Samantha Jacobs: There's a low groan at whatever is
said on the phone. "I don'y have their numbers!"
Samantha Jacobs: "Abbey, I think she had an
anuersyum... I can't DO anything for that, and the fuckingf driver is still here and I
can't call the emts..." A fumbling for Michelle's phone, desperately checking for
Adriana's number in it.
Abbey Randelle: 8,7,4,
Samantha Jacobs: "Okay." A muted whimper,
a hand still trying to mop up blood, stroking Michelle's hair once. "Don't
die..."
Samantha Jacobs: Her own phone slips out of her
hands as she's hung up on, left alone with the unconcious Michelle. Basic traning kicks in
and she does what she can for the woman, trying to settle her how she was taught. BUt
fuck, she's demolitions, NOT medical!
Michelle Morgan: Michelle's phone does in fact have
the phone number for Adriana. However, the good doctor must be busy, or away from her
phone, 'cause it's not answering. She gets voicemail.
Samantha Jacobs: "Fuck!" She sobs, letting
that phone fall too, and focusing all her attention on Michelle. "Don't, don't,
don'tdon'tdon't!"
Michelle Morgan: She's breathing, but weakly, and
her skin tone is pale.
Abbey Randelle: *abbey's on her way, aking it closer
in record time.. all the lights are just somehow turning green as she talks quickly on the
phone. short.. clipped 1st names.. she means business*
Samantha Jacobs: Too much stress, too little sleep,
she's getting delerious. She's not sure who it is, or where she is, or what, but its a man
down, and its her fault. Where the FUCK are medics?! Heat, sand, its all swirling and she
just knows its bad. Her chest heaves. "Don't die... don't die..."
Abbey Randelle: *sams phone rings again*
Samantha Jacobs: She stares at the phoone blankly,
then SNAPS back to reality, and snatches it up. "A-A-Abbbey?"
Samantha Jacobs: "Alive." She says weakly.
"Pale. Breathing shallowly. And bleeding out her nose." She starts to rock a
little. Her own breathing is sounding like shit.
Abbey Randelle: Sam. Please remain calm. I
understand your concern. However it is imperitive you remain calm.
Samantha Jacobs: "I'm trying, I'm
-trying-."
Michelle Morgan: And she sits up suddenly, with a
start, gasping for breath, eyes wide and holding her chest.
Abbey Randelle: then remain so. On my way. I shall
be there in perhaps 8 minutes at the most
Samantha Jacobs: She -flips out-. There us a yelp,
phone droppping from her hands as they both grab Michelle's arm. "Michlle?!"
Samantha Jacobs: ((Er. Typos. Sorry))
Michelle Morgan: She spends several moments trying
to control her gasping breaths. A hand is on the ground, propping her in a sitting
position as she stares ahead.
Samantha Jacobs: Arms slide around Michelle, holding
her up so she doesn't have to, staring at her in mute fear and panic.
"Michelle?" Its a weak, strangled whisper.
Michelle Morgan: Finally, her breathing slowls a
little bit, and she closes her eyes. "...Sam?"
Samantha Jacobs: A shaking hand comes up, trying to
wipe away the blood from her face, though it only ends up smearing it more on both of
them. Her breathing now a painful rasp. "Don't... don't die..."
Michelle Morgan: "I'm...I'm okay, Sam."
She breathes slowly, controlled breaths. "I'm...I'm fine."
Abbey Randelle -> Michelle Morgan: (just allowing
some time for continuity)
Michelle Morgan -> Abbey Randelle: ((Cool))
Samantha Jacobs: "A-A-Abbey and T-Travis are
coming." She's shaking, pretty violently, still holding Michelle. "It'll...
it'll be okay." Or it won't. BUt it sounds good.
Michelle Morgan: She nods a little bit, wrapping her
arms around Sam. "I'm okay, honestly. Something...I healed. Someone must have healed
me."
Abbey Randelle: *buzzingggg!!*
Samantha Jacobs: There's a particularily violent
twitch at the buzzing. She manages to snatch the phone, to allow Abbey and Travis up.
Before Michelle is clung to again.
Michelle Morgan: She just sits there as Sam buzzes
them in. She shakes her head, trying to come to terms with what just occurred.
Abbey Randelle: *She looks to travis and speaks
quietly as they enter the elevator*
Samantha Jacobs: It's really not pretty when Abbey
and Travis actually get in. There is a pool of blood on the floor, half mopped up with
Sam's ripped shirt. Sam's hands have blood smeared on them, as do both phones and her
shirt. Michelle's also nicely bloodied too. And the driver is still just sitting there.
Travis Kennedy: Travis stands beside her, replying and speaking not
as quietly, but quiet enough.
Abbey Randelle: *a soft murmer in the elevator, a
nod, calm.. ... aaaaaaand the Hermetics arrive at the door to the suite. a sharp rap of
delicate knuckles*
Samantha Jacobs: "S'open." She says
numbly. And is still not letting go of Michelle.
Travis Kennedy: He pushs the door open gently,
glancing around the room..
Michelle Morgan: She looks up at the knock...oh.
Yeah, Abbey and Travis.
Abbey Randelle: *She enters and raises her chin,
looking over michelle and Sam* Miss Jacobs, Miss Morgan? Is all well?
Abbey Randelle: *obviously all was well. Abbey was
back to using surnames*
Samantha Jacobs: She preses bloody fingers to
Michelle's neck. Yes, she has a pulse. Yes, its normal. She -knows- she should be asking
Michelle questions to check her mental state, but she can only nod to Abbey.
Travis Kennedy: He steps in quietly after Abbey
Randelle and closes the door, holding the handle until the door is completely shut and
then slowly releasing it so that not a noise is made with his entry. He looks down at the
puddle of blood oddly.
Michelle Morgan: "...yeah, Abbey. I'm okay, I
think." It comes out slow, as if the woman is a little dazed. Which makes sense...she
looks about ready to pass out.
Abbey Randelle: *the girl is not quite as put
together as she usually is. she's in a white satin catsuit, backless, sleevless, and the
thing looks like she's been rolling around on a dirty floor, its entirely scuffed up,
she's not wearing the usual coat, her hair is wisping about in an unruly halo, and she
smells equally of sweat, dirt, and grapefruit* What is it that occurred to put you in such
a state Miss Morgan? I'm to understand you were attempting an effect?
Samantha Jacobs: "Who's our current president
Michelle?" Looking back to her. Right. She also needed to get them clean. But that
involved letting her go.
Travis Kennedy: Travis looks over from the blood
puddle to the driver with a little bit of a smile on his lips, and then turns to take in
Abbey's current state. His eyes go a little wide for a fraction of an imagined second, and
then he returns to the conversation at present between Michelle and Samantha.
Michelle Morgan: "Bill Clinton. Well, he was
the last fairly-elected President, anyway. Usurper Bush and the Neocon Facist Regime
now."
Michelle Morgan: Yep. Still Michelle.
Travis Kennedy: ((I agree!)) Travis tries to
maintain a blank face, not letting them know that he voted for Bush.
Samantha Jacobs: Her head thumps dully on Michelle's
shoulder. She's okay. "I'm... going to move you to a chair. And then get some stuff
to clean us up. Okay?"
Michelle Morgan: She looks up from her sitting
position on the floor to Abbey. "I was...trying to reach the driver's mind, see if
he...um, knew anything. Got my head slammed in the door of reality."
Abbey Randelle: *abbey stays away from religion and
politics. its polite. she sets about smoothing the wisps of hair behind her ears with
several deft flicks of her hands, maintaining her calm grey eyed gaze on the rockchick* I
understand.
Michelle Morgan: "Okay." She nods to Sam,
and tries to stand up, moving to whatever chair Sam moves her to.
Travis Kennedy: Travis walks over to sit down beside
the driver, and snaps his fingers in front of the driver's face.
Samantha Jacobs: Stand? No. Sam, despite her chest,
seems to effortlessly pick up Michelle (carefully) and moves her over to a chair with long
strides. She's settled in (carefully)
Michelle Morgan: She blinks a bit as Sam picks her
up, but she doesn't fight it at all. She leans into Sam, looking very much the saved
damsel, and lays back in the chair. She looks up to Sam with loving gratitude.
Abbey Randelle: *Abbey surveys herself and gives a
muted frown. mm. in disarray. she gives an apologetic curl of her lips. she glances to
Sam* Are you in further need of Assistance?
Samantha Jacobs: She hesitates, and then moves off
to gather towels, soap, and clean clothes. Anc bleach. An ugly cough into her hands as she
disappears into another room.
Samantha Jacobs: "I... I don't know." She
says to Abbey tiredly. "I think... we're okay now." She glances at the albino
Travis Kennedy: Lesbians are so hot. Wrong, but
hot. He forces his attention back to the fancy cabbie, "Hey driver?"
Michelle Morgan: "Sam, don't worry about the
carpet. We can get that spot replaced." The driver looks Travis way as the snap
occurs, and smiles. "Hello, sir. Where may I drive you?"
Travis Kennedy: He grins. "Nowhere yet. Can you
answer some questions for me?"
Samantha Jacobs: A little more coughing, the woman
returning with a new shirt, a blanket, and soap and water to clean Michelle off. Warily
eyeing the driver.
Abbey Randelle: *abbey quirks a tense smile* Might I
use your lavoratory Miss Morgan?
Driver: "Of
course, sir."
Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, Abbey, no
problem."
Travis Kennedy: "Can you remember going to
school as a kid?"
Driver: He smiles
blandly to Travis. "I'm sorry, sir. Such information was useless. I did not require
it."
Samantha Jacobs: She settles by Michelle, and then
sets out... cleaning her up. As if its habit- like she's taking care of a wounded
commrade.
Travis Kennedy: "What is the eariest thing you
can remember?"
Abbey Randelle: *the albino dissappears into the
bathroom to take full assessment of herself. washing her hands and face, slicking her
white hair back, sanatizing*
Michelle Morgan: She doesn't fight being cleaned,
though she watches Sam, blinking a little. "Samantha. I'm okay now. Okay?"
Driver: "I'm
sorry, sir. Memories are useless to my task."
Samantha Jacobs: She nods to Michelle, but the
sentiment doesn't reach her eyes. She just... tenderly cleans the blood form the other
woman until she's blood free.
Travis Kennedy: Last question. "Do you only
have one task?"
Driver: "Yes, sir.
I am the driver."
Travis Kennedy: He smiles goodnaturedly, "And I
bet you're good at your job, you special person you." He gets up and walks to take a
seat somewhere else. "I'm done."
Michelle Morgan: She sighs a little, looking to Sam
with a sad smile, and lets her finish cleaning.
Abbey Randelle: *a few minutes asn she's out. less
scuffed, less sweaty. still not as perfect as she usually is. but better*
Samantha Jacobs: She ditches the bloody rag now. And
grabs a clean one to wipe herself, and the cell phones off with. Her gun is reholstered.
Driver: The man nods
graciously at Travis's praise, and remains there.
Travis Kennedy: He looks over to Michelle, "Are
you going to try again?"
Michelle Morgan: "Well...let's not do that
again, eh?" A weak attempt at humor.
Michelle Morgan: "Later, yes. Once I've had
sleep," she assures Sam. "And done some good, strong meditating at Haven."
Travis Kennedy: (DLP)
Travis Kennedy: (or not.)
Abbey Randelle: *she looks at Michelle* I understand
you are tired. Do you require further assistance?
Samantha Jacobs: Her jaw might have twitched. Its
hard to tell. She eyes her ripped and bloody shirt, and then strips it off, quickly
sliding into a clean one. Mm, hey, lotsa scars. She finally allows herself to settle near
Michelle.
Samantha Jacobs: "Can... can't someone just
take him?" She gestures tiredly to the driver.
Michelle Morgan: She also pulls her shirt off,
switching to the one that Sam brought for her. Screw decorum, she's had a shitty day. She
does give Abbey an apologetic shrug at the action.
Travis Kennedy: He shakes his head, "Abbey,
stay for a while longer. So what was the deal with Tansy, Michelle?"
Abbey Randelle: *and abbey blinks, politely turning
her head and averting her eyes. Travis says stay, and in respect to her mentor, she
remains. hands clasping politely in her lap*
Samantha Jacobs: "No." She holds up a
hand. "No... talking. Shhh. Tomorrow. She's fine for now. Talking... after
sleep." Michelle nearly died. There will be no talking!
Travis Kennedy: Suddenly hard eyes turn toward Sam,
but then the moment is gone and they soften, returning to Michelle.
Travis Kennedy: That's right, she did not just pull
off her shirt. Maintain... horizon....
Michelle Morgan: "Sam, this won't take long. I
promise." She leans against the other woman, lightly rubbing her back, as she looks
to Travis and Abbey. "The Marauder's name is Robert. He killed Tansy's mother when
she was five, because he was after her. Over the last 14 years, he's killed other mages
who have been associated with both her and her mother. And he's here in New York, and he
was after that child, Jason, in much the same way he was after Tansy."
Abbey Randelle: *she archs a white eyebrow at travis
in question, then looks to Michelle* So we dispose of him. Perhaps we might use the two as
bait.
Travis Kennedy: He nods, "So, is he her
father?"
Samantha Jacobs: She stares a little blankly at
Travis. She gets Tansy is important to him, but so is Michelle to her. Her eyes close
briefly as Michelle goes into an explination and open wearily. She turns her head to hide
a cough.
Michelle Morgan: "Maybe, Travis...I don't know.
There were hints of that in the...memories Tansy and I uncovered. Things Robert said. But
they could be interpreted other ways. Robert called him hers. I think he may be
ex-Chorus...after he killed..." Her eyes shut, and she swallows hard. "Tansy's
mother, he gave a long prayer in Latin and called her a Pagan bitch." The eyes open
back up.
Samantha Jacobs: She slides an arm around Michelle,
fightning to keep herself focused and on the task at hand. There is a fine trembling only
Michelle can probably detect.
Michelle Morgan: "I don't know if using Tansy
as bait is wise. And Jason is in the custody of someone else...I don't know who. Somewhere
warded...possibly the AATR. I don't think Robert has him, though...or rather, Jason
doesn't think so. He wasn't that scared, ust confused."
Travis Kennedy: Another soft nod, "So, do we
kill Robert?"
Samantha Jacobs: She nods. SHE thinks they should
kill him.
Michelle Morgan: "I think that would be
wise." She rests her head against Sam's shoulder.
Abbey Randelle: I would expect so. we need only
locate him. *she murmers calmly. as upset as if she were talking about a rodent problem.
actually, likely less so* In any event. If the man is murdering mages that associate with
Tansy. It is likely best you cease doing so.
Samantha Jacobs: She raises a hand, stroking
Michelle's hair.
Travis Kennedy: "Or make someone else look like
Tansy, and use them as bait."
Michelle Morgan: "Abbey, ideas like that is why
we can't get anything done these days." She shakes her head a little, still on the
other woman's shoulder. "When one of ours is threatened, we don't back away. We
should close ranks, and unite. Stop the problem, and save our own."
Samantha Jacobs: She narrows eyes faintly, watching
everyone and listening. And not commenting.
Michelle Morgan: There was a tacful way to put that.
Maybe she'll find it when she's had her first real sleep in a week, and hasn't just nearly
died.
Abbey Randelle: I'm not implying we ignore the
threat. I'm suggesting we not draw further attentions to ourselves, So our actions may be
less anticipated and therefor more effective. Is there a safe place in which to store Miss
Tansy, in the meantime? *a quiet murmer*
Travis Kennedy: He waits, and crosses his arms.
Abbey Randelle: *chin up. apparently no offense was
taken at Michelle's statement*
Samantha Jacobs: "Can... we talk about this
later?" She says finally, rubbing a temple. "We have a threat, we have to deal
with. But I, nor Michelle, are going to be able to think up good tactics on no sleep.
Please?"
Abbey Randelle: *her eyes flick to sam*
Michelle Morgan: She shrugs a little bit.
"I...don't know. Those are all possible ideas, the non-Tansy bait and the hiding her
out, but...I just can't come up with feasable ideas right now." She looks up to Sam.
Abbey Randelle: *an inclination of her head. she
looks up to travis* MIss Jacobs and Miss Morgan have both had several extremely trying
days as of late. Do you require transport?
Samantha Jacobs: See. Michelle agres. Sleep now,
other mages leave. And take the driver. A pause, and a little sigh as she raises eyes.
"Would it be possible for either of you to take the driver? So he doesn't wake up
somehow, and attempt to kill us in our sleep? Once I've slept I'll take him back of
course..."
Abbey Randelle: *yes. thats abbey speak for .. I'm
going now. *
Abbey Randelle: *she frowns slightly* I can take the
man if you require.
Travis Kennedy: "Has anyone tried to Scry the
man yet?" He stands up and walks to the door, "Abbey, could I get a ride with
you?"
Samantha Jacobs: "I'd greatly appreciate it,
Miss Randelle, and I'd be sure to repay you." There is sincerty, but the words are...
dull. She's running on empty.
Michelle Morgan: "We'll take him back when we
can, Abbey. Thank you."
Abbey Randelle: Of course. Driver *she murmers* Do
come with me. *she looks to Michelle, realizing something suddenly* does it eat? Sleep?
otherwise function?
Michelle Morgan: The driver smiles nods to Abbey's
command, standing up and moving to follow her. Michelle shrugs. "I haven't seen him
sleep. He hasn't asked for food."
Travis Kennedy: "Um, has anyone tried to Scry
the man yet?"
Abbey Randelle: is It alive? not an automation of
some variety? Has anyone checked the thing? *she looks at the driver* Yes. has any scrying
occured?
Michelle Morgan: "No, I haven't, Travis.
I...don't know if I can in relation to him. Too much...in the way." She shakes her
head. "I believe he's alive, yes, Abbey. Though I'm not positive."
Abbey Randelle: mm. *she looks to travis.* Mr.
Kennedy. Does your curse affect non living matter? *its clear what she's going for.
eyebrow up*
Travis Kennedy: "No, it does not." He has
no idea what she is going for.
Samantha Jacobs: She watches.
Abbey Randelle: *she takes the drivers hand, and if
it is bare, she touches Travis's hand with it.. assuming the braindead man doesn't
resist.*
Travis Kennedy: He pulls back his hand!
Travis Kennedy: "Abbey..."
Michelle Morgan: She watches idly. If she had and
strength of will left, she'd probably object. Right now, she just doesn't care. Whatever
gets her and Sam in bed quickest.
Samantha Jacobs: Her hand continues to idly stroke
Michelle's hair, watching the scene with dull eyes.
Michelle Morgan: The braindead man doesn't resist.
((Though Travis obviously does. *G*))
Abbey Randelle: *she frowns mutedly for a moment*
Mr. Kennedy. I was attempting to verify it was alive without resorting to a use of our
skills. very well. I shall scan it at my leisure. *she sighs nearly inaudibly and looks to
the women* Miss Morgan, Miss Jacobs. Good evening.
Samantha Jacobs: "Goodnight Miss Randelle,
thank you again." A nod, and a nod to Travis as well. "Thank you too
Travis."
Michelle Morgan: "Later, guys. Thank you, both
of you."
Travis Kennedy: "Night." He steps out the
door and heads toward the elevator quickly.
Abbey Randelle: Come driver, thank you. *Abbey's
behind him, murmering to the driver as she follows the other hermtic out to the car*
Michelle Morgan: The driver follows out, and once
the door is shut, Michelle curls into Sam, sighing deeply. "I'm sorry, love...from
now on, I listen, okay?"
Samantha Jacobs: She slides down, and around
Michelle, stroking her hair. The shaking a little more noticable now. "Its... its
okay." No, its not. But she was alive. "Let's... go to sleep. Go get ready
I'll... clean up the rest of the.... carpet."
Michelle Morgan: She makes a small, sad sound.
"Leave the carpet. I'll get the spot replaced." She presses a kiss to the
other's neck, then gets up, trying to lead Sam into the bedroom.
Samantha Jacobs: She doesn't protest, rising to following Michelle into the bedroom.