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.