Ita McNairee: och. reckon
xu's gaw her. *nods* ah'll phone em.
Myles Jordan: He nods and looks up at Jeremy.
"So, what do you do?"
Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Ita a moment.
"Yeah, he's got her still. Texted me this morning." His eyes move to
Myles. "I'm...well, an out-of-work bodyguard, actually."
Myles Jordan: He laughs a little at the irony.
"Yeah, so am I."
Ita McNairee: *the pikey gives Myles a look *
wha darlin.. yer nae really a fighten sort.. are ye? *she looks to her phone*
Jeremy Thomas: A grin. "It's a flooded
job market at the moment, apparently."
Myles Jordan: He grins at Ita and Jeremy.
"Yeah, well, I have specialized customers. Maybe someday I'll go back to
being a librarian. I was good at that, I like to think." Says the tanned
man that looks like he belongs outdoors.
Ita McNairee: *a beep of her phone. she looks
down*
Jeremy Thomas: He looks over at Ita as her
phone beeps, taking a drag from the cigarette. He exhales the smoke out his
nose, then looks over to Myles. "So, Ita said you're looking for a place
to stay."
Myles Jordan: "I am." He looks up at
Jeremy. Is he going to ofter? Will this place be safe?
Ita McNairee: och. *she reads off her text*
myles loves.. could ye use tha body tae.. ah dinnae kain.. trace back tae tha
betch.. she's.. dise.. dis en. dis.. en . coprerated? disencorprerated. fooken
huuge words.
Xu -> Jeremy Thomas: 3,3,9,6,9,
Xu -> Jeremy Thomas: 6,1,9,2,5,
Jeremy Thomas: He nods a little bit, looking
to Ita, then back to Myles. "Well, I haven't seen anything I don't like
yet." He smiles a little. "If you want, we've got a second bedroom.
Split the rent three ways. I've got the next two months paid, so you wouldn't
have to come up with anything for a while."
Myles Jordan: "I got money to pay you
with anyway. Thanks man, I appreciate it." He nods toward Jeremy, then
turns toward Ita. "Sure, but what's going to stop her from mind-fucking me
when I find her?"
Ita McNairee: *the pikey rumbles a word around
in her mouth and frowns, feeling a little stupid. finally she thrusts the phone
at myles with a shrug* ee're librarian. ets fer ye.
Myles Jordan: He takes the phone and reads it.
"He sure can type alot in that phone of his. Maybe he's sitting at a
computer." He finishes reading, "So, should I message him back?"
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: she is a mind fucker but I don't know if she
can do such things while disincorporated
Xu -> Myles Jordan: precautions should be taken and you should make
the attempt from a warded location or one you can abandon immediately after the
attempt
Ita McNairee: aye loves. yer tha wan wie
questions
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns a little as the
phone gets passed around, taking a drag from his cigarette.
Myles Jordan: He sighs, "It takes so long
to type these things out... Okay, we should decide when we want to do this.
Should we go somewhere now?"
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: Tell Myles also to look for her True Name.
Her 'ren'. We may be able to destroy her permanently if we can find it. She is
known by the title Qetu the Evil-Doer.
Ita McNairee: darlin. *she cocks her head* ah
reckon effen ye feel oop tae et. stell knackered>
Myles Jordan -> Xu: txt: Mind protect.
would B nice. Evil me would be ~bad~ for ppl not me. R we on a timer?
Jeremy Thomas: "You get used to it
around him." He leans back in his couch a moment, then stands, moving into
the bedroom to get dressed, cigarette between his lips.
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: is ths Myles?
Myles Jordan: He types in a message to Xu and
hits the button to sent the message, "I'm up for it, but... an evil me
would be very bad for all of the people that are not me. Some sort of protection
against spirits or.. whatever she is, would be nice."
Myles Jordan -> Xu: txt: Y/fucker. Don't
send ppl 2 my home, k?
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu: Did you get that MSN?
It's coming up as undeliverable.
Ita McNairee: och *nibbles her lips* ah dinnae
kain ow tae dae tha.
Myles Jordan: He sends him another message,
and hits the button with a satisfied smile. "Oh, that's too bad."
Jeremy Thomas: "I can tell if you've
become corrupt, and disable you as harmlessly as possible," he calls from
the bedroom. "And heal any damage I might do."
Ita McNairee: *she plays with her toes a
little, touching her doggy nails and marvelling at them as she waits. trying
not to let her anxiety show through, her head cocks and she askes for the
phoone back with a gesture*
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: u said u wanted 2 save world. thought that
more important than feeding into ur paranoia.
Myles Jordan: "That would work, just as
long as you can bring me back. I don't wanna die because of this." He
stands up and wipes the rest of the sleep from his eyes.
Jeremy Thomas: "Dying wouldn't be part
of the equation, no," comes the voice.
Myles Jordan -> Xu: txt: (new cell phone
number) <- new num.
Ita McNairee: och darlin.. *she shakes her
head and touches his arm* we'll nae let ye die. *shakes head* nae.
Myles Jordan: He enters a short little phrase
into the phone, then hands it back to Ita. "Then let's do this."
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: u going 2 attack me if I come brief u?
Myles Jordan -> Xu: ((Is that going to new
number oor Ita's phone?))
Xu -> Xu: 7,1,3,7,3,2,1,
Jeremy Thomas: He comes out of the bedroom,
sliding his trenchcoat on over a crimson shirt. "Where are we doing this,
then?"
Xu -> Myles Jordan: ((New # 'swhy I sent it 2 u. *G*))
Xu -> Jeremy Thomas: 2,2,5,3,
Ita McNairee: och.. *she frowns at the txts
and shoves it in the satchel at her hip, shaking her head* aulrecht lads. .. Xu
comen over than?
Myles Jordan: Myles walks over to his coat and
picks out his own cellphone that is vibrating. "Bastard just can't talk
like normal people. We have to read this shit like it's prophecy." He
flips his phone open and reads what he sent, then laughs out loud, leaning
against the door frame. Then he starts to punch buttons into the phone qucily
with a large grin. "Hmm, I don't know. Do you want him to come over? Does
he know this place?"
Myles Jordan: (quickly*)
Myles Jordan -> Xu: txt: lol rofl i won't
attack you know me
Ita McNairee: darlins.. be nice. play nice
aulrecht? *she's frowning severely* we're awn tha same damned team.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks between them, his
posture stiffening, frowning a little.
Jeremy Thomas: "Fine." He nods a
little, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "He plays nice, I'll fucking play
nice."
Ita McNairee: ah'll throw another shoe. *she
does have one mocassin on still, threat not idle as she looks to myles*
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: where u at?
Myles Jordan: Myles was about to responce to
the playing nice comment, but then Jeremy beat him to it. He laughs and then
grins at Jer, "I was about to say the same thing. That's awesome."
Xu -> Xu: 10,4,4,9,6,8,7,
Myles Jordan: ((Oh wow, sorry about the
speech. My english is dying in my rush to multitask. I'm shutting things down
now, I promise. You have my full attention!))
Jeremy Thomas: A shrug, as he chain-lights a
new cigarette off the butt of the old. "I told you, Ita. I'll play nice,
okay?"
Ita McNairee: *her head dips and she pads
towards jeremy, nuzzling his chest and smoothing his back, a nod to myles.
alright... that's fine* aulrecht sweet loves *a kiss to the thin garous's
chest*
Myles Jordan: He starts to enter another
message into the phone, a grin on his face.
Myles Jordan -> Xu: txt: Jst lvng Jer's.
Jeremy Thomas: A suick smile to Myles, and
then he nods to Ita, putting an arm protectively around her...almost a little
possessively, for the first time since they've known each other.
Jeremy Thomas: ((quick))
Xu -> Myles Jordan: Txt: doesn't help me know where 2 meet u
Myles Jordan: "Where to? I have a hotel
rented in Queens, if that would do."
Ita McNairee: *she doesn't seem to mind,
though she does notice, little gypsy nipping him through his shirt and giving a
soft smile up to him, she cocks her head to myles* tha'd work aye? we could
load oop yer stuff afore han sae effen we've tae make a grande escape we're nae
deserten yer belongens?
Myles Jordan: "Sure. That'll work."
Head's down, and he's atypin'.
Jeremy Thomas: "That's fine." He
nods, leaning down to kiss the pikey's forehead. "Shall we?"
Myles Jordan -> Xu: txt: Hotel. Queens.
(Name of the hotel)
Xu -> Myles Jordan: txt: 10-4
Ita McNairee: *she nods, slipping the other
moccasin on and trundlingout to the hybrid*
Myles Jordan: He slides on his jacket and
shoes, then reads another message on his cell. "He'll meet us there."
He follows them out to the car and gets in last in the passenger seat.
Jeremy Thomas: He waits for Myles to leave,
then moves out, locking the door and catching up to move behind Ita. He looks
around as they move out onto the street.
Jeremy Thomas: 4,6,8,2,7,3,
Ita McNairee: (to queens?)
Jeremy Thomas: Satsified that there's no one
there, he moves around to the driver's side door, opening it and sliding in. He
plugs the stereo face in and loads in Eminem's 'Encore,' keeping the valoume
tolerable as they head out.
Jeremy Thomas: ((To Queens!))
Myles Jordan: (sure)
QUEENS HOTEL
Jeremy Thomas: The hybrid
pulls up to Myles's hotel, parking outside.
Ita McNairee: *she's rubbing one ot the
other's shoulders the entire way there. switching off, calm.. its ok, no
quarrel.. though jer gets a abit of extra attention as she hovers in the back
seat. once they stop she scrambles out jers side*
Myles Jordan: "I'll going to go grab my bag so that we can put it
away before we start. I'll be right back. Keep a look out for Xu." He
rushes inside.
Jeremy Thomas: He's out of the car instantly,
face impassive, as he lets Ita out, scanning the street and buildings as he
does so.
Jeremy Thomas: 6,10,3,2,6,6,
Ita McNairee: 8,8,5,9,
Xu Xian: He approaches the hotel, alert for any
ambushes
Ita McNairee: 8,8,5,9,
Xu Xian: He approaches the hotel, alert for any
ambushes
Myles Jordan: 4,7,9,
Xu Xian: 1,2,3,5,4,2,5,
Xu Xian: (with apt, that's a resounding 2 sux.
*G*)
Ita McNairee: *she resists the urge to
scramble to the top of the car to perch from a higher vantage once her claws
make a sicly scraape noise on the side of teh car. she whips around and starts
looking for xu, or more importantly.. baddies. grimacing a bit*
Xu Xian -> Xu Xian: 5,
Jeremy Thomas: ((Wow, that's the second-worst
Xu Per+Alert I've ever seen. *S*))
Xu Xian -> Xu Xian: 4,7,2,2,7,9,7,
Jeremy Thomas: He notes Xu as he approaches,
and shuts the car door, staying near Ita as he does so.
Xu Xian: ((He actually botched one once. It was
quite pathetic. *G* but serves him right for being hung over. ))
Jeremy Thomas: ((Yes, IIRC, that was the
worst I'd ever seen. *G*))
Myles Jordan: He rushes into his room,
realizes the cleaning folk must have come by because the room is looking much
better and his bottle of whiskey is hidden somewhere. He grabs his duffle bag
and rushes out again.
Xu Xian: It's one of those rare times that they
see him before he sees them.
Ita McNairee: *the pikey gives the big asian
man a tender smile. the only one he's going to get from this crowd*
Jeremy Thomas: That gives him some sense of
satisfaction, that he saw Xu first, and he remains where he stands at Ita's
side, watching the man approach with his arms crossed over his chest.
Myles Jordan: Myles rushes out of the building
carrying his duffel bag, and he heads toward Jer's trunk.
Myles Jordan: 2,2,2,
Jeremy Thomas: That gives
him some sense of satisfaction, that he saw Xu first, and he remains where he
stands at Ita's side, watching the man approach with his arms crossed over his
chest.
Myles Jordan: Myles rushes out of the building
carrying his duffel bag, and he heads toward Jer's trunk.
Myles Jordan: 2,2,2,
Xu Xian: He looks tired. Worn out, maybe. Like
he's not slept much in the past days.
Jeremy Thomas: ((What is it with the 3 2's
tonight? That's the second time I've seen that?))
Myles Jordan: And he doesn't see Xu... Or much
of anything really. The bag must be heavy.
Xu Xian: 4,4,4,3,3,10,8,
Xu Xian: (yeah, and 3 2's twice=my 3' 4's.
*G*))
Xu Xian: 1,10,8,3,8,5,6,6,
Jeremy Thomas: ((it's a strange, mathmatical
night. *S*))
Ita McNairee: *a strole to jeremy's side
before she jingles towards xu, voice quiet* ye aulrecht? *she murmers, eyes
concerned on his face*
Xu Xian: (that last was man+sub for those who
wish to pierce it. *G*)
Xu Xian: He nods to Ita, his expression bland.
He glances around. "You have a room or we heading somewhere else?"
Myles Jordan: He gets to the trunk, and calls
out, "Hey, can you open this thing for a sec?"
Jeremy Thomas: 3,4,2,3,2,2,6,
Xu Xian: When Myles speaks
he glances over at him, then back to the other two.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks from Xu to Myles, and
nods, frowning as he walks away from her side just long enough to unlock the
trunk for the man.
Xu Xian: 6,7,10,8,2,5,
Xu Xian: (that was per+emp to read this crowd.
*G*))
Jeremy Thomas: 10,1,5,2,6,9,3,
Jeremy Thomas: (('twas Man+Subt. Ah, well.))
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu Xian: He's being
exceptionally protective, and maybe even a little possessive, of Ita.
Deeefinitely more Jeremy then Dream. Very hostile toward Xu. He seems to like
Myles.
Myles Jordan: He throws the duffel into the
truck and slams it shut quickly.
Ita McNairee: *ita nods and gestures for the
asian man to come follow her into the hotel, smiling back at the other two*
Jeremy Thomas: He's right behind Ita as she
heads into the hotel.
Ita McNairee -> Xu Xian: ita's without
guile. she's worried about the hostility. excited and anxious about the cup.
and especially worried about the dynamic between xu and jer.
Xu Xian: (waiting on results of per+emp from
Myles and Ita))
Myles Jordan: He follows behind them all, and
then moves through them all to open the door to the room with his key. He
strides through the tiny one bed room and sits down in a chair btween the TV
and the AC.
Myles Jordan: 6,6,2,
Xu Xian: ((You guys, he hasn't entered the
hotel yet, still waiting on results from per+emp from Myles))
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: Myles has just
woken up, so thoughts are not exactly flowing freely yet.
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: Not asking about
thoughts, asking about emotions, which would be harder to hide if he's not
thinking yet. *G*
Ita McNairee -> Xu Xian: ((she's protective
of xu. jer as well. but xu mostly, as it looks like he's the one in the
doghouse)
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: ... I don't know
what the emotion would be called. The non-emotion. He has a purpose here, and
is doing it, sort of look.
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: So he's not feeling
any animosity toward Xu?
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: He doesn't look
like he's hiding some plot to backstab the guy or otherwise fuckrate him as
soon as they're out of the public eye?
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: I... don't know
what how someone would read a plot from a face, but there is no hatred toward
Xu.
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: People who are
hiding things show specific facial and body language.
Xu Xian: He draws in a deep breath and motions
for Myles to go ahead of him. No way he's letting either him or Jer get behind
him.
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: He's not hiding
anything more than normal. He is simply Myles walking into a hotel. If Xu were
not there, he would look the same.
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head as everyone
seems hung up* och.. loves? *she points into the hotel* we headen en?
Jeremy Thomas: He moves into the hotel
building behind Ita, eyes flicking around as he does so. He follows her to the
room.
Xu Xian: He trails all of them in, his
expression bland, slightly tired looking.
Myles Jordan: He opens the door and sits down
in the chair, as previously stated.
Myles Jordan: "Oh." Well, that was
silly. "Maybe someone should grab the skin."
Xu Xian: He looks around the
place before stepping inside.
Xu Xian: 8,5,1,4,10,5,6,
Xu Xian: "You're doing it from here?"
Ita McNairee: *she jingles in and leans on the
wall, waiting until everyone's inside to nibble her lip. * och. daft fookers..
aul o es. *shakes her head, giving a laugh*
Xu Xian -> Xu Xian: 10,1,7,6,4,
Jeremy Thomas: "We are." He grabs
the blanket off the car and heads toward the door. "Unless someone wanted
to see us carrying human skin through the hotel...thought this would be a
better idea."
Jeremy Thomas: ((Off the bed. Because the
blanket he put on the car is downstairs, of course. :P))
Ita McNairee: och good idea loves *she nods
and smiles to jer* thank ye darlin
Xu Xian: 8,3,9,5,9,8,4,7,
Myles Jordan: He takes a deep breath and looks
around the room.
Xu Xian: His face remains bland as Jer moves
past him with the blanket. He moves further into the room, circling around to
keep distance between himself and the others, winding up at the window.
Jeremy Thomas: He opens the trunk and pulls
up the carpet, stuffing the skin inside the blanket. He shuts the car door and
carries the blanket, folded up like a sack, over his shoulder in the door and
up to the room.
Ita McNairee: *she's watching xu, concerned*
Xu Xian: He pulls a box of Marlboros out from
his pocket and taps one out, then lights it up with some matches.
Xu Xian: He cracks the window a bit, and blows
the smoke out of it, waiting for Jer to get back.
Myles Jordan: He glances over at Ita. The
whore has a boyfriend. Dead whore. She just gets more and more gross, doesn't
she? Just think of her like a dog, Myles. Some kind of animal... He gets up to
look in a cupboard for his whiskey.
Xu Xian: When Jer does return, and the door is
shut, he says: "I'd like to commend you all on a job well done. I'm happy
to see you all handled yourselves so well in the conflict last night."
Xu Xian: 3,10,5,7,6,5,
Jeremy Thomas: In the door he goes, shutting
it behind him as he walks to the center of the room and dumps the contents of
the blanket on the floor. Mmmm....dead skin. He looks at it with some distaste,
and moves to the bed, tossing the blanket on it.
Xu Xian: (that's another per+emp guys))
Xu Xian: 9,6,4,7,5,2,3,6,
Xu Xian: (followed by another man+sub at the
sight of the skin))
Jeremy Thomas: 10,6,10,2,8,4,9,
Jeremy Thomas: ((Man+Subterfuge))
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: He is disgusted by
the skin, but trying to hide it.
Myles Jordan: He looks at the skin and takes a
deep breath.
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: (and by Ita as
well, it sounds like. *G*))
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu Xian: He seems to
accept the praise remarkably well, honestly seeming quite happy with it. It
seems to have relaxed him quite a bit.
Ita McNairee -> Xu Xian: pikey's grossed
out by the skin. go figure. and she's warm all over that xu's pleased. and
still protective. of everyone in the room. from each other. concerned about how
the skins going to hit him
Ita McNairee: *the pikey grimaces as the skins
slung about, skittering away from it. yuck*
Jeremy Thomas: He moves to stands next to Ita
again, arms crossing over his chest. He nods to Xu. "Thanks, Xu. I
appreciate that."
Jeremy Thomas: His arm slides around Ita's
waist as she skitters away from the skin, silently providing support for her.
Ita McNairee: *she smiles to xu, murmering*
thank ye loves. glad ye convinced tha lass tae gawn wie ye. reckon tha skenned
betch ded oos a favor en spooken 'er.
Xu Xian: He nods to Jer. "Genevieve is
safe, and I want to thank you all for that, as well. Unfortunately, I'm unable
to figure out how she knew where to be to intercept our quarry. I have an
incomplete understanding of how such magics work. Genevieve did a ritual to find
out who was scrying her, and got a prophecy that we four would lead Qetu the
Evil-Doer to her."
Myles Jordan: He walks over to the pile of
skin, then looks down at it with a hopefully blank expression, sighing again.
"Is everyone ready?"
Xu Xian: (Unable to figuer out how the enemy
knew))
Xu Xian: "I thought you wanted me to brief
you, Myles? I didn't plan on being here while you did it. I know how your kind
don't care for onlookers."
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns to that. "We
led it to her? Well, that's lovely to know, that she's following us. Especially
if the thing won't die."
Xu Xian: "I don't know which of us she was
following. Or if she has some way of simply casting out for a condition to be
met and then seizing on that opportunity."
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head again,
frowning* fook. well mayhaps tha betch 'as prophecy powers tae.. oor somethen
Myles Jordan: "More like I don't care.
It's not like you can learn anything you don't already know about me from what
I'm about to do. Brief us, and then we'll begin. If it matters at all, tracking
you folk is very easy. She could be tracking us right now."
Xu Xian: "I was hoping Myles would have
some theories."
Xu Xian: "Then if she
~is~ tracking us, it makes no sense for me to brief you in an unsecured
location."
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns, deeply. He knows
how easy it is for them to be tracked. "Is there anyone who ISN'T tracking
us, for Christ's sake?"
Myles Jordan: He turns around and puts his
hands to his hips, "And tracking isn't the right term. It's not like
following a trail or searching for clues. It's Scrying."
Xu Xian: "I do, howver, think that she may
be too busy trying to reform to waste time looking in on us at the moment. So
there would be some modicum of safety on that account."
Ita McNairee: *she sighs* fooken.. hanwaver
magic tracken arseholes.. *a glance to myles* . scryen. nae offense loves...
recht. sae she's busy.
Xu Xian: He nods to Myles. "And I wanted
to assure you all, I had no idea she was going to show up. Else I would have
given you more information on her. Last I knew, she had no idea about my
involvment in this search."
Myles Jordan: Myle turns back around again to
look down at the skin.
Jeremy Thomas: "Fair enough." He
nods to Xu.
Xu Xian: He takes another drag on his smoke and
glances out the window, blowing his smoke out.
Myles Jordan: "Now, shall I begin?"
Ita McNairee: Och.. reckon sae. aye?*deferring
to the tall asain. she leans on jeremy, watching myles. letting him do his
magic thing*
Xu Xian: "I'll be a
lookout," Xu says, walking out of the room quickly as soon as Myles
appears to be preparing his ritual.
Xu Xian: 7,5,3,8,2,8,10,6,
Xu Xian: (and that was man+sub, *G*)
Jeremy Thomas: 3,2,5,2,8,1,6,
Ita McNairee: *ita jingles towards the door as well, giving Myles his
space, a nudge to jer with her head*
Jeremy Thomas: ((Was Per+Subt. Ah, well.)) He
looks from Myles to Xu, watching him go. As soon as Ita starts moving to the
door, he frowns deeply and starts moving behind her.
Xu Xian: He strides out the door looking
supremely confident, and strides down the hall, pausing to turn and regard the
door when it opens. He has a Marlboro half-tapped into his hand.
Jeremy Thomas: ((Man+Subt))
Jeremy Thomas: 7,1,6,4,2,2,9,
Jeremy Thomas: As he moves out the door, he's
pulling a cigarette of his own and placing it in his mouth. He looks up at Xu
from just behind Ita's left shoulder, doing a semi-servicable job of looking
mild.
Ita McNairee: *the pikey trundles along.
letting the hand waver work as she watches xu, giving him a warm sort of
worried smile*
Xu Xian: 5,3,8,4,4,7,3,4,
Xu Xian: 5,10,9,1,5,9,
Xu Xian: (First Man+sub, second per+emp)
Xu Xian: "Someone should watch over him
while he does this. Jeremy you can Sense if he's turning."
Ita McNairee: *she nibbles her lip nervousely,
then smiles up to Jer, brushing a hand across his chest lovingly, reassuring*
yee can sense hem?
Ita McNairee -> Xu Xian: ita's excited
about the whole cup thing. how can't she be? but the edge is take off by the
worry and pain of jer and xu's hostility. she wants to diffuse it. loves them
both.
Jeremy Thomas: 7,4,3,8,3,6,9,
Xu Xian: ((Xu has not once this evening looked
or acted hostile. He's been tired, he's been wary but he has not said, acted,
or looked hostile)
Jeremy Thomas: He lights
the cigarette and takes a drag, looking evenly at Xu. "I'm aware. That was
the plan...but I can sense it from out here, too. Besides, I can't deal with
that...suit. The smell was making me ill."
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu Xian: He seems pretty
relaxed, confident. Maybe putting Qetu down has given him a sense of worth or
something. But yeah, he's doing juuuust fine.
Xu Xian -> Xu Xian: 5,
Ita McNairee: *the pikey sighs heavily and
slumps to the floor, head against the wall. she looks between them*
Xu Xian: He regards him for a long moment, the
nods. "Fine. He nods to Ita. "It looks like you two have everything
handled, so I guess I'll be on my way." He turns and heads toward the
elevator.
Ita McNairee: 6,6,9,2,2,
Ita McNairee -> Xu Xian: per emped
Jeremy Thomas: He raises an eyebrow, watching
Xu start to head off. He doesn't say anything, though he's paying close
attention to the man's reactions. ((The Empathy war continues.))
Jeremy Thomas: 3,4,4,9,2,6,6,
Xu Xian -> Ita McNairee: (he's too tired to
fight, and doesn't want to be here.)
Ita McNairee: ye dinnae 'ave tae leave effen
ye dinnae wan tae loves. *the pikey murmers in a soft singsong, watching him
retreat from under a tangle of bangs*
Xu Xian -> Jeremy Thomas: (he's too tired to
fight, and doesn't want to be here.)
Xu Xian: "There's nothing for me to do
here." He puts the unlit Marlboro in his mouth and hits the call button
for the elevator.
Ita McNairee: gawn an gie soome rest than wan
ah should cal ye, wie tha results en sooch?
Xu Xian: "Myles was just dicking me
around, saying he needed to be brief but having no intention of listening to
anything I said. This was a wasted trip and an unneccessary risk."
Ita McNairee: ((rest than. wan ah should...))
Xu Xian: "Yes, please."
Jeremy Thomas: "The thing is, love...he
does want to." He keeps his attention on Xu, his hand coming to rest on
Ita's shoulder.
Xu Xian: Surprisingly, he doesn't sound angry
about Myles messing with him. Just...weary.
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns. Xu brought up a
good point. "Just because Myles didn't want to listen, doesn't mean none
of us do, if you know more information that we could use. Especially if this
bitch is coming back with a vengeance."
Xu Xian: He looks back to Jeremy. "There's
no point in me discussing it in an unwarded area. If she or...someone else can
scry us...then it's as good as handing what I know to the enemy."
Xu Xian: "Myles seems convinced he doesn't
need to put up wards--either that or I mis understood his intentions in
there--but either way..." He shrugs and shakes his head then turns to look
at the elevator indicater wondering why it's taking so long.
Ita McNairee: *the pikey nods and sighs,
apparently weary herself*
Jeremy Thomas: "Well, I'd like to find
out at some point, Xu. Next time, she may come after us first again, and I've
lost a pretty serious tactical advantage by letting her know just how fast I
can move. I've obviously got a few other tricks under my belt, but I'd like to
know everything I can."
Jeremy Thomas: He rubs Ita's back
supportively with his non-smoke-holding hand.
Xu Xian: "Jeremy, she's over two thousand
years old. Maybe three. I think she pretty much knows what people like you are
capable of."
Jeremy Thomas: "All the more reason for
me to find out everything I can, just in case she's vindictive or wants to
eliminate people she perceives as this sorceress's protection."
Ita McNairee: *the pikey looks to xu, then to
jer, silent but for a slight jingle as she leans into jer's shoulder rubbings*
Xu Xian: He sighs, and holds up a hand as the
elevator doors open. "I'll be back."
Xu Xian: He steps into the elevator and the
doors close.
Ita McNairee: *ita gives a
weary little wave and nibbles her lip*
Xu Xian: About ten minutes later he returns
with a room key for the room adjacent to Myle's, with a connecting door. Along
with a bottle of single malt scotch he's apparently bought from the bar next
door to the hotel.
Jeremy Thomas: He watches Xu go, frowning a
little, but nodding. He looks to Ita. "You okay, love?"
Ita McNairee: *she nods, of course she's ok. a
softly sung* ah'm gintae keep an eye awn tha lad aye. please be nice effen yer
wie xu.. *her eyes slip up to jers as she rises* please?
Xu Xian: He moves into the room, and opens the
connecting door, Motioning for Ita to do the same on Myle's side, and motions
Jeremy into the room.
Jeremy Thomas: He nods a little to Ita, about
to say something until Xu comes back up. He waits for the man to enter the
room, then moves to head into the room.
Ita McNairee: *ita jingles into myle's room
and open sth door as instructed before sprawling on a bed to watch him*
Ita McNairee: ((ok. passin out now *hugs all
around)
Xu Xian: He grabs those lame ass cellophane
wrapped plastic cups and tears the cover off them, pouring a drink for himself
and then one for Jer. He moves over to sit in a chair. "I can't tell you
about the package while we're un warded. But I don't think telling you about
the enemy will help her learn anything she doesn't already know."
Jeremy Thomas: He heads in when directed,
taking up a position near the connecting doors, so he can be as close to Myles
as possible while he works.
Jeremy Thomas: He goes to take the drink, and
moves back next to Myles's door. "All right. So what am I looking at,
here?"
Xu Xian: "Her title is Qetu the Evil-Doer.
She's a Bane Mummy. Created by one of Set's orginal children."
Xu Xian: "She's quite strong in what is
called 'ka', which I'm assuming is the life force. Which means she can be back
in a matter of weeks. Maybe less."
Myles Jordan: 6,5,1,2,4,8,3,
Xu Xian: "She has an amazing ability to
control people. She's into...S&M, from what I hear. She's been recently
going around in the skin of a woman named Maria Esheron. That's who you have in
there." He points to the other room. "But she can wear the skins of
people to impersonate them. No telling who she'll come back as..."
Myles Jordan: 8,5,9,
Jeremy Thomas: "And a Bane Mummy is
what, exactly? Does that have to do with ~our~ traditional definition of the
word Bane, or just a general use of it?"
Myles Jordan: (Awareness if you wish)
Xu Xian: 5,4,9,1,7,
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: (Stuff is happening...
Hey, you could always do an extended roll to determine more. *grins*)
Xu Xian: "Well, Evil Mummy?" He
shrugs. "Something that's a perversion of all that's holy and good and
right in the world. I'd say...yeah."
Jeremy Thomas: He takes a swallow of his
drink, looking briefly in the room to check on Myles.
Myles Jordan: Myles is standing above the
skin, whispering and drawing strange shapes in the air.
Xu Xian: "From what I hear, she can
manifest for short periods while discorporated but cannot be hit by any normal
weaponry in this state."
Myles Jordan: 3,4,9,
Xu Xian -> Xu Xian: 6,
Xu Xian: 8,2,2,3,1,9,8,4,
Jeremy Thomas: "And based of what I saw,
it looks like we're the Brendan Fraser Mummy is a little more accurate then the
Boris Karloff Mummy." He frowns. "Perversion of all that's holy and
good...well, that's nice. Glad she came to our city...what, was L.A. all filled
up with that type?"
Xu Xian: He seems to sense something's going on
in the other room but maintains his bland, business like manner. "She can
ensorcel people...much like the namers can use mind magics or the vampires
can...mind control."
Myles Jordan: 3,2,10,
Jeremy Thomas: "All right." He
frowns, but nods. "Seemed pretty damn strong, too."
Xu Xian: "I believe she has minions,
although I don't have a clear picture of them all. But if she's into S&M
and considering the insane amount of bottoms in this city, it could be quite a
few."
Xu Xian: "She wants the cup so that she
can make more like her. I'm assuming if she does, they'll be servants of
hers."
Myles Jordan: The whispered chanting sounds
like Harry Potter when he was talking to the snake. The language is
otherworldly.
Jeremy Thomas: "Thank the Goddess
Micah's still out of town." He sighs, then takes a drag of his cigarette.
Myles Jordan: 2,5,2,5,4,2,3,
Xu Xian: 'Now...apparently, as you three have
proven...her body can be killed...or damaged so much her soul is forced to
leave it."
Jeremy Thomas: "Then she won't get
it."
Myles Jordan: The chanting stops as Myles
sneezes.
Xu Xian: "And Lex." He nods.
Jeremy Thomas: He smiles a tiny bit, at that,
allowing a hint of satisfaction to show in his face as he nods.
Jeremy Thomas: 9,8,6,4,5,8,8,
Xu Xian: he glances toward the other room, jaw
pulsing as he tenses. An abrupt ending to such a ritual could be a very bad
thing...
Jeremy Thomas: ((Manipulation+Subt))
Myles Jordan: 7,9,3,9,7,9,3,
Myles Jordan: He begins again.... none the
worse for it.
Jeremy Thomas: He shows no reaction to
mention of Alexis but a slight frown, and follows Xu's gaze to the room.
"Okay in there, Myles?"
Jeremy Thomas: Hearing the chanting begin, he
shuts up and looks back to Xu.
Xu Xian: "Can you Sense him?" He asks
Jer.
Myles Jordan: He just continues whispering and
drawing his shapes, trying his best to ignore their talking.
Jeremy Thomas: 10,10,8,8,7,6,
Myles Jordan: 7,5,1,
Xu Xian: ((THey're in the adjacent room, Myles,
giving him the privacy but with the adjoining doors open in case he needs
help.))
Xu Xian: 4,6,3,4,7,
Xu Xian: (that was awareness again)
Jeremy Thomas: "He's fine. Clean as a
whistle."
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: ((Was that an
extended roll, or just another one?))
Myles Jordan: 7,4,6,
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu Xian: ((Out of
curiosity, would he pick up Xu's taint as well, or is Sense Wyrm directed at a
specific individual?))
Xu Xian -> Jeremy Thomas: ((Are Xu's
awareness rolls cumulative for this situation or can he not make extended rolls
with awareness?))
Xu Xian -> Jeremy Thomas: ((Sense Wyrm is an
area effect you actually have to concentrate on it to pick up a particular
individual. So yes, he'd pic up Xu's taint, and whatever else might be tainted
aruond him))
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: (asking Rav, let
you know in a mo))
Myles Jordan: 3,5,6,
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu Xian: ((In this case,
since Myles started a new magical Effect, it would just be a separate roll to
see if he notices the new effect overlaying.))
Myles Jordan: Myles stops chanting.
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: Jeremy Thomas ->
Xu Xian: ((In this case, since Myles started a new magical Effect, it would
just be a separate roll to see if he notices the new effect overlaying.))
Jeremy Thomas: "So. We were talking
about how her body can be damaged to the point she can leave it."
Xu Xian: Again, when the chanting stops, he
waits, a bit more tense than perhaps he'd like to show himself as being.
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: ((Okay! He notices
the new effect overlaying, and it's coming from the direction of Myles.))
Xu Xian -> Jeremy Thomas: ((the per+aware
would pick up JEr's Gift also correct?))
Myles Jordan: Myles walks out of the room to
where Jeremy and Xu are, and leans against the door frame opposite from Jer.
Jeremy Thomas -> Xu Xian: ((Correct))
Jeremy Thomas: He looks over at Myles.
"So how'd it go?"
Xu Xian: Xu's sitting on a chair near the
window, plastic cup filled with good single malt whiskey in his hand. Unlit
cigarette still between his lips. His gaze goes curiously to Myles.
Myles Jordan: "It's not done yet. I have
just warded the place. I need to talk to you too before I start this next
part." He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, and glances between the
two of them with a little bit of a smile.
Jeremy Thomas: He takes a drag of his own
cigarette, a plastic cup of the alcohol in his own hand.
Jeremy Thomas: "All right...shoot."
Xu Xian: "That room's warded? Or both
rooms are?"
Myles Jordan: "This area is warded, so I
suppose this room is warded too." He looks at them both again curiously,
"I need you guys to be ready. If during this next bit of... whatever you
guys call what I do, if she gets into my mind, I'm screwed. You guys have to
knock me out, and fast, to protect yourselfs. Please don't kill me
though."
Jeremy Thomas: "I told you, death isn't
part of the plan, Myles." He nods. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Do
your thing. I'll keep an eye on you."
Myles Jordan: He rubs the back of his neck
nervously.
Xu Xian: "Can't you ward your mind against
her?"
Myles Jordan: He frowns with his forced grin,
"If she gets through my wards, I'm in trouble. This is why I don't like
scrying supernaturals." He rolls off the door frame and enters the room
again. "I'm serious. Be ready."
Jeremy Thomas: "I am." Once Myles
is in the other room and no longer has the ability to see Jeremy, he sweeps his
trenchcoat back, slowly, rotating his body to the left so Xu can see what he's
doing. He pulls his dart gun from where it's situated under his belt line,
against his back, and holds it in his hand.
Xu Xian: He nods. "Alright. Do you want me
behind you, in a position to choke you out quickly?"
Xu Xian: He shakes his head to Jeremey.
"That won't put his mind out, only paralyze his body. It's useless in this
case."
Xu Xian: He rises and
follows Myles into the other room, jaw tensing when he sees the skin. His
cheeks twitch, his nostrils flare, but he seems resolute.
Myles Jordan: "Choking may not be fast
enough if she gets in control of my Avatar. Remember the Sonja incident?"
He stands by the skin again, and sets his feet solidly a shoulder width apart.
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns a little bit, but
nods. "Point taken." He replaces it and moves into the other room,
showing his own bit of distaste at the skin. He takes position nearby, but not
too close, in a position where he can send Xu a quick signal if he senses any
change in the man's state.
Xu Xian: "I'm not talking about cutting
off your airsupply, I'm talking about cutting off bloodflow to the brain."
Jeremy Thomas: "A sleeper hold,
essentially." He nods.
Jeremy Thomas: He notes to ask what the fuck
an Avatar is later, and stands there, watching Myles, concentrating as he
throws up his Sensing ability. ((Per+Occult))
Jeremy Thomas: 5,9,8,8,1,3,
Myles Jordan: "I know. I'm saying that
may not be fast enough. I know the human body well."
Xu Xian: "It can put you out in 6 to 10
seconds."
Myles Jordan: He holds two fingers in the air
over the skin, and begins to chant.
Myles Jordan: 5,8,10,7,2,5,8,
Myles Jordan: 1,8,3,
Xu Xian: He figures Myles doesn't want the
easier and safer sleeper hold and instead stands behind him ready to deliver a
knockout punch to the base of the skull.
Myles Jordan: He stops chanting to try that
again. "I guess I'm nervous..." He tries to slow down his heart.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Myles, eyebrow
raised, and just nods a little. "Easy. You're going to be fine."
Myles Jordan: The dark
redhair takes a deep breath, looks over to Jeremy with a small smile, sets his
feet again, and starts to whisper his chants once more.
Myles Jordan: 4,6,9,1,3,5,9,
Myles Jordan: 10,3,3,
Xu Xian: He just stands quietly, perceptively
ready.
Xu Xian: 5,7,6,6,6,
Xu Xian: (that was awareness. *G*)
Xu Xian: 8,7,3,3,4,3,5,
Jeremy Thomas: He watches Myles closely,
focusing on the man's spiritual essence, using his first reading as a litmus
test to know if he's being corrupted.
Xu Xian: (that was per+alert, 4 sux w/apt)
Myles Jordan: He doesn't start off too well,
but decides to keep going. He centered himself, and forces himself to
concentrate on what he is doing. He will do this. He knows how, and it's
just a matter of concentration. His eyes narrow and his whispering takes on a
lower and harsher tone.
Jeremy Thomas: His face remains a slight
frown, unchanging from when he started focusing, making sure to keep his face
still so that Xu doesn't accidentally misinterpret a reaction as a sign of
corruption.
Myles Jordan -> Xu Xian: (As he is
speaking, symbols, circles and odd shapes are being formed over the rotting
skin on the floor. The chracters swirl around in controlled patterns, and they
seem to be alive and have personalities, almost laughing. A pulse suddenly
bursts from them and fires outward from Myles' two fingers, disappearing
instantly through the walls, searching for the target. Of course, Xu can only
realize this stuff is happening because he's that aware. (Good enough?))
Myles Jordan: 7,2,5,
Xu Xian -> Myles Jordan: ((Sure. *G* Thanks!
Hopefully he'll be able to tell if the effect is corrupted or if some other
strange magic intrudes in time to do something helpful))
Myles Jordan: He lowers his head and
concentrates on the words and the symbols that he is forming in his mind. The
language of angels is complex and layered, and he is using it to command
reality. Therefore his voice is commanding and demanding results.
Myles Jordan: 7,6,3,
Jeremy Thomas: So far, so good. He keeps his
attention on the Namer, his concentration holding.
Jeremy Thomas: ((CM for Qetu's body))
Jeremy Thomas: 7,3,7,1,
Myles Jordan: "Found her. She's about
halfway between New York City and Utica, New York, off Route 88. There are four
dead men guarding her with horribly corrupted spirits within them. She's still
pretty badly hurt." He lowers his hand and looks around, but he doesn't
move from his spot knowing that Xu is right behind him ready to do something
hurtful.
Xu Xian: "Can you see anything that might
indicate or give a clue as to her true name?"
Myles Jordan: "Nope. Sorry."
Jeremy Thomas: He relaxes his mind, nodding a
little bit as he takes a last drag from his cigarette and then chain-lighting
another with it. He moves to a nearby ashtray, stubbing the butt out.
Myles Jordan: He risks a look behind him.
Xu Xian: He's raising a brow at Jer, but stands
down when it appears Jear doesn't seem to be wary of Myles. He nods to Myles,
giving him a tired smile. "Good work."
Jeremy Thomas: He nods a little bit in
response to Xu's words, grinning a bit to Myles. "I second that. And
see...no death."
Myles Jordan: He steps away
from the skin and moves to the bed to sit down tiredly. "That was... kinda
easy." He chuckles a little at the death comment, and then looks up at Xu
and Jeremy, "So we're going to get the thing now? Should we get more
people?"
Jeremy Thomas: "I suppose we could go
grab the thing, burn it to ashes. Let's see the bitch come back from
that."
Xu Xian: "She'll come back. It will take
her longer."
Jeremy Thomas: "Jesus." He shakes
his head. "Well, longer is more time we'll have..."
Myles Jordan: "If you want more time,
maybe I should jsut reach out and hurt it some more from here, but that's not
solving the problem." He rolls down to lay on the bed.
Xu Xian: "Can you hurt it from here?"
He seems surprised at that capability.
Jeremy Thomas: He blinks at that, then
considers. "Makes sense, I guess. If that Rogers fuckstain was able to
burn the papers he sent us remotely..."
Myles Jordan: He chuckles, "Remotely...
You make it sound like I'm hitting a button or something."
Xu Xian: "You're sure it was Rogers?"
he asks Jeremy.
Jeremy Thomas: "General term. Remotely
means, 'from a distance.'" He shrugs a bit, still frowning, as he glances
to the other room to check on Ita.
Myles Jordan: "I know I know. Wordplay.
Anyway, who is this Rogers?"
Jeremy Thomas: "100%" He shakes his
head. "No, I'd say I'm about 99%, though. He was there during the camera
incident and was pretty fuckin' pissed over the whole thing, which gives him
motive. And the notes had his sense of flair, from what I remember."
Myles Jordan: (One hour warning) He stares up
at the ceiling with a smile.
Xu Xian: "Jeff Rogers. He's...mage of some
kind. Tall, thin, white hair. Elfin complexion. He seems to have trouble
casting a reflection. He seemed a bit thick when Fausto met him, but not a bad
sort."
Xu Xian: "He's suspected of scrying Ita
and threatening her by sending her flaming notes."
Myles Jordan: "What does he do to do his
thing? Wave his hands? use a device?" His voice sounds sage like and
knowledgeable.
Xu Xian: "And I don't mean the
limp-wristed variety."
Jeremy Thomas: "Attacking her and me
both with the flaming notes. We were holding the notes when he burst them into
flame." He sneers.
Myles Jordan: "Maybe I should reach out
and hurt him." From his tone of voice, he's not really offering. He sits
up on the bed and rolls to his feet casually.
Xu Xian: "What I'd like you to do is to
look through time and space and see if he is indeed the culprit."
Xu Xian: "I'm not sure if you can follow
the magic back to him from Ita, but I thought it might be worth asking."
-> Xu Xian: ((See Devi I said everyone though you were damn good!))
Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Myles, hoping the
man can do it. The look on his face plainly telegraphs the fact that he
wouldn't mind spreading Rogers's intenstines over a room or two.
Myles Jordan: He moves to the door and looks
back at them both with hard eyes. "There are rules that I have to follow.
Have you ever seen the man do this thing? How does he do it?"
Xu Xian: He shakes his head, looking tired, and
somewhat confused about Myles' sudden hardness. "I don't know what he
uses. I'm sorry. I'm not even sure he's the culprit."
Jeremy Thomas: He shakes his head. "Only
seen him once. He didn't exactly make himself visible when he decided to try
and set us on fire."
Myles Jordan: He loosens up. "Okay good.
Where and when did this happen?"
Xu Xian: "I'm just trying to verify
information before someone goes off and starts a citywide war." He glances
pointedly at Jeremy.
Jeremy Thomas: He puts his hands up,
cigarette pressed between his lips. "Look, I'm perfectly willing to let
the Treaty handle this. But if nothing happens, or if he isn't part of the
Treaty, I'll damn well handle it myself."
Xu Xian: "Look," he says, rising.
"I have some other things I have to deal with. I'm going to try and found
out some information on those four dead things with the corrupted spirits. You
two deal with this, please?"
Myles Jordan: He walks out
of the door.
Jeremy Thomas: A nod to Xu. "Yeah,
I'll..." An exasperated sigh as Myles just leaves. "What now?"
Myles Jordan: "So where and when did it
happen?" He calls back.
Jeremy Thomas: "On our end? Five days
ago, in the Bronx."
Xu Xian: He nods to Jer and throws enough money
on the dresser to cover both rooms, and then some. "Keep the scotch,"
he says, and nods to Jer. "Thank you Myles. I apologize for whatever
inconvenience I've caused you. You're a good man, tho at times a
bit...illogical."
Myles Jordan: "That's... really
broad." He draws a little circle in the air, trying to locate exactly
where they were and when it happened in the Bronx. (Corr 2, Time 2, with Life 1
and Forces 1 to locate Jeremy with a flaming piece of paper in his hands. 2
rolls.) "Thanks man, " He says to Xu, "I guess."
Myles Jordan: 2,3,2,
Myles Jordan: 2,7,4,
Myles Jordan: (ugh... make that three
rolls...) Annoyed he draws another shape in the air. "So, how do you know
his name, Jerem'?"
Xu Xian: He rattles off the location where they
were when the scrying occurred, along with the approximate time, give or take
about 5 minutes.
Jeremy Thomas: "Got the name through an
associate who knows him."
Xu Xian: He tosses the keys to JEr. "Take
him there."
Jeremy Thomas: He catches the keys and nods.
"Will do."
Xu Xian: And then he turns and heads out.
(Cause I really gotta get to sleep, I can't work on this paper any more)
Myles Jordan: Myles frowns and looks at both
of them. "He covered his tracks, so to speak. I guess I could try to break
through. How important is this to you?"
Xu Xian: (thanks for the scene guys)
Myles Jordan: (thanks to you too. cya later.)
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns a little.
"Well, I'm...concerned because he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing,
and he attacked specifically using a form that Ita's vulnerable to. And I
suspect that he'll do it again. Long as he doesn't, I...don't care." He
sets his jaw. "Right now, I'm just concerned about further attacks. But if
the Treaty handles it, I'm fine with that. If it doesn't, I'll need to take
care of it."
Jeremy Thomas: ((Thanks, Singha!))
Myles Jordan: So they're vunerable to fire.
That's just like the movies. He really
shouldn't, but he chuckles anyway, "That Treaty sure complicates
everything."
Jeremy Thomas:
He raises a brow at the
chuckle, shaking his head. "No, it doesn't. It prevents furious people
like me from finding people like him and shredding him. Which is a good thing,
because as much as I want to do so, Xu's right, if he's connected enough, it
could start a citywide war."
Myles Jordan: He's still smiling warmly,
"It complicates things in a good way then. Should we head back to your
house?"
Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Yeah,
let's." He grabs the cash and the scotch, then moves to collect Ita from
the other room before heading downstairs to pay.
Myles Jordan: Myles follows behind, "I
paid the room already when I first got here. It's taken care of."
Jeremy Thomas: He hands the amount for the
one room money over to Myles, and some of the extra cash. "Thank you,
Myles."
Myles Jordan: His eyes go wide in surprise,
but accepts the money and pockets it in silence.
Jeremy Thomas: He smiles a little to the man,
heads off to pay for the second room, and then goes to the car, driving them
home.
Jeremy Thomas: ((And ftb. *S*))