for the rest of the evening, Lana stays with Esme and James, trying to stay awake the whole time to keep an eye on everyone. Not just because of The Calling, but also because drugs. Everywhere. She does, at some point when she is sure it is okay to do so, go to the phone to try to call Lucas and Landon, to check on them.
And when morning comes, and the Call is gone? Well... she will make sure everyone helps them clean up before her parents get home.
Hector hugs Cash and kisses his cheek, "I told Mrs. hellenbrand three tiimes to stay inside before I left. just hang tight, okay?" He sighs, "Thank you, Silver. I know we've both meen doing our damnedest to get help, but right now, helping is staying put and hoping people stay inside." After some thought he says, "Tomorrow we throw out people's welcome mats, just in case." He snorts, "Jade, I don't think luudes and ketamine would be a good combination. Are you going to be okay?" People shooting up anything recreational kind of freaks him out, given he already knows people who got lost that way.
Amy is not against kissing Ashley right there. It's a hard, emotional thing and she's a roiling mess of emotions in the reality of vampires, which the more she thinks about it is actually a bit more weird. Despite her reactions in the moment. Fuck. There's another thumb's up for George afterwards and she looks back up. "Man, who ever thought you all were right," she mutters like it's very much put her out, and she shakes her head a moment before stepping forward to help, glancing at Art briefly, before Cash too, inclining her head.