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Tweak says, "I was hit by a train!"

MarinaNova NPCs (marinanova_npc) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2012-11-01 22:56:00

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:mingle, artemis crock, buffy summers, claire bennet, cross marian, daniel osbourne, dawn summers, dean winchester, derek morgan, faith lehane, itachi uchiha, jessica hamby, kitty pryde (aoa), lacus clyne, laura kinney, loki laufeyson, michiru kaiou, penelope garcia, piter de vries, rebecca crane, sam merlotte, sookie stackhouse, spencer reid, spike, tyki mikk, wally west, wolfram von bielefeld, xander harris

191 - GHOST EVENT MINGLE
[Who ya gonna call? No one. This is a mingle. Now go get your ghostly sightings, possessions, and impersonations on.]

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needmymp3
2012-11-04 05:23 pm UTC (link)

[She was excited the first time it happened, she saw Shaun in his stupid blue sweater turning a corner in one of the shops and turned full squeak in her sneakers to go after him. Only he was gone some ten seconds later. Then it was just confusing, because she's never hallucinated before and if she was going to, why Shaun of all people?

But then, as they day drew on and it kept happening? And the chatter on the feeds was increasingly strange? She figured it out pretty quick that the place was again just messing with them. Just so happens it did so by taunting her with teammates, past and present. Who, after discovering they cannot be interacted with at all, she is completely ignoring as she goes about her day.]

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rack_em_up
2012-11-05 05:47 pm UTC (link)

[Cross is pretty used to stupid drama in this place, so he's determined not to let the ghosts of Neah and Allen and Anita roaming around bother him. His determination isn't as effective as he'd like.]

[But he goes home anyway, because when he doesn't Rebecca punishes him by not putting out for a day or two and who needs that bullshit. So have one (1) Cross flopping on the sofa and sprawling out in that way that says "fuck this day, seriously."]

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needmymp3
2012-11-05 08:22 pm UTC (link)

[That's only when he disappears like a moron on days she knows to be worried about him.

But today she's actually glad he's home. She emerges from the other room and its blissfully surrounding piles of electronics and heads over to lean on the edge of the couch. She's very much her cheerful self, stuffing any stray feelings away like they don't exist.] Hey. Want a drink?

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	rack_em_up 2012-11-05 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	[If he could drink five at once, that's what he wants. But short of that, he just nods, hand covering his face where his mask doesn't. Stupid headache.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

needmymp3
2012-11-06 03:31 am UTC (link)

I'll get the good stuff. [All of the good stuff.

She pushes off the couch and hops towards the kitchen, pulling her sock higher up and disappearing from view. Humming, just to show her good spirits, until she's getting out glasses and startled by Clay appearing behind her and walking through her completely. That's when she drops the glass-- or much rather, starts to drop, catches, fumbles with and then drops it-- to the tiled floor with a strained exclamation of Jesus Christ.

And then silence. She leaves the smashed glass on the floor and comes out with two others, a bottle under her arm and hands raised.] So they're even appearing in the damn house, heads up.

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rack_em_up
2012-11-06 04:24 am UTC (link)

[He's irritated when he hears her drop the glass, but it fades when she emerges not only with scotch, but with an explanation. Damn.]

[He waits for her to set the glasses down and then reaches out -- less for a drink, and more for her. Because this woman needs comfort the most when she's acting like she doesn't, and judging by that reaction in the kitchen she's hiding a lot.]

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needmymp3
2012-11-06 05:03 am UTC (link)

[She's stubborn, glancing at him before pouring them glasses.] I'm fine. He just surprised me.

[She does sneak a glance up to the kitchen doorway, but it seems she hasn't been followed. Rather than collapse on him like she could really go for doing, she hands him a drink and sits on an edge of the sofa his sprawling hasn't covered. She might lean against his legs or side.] So we need to replace that glass.

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	rack_em_up 2012-11-06 06:16 pm UTC (link)
	[He rolls his eye and takes the glass. Fine, be a twit. But he does shift to give her an inch or two more space.] Why "we"? You broke it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-11-06 06:57 pm UTC (link)
	Fine, I do. [Expect a tacky pink shot glass in its place tomorrow.] Keep making a sour face, maybe I'll drop the scotch next. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rack_em_up
2012-11-06 07:46 pm UTC (link)

[Sooner or later he'll learn not to tell her to do things :| But at least she got the good scotch -- ]

[Not too far away, a huge, black-and-white blade sweeps through the ceiling.]

[If she might have mistaken him for lazy and unaware just then, Rebecca is in for a shock as between one blink and the next, Cross does from sprawled on the sofa to standing between Rebecca and the new transparent figures that have appeared in their living room. Allen, carrying the extremely large stylized blade in his only arm and a fat, grinning man with long ears, who is carrying a nearly identical blade and wearing an obnoxiously decorated top hat.]

[The scar on his wrist seems to burst open in a shower of dark blood and strange, feather-like projections. The blood swirls in midair, quickly coalescing into Cross' hand and forming the familiar shape of Judgment.]

[He's still holding the glass of scotch in his free hand, but it's forgotten as he watches shades of Allen and the Earl battle across the room, vanishing through the far wall.]

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needmymp3
2012-11-06 08:26 pm UTC (link)

[So that just happened to be one of the most active apparitions of the day, she's pretty sure, because giving her a start is an understatement. Not that Cross leaping up helps that, but she doesn't drop another glass, but she curls back onto the couch with wider eyes. She flicks her eyes from Allen, to the Earl, to Cross' Innocence and the grisly way it invokes. It's fascinating in a way, slightly horrifying in another because it's true. It's... in his blood.

She takes a long drink from her glass, staring at the far wall.] That was Allen...? [And wait, are you bleeding? She crawls forward on the couch, up on her knees to look. She doesn't, however, reach out to touch.]

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rack_em_up
2012-11-06 08:38 pm UTC (link)

[His hand opens and Judgment loses form and dissolves back into dark blood that writhes like a thing alive before easing back into the scar at his wrist. The feathers dissipate, almost like they're evaporating.]

And our enemy. [Yeah, the guy who looks like the world's biggest fool. Cross sits back on the couch, but he's notably on edge. Tim flies in out of nowhere and lands on his shoulder, very quiet and still for once.]

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	needmymp3 2012-11-06 09:06 pm UTC (link)
	[That guy? He looks... maybe that's the point. It's disturbing. She places her hand on the shoulder Tim doesn't occupy, fingers slightly curling. She's left expecting more things and people to pop out of the walls at them, anxiety rising and causing her to sink down on the sofa and gently tug him back with her.] I don't... like today. Today sucks. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-11-06 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	[He flops an arm around her shoulders.] Could be worse. [Whether he meant it lightly or not, it comes out heavy and dark. He's seen a lot worse than a few transparent ghosts flitting around.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-11-06 09:24 pm UTC (link)
	[All her stubborn is gone and she just leans against him, cup held in both hands and her head somewhere against his chest.] Guess it could. [Not entirely convinced, seeing the dead and alive alike so far today's been... just peachy. She glances at his arm. You know it's coming.] Did it hurt? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-11-06 10:57 pm UTC (link)
	[He gulps down half his drink.] Compared to what? [He's bee shot in the face, crucified, had words carved into his back, been emotionally tormented by Road for three days... he needs a baseline.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-11-06 11:09 pm UTC (link)
	[She frowns, nuzzling closer and just stroking the sleeve of his shirt higher up the arm from the scar. So today sucks, but your life's not been much easier. That just plummets her mood a bit more.] Sorry. [For asking. For today happening.] Finish your drink so I can give you a refill. [Drinking it away is go, right? It's her plan now.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-11-06 11:13 pm UTC (link)
	[Refills from a pretty woman? Hell yeah he's on board. Cross downs his drink and hands her the glass.] [When she peels away to refill, he finally answers her:] It doesn't hurt much. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

needmymp3
2012-11-06 11:35 pm UTC (link)

[She tops her glass up as well, handing his back to him with a thoughtful look. With all Komui's said she's concerned, but resigned to not worry because he's stubborn and so is she. So she just reclaims her spot against him, this time with much more legs across his lap.

She brings the bottle too, wedging it between the sofa cushions.] Was that the first time you... [she can't come up with the word 'invoke'] used it? Or have you done it before? [Semi-nosy.]

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	rack_em_up 2012-11-06 11:51 pm UTC (link)
	I'd be stupid not to test it. [He slugs back most of his second drink, his free hand on her leg because it's there. For once, he'll talk about it; why not? Just don't get too nosey, honey.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-11-07 02:28 am UTC (link)
	[Rebecca hums against her glass, drawing out a long, slow sip.] And so far so good? [She closes her eyes and rests her head solidly against him.] As good as good can be. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-11-08 10:11 pm UTC (link)
	It works. [He rolls his wrist, as if it's sore.] Different. [And then leaning down to kiss her head.] Stop worrying. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-11-08 10:25 pm UTC (link)
	[Not opening her eyes or moving her head from his chest.] Hey, I could just be checking whether that wrist's okay for a bedroom workout. [Not that she's in the mood, or actually not worrying. But she is nuzzling, and drinking, and soon refilling her cup.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rack_em_up 2012-11-09 12:58 am UTC (link)
	[He chuckles, but then goes silent. Maybe it's time she knew.] The woman I told you about. [He knows she'll remember, there was only ever one he spoke about like he did Anita.] I left thinking maybe she wouldn't end up the way she did. [Which is sort of his way of saying "if I need to be suddenly gone, you need to accept it."] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	needmymp3 2012-11-09 01:50 am UTC (link)
	I get it. [She knows what that's like because she's done the same thing to her old relationships and... family. Which hurt the most, but she's been lucky so far as they're still alright. So she's just quiet, her forehead against the curve of his neck below his chin. Slowly sighing.] Life sucks, huh. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)