Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((*Does the
Evil Child of Gaia Dance*))
Singha: ((okies
so...tell me what you guys want to do here. *G*))
Ita McNairee: ((*laughs* get him? thats ita's
plan))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: All right,
so here's the plan. Jeremy calls Malcolm, and goes all moment of clarity. He
tells him that he and Ita are infected, of course, and they can't fight it off
any longer. He needs help, and he's afraid the Sept will come and kill him. He
wants to negotiate their surrender to the Body...but he doesn't trust Ingvar,
or any of the others he doesn't know. He wants to speak with Malcolm, face to
face. He'll be all panicked and scared and paranoid sounding.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((And he'll
spend a WP point on his Subterfuge roll. *G*))
Singha: (ok,
roll Man+sub))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 5,10,9,9,9,3,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((W000000000t,
BABY!!!)))
Ita McNairee: ((bam!))
Singha: 2,9,7,5,4,
Singha: Okay so
he buys it, and asks where does Jer want to meet?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He gives
the address for a diner, down the block from where the hotel is. He says that
Ita will meet him there, and take him to where they are. All paranoid-like.
Singha: malc is
leery of that, and tells them he'd prefer to meet them at the Concerto
Ita McNairee: *thats no good. a pikey jingles
nervously*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Jeremy
doesn't trust that. He tells him that he wants to trust Malcolm...he really
does. But even inside the Concerto, he could be set up. He REALLY doesn't trust
Ingvar, who he tells Malc was planning on killing Spyder when he found out
Spyder was infected. Where's a middle ground that Malcolm would be comfortable?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: His dorm
room at Juliard?
Singha: Malc
thinks about it, and offers his yacht?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: After a
moment's consideration, he nixes the yacht. No way for them to escape, in case
it is a trap.
Ita McNairee: (dropping nick so as not to time
you folks out)
Singha: Then
Malc suggests one of the hotels he owns in DT
Singha -> Singha:
8,4,2,2,4,4,7,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He agrees
to that, though he says at the first sign of a trap, he and Ita are out of
there. They'll be there ASAP.
Singha: He gives
them the hotel room number.
Ita McNairee: *apprehension... they could
really get trapped they could!... *
Singha -> Singha:
8,8,1,5,8,5,4,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He takes
the computer downstairs and puts it in the car, and gives Ita a couple darts.
He tells her that if he misses his shot, he'll need Ita to stick him.
Unfortunately, he only has the one pistol, because he didn't think of this
minor detail. And tells her NOT to stick herself with it. He also gives her two
antidote doses, and tells her that should he be incapacitated, the antidotes
need to be administered to Malcolm within 25 mionutes if he doesn't wake up by
then, so they'll need to work fast to restrain Malc.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: The chains
go into his backpack, which goes into the car. The pistol goes into his leather
trench he recently bought at a second-hand store.
Ita McNairee: *thats one pacing fidgetty
pikey. she's got the darts tucking them in where her knives are, tossing 2 of
her knives instead into the dirty satchel. she follows Dream, nodding.
gotcha... *
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: And they
head on over. The backpack and computer stay in the car. Jer tells Ita to act
the paranoid, scared part to a tee. He does, as well.
Singha: ((roll
per+alert))
Ita McNairee: *the antidotes are tucked
carefully in the satchel as well.. the scared not hard.. things jumping out of
the shadows and chance of death? yeah she's fine she assures him*
Ita McNairee: 5,7,1,3,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 5,9,8,7,1,
Singha: 8,7,6,10,6,1,10,
Ita McNairee: (ninja?!)
Singha: Neither of them notice anything out of the ordinary.
Singha: They go
up to the room without incident.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He knocks
on the door, then steps back from it, looking at Ita. Fidgiting slightly,
looking all around, then at the door again.
Ita McNairee: *ita's moves on to gnawing her
hand, puppydog eyes darting about from behind a curtain of shaggy brown hair.
at any moment she could see something horrific.. act paranoid? she already is
. she jingles to the room, looking to dream worridely*
Singha: Malc
looks through the peephole.
Singha: 9,7,6,5,2,
Singha: ((That
was per+sub))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 4,4,4,9,6,8,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: To be fair,
he really IS paranoid right now...this is super-risky...
Singha: ((that's
more to see if Jer's hiding a weapon or something. *G*))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Ahh. None
beyond the pistol. :P))
Ita McNairee -> Singha: ((in all fairness Malcs seen her naked, AND attacking
karlos.. he may know she has those knives up at her thigh)
Singha: ((well,
it's a tie so Malc can't be sure. *G*)) He unlocks the door and lets them both
in.
Ita McNairee: *barring any madness, the little
gypsy slips in with a faint jingle, looking behind them suspiciously, then
around the room.. as if expecting something to jump from the ceiling and eat
off her face, the lip gets gnawed*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He steps
inside the door and slides off to the side, keeping his distance. He looks
around the room quickly, getting his bearings, and nods to Malcolm.
"Hey."
Ita McNairee: .. allo
loves.. *her hair is brushed back so she can see, big brown eyes flicking about
worridely*
Singha: He
smiles to them both, also a bit nervous. Clandestine meetings alone in hotel
rooms tend to end badly for him, apparently.
Singha: He
closes the door and turns to face them, letting them check the room out.
"I won't let them harm you, but you...need to come somewhere we can expel
the algorithm from you."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He keeps a
good ten feet between him and Malcolm at all times, and he walks to the window,
looking out to see if there's any mass quantities of Concerto vans outside all
of a sudden.
Ita McNairee: how can ye.. ye kain.. get et
ooot??*she singsongs, a little too quick to be calm, eyes skittering over him..
she moves away from jer, looking up at malc hopefully* loves??
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "All
right, well...first things first, Malcolm. I know the Sept is after us. Do you
think they're going to just let us go, whether we're clean or not?"
Ita McNairee: *she lets jer check out that
side of the room, moving past malc to check out the other side, turning to look
at him and jer worriedly.. biting at her lip with a frown*
Singha: "And
Ita...you've been affected by some type of madness inflicted by a vampire.
We're working on finding the culprit and making sure they're punished."
Singha: "If
we can find them, we may be able to make them reverse whatever they've done to
you."
Singha: "And
as far as I know, Alexis was infected, and they've cleansed her and purged her
of the algorithm. I don't see why they won't do the same for you."
Ita McNairee: Och damnet! loves! *she frowns,
looking up to malc and bouncing nervously on her feet, jingling and jiggling
with a sever scowl* How es et yer envolved en me madness noow tae? ..
*she frown* ets nae recht fer ye tae dae tha fer me after wha ah ded... *she
looks up at the boy, sorrowful*
Singha: He
frowns at Ita. "What did you do?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks
over at Malcolm, his stance rigid, staying near the window. "Big
difference, Malcolm. Alexis was a member in good standing of the Sept. I'm in
Angelia's boat from not long ago. I was part of the Body, until recently. Not
the Sept. Ita's safer, she's neutral. Not me. They'll fuck me the way they
tried to fuck the entire body over the trial with the Courts!" His voice
raises some, and shakes a little as his emotions overwhelm him.
Ita McNairee: *a look to jer at his outburst..
a cringe, then back to malcolm* loves ah cannae.. ah dinnae.. *she slumps,
looking guilty, then bites at her lip and motions him to come closer* Ah jes..
dinnae be tae mad..aye? *.. rising to her tiptoes.. not proud of herself.
telling malc was as much as she could do right now. jer didn't need to know
too*
Singha: He draws
in a deep breath, frowning. "No, Dream, I don't think so. It was the
Courts who wanted Fausto, and they manipulated everything until they got him.
The Sept can't afford to lose loyal members and your Tribe still claims you,
right?"
Singha: He
frowns at Ita, not getting why she's looking so guilty. Then looks back to Jer.
"Look, I know you're both...frightened. And the algorithm isn't helping
you to think straight. But we'll solve this. We will."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He gives a
bitter laugh, and shrugs. "Good question. I don't know. They might not
care anymore, now that I've got this...thing attached to me. And it's...God,
it's fuckin' made me do things. I stole the prototype back from Guido. You
think he's gonna forgive that? I'm serious, Malc...I'm really, really fucked
here. And I want to know what your plan is to protect me from the Sept before I
go anywhere else."
Singha: "I'll
talk to Guido. I'll make it good. I don't want to see either of you two hurt,
but you'll have to let us expel the algorithm and then cleanse you."
Ita McNairee: aye darlin.. *the little pikey
nods to malc, slipping from behind him to take his hand in her cold ones,
worried.* well et be aulrecht? how dae ye fex et??
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shakes
his head, chuckling bitterly, and turns to face the window, looking down on the
street.
Singha: his
breath catches as she takes his hand, and he flushes a bit. Aroused. "I'll
go. Right now. I'll make things alright."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,10,10,
Singha: 1,7,6,2,
Singha: He
doesn't notice Jer get the gun out.
Ita McNairee: ..loves.. *a gulp as she tugs
his hand a little bit more, turning him to look at her.. looking horribly
guilty* ah reckon ye should kain somethen.. afore ye.. *she cringes, getting up
on her toes to whisper to him*
Singha: He turns
and heads toward the door, reaching into his pocket to pull out his cellphone.
Singha -> Singha:
4,2,9,10,9,2,8,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: And he
turns around, pretenses dropped, almost clinical, as he aims the gun at Malcolm
and fires it at him.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 1,2,8,9,
Singha: 9,9,5,4,
Singha: Since he's not ready for it and has his back to Jer, the dart
hits. (Roll Dam)
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 2,6,10,6,2,
Singha: 3,2,8,3,
Ita McNairee: *the pikey watches this, hand
slipping to her thigh as she readies her own dart, ready to feign assitance to
malc if need be, tensed*
Singha: It shoots
into his back and dumps the drug into him. He makes a sharp noise of suprise
and staggers against the door, thumb closing reflexively on speeddial.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 10,9,9,6,8,10,1,9,8,
Singha: 7,3,6,5,
Singha: He drops
like a sack of potatoes.
Ita McNairee: *lip bit, eyes up to jer as she
approaches the downed boy, guilty..checking to see if he's indeed out*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He rushes
up and looks at the phone, and the number it's dialed, barking at Ita as he
does. "Ita, close the door, now. And get back from it, just in case."
Singha: It's
Karlos' cell.
Ita McNairee: *door shut and locked, the pikey
jumps back, looking from malc to jer* Right loves.. trouble?
Singha: ((he
never actually opened the door yet, he was just heading for it))
Ita McNairee: (door NOT closed then.. ita
locking it if its not)
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He tries to
hang it up before it connects, and grabs Malcolm, pulling him back from the
door.
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas: 4,4,5,8,
Singha: (roll 1
die)
Singha: 5,
Ita McNairee: 5,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,
Singha: Jer cuts
the call off before it connects.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks to
Ita and tosses her the keys. "We need the computer and backpack from the
car. I'll get Malc set up. Keep your phone handy...anything looks off, call me,
leave the phone on, and run. I'll get Malcolm and myself outa here."
Ita McNairee: AYe.. I'll run an be quick aboot
et, *she's out the door in a flash of jingly, no trundling now as she sprints
to the car*
Ita McNairee: (ah'll run.. )
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He rolls
Malcolm over onto his back, searching his body for weapons, other phones, et
cetera. "Sorry it had to go this way, Malcolm... I didn't want to do this.
I hoped it would be easier, but there's too many people after us, and we need
someone on your side." He smirks a little. "Actually, we need
everyone on your side. And you'll help us get them, and be happy to do
so."
Singha: Jer does
have the presence of mind to turn Malc into the recovery position so he at
least doesn't suffocate. Yet.
Singha: Malc
stares up at Jer, pupils the size of manhole covers, eyes wide with fear.
Ita McNairee: *yeehaw.. flying pikey down the
hall. she slows in the lobby, a brisk jingly walk to the car.. backpack and
commie tucked under her arm and slung on her back, she strides back in..
waiting until she's back in a hallway to boot it*
Singha: ((Which
hallway, the one on the lobby floor or the one leading to the room?))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He crouches
over him, the gun in his hand just in case help bursts through the door.
"Believe me, it's easier once you've accepted the truth about Schondorf. I
fought this thing for a month...a fucking MONTH, you know? And my life was,
quite literally, hell. And you know what? People asked if I was okay, sure. And
I lied, said I'd be fine. I ran myself ragged for a Sept who sold me out, for a
Body that kept me out of the loop and lied to me about Trevor being alive. For
the Courts that were behind the whole fuckin' thing. And nobody honestly tried
to look deeper and help. Once I accepted it, everything was fine. I felt
better. And so will you. I promise."
Ita McNairee: ((leading to
the room))
Singha: 1,2,4,3,
Singha: he's too
paralyzed even to speak, his breathing coming in labored chuffs.
Singha: The
computer boots up.
Ita McNairee: *whoa.. while she's holding it?
that must mean move faster.. she reaches the door lickety split, bursting
through if its un locked.. rattatatatatiing if its not*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Now,
I'm not gonna let you die from this drug, Malcolm. I've got the antidote. As
soon as you accept it, or if you get too close, I'll give you the antidote. But
I've got a lot more of the drug. And I'll use it all if I have to, until you've
accepted the truth."
Singha: Malc
closes his eyes.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: When Ita
bursts in, the gun is instantly trained on her. When he sees it's her, he
lowers the gun. "Put the computer on the desk, and help me get him on the
chair."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks
down at the man's closed eyes, frowns, and checks his pulse.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: The other
hand goes for antidote, in case it's needed.
Singha: his
pulse is weak and rapid.
Ita McNairee: *a flinching scowl at the gun,
the door is locked behind her as she follows instructions, comp on the desk,
she smoothes malc's hair soothingly before helping haul him up, a look to Dream
worriedly*
Singha: As Ita
touches him, Malc sports, of all things, a woody.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks at
Ita and picks him up, setting him on the chair. He pulls the chains from the
bag and wraps them around him as quickly as possible, securing them, then he
pops the antidote. "Take one." And in it goes.
Singha: ((Antidote
is a hypo))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((I know. I
meant pops the plastic thing off. He injects it into his arm.))
Singha: 6,7,9,10,
Singha: ((he
shoot the entire hypo in him, or only a percentage?))
Singha: 3,6,6,5,5,8,9,10,7,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Whatever
he was instructed to do.))
Singha: ((he
wasn't instructed to do anything. They just sold the stuff as a set))
Ita McNairee: *ita's stroking the boy
soothingly, crooning quietly* shh shh et'll be aulrecht darlin.. ah promise.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((So, as
it's been less then 30 minutes, he'll inject half, check his vitals, and inject
the other half if necessary.))
Singha: 2,7,6,10,
Singha: He
grunts, his limbs start twitching, and gulps in air.
Singha: He keeps
blinkig blindly, and starts to whimper. His pupils are totally enlarged.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He pulls
out another vial of the tranq and keeps it ready. "All right, Malc. Now,
just...listen." And he turns the speakers up on the computer.
Ita McNairee: och tha's a lad.. shhh.. et'll
be aulrecht loves.. *a cold hand strokes his neck calmingly, the little scot
genuinely worried about him* shh we'll nae hurt ye..
Singha: The more
Ita strokes him, the more aroused he gets.
Singha: 1,5,7,5,10,1,7,3,
Singha: 7,2,5,2,4,
Ita McNairee: *well, maybe that would help.
can't be scared if you're gagging for it, she reasons, looking to jer as she
rests her hands on the poor kids shoulders, standing behind Malc's chair*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He leans
against the desk, lighting a cigarette as he watches Malcolm. His gaze flicks
up to Ita, then back to the chained man, watching and waiting.
Singha: He
grunts and writhes against the chains, his noises going from fearful to
aroused.
Ita McNairee: *ita makes a "who
knew?" face, shrugging and rubbing the boys shoulders, waiting for him
to.. she didn't know.. get enlightened she supposed.. an impatient look to the
com then to jer*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ita,
I think you're distracting him. He needs to be able to focus."
Ita McNairee: Och.. *her hands taken away from
him, she backs away, nudging jer with her head* soory loves.. jes didnae wan
tha lad scared es aul.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He stares
at Malcolm a second, pursing his lips, and looks to Ita. "On second
thought...it's fine. Between scared and turned on, I think turned on will make
him more open to the algorithm."
Singha: he nods,
closing his eyes. "Alright."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks at
Malcolm, raising an eyebrow. "Alright what, Malcolm?"
Singha: "Whatever
you want, I'll do 't."
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head at malc,
then back to Jer as she approaches the chained man, fingers stroking his neck
idly*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks at
him, raising an eyebrow. "You're saying this because you're honestly on
our side? Or because you want to get free from the chains?"
Singha: "I'll
do 't. jus tell me what you want."
Ita McNairee: *she screws up her face and
looks to dream skepticlly. how'd they know?, a worried look back to Malcolm as
her fingers work on soothing him*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns,
and unfocuses his eyes, to look into the Umbra and see if he's infected.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,2,5,7,1,
Singha: ((Do you
have the gift Pulse of the Invisible, Jer? Otherwise you can't look past the
Gauntlet without crossing it.))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((DLP)) He
looks at Ita. "I'll be back in a few. Keep a tranq ready" He sets his
tranq down and attempts to cross the Gauntlet.
Ita McNairee: right. *nods nods, one hand
running through copper hair, the other checking her thigh to assure the dart
was there*
Singha: Jer
finds he's unable to cross over
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ahh,
son of a..." She sighs, shaking his head. "Just my fuckin'
luck." He looks at Malcolm and sighs. "Malcolm...for the second time
tonight, I want to believe you. I really do. But I need to know, unequivocably,
if you're on our side. So, if you'll give me a moment..." He looks to the
computer, rotating the monitor to face him. "Doctor?"
Ita McNairee: *her head cocks as he mentions
the kind dr. giving him a grin and bending to whisper to malc* och ets aulrecht
loves.. tha doctor's a love, aye?
Singha: The doc
pops up on the window, smiling at Ita and Jer. "Well done!"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles
at the praise, nodding. "Thank you, sir. Are we good? Is Malcolm on our
side now?"
Ita McNairee: *she grins at the dr's voice,
beaming*
Singha: "Malcolm
is quite under control, aren't you Malcolm?" Malcolm nods. "Yes,
sir."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sighs in
relief, and moves to take the chains off. "Good. I was afraid this would
take longer." He smiles at Malcolm. "I told you it would feel better.
Am I right?"
Singha: "And
to prove your loyalty, you're going to do anything Dream and Ita tell you to
do, aren't you, Malcolm?" The doctor says cheerily. "Yes, sir."
Singha: ((that'
last bit was Malc, sorry))
Ita McNairee: och
sweetness, *she smiles proudly to malc, wrapping arms around him if he'll let
her, squeezing him pleasantly* Am glad yer a goodie noow, yer a fine lad.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He finds
himself staring at Malcolm as he takes the chains off, his hands not being
quite as efficient at unbinding him as they mind otherwise be. He bites his
lower lip and looks at Malcolm, then Ita, then the doctor.
Singha: "So,
Dream, Ita, what's your next step?" The Doc asks. Dream finds Malc bone
hard, leaking enough to make a wet spot on his trousers.
Singha: Malc
doesn't move after the chains are unfastened, as if truly awaiting permission
to move.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He leans
down next to Malcolm, putting his hand on the man's thigh, rubbing it lightly.
"Malcolm, we need to find Trevor. Someone pulled the wool back over his
eyes about the Doctor's work, blinding him to the truth. We need to fix
that."
Singha: And he
makes a short little moan as Ita hugs him, clearly aroused by being so close to
her.
Singha: "Master
Trevor?" he asks a bit querelously
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods,
smiling widely at the terminology. "Yeah, that's right, Malcolm. Master
Trevor. Where is he?"
Singha: "I
don't know."
Ita McNairee: *malc's getting all the
attention in the world it'd seem, pikey just happy that he's on their side now,
feeling less guilty by the second* He's nae en atlantic cety nae moore. tha ah
kain.
Ita McNairee: ah kain oo's kain! *she cheers a
little, perking to Jer* Ah reckon Karlos oor Angelia lass'll kain.
Singha: Malc's
huge pupils vaguely try to follow Jer, his legs going invitingly wide at Jer's
hand on his thigh. "I'm sorry sir, should I call you Master, also?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Who
does know, Malcolm?" His hand slides to the top of his leg, then around to
the inner thigh. "Who knows where we can find him?"
Singha: "I
don't know, sir. All I know is that he visited the...Concerto...on the
12th."
Singha: He does
his best to look down to see what Jer is doing, the motion pinching the tender
skin of his neck in the the rings of his chainmail choker, he winces, looking
as if he's vaguely trying to recall something.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "No,
you don't need to call me Master. We'll leave that honor for others." He
smiles a little. "So he visited the Concerto on the 12th. Who did he talk
to? Karlos?"
Ita McNairee: *ita smiles to malc, stroking
his shoulders pleasantly before giving him another squeeze. such a good kid.*
Singha: "Yes,
sir. He talked to Master Karlos."
Singha: He
groans a bit, closing his eyes and squirming slightly in the chair as Ita
strokes him.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods at
that, and he slides his fingertips down the length of Malcolm's inner thigh,
then slowly back up. "Do you know what they talked about?"
Ita McNairee: *she frowns a little. master
karlos.. thats not right. a chuckle as he moans.. she singsongs quietly* ye
reckon ee could find oot frem hes Karlos loves? *she looks to jer, rubbing the
kids neck happily* where trev es?
Singha: His
knees go slightly farther apart, as if Jer's touch was a signal to make himself
more available to the man. "Master Karlos told me that he didn't trust
Master Trevor. Because Master Trevor no longer was injured. So they didn't
speak long."
Singha: "Master
Trevor told Master Karlos that he had been captured by the Union. And they
healed his injury and purged the algorithm from him."
Singha: "And
he said that the cash flow for the casino was going to be interrupted, because
Master Trevor had to hide all the assets he didn't want the Union to
seize."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sighs.
"God damn Technocrats. Always trying to fuck things up." He looks at
Malcolm, smiles a little, and cops a quick feel as his hand slides around to
run down the length of his other thigh. "Malcolm, we need Karlos on our
side. And the rest of the Body. Do you think you can do that?"
Ita McNairee: technocrats.. .. bad folks? *she
chirps, looking down to dream with a cocked head* She dips her head to nibble
up Malc's neck, just nibble... *
Singha: His
breath catches, and he seems to totally lose his train of thought for a moment.
"I...don't know...sir," he offers timidly. "I'm afraid of most
of them."
Ita McNairee: 8,5,5,2,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns a
little, and moves his hand away. "Malcolm...this is really, really
important. We need Trevor, and the Body. Who do you think you can get?"
Singha: He
starts to weep a bit, as Dream withdraws, as if he's afraid of being punished.
"I'm sorry sir, I can try to get them all in one place for you but...I
can't...defy Master Karlos or Master Trevor."
Ita McNairee: cha cha
darlin.. dinnae greite *she kisses his neck, managing to ignore his veins for
the moment, rubbing her cheek against him*
Singha: "I'll
do whatever you want, sir," he pleads, shuddering again as Ita rubs her
cheek against him.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He gets a
hard look in his face as Malcolm starts to weep, and sets his jaw. "Shut
up, Malcolm. Stop fuckin' crying." Said through gritted teeth.
Singha: He
winces at Jer's hard words and stops crying immediately. Like a faucet. He's
obviously a bit afraid of Jer. "Yes, sir, I'm sorry sir."
Ita McNairee: *and jer gets a disapproving
look from puppydog eyes. "don't you hurt the boy" * Shh shh darlin..
*the little gypsy clucks to him, murmering* how ye reckon ye can help.. best
way?
Singha: 6,1,2,2,3,8,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He stands
up, over Malcolm, looking down at him and ignoring Ita's words and look.
"Who in the Body can you get that will be able to stand up to everyone, if
you can't?" The last part is a bit of an accusation.
Singha: "I
can get them in one place...I'm pretty sure I can...get them all to try to
capture TRevor...and when they are all there...you can...shoot them all...like
me?"
Singha: "Oh,
I mean Master Trevor," he says quickly, cringing a bit, as if expecting a
blow. Or worse.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He
considers that, and looks over at the doctor. "Doctor...we'll need more
people, if we're going to get them all together. Do you have anyone that can
help with that?"
Singha: "Certainly,"
the Doctor affirms. "If I know where and when, and how many you expect to
take down at once, I can arrange for suitable equipment and personnel to be on
hand."
Ita McNairee: 9,7,3,8,
Ita McNairee: *her eyes drift to Malc's throat
again, and she frowns, giving it a kiss to tide herself over, gnawing at her
lip and murmering* yer daen fine lovies... ah'm proud o ye aye?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods,
smiling. "Thank you, Doctor." He looks back at Malcolm, his
expression darkening a little as he puts his foot on the piece of chair poking
out between Malcolm's legs. "Do you think you can pull that off? Get
everyone together, where we can take them all down?"
Singha: His
glassy, dazed eyes drift over toward Ita, and he smiles. "Thank you,
Mistress."
Singha: He
twitches a bit at the foot between his legs, his attention snapping fearfully
toward Jer. "Yes, sir, I'll do m'n best, sir."
Ita McNairee: nae mistress darlin. ah'm yer
friend. an Dream es tae.. *she frowns up to him. this had NOT been
in the plan. hurting malcolm*
Ita McNairee: *her eyes go to the foot, then
to jer. don't. *
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((To
clarify...on the chair, not on Malcolm. He's not hurting him, just making moves
for effect.))
Ita McNairee: ((oh he's still getting the
look))
Singha: ((*nods*
I got that. Just Malc's so close to bursting any thing down there's going to
give him a twitch or two.))
Singha: With his
pupils so opened, he can't see very well, and so instinctivly yawns, tasting
the air. He shudders again, leaning his head back, thrusting his chest up
toward Jer, making the nipple ring on his rt nipple poke out startly as the
fabric stretches across his chest.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods,
removing the foot and smiling, though he doesn't relax any. "Good
lad."
Singha: ((startly=starkly))
Singha: He
smiles at Jer's words, looking relieved to have pleased him.
Ita McNairee: och then, auls peaches loves..
*she rubs a hawked nos along the side of the boys face, like an over
affectionate family pet*
Ita McNairee: 7,7,7,9,
Singha: As she
rubs along his face, he tilts his head to give her better access to his neck.
Singha: 7,5,2,3,4,
Ita McNairee: *a releived sigh of her own as
she gives him a kiss on his cheek, temptation to nibble the boy a bit more
deeply finally tucked away* och nae loves.. nae o tha darlins.. *she gives him
a grin and a wink. no no. none of that*
Singha: "Please,"
he asks, utterly pathetically. "Please..."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He grunts
at Malcolm's reaction to his words. "Are there any traps waiting for us
downstairs? Anything at all?"
Singha: "Downstairs,
sir?" He blinks at Jer, as if he's trying to remember where he is exactly.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: His face
screws into one of disgust. "Oh, for God's sake..." He looks at Ita.
"Ita, I need to talk to you for a moment." He gestures his head
toward the bathroom.
Singha: He
cringes slightly at Jer's disgust.
Ita McNairee: *a shake of her head to malcolm,
and a reassuring pat, before she trundles with jer, still irate about his
threat with the foot* Aye loves, wha's yer matter?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He walks in
the bathroom and shuts the door, keeping his voice low. "Ita, he can't
think coherantly if he thinks you're going to...fucking FEED off of him. And
now he's begging for it...Christ."
Singha: he remains
exactly as they left him, as if awaiting orders or permission to move.
Ita McNairee: *its all a ramble of pikey
speak, one lolng singsonged word* Ah'm nae gintae fooken FEEd en hem damnet!
aye .. tempten as shite.. but ah dinnae et humes.. an ah'm awfi fooken low awn
me juices.. sae ah reckon ah'm behaven meself pretty damn wonderful. *she
shakes her head* Stop threaten tha felly.. catch moore bee's wie honey than a
kick en tha arse!
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shakes
his head, and takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. "I haven't
hurt him, Ita. Jesus, the kid's loving it...he's getting OFF on it, in case you
haven't noticed. He'll be fine, trust me. But with you in the room, he can't
focus. He doesn't even remember where he IS." He sighs. "Listen, if
you need some blood, I'll give you some, all right? But then I need you out of
here. Go back to the hotel. I promise, I won't hurt him."
Ita McNairee: nae NAE NAE.. och nae.. loves ye
kain ah canne be alone, ah'll gie glimmer fooked. *eyes widesn and she shakes
her head obstinantly* ah'll jes set awn tha bed an talk frem there.. aye? jes..
dinnae threaten tha lad. ee's daen fine.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He grits
his teeth. "Look, you can take the computer with you. Talk to the Doctor.
He'll keep you sane, okay?"
Ita McNairee: *a low growl. no. she doesn't
like that idea. a shake of her head* Loves.. jes gawn an ask the felly.. fer
tha love o christ loves..
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sighs,
and shuts his eyes, trying to block out the frustration migraine beginning to
form. "All RIGHT!" The last word is a growl. "Fine, we'll do it
your way...Jesus."
Ita McNairee: THank ye loves.. *frowns the
stubborn pikey.. no way in HELL was she walking all the way home before setting
up that computer... she nods and opens the door to the bathroom*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He marches
out of the bathroom, clearly frustrated, and looks at Malcolm. "All right,
Malcolm. You said you couldn't defy Karlos. Can you lie to him? I mean, you're
going to have to, to get him to the set-up, right?"
Ita McNairee: *she huffs in releif, moving to
the bed, circling 3 times and plunking down to watch intently*
Singha: "No,
sir, I'm sorry I can't lie to Master Karlos, he forbade it."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He rubs his
temples, sighing. "Of course he did. Otherwise, it would be too damn
easy." He looks at Malcolm. "Will Karlos be suspicious if you're not
at the Concerto tonight?"
Singha:
"No,
I'm supposed to meet with the others."
Ita McNairee: *the pikey
cocks her head, considering*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "And
the others won't be suspicious when you're gone?"
Singha: "I
can go meet them and then...hurry off. Karlos won't expect me for a
while."
Ita McNairee: *the pikey scratches at her head
from the bed, paying careful attention*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Thank
God for small favors." He purses his lips, thinking. "All right,
Malcolm, here's what's going to happen. You're going to set up a suite for us
here, under someone else's name. I don't care the name, as long as it doesn't
attract attention. No Britney Spears's, or Brad Pitts, or Schondorfs, or Trever
Dunnes, okay? When you've got it set up, come back and take me up there. We'll
talk some more. Ita can stay here with the Doctor. How long do you have until
your meeting?"
Singha: He still
hasn't moved, his legs spread wide open, his back arched, neck draped over the
back of the chair. It can't be a comfortable position but he's holding it until
he hears otherwise.
Singha: "About
forty minutes, sir."
Ita McNairee: *her lips get nibbled as she
looks at the poor boy, then Jer* ...loves.. *a jingling motion to the contorted
malcolm* ee doesnae ave tae dae tha, aye?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns.
"All right. Set up the room, and go to your meeting. Be perfectly natural.
Don't fuck this up...if they figure you out, we're all screwed. Come back, and
we'll hear what happened."
Ita McNairee: ((speaking of about 40 minutes..
i move today *laughs* I need sleeps in a half hour or so))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He holds a
finger up to Ita, as if to ask for just a moment, and looks at Malcolm.
Singha: "Yes,
sir. May I...lick myself sir. I'll not be able to function with this...drug
still in me."
Ita McNairee: *a low noise. but she's silent,
letting him work..what lick yourself?*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods.
"Go ahead. Get yourself together and composed."
Singha: He
raises his forearm up ~very~ clumsily and licks it.
Singha: 8,6,5,8,9,7,
Ita McNairee: *her head cocks.. he IS actually
licking himself?*
Singha: His
pupils shrink back to normal and he seems far more alert. He smiles to jer.
"Thank you, sir." Then rises and straightens his clothing, doing his
best to position his still erect package in such away as to not be too
noticeable.
Singha: he leans
forward and whispers something to Jeremy.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas: "Do you wish all my piercings in, sir?
Shall I make myself ready for you?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He smiles a little, finally relaxing some, and nods in
the affirmative to Malcolm, putting his hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Go, get ready for your meeting. Call me when you've got the room set
up."
Ita McNairee: *the men are watched intently,
the better to remain distracted she bites at her lip and pushes hair out of her
face, a smile to the men*
Singha: "Yes,
sir." And he heads out after picking up his phone and making the
appropriate call.
Singha: (the
call to get a suite. *G* I gotta go sleep now thanks for the scene guys))