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LOOKING FOR SOMEONE
Who: Garnet, Koumei, Molly, Pinkie, Greg, and Jamie
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.
It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.
Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.
Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.
Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.
P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.
Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.
If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.
What: Where Are They Now? The Scoobies Come Together!
When: February 19th
Where: A club booth/Lesedi and Edward's offices later
Warnings: The characters in this log will be getting in trouble with the labels, so brainwashing, injuries and torture, implied or otherwise, is very likely.
It started with a simple text that evening. Well, no, that was wrong. It started with a knock on the door that morning.
Garnet had wanted to check on Nariko, on all of her bandmates. All that responded to her was silence. She kicked open the door, and was met with nothing. As if the bedsheets had never been used, or the bed even slept in at all.
Nariko - the girl she saw as a daughter, their lead singer - gone. For hours she sat on that bed, her hands over her face. Once the tears dried, however, she balled her fists and stormed out of the penthouse. She wound up here, at this club, typing on her cell phone, a grim expression set on her face.
Pinkie, Koumei and Greg. If others were at the club, and wanted to join in, fine. She didn't think there would be others, though.
P3nn Station. 8pm. I'll pay.
Its a sophisticated little place, a jazz club with a good clientele, a good waitstaff - and a good chance they will be left alone for the most part. She might be asked to perform. Otherwise, though, the guards could have their own drinks, and she would be able to talk freely with those who came.
If they came. As time ticked away, she knew her idea was contingent upon people arriving, much less be amenable to it. If this didn't work out, well - this was a nice club. She could come here again in the future.
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"It will," Koumei intoned, holding out his hand.
The suddenness of the motion was matched by a strange symbol glowing golden on his hands. It was one Garnet might recognize, if she had ever taken a peek at the scraps of papers that passed for Koumei's notes. The strange symbol was littered all over the margins in recent months, as he had tried to make sense of what the image had meant.
It was only finding Garnet in the bathroom, panicking over her eyes, that allowed the piece to fall into place.
A deft motion with his hands called up a series of flickering lights that resembled constellations, and they arrayed themselves into a shape that was large enough for the four of the others to pass through.
A parallel array appeared outside, and under his breath Koumei uttered the words 'Dante al-Thais.'
"It's a gate," he explained quickly, already lowering the portal over the other four. "You'll be safe. No climbing involved at all."
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"That is suuuuuuuuper-duper cool..." Pinkie says in a hushed voice, leaning down to peer through the gate and then straightening to look out the window again. "So we're just all gonna go down there, and...then what?"
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"This thing isn't gonna like...rip us to shreds or fuse us all together or something, is it?"
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"Well, it didn't hurt."
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So, she did so. If she ended up outside, she's ask Koumei what he was planning. Otherwise, well...
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It was a fairly simple concept in Koumei's mind, but it did nothing to allay the disappointment in his own voice. They would need to plan this out better for the next time, and come properly prepared instead of just doing this off the cuff. Without any idea of what everyone was capable of at this point in time, it was impossible to know what they were capable of.
Besides. It was insane to bring kids along.
Garnet will find that the portal doesn't kill her. Instead, she's safely outside as if she had simply stepped through a door. Not a hair was out of place on her head, and there was no sense of ill reaction to the process.
"Once we're outside, we're outside." He explained calmly to the rest who were still in the room with him. "It's better to retreat now and try this again another time."
He hoped they would hurry. Maintaining these portals was starting to become tiring.
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She...still doesn't actually know what the deal is.
But once they're out on the other side, she sits down on the ground and pulls a few candy bars out of the big pocket of her hoodie. "So, does anybody want any snacks while we come up with a new plan? I'm not even sure they saw us, but they'll TOTALLY never catch us out here!"
/endvision
She had just started gathering the beer cans from a garbage pail outside of the tower. They dropped to the floor, and she let out a gasp. That...that was--
Well. No point in wasting time. She snapped up her cell phone and began to dial. First, Koumei.
Change of plans. Meet me outside in ten. No matches. Just trust me, you'll thank me later. Bye."
Beep. Then, Molly.
"Hello, meet me outside in ten minutes? There's a good reason. Don't worry, everything's fine. Bye."
Beep. Jamie.
"Hi there, come outside in ten minutes if you're still interested. Just want to touch base on a few things beforehand. See you soon.
Beep.
Last of all. Pinkie.
"Bring candy."