Several agents go out together to a club for a good time and to get to know one another. Fletch, Tasha, Joe, Trina, Stormcrow, Hertz, Josie and Hans are those who made it out. Joe and Trina do some dancing as do Hans and Tasha after a bit of a discussion with Fletch and Josie on partying as teens. All seems to go alright, even Hertz finds himself a dancing partner. However, another one of those weird dark fabric of time ripping creature things shows up again. The club’s evacuated and the being goes after Stormcrow, “stabbing” her (think a ghost or something moving their arm though someone living) through but unlike the furniture and other items the Megs use against it, she does not disappear but is only shocked with fear. After dumping liquids on it, the being vanishes and the Megs head on out to take Stormcrow to HQ.
<Sagey> ((::waits, thinking, debating chara::))
<FletchRyder> ((Oh my goodness.. I thought for a minute that said “PENGUIN!” ::collapses::))
<TashaForge> <Joe>::issa Tasha’s DD for the night. lol! we meeting at MBI first or meeting at the club?::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<HanxLynx> ::LOL! XD sooooo just got off duty. showered. dried. wearing pair of nice black pants, red shirt that has three buttons near the collar, two undone, sleeves pushed up a bit, black shoes. at MBI mun assumes::
* LadyStormcrow is now known as StormcrowMerle
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ::okies! hrrrm…was off today mun says. shows up in a pair of blue jeans, black tube top, silver necklace and black boots:: <Joe>::in some black jeans and white t-shirt. black boots:: <both>::stroll on into the HQ!::
<FletchRyder> ::at his desk, looking a bit worn. glances at his watch::
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::was off duty, wearing slate grey skirt that flails out a little and goes a few inches above her knees, white shortsleeved blouse with a high collar, black boots that go just below her knees with heels. has bangs pulled to one side with a silver clip, silver bracelets on her right arm::
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::arrives for the shin dig and goes to breakroom to wait for everyone who’s going::
* TashaForge is now known as The_Forges
<The_Forges> ::venture on to the breakroom::<Tasha>::grins at Josie:: Hey hey! You ready to have a good time tonight?!
<FletchRyder> ::seeing its time for his shift to end, closes up the slim manilla folder on his desk and sticks it into the top drawer. stands up, rolling his neck, and then heads for the locker room::
<StormcrowMerle> ::makes her way slowly up the street, looking as if she’s having second thoughts. Had a chance to go shopping in the bargain bin, and now wears jeans, sneakers, a dark red sleeveless top, and some cheap plastic earrings. Heads up the steps::
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::raises brow ather excitment and smirks:: Of course. I was the one who suggested this in the first place.
<HanxLynx> ::hangs up uniform nice and neat in his locker. puts on his rolex and combs his hair nicely now in a mirror::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::sits by her and grins:: Of course. and a good idea it was. <Joe>::leans in the doorway to wait on the others::
<FletchRyder> ::pushes in the door to the locker room, as he makes his way to his locker:: Hey, Lynx.
<HanxLynx> <Josie> I know I’m a bit early but, just wanted to give myself plenty of time.
<StormcrowMerle> ::enters the lobby, goes to look for people. Has her hair down and loose with a black headband, rather than the bun she tries to keep while working::
<HanxLynx> Hey, I’m off duty. Call me Hans. ::smiles at him a moment and continues making sure his hair is in place::
* Sagey is now known as TrinaKorat
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I’m just ready to go. I hope everyone gets here soon.
<StormcrowMerle> ::recalls that people sometimes gather in the breakroom, so heads thataway!::
<FletchRyder> ::smirks, shrugging:: Whatever you want, kat. ::opens locker, digging out clothes::
<HanxLynx> Don’t tell me you’ll insist we all call you Agent Ryder at the club? ::shuts his locker and leans against it::
<HanxLynx> <Josie> How many are going to make it, do you know?
<StormcrowMerle> ::peeks cautiously into the breakroom::
<TrinaKorat> ::arriveseth at the Bureau in jeans and a beige shirt and brown boots. Has small hoop earrings and a very minimal amount of make up. Hair is loose from her usual pony tail::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I’m not sure. A few I think. <Joe>::blinks at LS. moves aside:: Hello, Miss Merle.
<StormcrowMerle> ::begins to dart away, but then stops:: Um, hello.
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::smiles:: Hey, Miss Merle. I see you’ve decided to join us tonight?
<FletchRyder> ::changes into a white button-up shirt, khakis, and brown shoes. the shirt’s left untucked and the collar unbuttoned:: You can call me anything but. ::closes locker::
<HanxLynx> Well then, ready to go Anything But? ::snickers at his lame joke and goes to the door of the tom’s locker rooms to exit::
<StormcrowMerle> Yeah, I guess. ::still nervous about the idea, especially now that one of the agents knows things about her she would rather not be known:: I managed to find some clothes, anyway. ::pulls at the edge of her top:: Nine ninety-nine in the bargain bin at Gate-Mart.
<TrinaKorat> ::pops her head into the breakroom:: Anyone here?
<FletchRyder> Oh, you’re a real funny kat. ::growls jokingly, playfully shoving him from behind::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::smirks at Trina:: Nope. we’re just ghosts. Go away. ::grins:: <Tasha> ::To LS:: Hey! Bargain bins are the bomb!
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::instinct is to salute lol:: You’re coming along too, ma’am?
<HanxLynx> Thank you, thank you. ::laughs as he’s shoved and goes to the breakroom::
<TrinaKorat> You can blame him. :points to Joe::
<StormcrowMerle> Uh, hello. ::to Trina. Then to Tasha:: I’m not disputing it. I would have gotten more, but I wanted to get these too. ::fingers one of her earrings::
<FletchRyder> ::pockets his keys and wallet, makes sure everythings properly put away in his locker, and then follows Lynx out:: So hey, Litterbin, any idea where we’re going?
<The_Forges> <Joe>::grins proudly at Trina’s comment:: couldn’t drag your brother out too?
<TrinaKorat> ::rolls her eyes:: He’s got… other plans.
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::nods:: Great!
<HanxLynx> Some club Tasha’s into. A newer one. ::enters the breakroom now:: I’m buying everyone’s first round to celebrate the recent two busts made.
<The_Forges> <Joe>Figures…
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> Great! No way I’d want that guy stumbling over me when I’m about to break out the funky chicken dance. <Trina> Alas, that’s the first dance Jason ever ruptured his kidney on.))
<HanxLynx> ((<Ann>::standing with Joe, who’s chained and gagged, in Kat Vegas, getting married by Elvis::))
<HanxLynx> ((JASE^
<HanxLynx> ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!!::))
<HanxLynx> ((wrong J mayun XD))
<HanxLynx> ((::dies!::))
<TrinaKorat> ((<Trina> ::cries!:: Our SO’s ran off with eachother! <Jase> ….))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HanxLynx> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TrinaKorat> Yeah, but I get to pick on him later. He mentioned “date”. That’s all I know.
<The_Forges> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<The_Forges> <Joe> date? uh oh..::smirks:: <Tasha> Hey guys! ::to the entering Fletch and Lynx::
<TrinaKorat> ((BRBRQ!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay!))
<FletchRyder> ::raises eyebrow at Lynx once they enter. wonders how the guy can afford that on the salary they get:: Hey. ::back to Tasha::
<HanxLynx> Hey Tasha. Is this everyone? ::smiles at the group collectively::
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::sits on table edge primly::
<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles a little back, kind of standing off to the side and trying to avoid being seen too much::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I think so. This is about all I got interested in going. we ready then? <Joe> I can carry a few in my truck if anyone doesn’t want to drive.
<HanxLynx> <Josie> I can drive the rest.
<HanxLynx> Three others in my car.
<HanxLynx> <Josie>^
<TrinaKorat> Sounds good.
<The_Forges> ((::DIIES AT this video on Yahoo Music!:: its missy Elliot singing and these little ninjas start coming in and taking out her dance guys in thebackground, then they start dancing. Suddenly they bag her up and ninja vanish outta there))
<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<HanxLynx> ((::busts up:: link? XD))
<HanxLynx> ((WB!))
<FletchRyder> <Ominous Footsteps> ::slowly approach the breakroom, growing increasingly louder and quicker, until suddenly they sort of seem to stumble and crash and yelp right outside the doorway. in rolls Hertz, garbed in a hideous polka dot vest and tie, with brown pants and blazer:: I’m ready to parta-aaaguuiii!! ::rolls into chair::
<The_Forges> ((I dunno. lemme see if I can find a link. Its an advertisement on there. I’ll see if they got it))
<HanxLynx> ((ah well I try to get it myself then -g-))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies Hertz*))
<TrinaKorat> ::cringes/winces at Hertz::
<The_Forges> ((yes! try! just click on the videos you wanna watch. you’ll eventually get it. theres that one and one with aliens taking people thats hilarrious too))
<StormcrowMerle> ::eeps!:: Um, hi Agent Hertz.
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::snorts at Hertz. tries not to bust up completely:: Hi Hertz. <Joe>::digs out his keys and snorts at Hertz::
<HanxLynx> ((::DIES Hertz!!::))
<FletchRyder> ::holds a paw over his eyes, muttering something about tearing up the guy’s memo::
<HanxLynx> ::can’t help it, busts up laughing, covers his mouth though to quickly shut himself up:: <Josie>::eyes widen:: Hertz?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::eyes rolling around, has an almost happy expression on his goofy face:: Hel..lo animal parties!
<TrinaKorat> ::goes help powa Hertz up::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::snickers more:: I um…think we better get going. ::before she busts up completely::
<TrinaKorat> You alright? ::to Hertz::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::helped up, holding his head as he’s still a bit dizzy:: I’ll fine be.
<StormcrowMerle> ::can’t help giggling a little too, though doesn’t want to be seen laughing at an agent, even if it *is* Hertz. Nods to Tasha:: Good idea.
<HanxLynx> ::snickering:: I agree. Who’s going with who? <Josie> How many can you seat, Joseph?
<The_Forges> <Joe> I got room for…three besides Tasha here. My back seat is open. <Tasha> I got shotgun!
<StormcrowMerle> ::waits to see who goes where::
<TrinaKorat> ::nods:; I’m okay wherever there’s room.
<HanxLynx> I’ll ride with you, Tasha. ::smiles at her;: <Josie> Alright then, Ryder, Merle and Hertz can come with me.
<TrinaKorat> Alright. I’ll go with the Forges.
<StormcrowMerle> ::uh-oes!:: Works for me. ::tries to look cheerful::
<The_Forges> <Joe> sounds good. Lets roll! ::heads out:: <Tasha> ::goes with! ready to roll. smiles at Hans:: don’t worry. I’m not driving so its safe.
<FletchRyder> Sounds- ::looks at Hertz, who’s turkey tie has come untucked from his vest:: good.
<HanxLynx> ((::DIES:: Man that is one awful get up XD))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TrinaKorat> ((:dies::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((brb!))
<TrinaKorat> ::goes after them after setting the alarm system. Mark should be arriving soon::
<HanxLynx> ::laughs a bit:: Like I’m worried when you do drive. ::goes with Joe ‘n co:: <Josie> Come on you all. ::smiles, leads the three passengers of hers to her own car::
<HanxLynx> <Josie>::drives a four door green Ford Taurus::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::goes on out and unlocks his truck. is the same one he used to have. Red, F-150 extended cab. climbs into the drivers seat:: <Tasha>::climbs in up front! wants control of the radio!::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Oh! I’m just shaking with giddyness! ::and literally is shaking too:: <Fletch> Shotgun? ::mutters under his breath, but no, will sit with Hertz in the back o’ that green machine::
<StormcrowMerle> ((back!))
<The_Forges> ((WB!))
<HanxLynx> ((wb!))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<TrinaKorat> :climbs up behind Tasha in the back::
<HanxLynx> ::lets Trina get in first, climbs in behind Joe in the back and smiles at Trina:: Glad to see you along too, ma’am.
<StormcrowMerle> ::follows the three others out to Josie’s car:: That’s fine with me; I don’t mind sitting in the back.
<HanxLynx> <Josie> ::gets in driver’s seat:: Sure, Ryder. ::smiles at him. eyes Hertz. hopes he doesn’t hurt himself or anything lol::
<FletchRyder> Huh? ::looking towards LS, a little embarrased he mutters that loudly:: Oh, well, if you’re sure… <Hertz> ::opens back door and scrambles in, immediately getting tangled in the seat belts::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::when all are in, pulls out! heads for the club! :: <Tasha>::turns on radio and cringes at rock music:: Geez Joe, going deaf? <Joe> Nope..just like my music loud. ::smirks:: <Tasha>::rolls eyes. starts searching for dance music::
<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: Please, call me Katrina. We’re off duty. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::oops, mun misread, thought the muttering was seperate from the “shotgun”::
<HanxLynx> ::nods:: Sure thing, Katrina. ::winces at the volume lol::
<FletchRyder> ::s’all good. clambors into the front before you can change your mind XD::
<TrinaKorat> Ow… ;:covers her ears::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nevermind then XD Sees Hertz getting tangled in the seatbelts, hesitates about climbing in:: Um, do you need any help?
<HanxLynx> ::waits for everyone to get in:: Hertz? You alright back there? ::turns in her seat to glance at him as she starts up her car::
<HanxLynx> <Josie>^
<TrinaKorat> ((<Josie> NO TOUCHY MY CAR! :beat up:: <Hanx> Muuuuuuuuuuun!!))
<The_Forges> ((::DIIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::turns that sucker down!:: <Joe> Sorry guys. ::smirks:: <Tasha> I’m gonna buy you a hearing aid if you ain’t careful. ::Settles for some station and sits back in seat::
<HanxLynx> ((::deadd and just now realizing his name UUUGH X_x::))
* HanxLynx is now known as HansLynx
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::sitting erect on one side, completely wrapped up by seat belts like a cocoon:: Um, you know me! Safety first. ::turning a bit bluish:: Air intake.. second!
<TrinaKorat> ((>D))
<HansLynx> ::mun SO glad we have vacation coming up now. needs it::
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles at them, sits back and looks out the window;:
<StormcrowMerle> Well, I need some of that safety too, so hold on a moment. ::sets about trying to remove at least one of the seatbelts::
<FletchRyder> <Lone Seatbelt> ::is removed, even allowing the bluish tint around Hertz to fade::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::waits for LS to help him before taking off lol::
<FletchRyder> ::looking over his shoulder at the scene, then comments to Josie:: I’m starting to like your car already, Lyons.
<The_Forges> <Joe>::drivey drivey!:: <Tasha>::turns around to see Trina better:: so, whats the chances of this little bust we did getting back to the Mayor and us getting approved?
<StormcrowMerle> ((<Stormcrow> ::only succeeds in getting herself tangled in the seatbelts too!:: Help! <Fletch&Josie> ::are sucked in as well!:: <SeatbeltCocoon> ::grows bigger and bigger, eventually swallowing the other cars!:: ))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<The_Forges> ((LOL!!))
<TrinaKorat> Provided his Cowardness concentrates on something other than his current golfgame, I’m hoping for good news. ::smiles:: tho’ the Deputy Mayor has been VERY supportive.
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes hold of the Lone Seatbelt and fastens it over herself. Keeps as far away from Hertz as she can while sitting on the same seat bench::
<HansLynx> <Josie> Hmm? ::looks at Fletch a bit confused::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::starts up car now fully, exits the lot and drives on out. glad she knows where they’re going too XD::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::starts sniffing something terrible. has the *worst* kinda’ itch on his nose:: Oooh. Ooooh. Oooh. ::eyes crossing and nose twitching::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> great! Glad to know maybe our chances have increased.
<HansLynx> She’s the one running the show anyway. ::smirks:: Manx is a fool.
<StormcrowMerle> ::glances at Hertz:: Are you okay?
<FletchRyder> Oh, nevermind. ::settles back in his seat::
<TrinaKorat> Just keep your fingers crossed.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> I-i-itch. ::near tears:: N-n-nose! Sooo…. iiiitchy… ::whimpering, squirming terribly in his restraints::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I will! ::grins:: <Joe>::fweeee! gets there!::
<HansLynx> <Josie> … then scratch it? ::says flatly::
<HansLynx> ((Hertz is like a kitten in a grown kat’s body lol))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> H-hands… b-bound… by fffate!! yaugh!
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<HansLynx> <Josie><Pleasedon’tsneeze, pleasedon’tsneeze> Merle can you unbind his hand please?
<StormcrowMerle> I’ll try. ::tries to reach over and help with untangling, if only to stop his whimpering::
<HansLynx> ::fwee!:: Wow, a Forge CAN drive. Just not the Tasha one. ::chuckles::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> hey now! :;gets out:: <Joe>::snickers. gets out: I like my truck to stay in one piece.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::hand is freed! and there was much rejoicing:: Aaaahhhhh. ::scratches to his satisfaction:: Bless you, my child. <Fletch> ::just shakes his head::
<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles, gets out too::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::inwardly groans XD:: Thanks, Merle.
<HansLynx> ::gets out as well and grins at her::
<StormcrowMerle> ::blinks:: Uh, thanks . . . ? ::then back to Josie:: No problem.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Be careful, Hans. You still owe me a dance. I’ll step on your feet. ::Grins:: <Joe> and she ain’t light on the feet either. <Tasha>::Slaps his arm:: hey now! <Joe> Owww!
<TrinaKorat> ::is amused at how all this reminds her of her and Jase’s feuds::
<HansLynx> ::laughs at that:: <Josie>::soon pulls up at the club as well:: Here we are. ::smiles::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::goes to pay his and Tasha’s way in. has all her money lol ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks at the club as they pull up::
<TrinaKorat> ::pays her way in::
<HansLynx> ::pays his way in as well. strolls on inside:: Lets find a place for everyone to stay near.
<HansLynx> <Josie>::exits her car and gets out after parking::
<FletchRyder> ::unbuckles and gets out:: This place looks newer. At least, it wasn’t around four years ago.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> there are some larger tables toward the back I know. ::heads that way:: <Joe>::Following! weaving in and out of the crowds::
<StormcrowMerle> ::exits after Josie, hoping she brought enough money for this outing:: I wouldn’t know.
<HansLynx> <Josie> It’s new yes. ::smiles:: LEt’s all go. ::looks at Merle:: Should you need me to pay your cover charge I can. ::starts walking to the door::
<TrinaKorat> ::goes after them, looking around. Isn’t used to clubbing::
<HansLynx> I’ll hang back and show everyone where you’ve all gone. ::calls out to them::
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks even more uneasy at that:: How much is the cover charge?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::tapping his head against his window:: Um, could someone, possibly, unravel me? <Fletch> ::resists temptation to just walk away and goes back and helps him out of the car::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::how much ees eet?::
<The_Forges> <Club>::not that much..um…geez..mun trying to remember her last cover charge. wants to say normal for minors is like $10, over 21 is $5 ::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::stops at the door to wait for Hertz and Fletch::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> gotcha! ::leads them to a nice sized table:: <Joe>::walks with her to the table. takes a seat near the dance floor::
<FletchRyder> ::catches up to the door with Hertz in tow::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::tells her eet! that’s highway robbery!::
<The_Forges> <Club>::no its called over 21 will spend more than a minor XD::
<TrinaKorat> ::sits! For sooth!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::small sigh, though not very relieved:: Thanks, but I can manage that. <Barely.>
<HansLynx> <Josie> Alright then. ::pays and goes inside::
<StormcrowMerle> ::goes up to payeth as well::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::Leans forward to Trina:: You want something to drink? I can get it if you like.
<FletchRyder> ::follows suit:: <Hertz> ::has to argue with the guy, insisting he is an adult, and finally gets in::
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::watching the dancefloor already. picking her first victim-er…dance partner XD::
<TrinaKorat> ::smiles:: Sure. I’ll have a skim milk with lots of ice.
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<The_Forges> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> Hey guys, we’re all going to be back here. ::greets them and leads them to where Trina ‘n such are::
<The_Forges> <Joe> Alright. ::smiles. gets up to go get drinks::
<TrinaKorat> :maw, he so nice;:
<The_Forges> <Joe>::Jez! i is!::
<TrinaKorat> ::waits, looking at the dance floor curiously;:
<FletchRyder> ::led to the back table, getting a bit bumped into along the way, as this place seems to be hoppin’ tonight::
<StormcrowMerle> ::follows zee grown-ups::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::Returns for sooth! hands her the milk and has his own. sits and sips::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::takes a seat at the table:: Phew. ::now Hertz is no longer her responsibility XD::
<HansLynx> Alright, what’s everyone… well besides Joe and Katrina, having to drink?
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Scotch on the rocks. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes a seat:: Do they have limeade? ::because it sounds classier than lemonade X) ::
<FletchRyder> ::sits down where there’s room:: <Hertz> ::likewise:: Oooh! I’d like a Shirley Temple, please! With a cherry.
<HansLynx> I’m sure they do, Miss Merle! ::smiles:: <Josie> I’m driving so I’m just going to have a cherry coke.
<The_Forges> <joe>::snorts at Hertz:: Thats a very…manly drink.
<TrinaKorat> Thanks. ::to Joe, takes a sip::
<HansLynx> ::snickers at that:: Alright. And you, Fletch?
<FletchRyder> Cream soda.
<The_Forges> <Joe> no problem. ::to Trina::
<TrinaKorat> ;:smiles at him sorta shyly::
<TrinaKorat> ((BRB!))
<The_Forges> ((okies!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay))
<HansLynx> I’ll be right back then. ::heads over to the bar, pullin’ out his wallet::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::grins at Hertz:: A Shirley Temple?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Well.. yeah! It’s.. good! ::huffs some, folding arms kiddishly. mun forgets what’s in the stuff, but has actually experienced the odd joy it brings to the tongue::
<The_Forges> <Joe> sure..whatever you say. ::Sips his milk::
<HansLynx> ::orders everyone’s drinks and motions to the table where they are. slips bartender a nice tip then puts back his wallet::
<HansLynx> ((<Hans>::pulls out a roll of cash:: You have change for a thousand? <bartender> O_o; <Fletch> CRIMINAAAAL! ::point::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<The_Forges> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> (Happiness is PJ’s straight outta the dryer. ^_^))
<HansLynx> ((lol oooh toasty warm!))
<FletchRyder> ((Can’t argue with that))
<TrinaKorat> ::sips her milk again::
<TrinaKorat> ((Jez! XD))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Ooh, I second that.))
<The_Forges> ((OOoooo nice!))
<The_Forges> <Joe>:: leans over to talk to Trina:: You wanna dance her in a bit?
<HansLynx> ::comes back:: Drinks’ll be here in a moment everyone. ::smiles. takes seat in last remaining chair. leans back a little in a relaxed position::
<FletchRyder> ::purposely not looking towards the dance floor. staring at an odd bunch of scottish types all in kilts at another big table::
<HansLynx> ((<Trina> Dance who? <Tasha> Me! MEMEMEMEMEME! ::hops up and down, pants then barks:: ))
<TrinaKorat> ((Dance who inna bit? O_o))
<StormcrowMerle> ::is just kind of looking down at her folded arms::
<TrinaKorat> ((:DYING!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<The_Forges> ((…..:;mun goes to get more chocolate. no HER in there!::))
<The_Forges> ((actually that was supposed to be here))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<HansLynx> <server>::comes over with tray of drinks:: Limeonade?
<StormcrowMerle> That’s me. ::holds up one hand slightly::
<TrinaKorat> ::smiles:: Sure.
<HansLynx> <server>::sets hers down:: Cherry coke? <Josie>::raises hand, takes with a thanks:: <server> Cream soda?
<FletchRyder> ::slightly raises two fingers, looking up at the waitress::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::sips his drink a bit more. gets up and offers a hand to Trina to dance with HIM!::
<HansLynx> <server>::hands Fletch his:: Scotch?
<HansLynx> ((LOL Joemun))
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Right here, baby! ::reaches to get it::
<TrinaKorat> ((:dies!::)) ::grins, takes his hand::
<StormcrowMerle> ::accepts her drink, then *stares* at it:: <Limeade> ::is very, very bright fluorescent green, the sort of green usually found in jukebox lights and neon signs::
<HansLynx> <sever>::gives it:: Lager? <Hans> That’s me. Thank you, ma’am. <sever>::smirks now:: … Shirley Temple? ::holds out to Hertz::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::pulls her up and leads her to dance floor::
<HansLynx> ((server^))
<FletchRyder> ::takes drink and swigs almost a third of it down immediately::
<TrinaKorat> ::issa led. Is also blushing::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Right here! ::excited yelp, greedily takes it, nearly spilling it all::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::gives her a lil spin as they get out there to get her facing him, then pulls her up close to dance. whoo hoo! XD::
<HansLynx> <Sever>::turns and goes now::
<HansLynx> ((SERVER egads.))
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::takes a pretty good drink of her own. watches her brother on the floor::
<The_Forges> ((….dance floor. ::downs more choco and root beer::))
<HansLynx> ((::laughs::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!:: <Tasha> You’re knockin’ ‘im dead, Cap’n! Whoo!))
<HansLynx> ::takes a sup. that’s what manly men do, they take a sup not a sip::
<StormcrowMerle> ::stares at her fluorescent drink, gingerly pokes it with one claw:: I didn’t think the limes would be radioactive.
<FletchRyder> ((<Server the Sever> ::by day she’s a waitress, by night she’s an assissin who makes good tips!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*!))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<The_Forges> ((::DIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> <Josie>::watches Trina and Joe with a raised brow::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::snorts:: they do that to make it interesting. Prolly just food coloring.
<FletchRyder> That wasn’t hard limonade, was it? ::to LS::
<TrinaKorat> ::lets out laugh, dances with him::
<StormcrowMerle> ::to Fletch:: It shouldn’t be. ::then to Tasha:: I hope that’s all it is. ::lifts the glass and very carefully takes a sip::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::wheeee! issa good dancer. has had a good teacher, his sis XD::
<HansLynx> No it wasn’t. I ordered a regular one.
<HansLynx> No alcohol added.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> ::drinks on her own:: hey..if its loaded, I wouldn’t complain. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::swallows:: Well, it tastes okay. Better than okay. ::takes a larger drink!::
<HansLynx> I will, she’s a minor.
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that::
<TrinaKorat> ::is impressed by his dancing, she is. XD::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I didn’t say I’d let her drink it. ::smirks::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::yay! is impressive. smiles at her:: You ain’t bad.
<HansLynx> <Josie> Well I would hope you wouldn’t.
<TrinaKorat> I always practice. You saw an example yesterday. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::slurping up his Shirley T rather noisily::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Hey..i ain’t THAT bad. ::sips her drink::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::laughs:: Indeed I did.
<HansLynx> ::drinks his lager slowly lol, eyeing Tasha’s intake::
<StormcrowMerle> ::just drinks her radioactive limeade and says nothing::
<TrinaKorat> :blushes horribly::
<HansLynx> <Josie> ::grins:: I hope YOU didn’t partake in any underaged drinking, Forge.
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::grins innocently:: who me? Only every Friday and Saturday night. ::sips more! lol!::
<The_Forges> <Joe> I won’t tell anyone. ::winks at her::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::shakes her head and tsk tsk tsks:: Not surprised.
<TrinaKorat> ::snorks: You better not. I have your records. I know where you live.
<FletchRyder> ::brings the mug to his lips a second time, taking several large gulps::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::shrugs:: so I like to party. AIn’t nothing wrong with that.
<The_Forges> <Joe>::laughs:: should I be worried now?
<TrinaKorat> Yuo better be.
<The_Forges> <Joe> I am actually. you can be scary. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::doesn’t say it, but feels a bit better hearing about Tasha’s underaged shennanigans::
<TrinaKorat> Scary? How?
<HansLynx> Here here, horray for partying! I’ve had a few underaged drinks in my day too and look at me, I’m not a bum on the street.
<The_Forges> <Joe> You’ve got my records, and control of my paycheck…thats scary.
<The_Forges> ::Laughs. holds up her glass:: here here! ::polishes off that drink.::
<TrinaKorat> ::busts up::
<HansLynx> What about you, Fletch?
<The_Forges> <Joe> Hey!wouldn’t you be scared too?
<HansLynx> ::would ask Hertz, but thinks that may be the cause of his problem XD was an alchy before he was ten.::
<FletchRyder> ::silently sets mug back down on the table:: I’m not proud to brag about that sort of thing. At least not while I’m an officer of the law.
<TrinaKorat> Not really. ::smirks::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::shrugs:: I ain’t embarassed. You lose that bit of your personality whenever its your own father that finds you and arrests you to drag you back home. ::Smirks::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::just merrily sips along, completely obvlivious to any conversation whilst he’s enjoying his drink::
<StormcrowMerle> ::snorts at that, and chokes a bit on her limeade::
<The_Forges> <Joe> yeah well..I forget your brother is the Captain and wouldn’t do that.
<HansLynx> <Josie>::smirks at that. like HA! -g-:: <Hans>::laughs a little:: Oh come now, it’s not like I’m out getting drunk and loud while in uniform.
<TrinaKorat> ::snickers:: I’m sorry.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> exactly! And I would argue that people that’ve been on the wrong side for a bit can actually do a good job in law enforcement cause they know how the wrong side operates.
<The_Forges> <Joe> Why? ::laughs:: Use it to your advantage.
<TrinaKorat> I am not that cruel.
<StormcrowMerle> ::grabs for a napkin and tries to wipe the limeade she choked on off her facial fur, still listening::
<The_Forges> <Joe> Ahh an honest one. ::smiles::
<HansLynx> <Josie> What does drinking underage have to do with being on the wrong side of the law? I’m afraid to ask what else you were into, Forge.
<FletchRyder> ::shrugs:: Well, if you two think that’s the responsible mindset to have, it’s not for me to say otherwise.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Nothing I won’t divulge. I mean..I personally wasn’t on the wrong side. just the underaged drinking. But that put me close to others that were on the wrong side. Thats why I’m in law enforcement. I saw them wasting away on ‘nip and I wanted to stop that.
<TrinaKorat> I do what I can. ::are they slow dancing?::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::sure! why not? XD::
<HansLynx> ::finishes up his lager then stands:: So, which one of you three ladies would like to dance?
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::Joe boy out there on the dance floor though…..won’t talk about his past XD::
<FletchRyder> ::just nods, not bothering to say anymore. only likes debating sports::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I got a dance with you sometime tonight. :grins::
<HansLynx> Then let’s go a steppin’. ::moves over to her, offers her his elbow::
<StormcrowMerle> ::erks! No one said there’d be dancing! XD::
<HansLynx> ::there is! will come for you NEXT AHAHAHA! -g-::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::takes his elbow! will go with!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nuuuuuu!::
<HansLynx> ::leads her out to the dance floor. is it a slow song still?::
<TrinaKorat> ::whee! Slow danceage, then!::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::Sure, why not. mun seems to be the DJ tonight…though seriously doubts you all would enjoy her music XD::
<The_Forges> ::following baby!::
<HansLynx> ::mawww in the mood to dance fast. will save that for LS BWHWHAHAHAHA! -g- puts his left hand at her side and takes her right hand in his to do ze slow dance!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::so long as there’s no karaoke. That’s more evil than any dance.::
<The_Forges> <Joe> So what else do you do for fun?
<FletchRyder> ::clears throat, a bit awkwardly:: So.. Hertz. How’s that drink? <Hertz> Guh!! ::surprised, nearly choking on cherry:: <Fletch> That bad huh? ::almost sardonic smile as he sips at his glass::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::dances for sooth! hand in his and other on his shoulder::
<HansLynx> <Josie> ::finishes her coke then laughs a little and pats Hertz’ back:: Careful now, Hertz.
<StormcrowMerle> ::can’t help smiling a little, but doesn’t really look up from her drink::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::tongue an odd bright hue of red, as he finally manages to regain his composure:: Gyack! I thought I was a goner for sure that time! ::sounds very serious::
<TrinaKorat> ::dunnos what YOU’RE listening, to XD Mun has “I like to move it” from the Madagascar soundtrack on Winamp:;:
<TrinaKorat> Oh, the usual boring things. Jogging, meditating…
<HansLynx> <Josie>::shakes her head:: So Merle, how long are you going to stay with us? Or is tonight scaring you away?
<The_Forges> <Joe>::chuckles:: right up there with my reading. ::mun happens to be listening to “God Bless the Broken Road” by Rascal Flatts ::
<FletchRyder> ::grins at that, chuckling a bit::
<StormcrowMerle> ::caught off-guard by that, gulps:: No, tonight isn’t scaring me away. <Yet.> But . . . um . . . ::tries to think of an answer::
<TrinaKorat> Is that all you do?
<The_Forges> <Joe> Um..that, work out, and practice shooting. Other than Tasha dragging me out to clubs. ::grins::
<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: I see.
<HansLynx> ::slow dancing is eeeeasy XD dooo dooo dooo:: Enjoying yourself so far?
<HansLynx> <Josie> But um what? ::smiles::
<StormcrowMerle> . . . To be honest, I don’t know how long I’m staying anymore.
<The_Forges> <Joe> What about you? Playing guitar, practicing dancing, meditating and jogging. That it for you?
<TrinaKorat> I suppose. I don’t go out much.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I am. ::smiles:: what about you?
<The_Forges> <joe> neither do I. I’m normally so tired when I get home I just wanna relax
<HansLynx> <Josie> Oh? Do you not like the work?
<TrinaKorat> Sounds like something I’d do. Usually when the band’s on tour I go straight to the hotel and crash::
<HansLynx> I am. ::smiles in return:: Glad we can get to know some of our fellow agents better.
<FletchRyder> ::eyes wandering from the table, but ears trained on the conversation::
<The_Forges> <Joe> ::chuckles:: No wild nights in Tokyo then?
<StormcrowMerle> It isn’t that. Actually, I *do* like the work. <Mostly.> But . . . well, it’s complicated.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> I know. Though I don’t think some of them approve of our wilder past and outlook on life. ::smirks::
<TrinaKorat> Not planning on it.
<The_Forges> <Joe> Well you at least gotta go out some and take in the sights.
<TrinaKorat> I will… once I’ve gotten enough rest.
<HansLynx> <Josie> I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry. Just know that you can work there as long as you like.
<The_Forges> <Joe>::chuckles:: Get enough for the rest of us as well.
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Well then I’ll keep the rest of it to myself.
<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles a bit ruefully:: Thanks. That means a lot to me.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Oh? there’s more to this tale of the Lynx, huh? ::grins::
<HansLynx> <Josie> No problem. ::smiles::
<TrinaKorat> For you guys?
<HansLynx> Keeping it to myself. ::sing songs to her as he spins her around::
<The_Forges> <Joe> Yeah..those of us that actually have to work around here. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> ::as his eyes are wandering, something suddenly catches his vision, and an absolute look of shock crosses his face. happy shock:: ..Sam? ::abruptly stands up, turning around quickly:: Oh, um, excuse me for just a sec. ::heads across the room::
<TrinaKorat> Oh, nyeh. ::razz::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::issa spun! grins as she comes back:: Oh come on. Spill it!
<StormcrowMerle> ::hears Fletch:: Huh? ::then he leaves:: Um, okay then . . .
<The_Forges> <Joe>::chuckles:: Not all of us are famous you know.
<HansLynx> <Josie>::blinks, looks to see where he’s going XD::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::uuurrrp!:: Aaahhhh. That was almost as good as my nose scratch. ::happy sigh::
<HansLynx> <Josie> … that’s… nice. ^^; ::mun laughs::
<TrinaKorat> It still pays the bills.
<The_Forges> <Joe> True. ::smirks:: If you ever need a bodyguard give me a call. I could use the extra cash too, ya know.
<TrinaKorat> ::laughs out loud::
<The_Forges> <Joe> What?! Books are expensive now days!
<HansLynx> It’s nothing really, just usual teenage rebellion or what have you.
<FletchRyder> ::hastens through the throng of kats towards a particular table, where a few guys and gals are having a good old time. bearhugs one of the girls from behind around her shoulders, and she jumps up with a start, squeeling, and hugs him back::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::smirks at that:: Seems like Fletch found an old friend. An old girlfriend at that. ::chuckles;:
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::laughs:: I know that all too well. The more father told me no, the more I went off doing things I shouldn’t have.
<FletchRyder> ::they converse for a bit, and then he nods towards the big table with the Megs. she looks over, they talk some more, and then head back over::
<StormcrowMerle> ::curious now, looks over and watches:: Heh, good for him. ::smiles::
<TrinaKorat> Books???
<TrinaKorat> What about rent and bills?
<HansLynx> ::grins:: So your father was strict?
<HansLynx> <Josie>::curious as well::
<FletchRyder> ::coming back to the table, a grin plastered across his face:: Hey guys, I’d like you to meet Samantha Tailor. We go way back. <Samantha> Like!… Hello! ::oh no::
<The_Forges> <Joe>::snickers:: Thats what Tasha’s paychecks are for.
<StormcrowMerle> Hello, Samantha. ::tries to give her friendliest smile::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> well he wasn’t like lockdown strict, but he’s an Enforcer Commander back home so yeah…he had a lot riding on us. More of just wanted us to always do the right thing and Joe and I didn’t always do that.
<HansLynx> <Josie>::… is that a valley girl?! XDDD:: HEllo. ::smiles politely and nods::
<HansLynx> At least you’re doing it now.
<TrinaKorat> OH, you! ::smacks him on the arm::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Trying..::grins:: he’d prefer I didn’t do this right here but yeah..he can’t stop me from everything.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::nearly spits out drink, but resolves to just choke again as she appears:: <Samantha> ::looking at them all, her grin almost painted on:: Oh… Fletchie, they’re so *cute*! I bet they have nightsticks and everything!
<The_Forges> <Joe>::laughs:: What? She’s making good money too.
<The_Forges> ((::DIIIES Sam!::))
<TrinaKorat> Dork.
<StormcrowMerle> ::blank look::
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD SAM!::))
<HansLynx> ::grins:: Daddy missing his kiddos?
<HansLynx> <Josie> … excuse me?
<HansLynx> ((::rollin’!::))
<The_Forges> <Joe> What? :innocent lookin XD::
<FletchRyder> ::clears throat some, chuckling uneasily:: Yeah, well, um, Samantha here was a varsity cheerleader all four- <Sam> Five! Teehee! You’re so bad at counting, Fletchie! <Fletch> ..Five years, at Megakat U. Heh.
<TrinaKorat> ::just shakes her head::
<The_Forges> <Tasha> A bit. I think it shocked him both of us left. He expected me to I think, but not Joe.
<The_Forges> <Joe> what? Whats wrong with that?
<StormcrowMerle> Really? Wow. That *is* a record. ::trying to sound diplomatic::
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<StormcrowMerle> ((::pokes::))
<HansLynx> ((hey Matt!))
<CGI325> ((It’s me))
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<TrinaKorat> (Heys!))
<The_Forges> ((lol! hey Matt! wasn’t sure who that was))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Ah yes! The evil one slips among us in disguse!))
<FletchRyder> <Samantha> Of course, you were only around for two of those years, and it made me all saddy waddy inside! But I’m glad to see your back! And with the law!
<FletchRyder> ((Y’ello, Matt!))
<HansLynx> <Josie> That’s… nice. I bet you have little pom poms and everything. ::Grins::
<HansLynx> Well, so much more goes on in Megakat City I’m sure. He doesn’t need you two to serve down there in Twilight.
<The_Forges> <Tasha> heh..you’d be surprised what goes on in a small town.
<TrinaKorat> Noooooothing, I suppose.
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<The_Forges> <Joe> YOu can’t tell me your brother has never used you for money before.
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<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
<_Matt_> ((There we go))
<FletchRyder> <Samantha> ::suddenly gasps dramatically, grabbing onto Fletch, her eyes trained on the hunched over form of Hertz. whispers in Fletch’s ear, and his jaw literally drops::
<The_Forges> ((WB!))
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<FletchRyder> ((wb!))
<TrinaKorat> ((WB!))
<HansLynx> Care to enlighten me?
<_Matt_> ((ty__
<_Matt_> ))
<HansLynx> <Josie>::follows Sam’s look to Hertz::
<TrinaKorat> I pleaed the fifth.
<The_Forges> <Joe>::laughs:: He has! Ha!
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks over at Hertz too, seeing that reaction::
<FletchRyder> Um, Hertz.. His name is Hertz. <Samantha> ::giddyness abounds!!:: Mr. Hertz, sir. ::salutes with a giggle:: Would you, like, care to dance with little ol’ meeehee? <Hertz> … ::nearly faints:: Meehee? YES!
<TrinaKorat> Yes, well. ::smirks:: Hey… do you wanna go for a walk somewhere? ::mun has to sign off soon as she has to get to bed and get up tomorrow for work::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::shrugs:: We had a lot of ‘nip delt out of that area. Most of the bigshots over here store their stuff over in Twilight City. Plus your typical gang related happenings and such.
<The_Forges> <Joe> um…sure. I can handle that. ::smiles. stops dancing to take her hand and go::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::just stares at this despite herself lol::
<StormcrowMerle> ::blinkes!::
<HansLynx> Do you wish to go back there?
<TrinaKorat> ::smiles back, lets him guide her out;:
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::jumps from seat, nearly spilling over what remains of his Shirley T, and the two head for the dance floor:: <Fletch> ::sort of taken aback, but has a rather amused look on his face:: Nice seeing you again, Sam.
<TrinaKorat> ((::DYING, SAM AND HERTZ. XD!))
<The_Forges> <Joe>::does so! starts walking down the sidewalk once outside!::
<The_Forges> <Tasha>::Frowns a bit:: Not really…I like to visit, but not there to stay.
<TrinaKorat> ::lets out a breath, enjoying the cool air::
<StormcrowMerle> Well, that was . . . abrupt.
<FletchRyder> ::sits back down after a moment, chuckling to himself::
<HansLynx> <Josie> How did you put up with a chick like THAT for three years?
<HansLynx> Does he know this?
<The_Forges> <Joe> you okay?
<The_Forges> <Tasha> Who? Dad? Yes..he knows.
<TrinaKorat> ((<Fletch> It was the hair spray. It… entranced me. ::breaks down:: My lungs! And, the precious the ozone layer! THE HORROR!!!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!!!))
<The_Forges> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<TrinaKorat> Yeah. It was just getting stuffy in there.
<FletchRyder> Two. And months. ::his laughter subsiding as he takes a big gulp of cream soda:: She dumped me because I wasn’t serious enough to be in a relationship. She’s really a great gal though.
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((::DEEAD::))
<The_Forges> <Joe>::smiles:: That it was. ::hands in pockets now as he walks beside her::
<StormcrowMerle> Yeah . . . I’ll take your word for it. ::finishes the last of her limeade::
<HansLynx> <Josie> If you say so. I’m going to get another cherry coke. Mind my cute little nightstick for me? ::Grins and goes over to the bar::
<TrinaKorat> ::smiles back, enjoying his company and the cool night air… and the mun needs bed::
<HansLynx> Well surely he respects your decision.
<The_Forges> ((maww nights sagey! ::hugs::))
<FletchRyder> Aw, c’mon! She made up some of the best cheers MKU has ever heard.
<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnight, Sage!))
<HansLynx> ((maw night sage!))
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<StormcrowMerle> Like what? ::curious::
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight, Sagems!))
<TrinaKorat> ((NIght all! ::hugs!:: If I don’t see you, have a Happy Thanksgiving!))
<TashaForge> He does. I’ve got my reasons and he understands.
<TashaForge> ((Same to you, Sagey!))
<FletchRyder> ((Yeah, right back atcha’!))
<HansLynx> <Josie> ::soon returns with her drink:: Oh yes, Rah Rah Siss Boom BA! A CLASSIC.
<HansLynx> ((you too!))
<TrinaKorat> ((Thankies! Nights!))
<FletchRyder> Like.. um.. the freestyle wiggolo! ::nods seriously, before breaking out into laughter again::
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<HansLynx> Well that’s good. ::smiles::
<HansLynx> ::then blinks:: Is that… HERTZ over there dancing?
<TashaForge> ::blinks. looks over that way and snorts:: I think..it is. Oh my….
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::mimicing Sam in some odd cheer they’re performing on the dance floor::
<StormcrowMerle> ::snorks, covers her mouth with one hand::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Something> :: towards the rear of the establishment in one of the restrooms, begins happening ::
<FletchRyder> C’mon, you can’t blame me for falling for the prettiest cheerleader on the squad. I was young, dense, and.. young.
<TashaForge> ::Busts out laughing at Hertz::
<StormcrowMerle> ::stops snorking, and shrugs:: I guess not.
<HansLynx> <JOsie>::laughs:: Actually I can. ::smirks:: Bet she was a sorority girl too. Alpha Delta Gamma too! I like baking how ’bout you? Yaaaaay!
<FletchRyder> <Sam> Ready? OK! ::claps:: Extend that leg! 2! 3! 4! ::dancing now, which is more like her picking him up and swinging him across the dance floor::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Restroom> :: near one of the stalls, a tear in reality begins to form :: <Toilet Flusing> :: ceases mid-flush, coming to a freeze, odd for any patron who happens to be using it ::
<HansLynx> ((<Something>::lets one RIIIIIIIIIIP and it echoes:: <patrons>::scream and flee at the smell!:: <creeplings>::chitter angrily:: <Dark Kat> What do you mean this is why you can’t be seen with me anywhere?!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::chuckles at that:: More like Tappa Tappa Kegga. That girl was a partier.
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*!))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<StormcrowMerle> Yikes . . . ::glances at her empty glass::
<TashaForge> ::hey! I could drink her under the table any day! XD::
<HansLynx> ::laughs at Hertz as well:: That poor schmoe. How’d he land her is a mystery.
<Dark_Silhouette> ((<Fletch> Not to be confused with Wanna Tappa Kegga, as it’s an entirely different organization ))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIES::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<TashaForge> Well..they are acting about as ditzy as the other so…the mindless flock together? ::Grins::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Dark_Silhouette> <Dance Lighting> :: strobe lights cease-mid strobe, leaving just the bright light on :: <Aesthetic Smoke> :: slows to a stop mid-air, illuminated by various shiny lasers :: <Disco Ball> :: no longer rotating ::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::shakes her head::
<HansLynx> ::snorks!:: I think so. ::then notes weirdo thangs happening::
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks up from her glass, and frowns. Starts to feel cold inside::
<FletchRyder> ::checks his watch to see what time it is, and sees that its stopped. immediately alert:: Lyons..! ::stands::
<HansLynx> <Josie> What? ::sipping her drink, notes something ain’t raaaaaight. swears she’s only been drinking cherry cokes::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Music> :: ceases to play ::
<TashaForge> ::frowns at this. stops dancing and steps back from Hans:: What the heck? The DJ mess up the ball again?
<HansLynx> ::backs up but puts an arm around Tasha’s waist at her back, to tug her back too:: Not sure…
<Dark_Silhouette> <DJ Krunk-Mania> :: scratches his head. They never covered these kinds of problems at the I-DJ Communicty College ::
<FletchRyder> We’ve got to clear this place out. Now. ::looks around, noting all the suspended animation::
<HansLynx> ((::Snorks “Krunk”::))
<StormcrowMerle> Why . . . ::then remembers something disturbingly similar, and freezes:: Oh no. It can’t be.
<TashaForge> ::issa backed up! frowning still:: You know..I really do wish we could have fun one night without something happening. Its stuff like this that does make me wanna go home.
<HansLynx> <Josie>::stands up and nods:: Right.
<HansLynx> Think we had stronger drinks than we thought? ::grins at her:: Might wake up and this is a dream.
<Dark_Silhouette> <Hallway> :: one leading off to the bathroom, one unlucky patron goes flying back, landing in the middle of the dance floor with a thud :: <Patron> X_@
<HansLynx> Holy Kats! ::leggos of Tasha to kneel down at the fellow. checks his vitals::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: emerges from the hallway shortly thereafter, walking slowly forward, its presence flickery almost like bad television reception ::
<FletchRyder> <Sam> ::bends over patron disapprovingly:: You need to work on sticking your landings. <Hertz> ::dizzy:: I another need Shirley T.
<TashaForge> ::eyes widen. notes the dark thing and backs up some:: Awww crud. Hans! We got trouble!
<Dark_Silhouette> <Patron> X_@ :: is alive, but seems more like he was hit by a car than mugged ::
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dead*))
<HansLynx> ::looks up and frowns at the dark evil thing!::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: detailess form stops near the edge of the dance floor, craning head back and forth as it scanning the individuals there ::
<HansLynx> <Josie> Alright everyone, evacuate the club in an orderly- <patrons>::scream flee!:: <Josie> fashion >_o;
<FletchRyder> ::eyes widen upon seeing the creature, instinctively moves himself in front of the two ladies at the table::
<StormcrowMerle> :;spies the creature and gasps again in fear::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((<Dark Silhouette> :: then snaps a pose, produces a fedora, and begins to moonwalk with some hardcore 80′s beats playing :: <Hans> Uh… <Hertz> I wuv this place! @_@ :: then passes out ::))
<TashaForge> ::gets ready for a fight:: This is just wonderful. Wonder if Joe’s got his guns in the truck?
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*!!!))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ::stands fully now. ready to fight:: I don’t think guns stop these things…
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::)
<Dark_Silhouette> :: gaze settles on LS, and it rasies its right arm as it shifts and deforms, the forearm changing into a sharpened edge ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::realizes it’s looking at her, hisses through her teeth::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((<Tasha> Did you ever try? <Hans> Uh…no, actually, I didn’t <Tasha> :: sighs, takes aim with gun :: <Dark Silhouette> Gah! Hey, don’t shoot!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: begins approaching her ::
<FletchRyder> ::puzzled, follows the DS’s gaze over his shoulder, and his eyes immediately lock on LS:: Selkirk.. you’ve got to get out of here!
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> I’m trying! ::not bothering to slide out, simply *climbs* over the table and runs!::
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: I don’t like how that thing is looking at Miss Merle.
<Dark_Silhouette> :: shoves other patrons aside with the “normal” arm as it gets closer ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::changes her direction, trying to keep a table or the like between her and the creature::
<HansLynx> Hey! Tall dark and staticy. ::grabs up a chair gets in it’s path:: Go back to whatever you crawled out of.
<FletchRyder> <Argh! I need a weapon, paw dangit!> ::grabbing up his half-empty cream soda mug::
<TashaForge> ::runs over to block its path as well:: Hey! over here!
<Dark_Silhouette> :: stabs the chair with the pointy arm :: <Charm> :: shimmers like a mirage and disapears from existence ::
<HansLynx> ::blinks at that:: Y’okay! ::backs up:: That’s a handy trick… ::grabs up another chair::
<TashaForge> ::blinks at that:: Oh crud…thats not good…
<FletchRyder> Lynx! Watch yourself! ::winding up, he hurls the mug at the creature, faintly hoping it’ll do *something*::
<StormcrowMerle> ::watches, no longer running::
<HansLynx> ::sidesteps the soda after he moved from hearing Fletch’s call::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::helping getting the other patrons out of there::
<FletchRyder> ((<DS> No! Throw limeonade! Me want-blech! Shirley Temple!!? Me KILL!! <All> Hertz!! <Hertz> ::gulps::))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((<DS> Me like Shirley Temple Black better! RAR!))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: appears static-like momentarily, and then disapears before the beverage/container reaches it ::
<HansLynx> ::blinks at it disappearing. backs up, glancing around the room. ears perked, eyes scanning::
<StormcrowMerle> ::sees it disappear, freezes and looks around::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks at that. first time he’d seen it use that sort of ability:: What the-..?
<TashaForge> ::blinkies. picks up a glass of some beverage left by a patron and looks for it:: Where’d it go?
<FletchRyder> ::has come to the conclusion that it doesn’t like cream soda much. turning slowly in place, eyes narrowed::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: reapears behind LS all menacing-like ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::presumably cannot hear it, unless it sounds as well as looks staticky::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: is fairly quiet. Stabs her in the back with the pointy arm ::
<HansLynx> ((<LS>::vanishes!:: <mun> UGH! I just reset her! ::flails::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::what should that feel like, as it’s not a normal stabby thing?::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ::eyes widen:: Miss Merle! ::hurries to get over there and try to get that thing back.::
<HansLynx> ::turns seeing that, mrrrs! rushes over towards her::
<FletchRyder> ::head snaps at the sudden appearance, frozen upon seeing it stab her. rushes at the thing from the side now, enraged::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Pointy End> :: portrudes out the front of LS, but it isn’t physically stabbing her. Definately feels out of place, as if there’s some kind of energy, electrical or otherwise, that’s reacting negatively to her body, as if it’s trying to “erase” her. But is meeting unexpected resitance anew ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::makes a shocked sound, not quite a scream, and her body locks up, bowing forward. Tries to breathe, looks down and sees the blade sticking out without harming her::
<HansLynx> ((<DS>aroo? ::blinks, puls out pointy arm then puts in and out and in and out. confused why nothing’s happening:: <LS> ::meanwhile hair is all standing on end like an afro. arms folded:: OOOH THIS is what I was scared of?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<Dark_Silhouette> :: struggles, as if applying more force. Drives arm deeper ::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::fumbles to grab up a glass off the table as he runs by, and flings it at the creature anew:: Get away from her!
<TashaForge> ::tries throwing a beverage at the thing again to see if that works once more::
<StormcrowMerle> ::has trouble making herself move with the feel of the negative force, but tries to throw herself forward, off the blade::
<HansLynx> ::goes over to LS now, attempts to grab ahold of her from her front by her arms and pull her away from the thing::
<Dark_Silhouette> :: is hit by several beverages as several sections of it’s body react with blue sparks. Withdraws arm from LS and takes several steps back, becoming more static/snow-like. Abruptly Expands and faces out with an electrical poof, and disapears ::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((fades out^))
<StormcrowMerle> ::is grabbed by the arms by Hans, and kind of falls forward ((::crushing Hans like a bug::)) toward the floor::
<FletchRyder> ::fist lashes out at the DS as it disappears, catching only air. screeches to a stop where it once was::
<Dark_Silhouette> <Club> :: conditions return to normal, as the disco ball rotates again, music plays, smoke moves about, and strobe lights go on and off ::
<HansLynx> ::gah! thing vanishes lol falls on his back with LS there on top lol:: OOF! ::holds her a moment, gently rolls her off to the side on the floor, examines her visually:: Miss Merle. Miss Merle? You alright? You with me?
<TashaForge> ::looks around for the thing still. not fully trusting it to be gone::
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks rather blank in expression, still in a bit of shock from the feeling of the negativity inside her::
<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> We just can’t take you anywhere, can we? <LS> ;_; It’s not my fault I have weird staticy monsters stalking me! <Hans> No, I was talking about him. ::points:: <Hertz> ::doing the macarena on the dance floor, completely oblivious::))
<HansLynx> ((::DEEEAD::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!!!))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ::breathing heavily, eyes peering around the now desolate club. checks his watch, seeing it’s started ticking right where it left off:: It’s gone.
<HansLynx> ::stands up now, picking her up in his arms since she’s small ‘n light:: We need to get her out of here.
<TashaForge> ::nods:: I’ll go find Joe. ::heads out of there to find him. mun will just say will find him and meet them out there with the keys to the truck. Him saying that him and Trina will catch a cab back or something::
<StormcrowMerle> ::is not particularly small or light, but whee, is carried!::
<HansLynx> ::lol well is for him anyway XD you damsel in distress -g-::
<HansLynx> ::carries her out of the club to meet the others::
<Dark_Silhouette> ((<Hans> You’re not particularly small or light, you know :: kneeds buckling :: <LS> … ))
<TashaForge> ::issa waiting on them at the truck. has the doors open and ready to roll out::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::fled the scene with all the other patrons::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::blinks her eyes:: Where is it? ::voice sounds flat::
<FletchRyder> ::hurries out after them, looks at her as she speaks, relieved::
<HansLynx> Gone. We’re taking you back to HQ. ::puts her in back of whichever vehicle. mun needs bed y’all issa late::
<TashaForge> ((lol! yeah this mun does too. tis late and this mun has a drive tomorrow))
<HansLynx> ((::hugs for y’all:: Night and Happy Turkey Day guys!))
<FletchRyder> ::goes to find Josie so he’s not stranded, and tell her about what happened::
<TashaForge> ((yes yes! Nights! ::huggles::))
<Dark_Silhouette> ((nights))