Wicked (totes_wicked) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2013-05-23 22:02:00 |
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Tell fast talking Fanny We're gonna pitch a ball Down to the union hall
Characters:Wicked,Kitty,Rogue, Jasper(?), Wanda, anyone else who wants in
Setting:24hrs before wedding in New Orleans
Content:Tequila,voodoo,maybe some violence, burlesque dancers with those nipple tassels...yeaaaah
Summary: Rogue Recalls Wicked's action during the course of her last night of freedom.
[Notes: The night is this! This is multi-thread so if youbwanna chat up other people at the party go for it. If you wanna pop into someone elses convo do it!]
Rogue woke up in an incense filled room surrounded by shrunken heads and skulls with candles on them. She sat up then quickly had to lay right back down. Where the hell was she and what day was it? Oh god they had to get back to New York! If she had been captured this was one hell of a dungeon. Satin sheets,pillows and a sheer canopy; the walls were papered with a red velvet brocade. Wait a second she recognized it but from where. She closed her eyes and tried to retrace the their steps steps
Wicked stepped off the jet into the muggy weather of Louisiana but the grin did not leave her face. Eyes behind her shades she gave a devilish smirk and lifted her flask to her fellow travelers.
"To you girls and Jasper!" she said triumphantly. "For making sure this wedding happened despite my best procrastination. For flying me to the big EZ to celebrate my last night as...egh Darcy Novak. But mostly for just being a fantastic group of freaks a girl could ask for." She then finished off what was left of her flask and led the group of women. If anyone was still wondering why a group of women and one nervous looking gentleman were charging down Bourbon Street Wicked's devil horn headband veil was explanation enough. The little gal was well on her way to getting locked down hopefully for life.
After that, things got a little muddled. She was certain it was the fourth bar, or maybe it was the fifth one where she had drunkenly complained about her exes and very loudly declared Gambit to be in her words "the biggest scoundrel south of the mason-dixion". From there someone gave her sage advice to pace herself. Ah yes and then there was the twenty-four hour lingerie store. Only in Orleans could Wicked find what she needed at eleven at night. Her Dazzler shirt was quickly exchanged for a green satin corset. The clerk seemed very happy that it was a bridal party and gave them all wedding discounts which would explain why wrong was wearing new velvet gloves. From there Rogue remembered getting a bit sea sick? But when were they on sea?
"Lord help me I've been gambelin'" she laughed. They must've been on a river boat but they weren't still on the boat were they? Just as that tid bit of information popped in her head a woman wearing a long lace robe popped into the room.
"We awake? 'Bout time. Thought you gone for while there. Here, drink this." Said the woman before handing her a cup of murky gray liquid. Rogue took a sip and grimaced. It was bad enough that it tasted bad did it have to be hot too?
"Where am I? Look I ain't got time to be dealin' with no hoodoo witch I gotta find-"
"Your friends?" she laughed. "Child you ain't fit for land yet. Sit a spell, retrace your steps then you can get on your feet."
"That's what I've been doing!"Rogue said frustrated.
"Well maybe I can help?" She took out a crystal ball. Rogue couldn't believe it how the hell did she end up in some psychic's bedroom. The woman reached over and touched Rogue's forehead.
"I-whoa" before Rogue could protest an image in the crystal ball was forming. She had been on a river boat. And apparently it wasn't just the motion of the river that made Rogue sick. There she was sitting across from Wicked with a line of tequila shots.
"Ya see?" The woman laughed. "You tried to drink the little one under the table, that was a huge mistake that one’s got the devil in her.”
Rogue was still amazed by what she was seeing. She’d seen her share of weird shit but this took the cake she shook her head. This still wasn’t telling her where Wicked and the others were.
“Then where are they? I gotta get that little gal home before seven in the evenin’ on Saturday or there’s going to be an very angry fiance!”
The woman nodded her head and gave it some thought.
“Well then you in luck it’s only one in the morning’” She laughed and then gestured to the crystal again. Rogue was more confused than ever! How was it she was hungover at one in the morning.The woman spoke as the story unfolded in the crystal orb. “They practically had to carry you off that rivah boat. And that’s when you found your way here. Where the little one paid me five-hundred dollars to fix you up mess and act like hoodoo witch.”
“She...”she paused and looked at the woman. Hell she knew where she was. A voice from above them called loudly in a Cajun voice. “Welcome Mon Chers and Mon Cheris to Burbon’s Street’s Very Own Moulin Rouge!”
“Wicked!”She was fuming at first but had to hand it to the little gal she was a good pranker...and Rogue apparently couldn’t hold her liquor. One in the morning with a hangover? Tragic.
Rogue stood up and headed to the door. Witch or not whatever was in that cup did the trick.
When she found her party not much had changed except Wicked clearly had hit it big on that river boat. She was buying the whole place drinks. She was Jay Gatsby but with a bigger cup size. This had been the wildest Bachelorette party she had ever been too.
"Rogue!" Wicked called from her bar stool. "I'M GETTING MARRIED!"