Somewhere else.

[jamie]

It's not even impressive anymore: Doc drops his black bag on the floor, moves his antiquated chemist's set out of the way, fishes out an equally antiquated hypodermic needle, pours some liquids together, sucks up the iridescent goop into the needle, and jabs it into Ned's arm without paying attention to where it's going. He sets back on his heels, assesses the mess of the Orphan's face, then jabs him again. In the actual face this time. Part revenge, part honing in on where the most of the damage appears to be.

While Ned starts to rouse, Andrés springs to his feet again, throws the needle back into the bag and all but sprints off into the kitchen. Once there he makes an incredible amount of noise by rustling around the cupboards and knocking metal things over or off and slamming his knee into something else. Then he comes rushing back with a medium-sized Pyrex container.

He drops back into a crouch and begins to Science the Fuck out of a cake.

A couple of drops of blue stuff, some yellow stuff, and then it starts to bubble out of control. Fuck fuck fuck. Red stuff. RED STUFF. That gets it under control again. One more pinch of red stuff, and BOOM. A medium-sized sheet cake with delicious-ass frosting.

All of the equipment goes back into the black bag and for once, Reality does not backhand him into tomorrow. It must be because Kiara is sitting right there.

"Here," he says, thrusting the pan of cake at Ned. "You're welcome."

Now let's go see how fucked Will is.


---

Denver @ 2:40PM
One does not simply walk into Dedicated Dicing Den, the devil.

Denver @ 2:41PM
Hey I just met Doc, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me Dedicated Dicing Den!

Doc @ 2:42PM
[perc + aware: how hard am i going to get dick-punched for this?]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 4, 7, 8) ( success x 2 )

Doc @ 2:44PM
[life 1: only how fucked up are you. +2 diff bc the room is a shithead.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 5, 9) ( success x 1 )

Denver @ 2:45PM
Dedicated Dicing Den is required to remind you, ME TOO, that you will be baked, and then there will be cake.

Doc @ 2:47PM
[life 3: FIX YOUR ASS. modifiers blah blah i can't think with a fever.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (3, 6, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]

the devil @ 2:48PM
2 bashing done!

Doc @ 2:48PM
[extension, bc 4B still hurts.]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (2, 8, 10) ( success x 2 )

the devil @ 2:48PM
Aaaaand fixed!

Doc @ 2:49PM
[HA HAAAAAAH SUCK A DICK PARADOX YOU AIN'T COMING TO THE PARTY THIS TIME]
Roll: 1 d10 TN6 (5) ( fail )

Doc @ 2:53PM
OH SHIT I FORGOT TO MAKE THE CAKE

ME TOO @ 2:54PM
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHa

Doc @ 2:54PM
[life/matter/prime 2, ned you like strawberry cake right?]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (1, 5, 10) ( success x 1 )

Doc @ 2:54PM
[GET BETTER CAKE]
Roll: 3 d10 TN7 (2, 2, 6) ( fail )

Doc @ 2:55PM
OH SHIT
Roll: 3 d10 TN8 (3, 6, 8) ( success x 1 )

Doc @ 2:55PM
okay one more cake

Doc @ 2:55PM
Roll: 3 d10 TN9 (7, 7, 9) ( success x 2 ) [WP]

the devil @ 2:56PM
Okay, doc Can have

1: Three cupcakes of an incredibly fancy variety

2: One medium-sized sheet cake with very delicious frosting

3: One vegan double layer cake, complete with slightly questionable karob aftertaste but overall amazing fruit flavor and rosettes

[Quither]

"This place feels like the monkey exhibit at a shitty zoo."

In reference to the haunting left behind after Ulric's banishment. Reality itself seems to have suffered a raw scrape and left behind a vicious sense of Trauma that grinds at some paradigms. Soothes others. Ned falls somewhere in the former, his hand lifting up to push at something that isn't there as the (by now) familiar sensation of the Doc's probing needle is accepted and his features and body return to some semblance of normal. He shakes himself from the floor, climbing carefully to all fours and then vaulting up to his feet with a quick push upward.

He takes in the library, blinking at the various signs of degradation, destruction and mayhem. The cake is left on the ground for the moment, eyeballed forlornly even, before moving around the cake with selective care and toward Margot. He doesn't close the gap enough to be hovering and seems to circle just far enough to put himself in Kiara's peripherals while she brings Margot up to something like comfortable. It doesn't do anything to diminish the utter visceral sensation of her resonance practically slapping everyone in her vicinity with it's presence. Disruptive and obvious, the Goddess that Margot calls guide is in full bloom tonight and doesn't seem willing to go dormant anytime soon.

"You ok?" At his fellow Initiate, brow furrowed into something like concern.

[jamie]

[OOC: Sorry Kenner technically it's your turn. Words are wind~]

"You see that?"

This, to Kiara, as both men are moving - Ned to Margot, Andrés to Will. Of course he's talking with one of his hands. Both are going to be engaged in a moment.

"All this time, every time anything happens, it's cake with him. 'Is there going to be cake?' 'Can we have a cake after?' 'I don't want to talk about until I get some cake.' All he talks about. I make him a cake, what does he do with it? He leaves it on the floor and gets underfoot!"

[Quither]

"They're called Priorities, you jackass! Cake is wondrous and fucking godly. Walking away from one should tell you something about how much I care about this damned Party!"

One could easily call it a bit of raw emotion. Or maybe part jest in reference to the cake but Ned's nerves are a little on edge with recent events. He faces the Doc, six feet from Kiara and Margot, a finger pointing and a face scrunched in irritation bordering on anger.

....And let's all just ignore the fact he made a DnD reference where the Cabal is concerned.

[jamie]

For a few seconds, Andrés is clearly refusing to ask WHAT? in clarification of what the hell he means by the use of the word 'party.' It lingers even after he decides not to waste time on a diversion.

"The second your jaw unswells enough for you to start yapping it again--" Here comes the high-pitched nasal tone he uses for imitating them. "--'ARE YOU OKAAAAY?' She's fine, man! Chill out."

[Quither]

"Your judge of character in circumstances such as this is about as spotty as your scientific definitions of the spirit world..."

Shots fired.

[jamie]

"Oh well ex-cuuuuuse me! I guess we're just going to forget about the time you thought making deals with a noncorporeal entity that calls itself The Keeper of Secrets was such a good idea you had to kick down my door in the middle of the night--"

[Quither]

"-Says the asshole who brought a Dreamspeaker to our doorstep because he fucked up her ability to cross the bloody Gauntlet! How do you even--"

[jamie]

"I FUCKED UP THE DISTANCE SHE WENT INTO THE UMBRA, I didn't have anything to do with her ability to cross the damned thing! She crossed it INTO MY LABORATORY. Carajo, if you're gonna insult someone, Mister 'Spotty Definitions'--"

[Jacqui]

[OOC: Sorry Kenna for jumping the queue, girl. But it was for a good cause(!). ]

The Verbena has largely been ignoring the squabbling that's been going on behind [and around] her. She is, in a manner of speaking, there in a professional capacity after all. That being: to help fix whatever had transpired. If fixing it was even (as far as William was concerned) a possibility. The negativity within the study has only seemed to resonate more strongly the longer Ned and the Doctor argue.

Kiara has finished assisting Margot enough that the younger witch should be able to soldier on. She opens dark eyes and sets about cleaning up her belongings to the score of:

"Your judge of character in circumstances such as this is about as spotty as your scientific definitions of the spirit world..."


"Oh well ex-cuuuuuse me! I guess we're just going to forget about the time you thought making deals with a noncorporeal entity that calls itself The Keeper of Secrets was such a good idea you had to kick down my door in the middle of the night--" 

"-Says the asshole who brought a Dreamspeaker to our doorstep because he fucked up her ability to cross the bloody Gauntlet! How do you even--" 

There's a moment when Kiara's eyes meet Margot's. She offers her a long, commiserating look. Then breathes out slowly. Her eyes close for a moment and there's a building energy in the room: the casting sort. The surge of rejuvenation that the Verbena brought with her intensifies. "Would you both - " Kiara Woolfe pushes to her knees. "Stop it."

Pain.

Agony hits both Andrés and Ned square in their abdomens.
(so this was what a cursing felt like).

It feels, there can be no other word for it, as if they're enduring the worst sort of cramping in their bodies. As if they were entering the throes of labor. Gripping contractions, as Kiara's flashing anger turns on both. "William is lying on the floor. Your friend. Your Cabalmate. You can having your ... magical pissing contest after he's okay. So he can sit here and keep the peace."

With that, she grabs her bag and makes for the door.

--

Kiara
[Life 2 - Curse of Macha: WOULD YOU BOTH STOP IT. Usual modifiers. La dee da.]

Dice: 3 d10 TN3 (5, 5, 9) ( success x 3 )

Kiara
[Life 2 - Birth Pains timeout for you both. 10 minutes. Extending.]

Dice: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 7, 10) ( success x 2 )

Doc
[yeah. we both deserved that. thanks babe <3 ]

Kiara
[welcome <3]