#3rd short

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy knocks on Kyle's door, clutching her folder and a couple of textbooks from the learning center in her arms. She looks tired, a visible mess, but excited nonetheless*

Kyle Broflovski:

*Kyle opens the front door and blinks in surprise when he sees who it is* Hey, Wendy. *eyes her papers and disheveled appearance curiously* I bet you're here to fill me in, aren't you.

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy grins, and cranes her head to see inside his room* Yeah! Are you busy right now?

Kyle Broflovski:

*shakes his head, also grinning now* Nahh. I've been monitoring what I can of HQ, trying to see if they've been able to track my conversation with Christophe yet, but so far things are looking good! I'm not busy though. Come on in. *motions her inside and leads the way upstairs to where his room is located, on the right*

Wendy Testaburger:

*She follows him* Ah, right! Red was telling me about that. It's pretty impressive. *She sits down on his bed, laying out her books and papers* Okay, so I need your help. The teams wants me to see if I can translate the language here, but it's totally alien to me. I've picked up a few books from the learning center to see if they could be of any use.

Kyle Broflovski:

Yeah, I, uh, saw your...conversation with her on tumblr. *makes his way over to his bed to pick up some of the papers* Wow... This almost looks like runes, or something, jeez... *frowns in concentrative thought*

Wendy Testaburger:

*she frowns, too. Both at the strange language and the mention of Red* That's an entirely different story... I don't know why she hates me.

Kyle Broflovski:

*continues to study the papers even as he speaks* I think she mentioned growing apart from you and Bebe in her world for some reason. Did she say anything about that to you? It's kind of rude of her to immediately judge you like that, but I can also see how it would be hard for her not to. I /still/ have trouble seeing Cartman as someone I can trust sometimes.

Wendy Testaburger:

No, not really...*Wendy perks up at the mention of Cartman* Have you two been getting along recently?

Kyle Broflovski:

*raises a suggestive eyebrow and finally looks up from the papers at Wendy* I haven't really spoken to him other than on tumblr occasionally, but we get along about as well as we always have. I keep meaning to talk to him, but he's been busy and so have I with like, different things... *shrugs*

Wendy Testaburger:

*She nods slowly, turning back to her book* That's right. I heard you were working on the chips for the break in. How's that coming along?

Kyle Broflovski:

*grins broadly* I wasn't able to get any extended information from it, but I did manage to make two copies using the one we already had from the dead guard. It took me two straight days and nights, but I got them finished on time and handed them off to Christophe yesterday evening.

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy lets out a low whistle* Nice! Thanks for doing that, Ky. I could have never... that computer, technological stuff is definitely your forte. *She smiles at him genuinely*

Kyle Broflovski:

*Kyle smiles right back, so glad just to be casually speaking to someone face to face again. Holing himself up like he had been was terrible for his social health* Thanks, Wendy. I really appreciate that. Working on computers and networks and security encryptions and stuff was basically what I wanted to do in college. I had plans to work for the government's special forces eventually. *He finally takes a seat on the bed next to Wendy* What were your plans after high school? *He idly picks up one of the books Wendy had brought, but doesn't even really open it, much more interested in what she has to say*

Wendy Testaburger:

I could definitely see you doing something like that. *She purses her lips, pondering his question for a minute.* You know, I don't know. I've always wanted to do something that gives back, helps someone, you know? Maybe I would've been a teacher, or maybe helped kids with disabilities. It wouldn't make much money, but money's never really mattered much to me. As long as I feel as if I've lived my full potential, I'll be happy. *She said softly looking off at nothing, a smile ghosting on her lips*

Kyle Broflovski:

Yeah, I know. In my world you were much the same way. I think you wanted to be a veterinarian. *Kyle smiles at her pleasantly* You perked up when I mentioned Cartman a minute ago. How was the meeting? What groups were you talking about...? Nobody has told me anything yet.

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy's brow creases slightly* It was fine, a bit weird seeing him in person for the first time since Bieberfest. Basically, we're splitting into two groups; one to get files, and one to get on the fourth floor. *her eyes lower as she lets out a long sigh* He really does love you, you know.

Kyle Broflovski:

*Kyle keeps his expression very carefully neutral* You think so? I figured he wouldn't let himself get too attached to me since he's already got a perfect Kyle for him back in his world. *he shrugs a bit* That's interesting about the break in though. Good stuff to know. Who's in what group?

Wendy Testaburger:

Cartman, Red, and Kenny are all with me. Then it's Gregory, Christophe, Swow, Raven, and Evan I believe. *playfully punches his shoulder* Oh, come on. You know he's crazy about you. Home Kyle or not. *she smiles sadly* I think I'm going to have to break up with my Cartman back home. That is, if I ever do decide to go home or the opportunity is available.

Kyle Broflovski:

Ah. Those sound like good teams, I think. *rubs his arm, pretending that it hurt even though it didn't* No, I know he's just plain /crazy/. *chuckles softly, but cuts it off abruptly when she says her next statement* What? Why...? Surely not because of the events here...

Wendy Testaburger:

*She laughs* Well, that too. *She gives him an exasperated look* Kyle, you'd have to be blind not to see it. Plus, I did date a version of him, I know that look he gets. I guess relationships don't really matter when we're this close to getting home.

Kyle Broflovski:

*Kyle shakes his head* No, I think they do matter, in a way. If there's anything at all that I've learned from this entire experience, it's not to fuck with people's feelings, no matter what universe you're from. *he looks directly at Wendy, seriously* So you're gonna break up with the Cartman that clearly loves you because this Cartman doesn't...? Or is it because you don't?

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy blushes slightly, looking a little sheepish* I mean, you're right. It does sound stupid and illogical. But in all those years we were together, I never got to experience other people. I think I should try to just be open for a while. If we're supposed to be together, it will happen eventually when we're both ready. I remember you mentioning you had feelings for Stan in your world. What are you going to do about them?

Kyle Broflovski:

So you don't, then. That's a good thing, though, if you're taking the initiative. You'll both end up happier that way. *Kyle watches her with sympathetic eyes the whole time, at least until she turned the conversation back on him. Then he casts his gaze downward* Dude, I don't even fucking know. It's so....difficult...to try to move forward with anything - be it our friendship, or our feelings, or whatever. I always feel like I'm just taking two steps back, you know? *Kyle's expression falls a bit more, so that now he looks rather depressed* I have this nagging feeling that I should drop Raven out of my life completely, but every now and then I see glimpses of who he really is underneath all that stupid goth crap. I'm not sure what to make of those glimpses, but they keep pulling me backwards...back to him, I guess. Then again, those glimpses are few and far between. The other half of the time I'm gnawing on my jaw wondering why the hell I've not said "Fuck it" and started hanging out with Cartman again... *a frustrated frown appears on Kyle's brow as he finally sets the book down and starts to twiddle his thumbs in his lap*

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy looks at him, her wide eyes full of caring and understanding* I know that feeling. Hell, it's all I feel anymore; taking three steps, getting pushed back four. *She sighs, running a hand through her messy hair* It's like... there are two sides constantly at war with each other and not knowing which one is right. It's pretty normal to feel like you can't leave him. After all, he is Stan. Not only someone you have feelings for, but also a best friend. *She gently pulls his hand away from his lap and strokes the back of it with her thumb, giving him a reassuring smile* I know it seems pretty bleak right now, even depressing, but hope is never lost. Nothing is ever hopeless. There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. I can't really say I approve of going to Cartman as a second choice, but he's not mine so I can't say much. Ky, I know I've made some mistakes in the past, especially with our friendship, but believe me when I say I would never steer you wrong. Raven's only temporary. *she laughs a little* Trust me, I would know from the whole guard thing.

Kyle Broflovski:

*Kyle literally starts to feel a little more uplifted with every word Wendy says, because everything she says is spot on exactly how he feels. He sits there quietly, looking up only when she touches his hand* I'd thought... *he says softly once she's finished speaking* I'd thought that after a few weeks I would /want/ to move on. I told everyone who asked me about it that I was going to, you know. I felt like I deserved that right. But that's wrong, and selfish, and I'm really glad I've got someone like you to remind me that everything isn't always as it seems. God, we've ALL made mistakes, Wendy. Myself, especially. We're human, though. It's okay. *a slight smile* I do trust you. I trust you to have everyone's best interest at heart, even when it doesn't seem like you do. And I trust you to give me good advice, because the Wendy I've always known would have done the same. *Kyle flushes a bit as some of his mostly forgotten feelings for Wendy resurfaced for a moment.* Trust seems like such a fickle thing here... Out of everyone here, I'd hope you alone would honor it the most. *He shifts their hands a bit so he can hold hers in his, squeezing them lightly for emphasis*

Wendy Testaburger:

*As he squeezed her hand and spoke to her in that soft, intelligent voice only he could posses, her stomach flipped. Blood raced to her cheeks turning them pink, and for the first time in a long time she felt warm. She had no idea why she was reacting in this way to a simple touch and a few lovely words, but tried not to question it too much* I have been one to read too much into situations. *she smiles, her blush still flaring* Of course I would honor it. These months have been so dark, yet so enlightening. I'm learned much more being trapped here with all of you for a few months than in seventeen years back home. Of course I would always have your best interest at heart. You're my best friend, Kyle... *she trails off, looking down at their intertwined hands*

Kyle Broflovski:

*Kyle laughs softly* Then I should be apologizing for being a shitty friend. You guys probably think I don't care about you... *subconsciously he started biting his bottom lip, trying to make his face cool off. Was it warm in here all of a sudden? Kyle clears his throat and pulls his hands away again, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly* But I do! Care, I mean. I just...get really stuck in my own head, I think. *another soft laugh* So this language. Do you have any sort of translation to go off of yet? Anything in these books? I can try looking up some stuff online if you haven't already.

Wendy Testaburger:

Oh, uh, yeah! *Wendy quickly grabs one of the smaller books and flips to one of the pages she's bookmarked. She tries to ignore the slight feeling of irritation and maybe even sadness at the absence of his touch. God, what am I thinking. Kyle's gay. He likes Stan. She thought, tucking a stay lock of hair behind her ear* I've been looking through these books, and it seems that they keep records of different languages and translations. There's one for every language; French, Spanish, German, even English. What's interesting is that there are other alien languages I've never seen before as well! *She looks up at him, beaming in excitement* But we don't have time to look over them right now.

It makes sense, right? We speak English, and the viewers of this show don't understand, so the "producers" *she uses air quotes* must add subtitles.

Kyle Broflovski:

Mhmm. *Kyle nods, smiling enthusiastically at Wendy being just as excited. He then gets up for a second to pick up his laptop from the desk before going back to his bed. This time he actually gets all the way on it, shifting a pillow against the headboard to lean his back against, computer opened up in his lap, legs stretched out. He works in silence for a minute, typing away...then he laughs suddenly, right out of the blue*

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed, totally absorbed in her languages and theories. She can't help but feel excited by the possibility of other worlds with their own languages and society. Wendy looks up in surprise when Kyle laughs randomly and giggles lightly at the randomness* What's so funny?

Kyle Broflovski:

Well, from what I can tell it's definitely not Webdings, Wingdings, or any variation of the two. *another chuckle* Which is funny because I totally thought it would be. *he types in something else, and gets serious again* What would be really great is if we could determine what language it's based off of, because for all we know it could be Russian or Korean instead of English...

*looks back up at Wendy again* Why don't we have time to look at all of them right now..?

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy cracks up at the thought of Kyle thinking it could even possibly be Webdings but then bites her lip in concentration* Maybe it's not based off any language we know. It could be pictures, or maybe an undeveloped ancient language. Either way, it's still going to be tough to translate.

I'm just so focused on cracking this. I feel like it's my obligation to the group, you know? You're the technological brains, Cartman the public speaker, Gregory the logical one, Christophe the tough one. I want to contribute more.

Kyle Broflovski:

Aww, Wendy. Ever the overachiever, huh? *grins at her* You put yourself on the line when you decided to become a guard, so you shouldn't pressure with this stuff. We'll get it eventually, with help or on our own. No worries. *he reaches across the bed to pick up the document again, cross examining it to the post on tumblr which he has pulled up on his laptop screen* Man, if this stuff is relevant to a dead language, we're screwed. *he scrunches his nose up at the many Xs, Ws, Vs, and T-like shapes* Pictures... *he murmurs* What if it's both? What if it's like...a language with its own alphabet that's also based on pictures. Something Asian maybe? Like Chinese or Korean...? *starts typing things into Google again*

Wendy Testaburger:

*Wendy smiles gratefully at Kyle,  feeling a little bit better. When he mentions Chinese and Korean she perks up* Chinese…. that's brilliant! I never thought that it could stem from our languages. At first I thought it looked similar to sand skirt, but Chinese or Korean makes sense! *She feverishly flips through some pages in one of her books* It looks similar to Korean, but incorporates some Chinese characters...

Kyle Broflovski:

Gregory Langsdale *Peers over Christophe's shoulder* Are we set then? Christophe DeLorn Oui. *glances over to Cartman* Stan Marsh I thought you said Judas would be here. *somewhat dully* Eric Cartman RIGHT BEHIND THE GENERAL STORE NEXT TO THE MEDICAL CENTER AND HQ: **Stuffing some equiptment into a backpack, carefully checking the stolen camera to make sure all the parts are there.** There we gooo.... that should be perfect. **Debates running diagnostics on his computer before he runs in, but doesn't want the light from the monitor to draw attention to himself. Decides to put on his black hat and black make up.** It's all or nothing now. We're at the point of no return. There's no going back. That portal is /mine/. Kenny McCormick *grins at Stan* Isn't this kinda too much excitement and potential awesome for you, dude? Gregory Langsdale He's changed his mind, but he brought the chips along; hopefully they'll let us up to the higher levels. S-Wow Tittybang Hurry UP, I got my stories to watch afta this *wearing guady jewlery despite the break in* Christophe DeLorn Oui, Gregory and I are taking ze two zat 'e 'as, and Wendy should be able to get you into ze second story. Swow, you are going wiz Cartman's group. Eric Cartman **Glances around, inspecting the area to make sure the coast is clear before darting over to the HQ buiding, hiding in the shadows and being all stealth like.** Stan Marsh Well, if Jersey's on his team then they're sure to succeed. *Still just as flat, glancing at Kenny* Wendy Testaburger So, I'm going to the second story? Stan Marsh *pinches the bridge of his nose at Cartman's antics* Christophe DeLorn Yeah, is zat cool? Zey need a way in. Wendy Testaburger Yeah. Who's coming with me? Christophe DeLorn Cartman is going, and Swow and Raven, I think? And Kenny as well, if you want. Zen if ze coast is clear, we will send a text once you are done down zere, and you can run up to ze fourth floor and 'elp us too. Eric Cartman **Finally gets to everyone else, heaving and out of breath** Guys, seriously... how stupid are you for congregating RIGHT outside the place? How do you know they're not spying on us? Kenny McCormick *sloppily salutes Christophe* Man wherever you say, dude, you two are the boss Kenny McCormick Where you been, fatboy? Wendy Testaburger Sounds good. *looks at Cartman blankly* Red is setting up a distraction. Christophe DeLorn *lights a cigarette* Zey are spying on us. Zere is no way zey do not know we are doing zis, so who ze fuck cares? I was not ze one zat wanted a thousand fucking people to come along. Stan Marsh *he snorts slightly.* Thanks but no thanks. Honestly with Jersey and fatboy, I don't expect their team to get very far. S-Wow Tittybang Oh they ain't spying on us...or lets check *suddenly pulls shirt up and waits for a few moments* ...nah if they were spying, we'd have heard chearing now S-Wow Tittybang *cheering Gregory Langsdale Oh my God, what. *Turns away promptly* Gregory Langsdale *To Wendy* Honestly, we may want to stay together at first - at least until we're certain that these chips work properly. Stan Marsh *just pinches his nose again, looking incredibly annoyed* Kenny McCormick *laughing at Sheila* Nice. Christophe DeLorn *rolls eyes* We will know as soon as we are by ze elevators. Wendy Testaburger *nods to Gregory* Good point. Eric Cartman For god fucking sake. **Smoothes hand over hair** Who the hell invited S-wow and GothTramp? Christophe DeLorn If not zen zere is no way to get up wizzout climbing up ze cables and praying no one takes zem, and I do not think 'alf of you can go about climbing elevator cables. S-Wow Tittybang I'm a helluva distraction. Plus you know getting caught in a good scandal is one of the best ways to jump start a career S-Wow Tittybang And I can't exactly sleep with a senetor in this situation Wendy Testaburger *facepalms* Swow. Please. Eric Cartman **Takes a look at his team, and realizes why Christophe wanted this to be a limited operation** So... awesome. **Crosses arms into his chest** Thankfully I only have two floors to climb... though I've been able to scale more. **Shines his nails smugly** Gregory Langsdale *Stares at him flatly* Really. Kenny McCormick *laughing again* No you haven't, dude. Stan Marsh Sure, fatass. *drawls, still not looking all that impressed* S-Wow Tittybang I can see it, he's so fat he's got his own gravity, he tries to climb and the ground goes up with him Wendy Testaburger *grins at Kenny* Okay, can we just do this. The faster this takes, the less chance of getting caught. Christophe DeLorn Cartman, I am sure you are excellent at climbing, but ze second floor team needs your expertise in deciding which archives are important. We are all just taking ze stairs at first. *rolls his eyes* So let's get going, oui? Kenny McCormick *gives Wendy a thumbs up* Sounds good to me dude Eric Cartman **Shoves Raven out of the way** I have TO climbed over two stories! How the fuck did you think I got into the to floor of the Police Building as the Coon? Fucking imbociles. **Scoffs at Christophe** If you all want to take the EASY way sure. And I have the list of stuff we need to look for so, unless we wanted to hold hands together for a pre-game prayer, I say we get going. Christophe DeLorn *remembering there is still a good possibility that they're on tv, decides to play for some sympathy and turns to Gregory, grabbing his wrist* If anything 'appens in zere, just know zat I love you, oui? Now let's go. Eric Cartman **Immediately looses the hard edge, and just swoons** awwwwwwwwwwwWWWWW! Stan Marsh *just kind of dully looks at Cartman, not exactly giving much response to the shove. He does kind of blatantly look between gregory and christophe though, brow raised* Gregory Langsdale *Promptly turns a vague shade of red and herds Christophe toward the building before flipping Cartman off* Kenny McCormick *snorts in an undigified way at Christophe before following them towards the building* Wendy Testaburger *smiles at christophe, then glances at Cartman and frowns* Stan Marsh Wow. *Just kind of follows after them* Christophe DeLorn *turns around as they go to flip Raven and Cartman off, smirking triumphantly as they walk inside* Eric Cartman **Snaps out of it again, and just shoves his hands in his pockets defensively, following** You guys are all gay. S-Wow Tittybang *follows to the building* Gregory Langsdale Says the person actively has sex with men. *Still trying to ignore the heat across his face as he crosses his arms* Wendy Testaburger *scoffs at Cartman then follows him into the building* Okay so let's check the chips at the elevator Stan Marsh Fatboy's had sex? Kenny McCormick Augh dude that's nasty Wendy Testaburger *blushes and turns away from the group* Stan Marsh Huh. Color me surprised. Christophe DeLorn Shut up, dumbfucks, we need to be quiet. First floor elevator! The ground floor to admin is quiet and dark and the reception desk is empty - most employees have apparently gone home for the day. Next to the elevator itself is a dark panel for swiping. Eric Cartman **Gets flustered and pissed off all at once and just stops on Raven's foot as he passes him on the way to the door** Of course I've fucking had sex! And what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Blondie BubbleButt? Stan Marsh *for Raven's part, he gives no actual reaction to footstomping. Like an apathetic goth badass.* S-Wow Tittybang Wait fatass gets laid? What fuckup would stoop that low? Christophe DeLorn *pinches Cartman* Shut up. *points to the elevators, talking in a low voice* Zat must be ze best way up. Now, be fucking quiet on ze off chance zey don't already know we are 'ere. Kenny McCormick Dude, shush, *hisses at Cartman* S-Wow Tittybang I mean did that bitch weigh a thousand pounds or something? Wendy Testaburger *Wendy walks up to the elevator and waves her forearm in front of the panel. The doors swish open* Christophe DeLorn Zat means you too, S-Wow, fucking 'ell. Eric Cartman **Stands next to Wendy all huffed and offended, trying to make himself appear less of whatever Gregory meant** Wendy Testaburger Okay, so mine works. Try the others. Eric Cartman **mocks Kenny** meh mehhhh Elevator Panel reads: Testaburger, Wendy. Junior Super Star Cadet and Cast Member. Access level 3. Eric Cartman **Reads the Panel, and sees the "Level 3" part, whispers** So you can't get to the fourth floor? Wendy Testaburger *whispers back, clearly annoyed* No. Not many people can. Wendy Testaburger Especially new guards. Stan Marsh *sort of makes Raven more interested in the "B-room" area. Whispering, voice low,* So the chips work. When's this split off happening. S-Wow Tittybang Why do they have to have locks with cards and shit? I remember when people'd have nice simple locks you could bash open Christophe DeLorn *nods fervently at S-Wow* Ouai, fucking 'ell. Kenny McCormick That's probably fucking why, S-Wow Gregory Langsdale Second floor then. *Punches the 2 key* And we'll split off once climbing becomes necessary. For obvious reasons. Wendy Testaburger How do you suppose we get to the fourth floor? Climbing cables? S-Wow Tittybang Yeah well there's more drama kicking down a door Stan Marsh Honestly, I'm pretty sure that would leave maybe three of us, Churchill. Christophe DeLorn We will see if Kyles cards can get us access, and if not zen oui. Christophe DeLorn *stares at Raven* 'Ave you ever climbed an elevator cable? Zey are not like ropes. Elevator BINGS annoyingly loudly and slides open the doors to the second floor. This room is dark as well and looks pretty much the same as last time: an enormous amount of filing cabinets and desks crammed all over the place. One lonely employee is hunched over their desk, typing away* Stan Marsh Thanks for stating the obvious, DeLorn. Eric Cartman SHH! **slaps Raven's mouth, hushed voice** There's someone there! Stan Marsh *glances, annoyed clearly, at Cartman.* Christophe DeLorn *darts over to the employee and thwacks him over the head with his shovel* Wendy Testaburger *looks panicked, doesn't know whether to hide in the shadows or say something. She decides to hide behind the wall that is Cartman* Stan Marsh *pinches his nose again.* Jesus christ. S-Wow Tittybang *reflexivly opens her shirt* Kenny McCormick EMPLOYEE: *jumps up, is D-list celebrity and comedienne KATHY GRIFFIN* Oh my god what?? Gregory Langsdale Shit. Kenny McCormick *falls to the flow when christophe whacks her* Wendy Testaburger If I get caught, I'll get kicked out. Which means no more information. Also, I would probably get in huge trouble for betrayal. Eric Cartman **nodds** Effective. **Brings Wendy around and starts handing out copies of the words they need to find** Okay, start ripping through these cabinets and look for this word in particular. **points to the first one** I think this will lead to some answers. **Eyes shift** Also, if anyone finds the keys to the employee bathroom? I need to... inspect them. Wendy Testaburger It's all panels, once again. *rolls eyes* Can't it wait? Stan Marsh You could also stop talking so they can't hear you. *and for his part, he looks over to Christophe.* Mole, you want to use that shovel to get this elevator door hatch open? Or will I have to give Churchill a boost. Gregory Langsdale ...How exactly do you know they'll lead to answer if you don't know what they say. *Frowns and rummages through some sheets until he finds one in English* This is our 'theme song' apparnetly. God. *Hands it off to the closest person* Kenny McCormick *puzzles down at paper again* Look for some whacked out Korean letters different from the other letters, yeah, that's not hard or shit. Christophe DeLorn *glares at Raven* Fuck you. Go do ze fucking archives and me and Gregory will go up. Gregory Langsdale *Peers back at Raven* Actually, have we tried Kyle's chips yet? Perhaps they work on the upper floors. Wendy Testaburger *takes the paper from Gregory and looks at it with disgust* Is this of much importance.... *sighs, and shoves it into her bag anyway* Stan Marsh *shrugs.* Worth a shot. *ignoring Christophe completely.* Christophe DeLorn *shoves Stan out of the elevator and swipes Kyle's card again* Eric Cartman Don't fucking question me, Gregory! I'm the one who's starting to get this fucking alphabet pieced out! **reads the theme song, and just throws it in the air** Terrible. Let's look for something else. Like background stories or what not, like how they all got us here. Elevator: Jinn, Zindar, NE Ricky Ricardo. Cast member. Level 3 access. *Doors open* Stan Marsh *resisting at shove, shoving back as he places his foot on the opening, eyes dark.* Eric Cartman **whips head around** Did that just say level three too? **crumples up one of the papers** Fuck! Well how are you guys going to get in? Christophe DeLorn *glares at the screen* Damn. D'accord, old fashioned zen. *rams his shovel up into the hatch panel of the elevator roof* Wendy Testaburger *Is fairly familiar with the layout of the cabinets and starts to skim through the files, picking up a few papers with the select word. She crams those into her bag also* Kenny McCormick Guys you don't wanna like.... ride up to three, and then climb? Red Kerrigan *texts Wendy* ...so how is the mission going. Christophe's not answering his texts. S-Wow Tittybang I ain't climbing, I just got my nails did. If I'm ruining this manicure it's punching someone Christophe DeLorn *stares flatly at Kenny* Ouai. Fine. It is more badass zis way zough, hah. Send me and Gregory up, ze rest of you stay 'ere. Wendy Testaburger *texts Red* Fine. Your distraction worked. Red Kerrigan *texts Wendy* Can I join? I'm bored. how fucked are you guys? Stan Marsh *has already brought a pair of gloves suited for the job, raising a brow at Mole* Sorry DeLorn, you aren't going alone. You aren't the only one curious about what's up there. Wendy Testaburger *texts Red* Pretty fucked. I'll come get you... Kenny McCormick Man why not everybody go like, *shrugs vaguely* If this shit's all in Egyptian we're not gonna find shit Christophe DeLorn *glares at Stan* Fucking fine. If you fall to your fucking death I am not coming to save you, bitch. Red Kerrigan *texts Wendy* Really? You sure, Princess? Where you at now? Gregory Langsdale *Steps in and peers up at the cables* I might suggest we head to the third floor, seeing as we have access. Stan Marsh Somehow I'm not that worried. *dully, giving Christophe a dark look* Christophe DeLorn *huffs and goes to slouch against the back wall, sulking and waiting for Gregory to decide what to do since no one listens to his opinions on things anyway bloohoo* Wendy Testaburger *texts Red* Shut up and just be thankful I'm in a good mood. I'm on the second floor. You'll need me to get up here. Gregory Langsdale God. *Pinches the bridge of his nose* Fine. You two climb the hell up to three and the rest of us will take the elevator like sane people. Christophe DeLorn No, we'll take ze damn elevator, as you want. Kenny McCormick Field trip, sweet *cheerful as fuck as he walks back over to the elevator* Just don't like, fucking crush anybody with it elevators are fuckass dangerous shit man Stan Marsh *grins slightly, gaze still rather blank* Honestly, I was waiting for us to go up. Red Kerrigan *texts Wendy* K. I'll be outside in about five. Want a snapple, darling? Gregory Langsdale All right. In then. *Steps inside and holds the door* Wendy Testaburger *texts Red* Ugh. Hurry up. They're going up to the fourth floor. Kenny McCormick *heads in to the elevator too* Gregory Langsdale Wendy? Cartman? Wendy Testaburger *turns to the group* I'm going to get Red. Eric Cartman **Opens a new cabinet, grabbing all the English documents he can find along with the bigger binders full of the buzzwords.** who the fuck are you texting Wendy? I need your help sorting through all this crap! This is only the beginning, there's probably more important shit in the individual offices! Christophe DeLorn *snorts* Cartman can't fucking climb. Gregory Langsdale All right. Be careful then. *Sighs and lets the doors start to close* Stan Marsh no offense McCormick, but are you sure you're capable...? Red Kerrigan *texts Wendy* Outside, where are you Princess? Let down your hair Eric Cartman Ay! Fuck you! Yes I can!**Slams a cabinet** I'll come now and worry about the rest of this on my way back down. **Hurries to the open elevator** Kenny McCormick *winks at Stan for a second before grinning at Wendy* So you just gonna meet us up then? Wendy Testaburger Cartman, get off my ass! I got all the papers you need. Now if you'll excuse me... Wendy Testaburger Yeah, I'll see you guys up there. Be careful. Gregory Langsdale Keep your goddamn voice down. *Glares and shoves him backward toward Christophe before jabbing the 3 button* S-Wow Tittybang Hey, when fatboy falls the noise'll distract the guards S-Wow Tittybang or cause an earthquake S-Wow Tittybang either way Eric Cartman **catches the elevator door before it closes** Like there's anyone else here! *Elevator closes and heads the third floor! To the left is a locked door labeled "B-Room" with the same chickenscratch writing under it. To the right is several rooms full of equipment, and at the end of the hall is Yates' office, also locked. Also right in front of the elevator is a frigging guard in a fashionable suit. Stan Marsh Says the fat jersey bitch. S-Wow Tittybang It ain't fat, it's tits S-Wow Tittybang *grabs them proudly* Christophe DeLorn *shoves to the front of the elevator, shovel at the ready to knock down the guard* Wendy Testaburger *Rides the elevator down to the first floor. She walks calmly out to the front, making sure to stay quiet. She notices Red and smirks at her* Alright. You ready? Guard *Mesmerized by tits momentarily before pulling out his taser and blindly shooting it into the elevator* Eric Cartman **Snorts at Stans Comment** I forgot how funny you can be when you're all pissed off and emo and shit. Eric Cartman **Eyes Christohe** You think they be wearing hardhats by now Eric Cartman - **gets tazed** Christophe DeLorn *steps out and thwacks the guy over the head* Kenny McCormick *jerks back away from Cartman's spazzy body* Gregory Langsdale *Steps over Cartman as well before admiring Christophe's work* Nice. Red Kerrigan *leaning against a tree with her arms crossed* God, it's about time Princess. I didn't get you a snapple, but I snagged this from Gomez. *chucks a sparkly princess hairpin at wendy's chest and walks by her to the doors* Stan Marsh *looks, for his part, actually somewhat startled at fatboy getting tased, taking a side step back from him before staring kind of blankly.* Well...that was expected. S-Wow Tittybang *spits on him* Christophe DeLorn *grins* Merci. *strides over to the B-Room door, trying to figure out the best way to get in* Eric Cartman NOT COOOOL! **Flails around on the floor for a second or two, convulsing and trying to get the prongs off him** Gregory Langsdale *Sighs* For God's sake keep your damn voice down. Again. *Bends over and deftly plucks them off of him* Gregory Langsdale B-Room* Is a solid door with a little window on the top. Inside is a huge platform surrounded by equipment and lights* Stan Marsh *Raven peers out into the dark hallways, following after Christophe and staring,frowning somewhat, at the B-Room* ...What's this. Wendy Testaburger *Rolls her eyes, and catches the hairpin. She pulls her hair back, and clips it in* Thanks. It's almost as if you care. *She smiles, mockingly wiping away a fake tear. She waves her arm in front of the elevator again, and pushes the button for floor 3* Christophe DeLorn J'sais pas. *slams his shovel into the window as hard as he can* Stan Marsh subtle. Christophe DeLorn *shrugs, and does it again until the glass breaks. Reaches inside, feeling for any sort of lock* Red Kerrigan Isn't this a bit obvious? I mean, really. Kenny McCormick Man we're gonna set off an alarm with this shit. Stan Marsh Honestly I doubt Mole cares. Stan Marsh He could apparently take them all with his brute force. *heavy on dull sarcasm* Wendy Testaburger Well, your distraction has got the guards running around. God, they can be such idiots. *the doors swoosh open to the dark hallway* Gregory Langsdale *Grimaces* Point. We need to try to keep it down. Red Kerrigan *whispers* Do you need my arm? It's pretty dark. You're not afraid of this place right Princess? *smiling* Eric Cartman **weakly crawls out of the elevator** GOd.... Fucking... shit that was WEAK! **tries to get up, but he's still pretty much incompacitated** Haaaaalp. Haaaaaaaaalp. Christophe DeLorn Subtlty was gone ze second we let more zan three people in at ze same time. *finds a lock and slides it open, and then opens the door, bowing low to Raven and gesturing him inside* Fuck you. Gregory Langsdale *Prods Christophe in the shoulder and gives him a look* Wendy Testaburger My hero. *looks at her blankly, then notices Cartman* Holy FUCK! Christophe DeLorn *stares back at Gregory.* Quoi, it worked, non? Kenny McCormick *sighs and walks over to haul Cartman up* Dude, man up, yeah? You're fine. Stan Marsh *rolls his eyes but steps inside, readying the knife against his belt* Red Kerrigan *looks at Cartman, startled* What the fuck happened to him. Are we walking into a trap? *The B-Room is lovely and bright! There is a small circular area in the middle of the room that most of the lights and equiment are pointed toward, as well as a dial and several large buttons on the platform near the door* S-Wow Tittybang Fatass got tazed Eric Cartman I'm NOT okay! **tries to sit up** Have you ever been tazed before? It fucking SUCKS! **Takes a deep breath** I mean see? **points to his thigh, where the barbs stuck** right here? they totally punctured the skin and it shocked me SO HARD! **Rubs his leg to soothe it** Do you see it? Kenny? S-Wow Tittybang but his fat insulted him Stan Marsh *Raven stares at the inside blankly, kind of stopping rather suddenly on the spot* Kenny McCormick He's fine, just a little taser, man, no big. *keeping a grip on Cartman's arm to steady him* Totally have dude, yup, that sucks. *nods patiently* Wendy Testaburger *pats Cartman on the back* You're okay. Keep going. S-Wow Tittybang Ooooh, a spotlight! *Heads into the room* Christophe DeLorn *waits til Raven is distracted before walking over to the elevator and punching through the roof. Hauls himself up and out of sight onto the top of it* Eric Cartman **Is satisfied with the Attention** Alright, I think... I think I can manage. **Puffs out chest and pretends to struggle to his feet. He's so heroic guys, seriously** Wendy Testaburger *walks into the B room, making sure Red is behind her and not touching anything* Red Kerrigan *rolls her eyes and then looks around the area, consciously taking a step away from Wendy now that they are around people* Kenny McCormick *pats him on the shoulder once.* dude you're letting Stan get all the explorer points right now Gregory Langsdale *Opens his mouth to reply to Christophe before snapping it shut, watching him go with a sigh. Walks quickly over to the elevator and hisses up through the hole in the top* I'll catch up with you in a moment. Eric Cartman **Follows Wendy, still limping a bit** Nice to see you all healthy and stuff after I totally took one for the team guys. SO KIND of you to help me. **glares at everyone in the B room** Stan Marsh *Raven just kind of walks into the room, still looking at the center on a slight frown without big notice on Christophe's leave* Wendy Testaburger *walks up behind Raven and gently touches his shoulder* You okay? Stan Marsh *jumps slightly, eyes narrowing on Wendy* What--? S-Wow Tittybang *steps into the spotlight* Wendy Testaburger *widens eyes* Sorry. You just looked...lost. Christophe DeLorn *ignores all the dumbass bitches, slings his shovel on his back, and starts to climb up. Working alone is better anyway* Gregory Langsdale She asked if you were all right. *Wanders in as well, frowning at Stan* Out of curiosity, do you remember this room by any chance? S-Wow Tittybang *the dealy in the middle of the room* Eric Cartman **Watches S-wow skeptically** Stan Marsh What--fucking. No I don't remember this room. Red Kerrigan Why are we in here anyways. S-Wow Tittybang Wha- Red Kerrigan There has to be more important rooms Stan Marsh I don't know. This isn't anything worth while. S-Wow Tittybang what's going on S-Wow Tittybang how the hell did I get here Stan Marsh *sounds rather pissed.* Wendy Testaburger *looks at Stan skeptically* S-Wow Tittybang *lights have gotten bright on the thing* Kenny McCormick *calls over to S-Wow* you flashed everybody your tits and came for the drinks, dude! Red Kerrigan *stares at SWOW* Step out of that dumb light. What are you, a moth? S-Wow Tittybang What the hell did I black out again? Gregory Langsdale What - *notices S-Wow on the platform* For God's sake, get off of there. Stan Marsh Ugh, jesus christ are you really that fucking dumb- Wendy Testaburger *covers her grin at Red's comment* Stan Marsh Churchill what the fuck did I say about limiting those who came with us-whatever. S-Wow Tittybang How fucking drunk was I *walks out* or was I sleepwalking S-Wow Tittybang or drunkwalking Red Kerrigan This is what I meant Gregory, you guys have kids tagging along, how the fuck can we get anything done? Can we split up now and actually gather information or what? Eric Cartman **Realizes that S-wow could be in danger, which has dark implications for a certain someones future** S-wow you dumbass! Get out of there! S-Wow Tittybang Hey fuck you! S-Wow Tittybang I may just get back in there! Kenny McCormick *laughs* S-Wow where you going? Christophe DeLorn *is now at the top of the elevator shaft, and balances precariously on the ledge onto the fourth floor. Jams his shovel in the door and pries it open* Stan Marsh Jesus this is fucking ridiculous. *pushes passed Gregory, still clearly pissed, to get out of the room* Red Kerrigan Okay, let's put one idiot per group and split up. Wendy Testaburger *takes deep breaths, trying not to scream at everyone and possibly throw Swow out the window* Please. Red Kerrigan Wendy, let's go. You, me, and...uh...I guess chubby. S-Wow Tittybang Wait what are we even doing here? Gregory Langsdale /God/, fine. *Throws his hands up at the double-onslaught from Raven and Red*. Head back down to the archives then if you're keen on limiting the participants. I'll head upstairs. S-Wow Tittybang Did we walk here after a party or something? S-Wow Tittybang Cuz this is a shitty party room Stan Marsh *the boy's already back at the elevator, waiting annoyed for Gregory due to the height of the open elevator hatch* S-Wow Tittybang Wait what' sgoing on? Red Kerrigan *walks out into the hall, whether Wendy and Eric are following or not* Gregory Langsdale *Parkours the fuck right up through it, leaving Stan behind* S-Wow Tittybang Any a you guys heading where there's more drinks? S-Wow Tittybang Cuz if not I may just wanna go pahty with the guards S-Wow Tittybang they know how to have fun Kenny McCormick *snaps his fingers in S-Wow's face just in case* You take something, dude? Stan Marsh *pinches nose before looking up after Gregory* Christophe DeLorn *hears something below and glances down* 'Urry up, princesse! Kenny McCormick Coke? Eric Cartman **Pissed off that Red thinks she can order him around** You made YOU in charge? This was my plan to begin with, I'm heading off with them! On my way back down I'll see how much you guys have gathered and I'll help bring stuff out. **Follows Gregory to the Elevator, and then realizes he has no way up** God damn it! Red Kerrigan *stares at the elevator line* .......well I did steal some gloves, but they're going to tear right through on that line.. Gregory Langsdale *Shoots Raven a 'come at me bro' sort of look, standing up on the edge of the elevator roof* Yes? Are you all done with your constant bickering, or are we still splitting up? Christophe DeLorn Gregory, get your damn ass up 'ere. Wendy Testaburger No, I'm following you, Gregory. *follows into elevator* Gregory Langsdale *Frowns* I'm not entirely sure if everyone can climb this. S-Wow Tittybang *Winces at kenny* I dunno, kinda losteverything since when I got my nails did earlier today Stan Marsh *despite himself, grins somewhat, still looking annoyed.* Yea, yea. Give me a second. *attempts on doing the same move Gregory did all expert, but apparently needs some serious practice. He only just gets the ledge of the open hatch, arming on forcing himself up as well.* S-Wow Tittybang Don't think I took anything Christophe DeLorn Well, zat's zeir damn fucking problem. Get up 'ere and 'elp me and zen we can get zem up. Eric Cartman **Glances up at Gregory, holding Wendy back** Splitting up is fine! Just don't hog the fucking portal to yourself! Or throw something down if you find a rope! Gregory Langsdale *Sighs and bends down to haul Stan the rest of the way up* Christophe DeLorn *Growls down at him* Don't fucking 'elp zat bitch, come ze fuck on. Red Kerrigan *slips on a pair of leather gloves, admiring them a moment before she follows Stan up, slipping a few times before she reaches the top and gets out* Fuck I'm out of shape... Kenny McCormick *shrugs* Welp we're all going up to the forth floor or shit dude fuck if I know you need to go lay down or whatever if you're having baby blackouts? Stan Marsh *this was honestly a good thing for his scrabling. He glances up, still on annoyed, but ends up at least on top of the thing.* ....Anyone else coming up? McCormick? *he doesn't entirely look at Gregory at this point >:|* Wendy Testaburger *turns to Cartman, who was holding her back. She smiles at him* You sure you can do this? S-Wow Tittybang Baby blackouts is a thing?That happens when you're pregnant?! *suddenly looks actually scared* Wendy Testaburger *calls up to Red* Throw me your gloves! Christophe DeLorn *gets impatient, flips Gregory off, and rams his way out of the elevator doors, letting them close behind him. Holds his shovel at the ready once he's out* Kenny McCormick Uhh... *shrugs again, a little helplessly* Gregory Langsdale We can attempt to send the elevator down to anyone who can't climb. *Begins to haul himself upward* Stan Marsh Honestly, we shouldn't have more than a handful of people doing this. Not that I'm exactly enlightened on what we're going to find up there. *kind of nods, for his part, grudgingly on Gregory's point.* Eric Cartman We still need to grab more documents from the second floor, but I'm really fucking curious to see whats up there. **grabs his bag, wrapping his hands with cloth towels, but then hears Gregory's suggestion** Oh, well THANK you your holy parkourness! Red Kerrigan *takes off her gloves and holds them out* Look up Princess, don't hurt yourself *drops the gloves down the shaft* Gregory Langsdale *Can't spare the hand to flip Cartman off so instead calls a simple 'fuck you' down at him before following Christophe out through the elevator doors, crouching low* S-Wow Tittybang *pats her stomach and looks more scared* fuckshit Eric Cartman **Waiting patiently for the elevator, and hears Red call Wendy 'Princess' for the first time** Wait, what did you call her? Wendy Testaburger *grabs the gloves and puts them on, then proceeds to climb the line. It's tough and tires her out so much that she has difficulty pulling herself up to the top* Red Kerrigan *mutters 'dumbshit Kenny McCormick Either way dude no like, rope climging and shit right just ride the elevator Stan Marsh *sighs and just follows after, making sure his gloves get a firm grip, annoyed. He'd only done something similar to this maybe once and it had been a blur. He does glance at Red as he makes to hoist himself up the line* Get that nickname from me, Red? Red Kerrigan at eric's comment and follows Gregory and Christophe* Gregory Langsdale *Edges out behind Christophe and hits the button to send the elevator up to floor 4 once everyone is up* Eric Cartman You didn't call her dumbshit, you called her- **sees the elevator start to move and promptly gets inside** Red Kerrigan What? No. Did you coin the term Princess, Goth Queen? Don't think so. *grumbles under her breath at Stan* Christophe DeLorn *reaches back to smack Red* Shut ze fuck up. No talking. *starts to creep forward* Stan Marsh *It takes Raven longer, but manages above Red by a good bit. Focusing more on climbing than talking. He eventually gets behind Gregory and Mole, waiting patiently for the elevator to arrive.* Wendy Testaburger *pulls the gloves off and hands them to Red* Uh. Thanks. *saw the smack* HEY! No one can do that but me. *glares* Stan Marsh ....What. Christophe DeLorn *is ignoring them. If they get shot it's not his fucking fault* *THE FUCKIN FOURTH FLOOR: This place looks like a storage facility. Huge amounts of equipment, cables, and TVs are in various corners and rooms, often connected to transmitters. There is an entire wall of TVs to the left that are transmitting various angles of the dorm rooms. Red Kerrigan What the fuck! Don't smack a girl, you ass! *grabs gloves from Wendy and smacks Christophe in the face lightly* Fuck. Eric Cartman **Waits patiently to get to the fourth floor** You guys all copied Christophe, seriously. Its only funny when he says it. Kenny McCormick *was totally on the elevator* *To the right is a room labeled in chicken scratch that is not locked. To the left is another chicken scratch room that is also not locked. To the back is what appears to be a break room.* Christophe DeLorn *whips around and punches Red in the nose reflexively, not bothering to pull his punch.* Fuck, sorry. Godfucking damnit. *looks super guilty and is about to have a fucking panic attack* Stan Marsh Well... S-Wow Tittybang *also totally on the elevator Stan Marsh not exactly what I expect-*kind of turns at Christophe's punch to see drama* Gregory Langsdale *Blinks in shock* Hey. *Goes to stand between both Red and Christophe, getting a good grip on Christophe's wrist* Eric Cartman **bursts out laughing as he steps out of the elevator** Jesus Christ, I wish Kyle was here. Then this would be a fucking party. Christophe DeLorn *stares at Gregory* Zis is bullshit, I can't do zis, I 'ave to get out before zese FUCKING IDIOTS GET US KILLED. *shoves Gregory away and stalks off to a corner, looking for a way out* *To the right is a room labeled in chicken scratch that is not locked. To the left is another chicken scratch room that is also not locked. To the back is what appears to be a break room. No other rooms are around* Stan Marsh Jesus christ. Stan Marsh Mole, stop acting like you're two and get the fuck over it. Christophe DeLorn *can't hear you lalala goes through one of the doors and slams it behind him* Gregory Langsdale /Hey./ *Stalks after him, turning around halfway there* God damnit - look around for anything useful or something resembling 'Upstairs' - I'll be back. Stan Marsh *looks incredibly irritated* No, Churchill Stan Marsh They fucking need you here. Gregory Langsdale You can handle yourselves for two damn minutes; just make sure they don't do anything idiotic. *Heads straight through the same door as well* Red Kerrigan Omphf! *stumbles back, grabbing the gloves and putting it near her nose to catch blood* Fucking... Kenny McCormick *looks around with lifted eyebrows* Welp. *glances at Red* You ok? Stan Marsh I knew he shouldn't've come but no of course it's a fantastic idea to bring a fucking-*bites off, turning on his heal to survey the room again.* Wendy Testaburger *Jumps, catching Red as she stumbles backwards. She then steps back, putting her hand behind her back* Shit. Sorry. Red Kerrigan Yeah, it's okay, I just get punched in the nose every day it's no big deal, *glares at Kenny as she dabs blood on the gloves, making an 'ugh' noise* Red Kerrigan *wrenches away from Wendy* Keep your hands to yourself Princess... Eric Cartman **After laughing at Red's knockout, he glances around at all the TVs and his mouth hangs open in shock** Woah... what the fuck is this place even?? Kenny McCormick Man some people do, who fucking knows, right? *looking around without touching anything* Wendy Testaburger *scoffs* It's not my fucking fault. A thank you would suffice. Stan Marsh No idea. *voice still biting, but taking in the televisions.* Red Kerrigan I'll send a gift of my first newborn to royalty okay, *rolls eyes as she looks around, finally paying attention to something other than her nose* Stan Marsh There has to be a reason this place is out of bounds. *A box of snacks covered in chickenscratch: *Totally sitting on a table along with a mug that reads #1 Actor in English* *{SUDDENLY} A back door opens and out steps RICKY RICARDO, who stops suddenly and stares at them. "What??!??"* Eric Cartman **Approaches the wall of TVs, seeing Kyle still working on something in his room** There he is... what the fuck is he even doing? Why did he miss this? S-Wow Tittybang RICKY S-Wow Tittybang BABY Eric Cartman **Whips his head around to see Ricky, the REAL ricky** What the... S-Wow Tittybang COME GET A SMOOCH Ricky Ricardo What are you guys doing up here you can't be here you're going to get in trouble!!!!!" Red Kerrigan Huh? *Looks at Ricky, frowning* Ricky Ricardo You're going to get ME in trouble!! Stan Marsh *Raven's eyes narrow.* Alright. Wendy Testaburger *looks around in fright for something to attack with. She decides to bring back the pressure point attack, and leaps forward to get the one in his neck* Stan Marsh How about you tell us what we want to know and we won't tell. Stan Marsh What the fuck S-Wow Tittybang How about you get in trouble and trouble is my vagina! Ricky Ricardo *waves his hands around trying to wave them all back towards the elevator* You have to leave!! Ricky Ricardo ........And then after that kind of trouble sounds pretty fun Eric Cartman **Whips out the broken camera** Yeah! And You're on camera fucker, so everyone will see how incompetent you REALLY are! **circles around to the Chicken Scatch door** Ricky Ricardo BUT FOR NOW YOU HAVE TO GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS Ricky Ricardo Upstairs is going to go crazy! Stan Marsh Why's that exactly. Afraid of losing your job? Stan Marsh *frowns, glancing off at Cartman, but still remaining in place* S-Wow Tittybang *once more opens shirt* You sure you wanna put it off? S-Wow Tittybang Pretty sure they're even bigger than last time Eric Cartman **While everyone's freaking out, he places the camera on a nearby box, but the thing throws off the balance and the box empties out onto the floor** Oops Christophe DeLorn *stalks back into the main room, and spots Ricky. Dashes over and grabs him around the throat, slamming him up againt a wall. Violence is always the best answer* Gregory Langsdale *Trails out of the right room behind Christophe in time to get an eyeful of S-Wow's boob's again* /Ugh./ Ricky Ricardo *yelps* OW Christophe DeLorn *squeezes his neck until he starts to turn purple* What's up 'ere. Tell me. Stan Marsh Thank you Churchill for bringing DeLorn back this is exactly what we needed. Red Kerrigan *Stares at Swow's boobs, studying them* Wendy Testaburger *facepalms again at cartman* Stan Marsh Really, well done. Ricky Ricardo *can't say anything because Christophe's choking him* Christophe DeLorn *rolls his eyes at the fucking weakass and relaxes his grip enough to let air flow to his vocal folds* Gregory Langsdale Raven, shut the fuck up. *Stalks over to Christophe again before grabbing at his shoulder* Don't kill him, idiot. Particularly not if you want any goddamn information out of him. Wendy Testaburger *gives Red a weird look* Huh. Didn't think you swung that way. *smirks* Christophe DeLorn *shoves Gregory away, still glaring at the guard* Kenny McCormick Ricky: *takes a few deep gaspy breaths, eyes watering* Owwwwwww Red Kerrigan *blinks* ....wai-no, I'm not that way, they're just...they're there. How can you not look at them? Gregory Langsdale *Stumbles backward into what looks like a box of DVD players* Kenny McCormick Dude right her tits are pretty rocking. *elbows Red knowingly* Christophe DeLorn *hisses into his face* Stop being a fucking bitch and tell me what is up 'ere. What's in zat room? *nods head towards the door he just came out of* Wendy Testaburger Watch me. *turns away then looks at Christophe with horror* What are you doing! Stop that! Stan Marsh *pinches his nose* Red Kerrigan Like five things just went on and all I saw was jiggle, I'm trying to figure out if her boobs have broke the space time continuum. S-Wow Tittybang If we're gonna choke-em, at least do it in a way that'll get him on our side *grabs ricky and shoves his face in her boobs* Ricky Ricardo *muffled* MFFFHFMFM MFMFMFH MMMFMFM Eric Cartman **Gathers some of the things that fell out of the box, but looks behind him at that room again, and decides to duck in while Christophe had a hold of Ricky** Red Kerrigan *Turns to look at the struggle, blinking again* ....... Red Kerrigan *sees cartman go into the room* ...hey, wait. *follows him in* Ricky Ricardo *flails around helplessly, face still buried* Gregory Langsdale *Clears his throat before trying to pull Christophe away again* This isn't constructive. Christophe DeLorn *stares flatly at Swow, then gives the fuck up and walks back to the elevator. There's nothing fucking useful up here. Then he spots what's on the tvs and stares at them in disgust* Stan Marsh *Raven doesn't move just yet, still watching the idiocy of this scene* Stan Marsh Are we done here Mole, or are there a few other guards you'd like to sick? Ricky Ricardo *accidentally slaps S-Wow in the face in his flailing* Wendy Testaburger *taps her foot impatiently* I don't think he's going to talk. Knock him out. S-Wow Tittybang HEY *grabs his head and rams it into the wall* Christophe DeLorn *slams the handle of his shovel across Raven's stomach, knocking the wind out of him, then goes back to frowning at the tvs* Do you think zey 'ave ze footage of zis anywhere? Gregory Langsdale Inside of the right hand room: Several platforms that look similar to the ones the B-Room, surrounded by handbars. There is a large amount of equipment everywhere and a big green button next to each platform. On the walls is a large plaque that reads UPSTAIRS with more chickenscratch and several motivational posters* Ricky Ricardo *K.O.* Gregory Langsdale Off in the corner of the room is a wardrobe rack with several guard outfits and undistinguishable fleshy lumps between them. Kenny McCormick *trails behind Cartman and Red, hands in pockets* Sup here? Red Kerrigan ....hey ....Eric. Why don't you step on one of those platforms and I push the button so we figure out what they do? Wendy Testaburger *walks into the right hand room just in time to hear Red* NO! Don't do that! Eric Cartman **Examines one of the platforms, and sees the green buttons.** Yeah, like I'M about to risk MYSELF. **places one of his clothes on the platform and presses the green button** Kenny McCormick Good job dude how're you gonna know what happened to them Red Kerrigan I was joking, god. *watches* Gregory Langsdale Cartman's clothes: *Disapears* Wendy Testaburger This... THIS could be the portal! Red Kerrigan Here, let's do this the right way. someone give me your phone. Eric Cartman **Blinks at the disappearance of the cloth** Fucking... yeah it could be! Red Kerrigan We'll put a phone on there, dial one of our numbers, let it ring and push the button. We can hear what happens to it. Wendy Testaburger *she can't help but jump up and down in happiness* Kenny McCormick Where'd they go though? Wendy Testaburger Good idea! Kenny McCormick Like, you don't wanna send everybody to Nazi-Mermaid-Vampire world Red Kerrigan Well duh. Whose phone am I dialing? *opens her contact list* Stan Marsh *predictibly doubles over, gaze still rather dull and cold. He manages to gain control on himself during the time everyone else is in one of the rooms, making instead to head toward the other room, looking still fairly irritated* Eric Cartman **High fives Wendy, bringing her into a hug** Awesome! **but then sheilds his phone** Choose someone else's phone! **looks at the machines around the platforms** I wonder if these things control where it goes? Wendy Testaburger *blushes, wrapping her arms around Cartman* Gregory Langsdale *Watches Christophe and Raven momentarily before sighing and approaching him again* They're mucking about in that room if you're interested. We ought to see what's happening. Kenny McCormick It's a bigass button dude how much control thing does it have Christophe DeLorn *glares after Raven, then follows Gregory into the room with the ruckus* What ze fuck is zis shit? Kenny McCormick More Star Trek shit Stan Marsh *Raven gave the other a nod and a vague wave* Yea, give me a second. S-Wow Tittybang There a button that'll send me to a world where I'm the most famouse person alive? S-Wow Tittybang I'd fucking kill my counterpart on that world for that role Eric Cartman Well if these are the portals, there HAS to be a way to direct where they transport to! **Starts searching the room** It HAS to be around here som- WOAH. **Sees the big fleshy things for the first time** Wendy Testaburger *reluctantly pulls out here phone and hands it to Red, wincing* Here. Wendy Testaburger **her Red Kerrigan *dials up the number and puts it on a platform, then puts Wendy's phone up to her ear and hits the button* Stan Marsh *Raven eventually pulls open the opposite door, glancing at Rickie from where the other still lay unconscious, before examing the inside of the "new" room* Eric Cartman **Pokes at the fleshy thing** What... are these things? Jesus Christ, are they people? **Eyes the platform, and smirks** Fuck! Lets transport one of these things! Fleshy thing *Is a person suit! Put me on!* Red Kerrigan Huh, that's weird. *listens for a moment, waving Wendy over* It's like...it sounds like murmuring. Kenny McCormick *looks over* Dude if they're not gonna talk to you they're just like sending your fucking shit *actually looks at the thing, making a face* The fuck is that? Red Kerrigan Okay, someone push the button, I'll go through the green thing. *steps on the platform* Red Kerrigan *hands Wendy her phone back by shoving it at her before she gets on* Wendy Testaburger *rushes over to Red, leaning towards her to listen* Huh. That's the weirdest thing. Eric Cartman **Turns the fleshy thing around, and it looks like a person outfit! Freaks out and jumps back.** Holy shit! They skinned someone! Christophe DeLorn *stares at Red* You are not. Wendy Testaburger Wait, what! What are you doing! Kenny McCormick *reaches out but doesn't actually touch Red* Dude, that's crazy dangerous *Raven's room: There's a sign labeled COSTUMES with more chicken scratch. This room is stuffed full of guard uniforms, various props, and also lots of crazy food.* Red Kerrigan Push the fucking button, someone! Wendy Testaburger *runs to the platform and grabs Red's arm* You're being crazy! You don't know it works! Christophe DeLorn No. *grabs her and drags her off of the platform.* Not til we know where it goes. Eric Cartman **Snickers** Hey Ken, I dare you to put this thing on. **Hands him the person suit** Stan Marsh What the fuck...*Raven enters the room, pushing through a few costumes, kind of getting a feel for what the hell's inside it* Kenny McCormick *shoves it back at him* Dude skin suits aren't funny fucking serial killers are assholes man Red Kerrigan Hands off! Damnit, just push the goddamn button, I don't get why you guys are so goddamn cautious! Gregory Langsdale Cartman. *Stares flatly at him* Does that camera of yours actually work? S-Wow Tittybang Maybe they're fake? Kenny McCormick *looks over at hte platforms* Dudes you want me to go? Since it's like, uh, less risky and shit. Another frakkin skin suit *Falls onto Raven. This one looks like Beyonce* Eric Cartman **Puts the Skin Suit back** I have no idea! **Takes it out of the bag again, hands it to Gregory** Kyle should really be here, he'd get this thing to work. Stan Marsh *Sort of stumbles back on fucking skin suits jesus* Christophe DeLorn *blinks at Kenny* Oui, if zat's ze only option. Zat is ze least risky. But what if you do not end up back 'ere? Christophe DeLorn Like what if it is to anozzer universe or some shit and you cannot get back? Kenny McCormick Then you know where it went *grins* Stan Marsh *holds it out after a second, appearing somewhat confused* Wendy Testaburger Kenny, do you have your phone? Red Kerrigan My phone's already on the other side. Gregory Langsdale *Frowns* Even if it doesn't send you to another world, how on earth would you get back? Red Kerrigan Look Wendy Testaburger I can't believe we're actually discussing this... we are not sending somewhere to god knows where! Kenny McCormick *jogs over and hops up on a platform, folding his hands behind his head* Yup. I'll call if I don't die hahahah Red Kerrigan Push the button again when no one or anything is on it. S-Wow Tittybang Why would ya wanna get back? Red Kerrigan See if it gets my phone back. Eric Cartman **Listens to the commotion by the Platform** So wait, Kenny's going now? **Scofffs** But what if this is just the portal to some babeland? Kenny would NEVER come back then! Christophe DeLorn Shut up, Cartman. Christophe DeLorn *glances nervously at Kenny.* if you are going, zen good luck, but zis is crazy fucking shit. Why do we not just send a video phone and at least see what is above on the ozzer side? Kenny McCormick *rolls eyes* If the phones work I'll let you know, if I die I'll see you guys later, no big deal Red Kerrigan Skype? Red Kerrigan Ugh... Wendy Testaburger Good luck, Ken... Kenny McCormick *winks at Red before leaning way over and pushing the button, disappearing* Wendy Testaburger If this is what you're set on doing. Red Kerrigan *flips him off as he disappears* Dick. Christophe DeLorn *stares at the spot where he disappered, and goes to cling to Gregory* Zis is fucked up shit. Red Kerrigan Bring back my goddamn phone! Eric Cartman **Rushes over to Kenny** No big deal? Do you even realize what this means- **And then Kenny is gone... leaving Cartman BFFless. He lowers his hand, looking a tad forelorn** Gregory Langsdale *Frowns and subtly tries to grab onto Christophe's hand* Red Kerrigan Now that we've all mourned for him can we try pushing another button in the room? Maybe one is recall. Stan Marsh *Raven eventually is spent on examing these goddamn costumes, shoving the skin one away and heading, grudging, back to the other room. He enters with a frown, looking the group over* Kenny McCormick *reappears, looking none the worse for wear, with Red's phone in hand* There's totally a reverse button on this shit. Wendy Testaburger *Holds Cartman's hand, feeling very on edge about this whole disappearing act* Red Kerrigan *Holds out her hand* Eric Cartman **Just stares at the platform, debating if he just wants to fuck all and jump in too** Fuck. Yeah I guess. **Turns around, examining the body suits again** What do you think they use these for? Stan Marsh What the fuck just happened. Kenny McCormick *hands her the phone and hops off the platform, shrugging* So we all going on them or what? Red Kerrigan Probably to teleport around the place easily or something. *grabs her phone and then looks around* Eric Cartman **Then hears Kenny, and blinks a couple times in shock** Holy... **runs to him and grabs onto him** Fuck yeah we're going! Christophe DeLorn *sighs in relief, and then goes to stand on one as well.* Ouai. Let's go zen, and see what zis shit is about. Stan Marsh What. Stan Marsh Hold on what, we're all transporting now. Wendy Testaburger .... *slowly walks up to the platform, still gripping onto Cartman's hand* Kenny McCormick Fuck yeah it's a goddamn transport party, all the kids are doing it Eric Cartman **Stands on his own platform** GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, RAVEN. **tugs on Wendy's hand a bit, giving her a reassuring smile before pressing the Green button** Christophe DeLorn *ignores Raven and beckons Gregory over* Stan Marsh Ugh. Stan Marsh *pinches nose.* McCormick, any insights onto the other side? Wendy Testaburger *closes her eyes and squeezes his hand as both her and Cartman disappear* Gregory Langsdale *Tentatively steps onto a platform with Christophe* Kenny McCormick Bigass metal room. Was mostly looking for another green button, dude, not gonna lie. Christophe DeLorn *holds Gregory tightly before reaching out and prodding the button with his shovel* Stan Marsh *Raven stands there, alone at this point, looking after them. He sighs, moving back out of the room just like that and pulling his phone out, eyes veering off toward Ricky's unconscious body* Kenny McCormick *hops back up onto a platform and looks all tearfully heroic and shit too for the fuck of it* Stan you gonna come up here and cuddle like everybody else? Red Kerrigan *walks over to the last machine and slams her hand on the green button, not bothering to ask anyone to come with her* S-Wow Tittybang If you make it back I'll give ya a heroes blowjob Kenny McCormick Man I'm holding you to that so fucking hard *taps the button* Stan Marsh *Raven, still appearing irritated, eventually heads to the elevator, sending a final text before hitting the button of the elevator whether Evan was ready or not* Evan Issac *Evan was ready. He really had no idea what was going on, but he was too apathetic to be afraid. With Raven's assistance, he steps into the elevator and joins the herd of conformist sheep* The fuck? *it really DOES seem like a big conspiracy or whatever. He steps towards Raven and the others* Stan Marsh *The room is filled on junk, tvs, what appears to be a break room ahead and an unconscious Rickie lying on the floor. Raven stands there, dull eyed, giving a slight smirk.* Guess we're going with idiotic plans. Should cure your boredom. *And gives a slight wave, heading back to the transporting room.* Evan Issac *steps towards where Raven is*** Stan Marsh *There's no one else in the room and Raven sighs, looking across the platform. He gets on the one Gregory just left from, looking over to Evan as if patiently waiting for the other to join him.* Evan Issac *follows after Raven, not really knowing what to make of everything in the room* I never thought you'd get deep into any of this kind of noise. Are you sympathizing with conformists or something lame? Stan Marsh Yea. Hurry up, I'll explain later. Stan Marsh If they haven't been killed yet already. Stan Marsh *He presses the button as soon as Evan's on the platform with him* Evan Issac Doesn't matter if they're dead. *sticks close to Raven* *Everyone reappears in an excessively enormous room with no windows. The walls appear to be steel-structured and made of metal. They're standing on a similar platform setup and more chickenscratch signs are on the walls, most containing big cartoon smiley faces, all with arrows pointed toward the large, knobless door to their left Next to the door is a cubby area with a bunch of purses, mugs, and bags shoved in them* Christophe DeLorn *stares around, then grabs Gregory's hand in his right and his shovel in his left, and starts towards the door* Wendy Testaburger *visibly starts to shake, very creeped out at the crude smile drawings on the walls* Stan Marsh *eyes narrow, looking a little taken aback that he arrived at the same time apparently as everyone else* Red Kerrigan *stares at the walls for a minute, then walks over to the cubby area and starts ruffling through the purses* Stan Marsh Oh by the way Issac's here. *dully as if it's just a state of fact to Gregory as Christophe drags him off* *The purses are totally sweet! Some contain IDs and cash tokens* Eric Cartman **Still connected to Wendy's hand, seemingly unaffected by his surroundings** Huh, I swear I've been inside a place like this before... Gregory Langsdale What. Since when? *Frowns and grips Christophe's hand as well before turning his attention toward the door* Red Kerrigan *starts pocketing the cash tokens in her small messenger bag, and the IDs* Kenny McCormick *looks around at the smiley faces* Man, please say we're not all gonna get murdered by clowns or shit dude been there done that shit Stan Marsh Since fuck if I know. Gregory Langsdale Where the hell is this anyhow? Underground? Evan Issac Since now, Churchill. *definitely is not bored anymore. He doesn't touch anything, eyes taking in the strange sights* Who knows. Wendy Testaburger *squeaks out* Clowns?! Stan Marsh *Raven surveys the room, looking for any other inconsistancies* Christophe DeLorn *snaps* Zere's no damn clowns. Everyone calm ze fuck down and stay alert. Get out weapons if you 'ave zem. Red Kerrigan *rolls her eyes at Wendy, and shoves the purse back in the cubby and goes for another* Eric Cartman **Shushes Wendy** Calm the fuck down! There's no clowns here. **Goes over to one of the purses and starts rummaging through it.** Who do these belong to? Red Kerrigan Don't know. They have IDs in them. Stan Marsh Mysterious. *sort of sarcastically to Evan, but does for his part start toward the only available door* Stan Marsh see any kind of way to open that thing? Stan Marsh beyond your brute complete force, Mole. Eric Cartman **Takes one of the IDs and looks at it** Who though? Christophe DeLorn Nope. *kicks it as hard as he can* Stan Marsh Oh so surprising. Stan Marsh That's really going to work out great. Red Kerrigan Maybe it's in one of these bags. Red Kerrigan If you all would shut up and help search... Red Kerrigan *Looks at Eric with a semi-grateful look, but then goes back to pawing through bags* Stan Marsh I meant an actual card swiper, Red. *examines the door* Eric Cartman **gets into one of the outfits he put in his bag, also puts on one of the purses** How do I look? Stan Marsh *glances back at Cartman with a slight grin* Fabulous, fatass. Wendy Testaburger *searches through the belongings, pocketing a couple of ID's and a few coins. Looks to Cartman* What. Is that your idea of a disguise? Eric Cartman **Glares** I wasn't asking you. **takes out a tube of lipstick and applies it generously** Kenny McCormick *laughs* Nice, dude, real nice. Evan Issac *also looks at Cartman* Drop dead sexy. *sardonic tone. He rolls his eyes, not doing anything but watching all of them* Stan Marsh *still looking slightly amused* Red Kerrigan Well sunshine, *looks at Raven* Obviously if the IDs are here there's no ID swipper. Stan Marsh What. Eric Cartman **Strutts over to the door, looking like he totally belongs there** There has to be some kind of password or something, how else would you get through this door? Red Kerrigan Maybe it's voice activated. If it's voice activated we're fucked. Stan Marsh Could drag that other guard here. Stan Marsh There is a return button. Wendy Testaburger We could try the chips again? Kenny McCormick Anybody try like, asking it to open? Red Kerrigan Like saying, Hey door, open? Red Kerrigan That's like the most retarded passcode I've ever heard... Eric Cartman **sighs, and puts his hands on his hips** OPEN THE FUCK UP! Evan Issac *glances at Wendy* Maybe you could flash your little tits to the door. Kenny McCormick Yeah like uhh that movie with the hobbits *There's a panel by the door, as well as a large platform full of buttons and equipment off to the side* Stan Marsh *pinches his nose* Stan Marsh It looks like it needs a password. *The door opens abruptly for no reason. Standing on the other side is A GIANT FUCKING HORRIBLE MONSTER* Stan Marsh *looks up, startled.* Kenny McCormick Hahahah was the password password? Kenny McCormick SHIT Red Kerrigan What the fuck?! Christophe DeLorn FUCK! *Slams the spade of his shovel into the neck* Eric Cartman **Nodds approvingly** Awesome! I guess I'll jus- **Stops in his tracks and screams on top of his lungs, barrreling past everyone on the way to the portals** Monster *Is ten feet tall, drooling slime everywhere and wearing a bow tie* Christophe DeLorn FUCKING FUCK! Red Kerrigan *backs up towards the platform* Stan Marsh *frowns somewhat on confused, but looking incredibly intrigued* Kenny McCormick *gets knocked down by Cartman's fat ass* Stan Marsh *knife in hand* Wendy Testaburger YOU SAID NO CLOWNS! I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! *runs to the corner of the room* Monster Rampha rapporabb. *Staggers after being hit* Eric Cartman WEEEEHEHEHHHEHHHH! WE'RE GONNA DIE! **Hides behind Wendy and just cowers like a baby** Christophe DeLorn *lets out a crazyass yell and jumps on it, shovel bashing* Stan Marsh Mole, seriously. Monster *Rearranges its bowtie and tries to punch Christophe, staggering around and plowing into Stan and Wendy* Wendy Testaburger CARTMAN, I BLAME YOU! Stan Marsh Are we even sure it's dangerous - jesus fuck. Stan Marsh *jumps out of the way, stumbling, looking after it.* Evan Issac *stares, emotion actually appearing on his usual stoic face. Evan is definitely surprised to see the bizarre monster* Wendy Testaburger *screams, falling against Raven* Kenny McCormick *picks himself back up and frowns* Guys everybody chill for a second-- Red Kerrigan *backs up to a wall, staring at it wide-eyed* Eric Cartman NO FUCK YOU IT's NOT MY FAULT! **Rummages around in his bag, finding a stick and then getting an idea** Stan Marsh *pushes Wendy away* Christophe DeLorn *hitting it as much as possible bam bam bam* *A second fucking monster appears, this one with eyeliner on its fifteen different eyes* PRYOOMPPP MMU. *Lets out an ear-piercing scream before pointing at Evan* Eric Cartman **Takes the stick and nervously approaches the Monster** BAD... THAT'S A BAD MONSTER! Wendy Testaburger *falls into the wall, hitting her head. She slumps to the floor* Sassy monster *Picks up her purse and starts smacking Evan* Kenny McCormick *actually slaps his forehead* Dude--- *turns at second monster* Uhh Christophe-- Red Kerrigan *runs over to Wendy, checking her head and then lifting her up a bit* Wendy, are you okay! Christophe DeLorn DIE, BEETCHES!!!!!! *wham wham wham shovel time* Eric Cartman God damn it, it worked on my cousin and the fucking snake! **Throws the stick aside, wondering if he could do ~something else~** Monster *Collapses to the ground under the shovel assault* Wendy Testaburger Wha... *her eyes are half lidded, and looks dizzy* Stan Marsh *Raven looks annoyed, peering into the actual room they came from* Christophe DeLorn *leaps over the fucking body and starts to wham the second one* FUCK YOU FUCKING FUCK FUCKING DIE YOU FUCKING BITCH!!! Red Kerrigan *Red reaches in her bag and pulls out a cloth, shoving it into a bottle she opened and then lights it and chucks it at the purse monster* Stan Marsh This is such bullshit, jesus christ. Evan Issac *winces as he's suddenly hit by the second monster that seemingly appeared out of nowhere* Fucking hell... *shoves the thing as hard as he can, taking a few steps back* Eric Cartman **Approachs the second monster, sauntering up to it and soothing** Hey~ what's going onnn? How about we ditch this crazy scene and uh... go back to your place? I'm digging the... **reaches out** Slime? Kenny McCormick *backs up towards the girls for lack of anything better to do* Red you wanna bail with her or, like... *eyes all this monster-shit warily* Gregory Langsdale Fuck - how the hell do we close the door? *Starts trying to muck around with the panels again* Wendy Testaburger Nuh... gotta fight... *waves her arms around limply* *Hands on hips* raamrpaoop RAAAW. Stan Marsh Churchill, have they even tried to attack us yet. *snaps* Stan Marsh *but for his part stays clear of door, still trying to get a good look inside the room* Gregory Langsdale Yes, what a fantastic idea - let's wait for more to come in and find out. *Rolls his eyes at Raven* Red Kerrigan *turns to Wendy and slaps her cheek a few times* Wendy? Stay there. I'll hit it if it comes here, okay...* looks worried Sassy monster *Starts snapping her fingers Z-style at Cartman before hitting him with her purse and pointing toward the transporter* Eric Cartman **Just as he reaches out to the gooey monster again, he feels a PAINFUL STING coming from his back and then all of a sudden...** RWRRWRWRRRRRCHOOOOM. **THE HUGE SATELLITE PROTRUDES FROM HIS BUTT** Stan Marsh Whatever. It's there are backward. *readying his knife and just pushing in through into the room.* Gregory Langsdale ....What. Wendy Testaburger *blinks lazily up at Red and nods, curling up* Stan Marsh *looks back in time for satellite, staring blankly* Christophe DeLorn *manages to come out of his haze of bloodrage and stares at Cartman* Gregory Langsdale Wow. Stan Marsh This....what. Eric Cartman **blinks once, and then again. Not believing what just happened** Uh... excuse me? Sassy monster *Stares as well* Stan Marsh *getting dejavu wtf* Christophe DeLorn *backs slowly off the monster, going to stand behind Gregory& Kenny McCormick Dude Kenny McCormick Why is that up your ass? Evan Issac *takes several steps back from the second slime monster, and he does not know what to make of the huge satelite portruding from Cartman's ass* ...Yeah. Red Kerrigan *stares* ........I've heard of constipation, but... Stan Marsh This....I don't. *numbly shakes his head* Kenny McCormick *snickers despite the situation* Eric Cartman **Looks behind him, not believing that he's seeing this thing again** Man. I haven't seen this in fucking YEARS! **Weirded out, perks his brow** It's still been up there? Christophe DeLorn *is totally freaked out that he fucked that once upon a time* Fucking 'ell. Red Kerrigan Eric, why did your ass just go transformer on us. What the hell. Stan Marsh .....This actually seems. Really familair. *bluntly, weirded out as well* Kenny McCormick *reaches out and touches the metal curiously* Dude what the fucking shitfuck for real Evan Issac Still? You live with a satelite up your fucking ass? *glances at Raven* Wonder why. *sounds sarcastic* Eric Cartman I have no fucking idea! This is SUCH A GREAT TIME for THIS shit to start up again, SERIOUSLY. **Tries to move, but he really can't.** UGH and I can't remember how to get it back in! Wendy Testaburger *sits up cocking her head to the side, mouth agape* Eric Cartman **Flabbergasted at Kennny** DON'T TOUCH IT! Sassy monster *Waltzes up and sticks her finger up Cartman's butt* Kenny McCormick *kicks it a bit* Man can you just like, finish.... pushing it-- Eric Cartman **IT THEN SHOOOTS BACK INSIDE, VIOLENTLY** Kenny McCormick *stares at the monster* Damn Eric Cartman GAHHHHHH! FUCKK! **Eyes protruding from his head in immense pain** Sassy monster *More sassy jibberish* Christophe DeLorn What ze fuck is zis bitch saying? Eric Cartman **Just stares at the Monster, confused as all hell, but also thankful** Uh, call me? Kenny McCormick Does anybody speak monster? Wendy Testaburger *deliriously* Someone punch it in the tit! That hurts like a bitch! Kenny McCormick Or, like, this monster cuz that's not American Monster or whatever the shit Eric Cartman **Goes for the paper, and then gets up weakly and hands it to her** Whats that? Eric Cartman **points to the first word** Stan Marsh ....Cartman, what the hell. Red Kerrigan Don't question the guy with a satellite up his ass. Obviously you already know he's mad. S-Wow Tittybang *TRANSPORTS THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WHY NOT* S-Wow Tittybang Why's fatboy getting buttfucked by a robot hand? Sassy monster *Grabs Cartman's paper and studies it for a moment, blinking half her eyes and the nthe other* RAPOORN AUSPOOEMMM OOOOM. *Starts singing an annoying song in Monster* Red Kerrigan *sits down next to Wendy, pulling her arm around the other's shoulder protectively* Calm down, you had a hard hit there... Kenny McCormick *flinches* Good job Eric, christ Christophe DeLorn What. What ze fuck. *is getting super creeped out. Does not know how to deal with fucking monsters wtf* Stan Marsh Yea. Fuck this. *goes into the fucking room because screw this shit* Gregory Langsdale *Tightens his grip on Christophe and side-steps in front of him* Wendy Testaburger *drops her head to Red's shoulder* What... Red, what the hell is going on? Is it a clown? FUCK CLOWNS. Sassy monster *Finishes singing before spotting S-Wow and waving* Eric Cartman **Studies the Monster's song, listening carefully** Kenny McCormick *shrugs and walks up to the monster* Soooo, uh, Pretty Lady? How's. Your weekend going? S-Wow Tittybang Oh don't fuck a clown you'll be pulling shit outa your legs for weeks S-Wow Tittybang they think everythings a clown car S-Wow Tittybang *looks up and down at the monster* bitch are you for real? Wendy Testaburger *looks up horrified at Swow* S-Wow Tittybang You think you're pulling that look off Sassy monster Wooom woooooo. *Sassy handflip at Kenny before giving S-Wow the hand and adjusting all her boobs* Wendy Testaburger See. Told you to punch it in the tit. Kenny McCormick S-Wow dude I think she's a fan? S-Wow Tittybang *adjusts her boobs back at her* Wendy Testaburger *looks to Red pouting* No one listens. S-Wow Tittybang Ooh-OH Sassy monster *MORE BOOB ADJUSTING - ALL 16 BOOBS* Evan Issac *already feels a headache coming on, but remains in the room for some reason beyond him as this faggotry unfolds* Yeah, maybe she watches the show. Eric Cartman Yeah yeah yeah, you've obviously seen our show. **Rolls eyes, and then eyes the monster once over** But... how have you seen our show? **Gets confused** Just where are you from? S-Wow Tittybang *adjusts boobs again* Well I'd do anything for a faaan! S-Wow Tittybang You want an autograph sweetie? S-Wow Tittybang Those tits are a little small but they can fit my name Red Kerrigan *pats wendy's hair down comfortingly, putting it back in place* Yeah I know. They're all idiots, just calm down. Sassy monster *Holds up a finger before sliming over to one of the many machines and pushing a button* Eric Cartman **Weirded out** Just what is this thing... and how has it seen our show? Sassy monster *Turns into Theresa from Desperate Housewives* Oh HONEY I thought I was gonna bust a tit when you came up in here! Wendy Testaburger *smiles at her sweetly* Kenny McCormick Man any asshole can get shows on their computer and shit now S-Wow Tittybang Hey, a girls gottta find a fresh place to pahty now and then S-Wow Tittybang Wouldn't want to hang out at the same joints all the time Evan Issac Definitely not a Lovecraftian monster. *finds this Jersey form worse than the previous one* S-Wow Tittybang *unphased* Eric Cartman **DEJAVOU x100** Kenny McCormick *glances at Evan* Nah, dude, those are a hella lot more bitchy if you try and talk to them. Sassy monster Girl I gotta get your autograph. *Pulls a pad of paper out from her clevage* Why you all up here in the dressing room; HQ is gonna flip a nut when they catch you here. Eric Cartman **Grabs a hold of Kenny** Ken, does this ring a bell at all? S-Wow Tittybang HQ can suck my tits, no one tells people from jersey what to do *starts signing monsters tits* S-Wow Tittybang *and then their paper* Wendy Testaburger *perks up at the mention of HQ, she shakily stand up using the wall to balance* We need to leave here. Now. Kenny McCormick What the fucking jersey shit? Yeah dude remember when Kyle wigged out that shit was bananas Red Kerrigan *looks at Wendy* No, why? Wendy, wait. S-Wow Tittybang Boy he's gotta wig out more often, that boys got a jersey beast inside of him he gotta know when to let out Wendy Testaburger If they see us, we're dead. We're sitting ducks! *tries to pull her along* Eric Cartman Ugh I dont know. It's so vague. I can't remember at all. **Rubs head in annoyance** But all of a sudden I just got really really hungry. Evan Issac Judas is horrible enough on his own. Red Kerrigan *follows Wendy, looking back at everyone* You mean abandon the party? Sassy monster No way, sister. *Grabs Wendy and spins her around* You gotta check with the boss first - I'm not gettin' in trouble because I saw you crazies runnin' around and didn't say anything! Red Kerrigan Hey! Bitch, let her go! Red Kerrigan *kicks at the monster* S-Wow Tittybang You may be a guard but you're a fan, and I gotta give ya something *pulls some drugs from between her tits* take these to party down jersey style Eric Cartman **hears the monster say "boss", and cuts in front of Wendy** Yes. Please. Show us the boss. **pushes Red away** And ignore this skank. Sassy monster OW! *Drops Wendy and staggers off* Wendy Testaburger *shrieks* Don't talk to her like that! Christophe DeLorn *is just watching, totally out of his comfort zone* Wendy Testaburger Ooph! Red Kerrigan She grabbed at you! Evan Issac *doesn't know why those conformist bitches are getting so involved nbut stays on the sidelines, continuing to watch* Sassy monster *Hits a big red button on the nearest panel - alarms start ringing* Wendy Testaburger *gets up off the ground, and brushes herself off* Stan Marsh Well. Stan Marsh Looks like we'll have to move foreword now, doesn't it. Stan Marsh Unless you're still afriad of the monsters, Churchill? Stan Marsh *sarcastic, looking Gregory's way* Gregory Langsdale Yes, terribly so. Obviously. *Equally sarcastic. Eric Cartman **So pissed off at Red for fucking this up, but grabs a hold of Wendy's arm and bolts for the door** Christophe DeLorn Shut ze fuck up, Raven. *is about two seconds away from killing the son of a bitch* Stan Marsh *kind of grins despite himself.* Well them, let's get this party on the road. Evan Issac Oh, I can just feel the sexual tension. *commenting on Gregory and Raven's interaction* Yeah. Let's go. Wendy Testaburger *manages to grab Red's hand so she doesn't get left behind* Stan Marsh *ignores Evan and heads into the room finally, knife at the ready. Also ignoring Christophe for his part* Red Kerrigan *follows Wendy, frustrated* Christophe DeLorn *whirls to glare at Evan too* Gregory, can I punch zese bitches in ze face, please. Kenny McCormick Punching after we go, dude *following along S-Wow Tittybang *follows along and re-adjusts tits again. Still the biggest* Evan Issac Calm down, froggers. *patronzing, sacrastic tone towards Christophe as they keep moving forward* Gregory Langsdale Once we get back. *Does not give a single shit at this point* Christophe DeLorn Bon. Eric Cartman **Gets throught the Door with Wendy and Red in toe, trying to find a place to hide for now**

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*scrambles up the side of a tree near Henri's window; trying in vain to kind of keep a bottle under one arm as he does. Eventually, he ends up resting at a branch, hugging the bottle against his chest as he tosses a stone against the dark window in front of him.*

henrietta biggle

*lightly dozing off in her newly enlarged Minaj Mansion bedroom, Henrietta simply grumbled and turned away from her window. Her eyes blinked open and stared at a bare wall; her cheeks are flushed red from being lost in angry thought. The tap on her window goes unnoticed.*

Raven

*Raven sighs, fishing another stone from his pocket. After a second, on a slightly annoyed expression, he tries tossing another at the window again.*

henrietta biggle

*rolls over on her stomach, tossing a pillow over her head as some kind of "fuck you" to the bird making a racket outside of her window.*

Raven

*After waiting a little longer, he ends up crawling on his stomach, dragging himself along a thick branch and struggling to croach, knees bended, upon it. He tosses a final rock a little bit harder this time, leaving a satisfyingly loud "pang" in its wake.*

henrietta biggle

Shut u-! *hastily pushes herself up and just as quickly falls off of her bed in shock* Jesus, Stan, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Thanks. *mumbles to herself. She searches for something to throw and finds her shoe, tossing it at the window.* Get lost.

Raven

Raven. It's Raven. *He says on automatic, albeit ducking slightly at the shoe that's tossed his way.* Yea, alright. Alright--look. I'm sorry. Just. Just. Let me in. *He holds up the bottle slightly in the grasp of fingerless gloves, looking at the other goth.*

henrietta biggle

*stomps over to her window, opening it and leaning out.* Why should I do that?

Raven

*He held up the bottle further, shaking it slightly.* Jack Daniels?

henrietta biggle

Is that your idea of a peace offering? *slips back inside with some hesitation, giving him room to crawl in*

Raven

*He looks somewhat uncomfortable, glancing away as he eventually pulls himself into the window, as if he's done this sort of thing fairly frequently in the past, brushing off one handed.* Y...ea. Sort of.

henrietta biggle

*puts one hand on her hip and scrunches her hair with the other. She really isn't sure how to feel about this situation, and it most likely shows. Her voice still stings bitterly.* Are you tired of playing the generic douchebag role?

Raven

*Raven looks back to her, his expression still fairly unreadable, but in an edge of something a bit more honest.* ....You're right. I have no idea what I'm doing here. You don't know me, any of you. But you're my friends. My family. I'm sorry.

henrietta biggle

*Hen sighs and uses the wall as support.* I should have realized families made horrible accusations against one another. Really, Raven? You implied that I gave Kenny a... blowjob, and I find that completely offensive, especially from a 'friend.' The damage is done, Stan. It's a fucking fait accompli that you can't patch up with Jack Daniels as a band-aid.

Raven

I told you I'm not "Stanley." I have no idea what the fuck you think of him, but he isn't me. *He spoke, firmly, but he did give a slight on a frown, tilting his head slightly.* Don't tell me that actually struck a nerve...?

henrietta biggle

Don't tell me you didn't mean for it to.

Raven

*He shrugs, looking off.* Yea. Fair enough, I guess.

henrietta biggle

Ugh, get your act together. *storms over to the other side of the room, digging in a cabinet for a few glasses* Look, it was stupid of you to go off shouting like an ignoramous. Kyle is nice and easier to talk to than I thought, and Kenny. Well, he's a friend. And this Kenny is a saint compared to the one I knew, because I will have you know, the Kenny McCormick that I knew was more of a pervert than one can possibly imagine. To say that I did anything with him, anything sexual like that, Christ, Raven. You don't get it. *the glasses clink as she carries them over, handing one to Stan* I'm willing to get over it for the fact that, yeah, you didn't know. You don't know a lot of shit.

Raven

*For his part, he does look even more uncomfortable, one might even say quite bad as Hen speaks. He doesn't usually, Hen's always been a special case. No matter the situation, unfortunately. He uncertainly holds out the glass, still glancing away and not meeting her eye, seeming a lot more like that once nine year old from years back than the complacent, cold eyed kid from earlier.* I...well. I...yea. Actually. You're right. *He took another breath,* In my world. Where I'm from, you've always...been there. And...I'm sorry. I just. You know. It's...not...I don't mean, I'm. Justified. Or anything...just. It's difficult. You guys, everyone looking at me...like I'm...well. Someone I'm not. And...McCormick. Who helped stopped Cthulhu and. *He seems even more incredibly unused to not being a blank faced asshole, but actually human, than anything else; appearing really a bit left footed in that level.* But...you're right. I'm sorry. And. I won't be...an asshole again. To you.

henrietta biggle

*takes the whiskey and fills his glass* There. Drink it, you sound like a bumbling fool. *she gives him a stern look, wondering if what Kyle said was right. Henrietta couldn't believe this was the same Stan as the one before, only brainwashed, because his memories and the different personality seem so real and true.* I get it, Raven. Life is pain. It's difficult to cope with. And it's so hard to get used to things here. And maybe that's why talking to others is vital, or, um, something, so that you're not as ignorant. Even though talking to other people is the worst.

Raven

*The relief actually seemed somewhat clear on Raven as he looked at the other, gratefully taking the glass of whiskey and raising it slightly to her before drinking it.* You should've seen Evan. He and Dylan seem pretty close? *He added, more on as if an attempt in a lighter conversation. If Raven was faking it, or brainwashed, he was a damned good actor--glancing on Hen again.* And...yea. Well. Maybe next time I can. *He seems for a second as if really actually struggling, but pushes on, sounding anything but pleased in the notion.*...Join you and...those. People.

henrietta biggle

*Henri raises her own glass* Will you promise not to be as much of a dickwad?

Raven

Hen, I'm pushing this pretty badly already.

henrietta biggle

It might be easier if you smoke with us. *shakes her glass forward a little and takes a sip*

Raven

*Raven remains looking a little uncomfortable, reaching a hand to idly scratch at the back of his neck.* Yea...yea, I mean. *He took another breath, holding his glass out.* Yea, maybe. *On a pause, he looks away again, seeming still somewhat hesitant.* So. So...what can you tell me about this place. I mean, I hear...Kindergoth, she's got some kind of plan to...bring darkness to the world or whatever.

henrietta biggle

It's the most conformist reality television show on the face of the planet, and society is based around a Saddamized Justin Beiber, who acts as the country's leader. Freedom of speech has likely been abolished. What more do you need to know? *searches around for a hidden camera and spots one.* I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. *she smiles at the camera, grinding her teeth*

Raven

*Raven glances up against the camera, eyes narrowing slightly on it, voice dark.* Great. So we're puppets dancing for the corporate need. Whatever....*He looks back to her, gaze more sharp.* If Kindergoth succeeds. It won't matter. Things will be...different. And maybe...I was thinking. In the mean time, maybe we can bring some kind of destruction to these people holding us, this shit hole. *He shoves his hands in his pockets.* If nothing else...we have this, each other. They can't drown that out in this cesspool of a town.

henrietta biggle

Hmmm, I don't know, Ray. *smirks daringly and gulps down the rest of her glass* Another misdemeanor and I can't rule out that it won't drown out by itself.

Raven

*He looks back, eyes lingering on her for a second. Something uncertain seems to soften at his edges, but he doesn't break gaze.*...Yea. Well. *Raven looks away again, tilting his glass slightly on a frown.*

henrietta biggle

*gives him a friendly punch to the shoulder* It's getting late. Are you staying around or leaving? The window was a very, urm, hardcore entry point, I have to say.

Raven

*He actually grins a little, looking over to her and rubbing his shoulder.* Ah--yea. We can always...hang out later. I can go. I was thinking of trying to find some kind of abandoned house or something we could take over, you know? Just. You know. Old times. *He gave somewhat of an uncertain gesture to the bottle of Jack Daniel's.* And...you know. Finishing that off some time maybe I guess.

henrietta biggle

As far as I know, no one has used the underground base in ages, so that could be worth our time. *shrugs and rolls her eyes a little, staring at the bed. Oh, how the pillows beckon and promise comfort for her minor headache.* You're staying in Evan and Dylan's room, aren't you?

Raven

*a slight frown.* A...underground base? Sounds.....interesting. *and on the frown the boy looks over, up to Hen, nodding.* Uh--yea. I'm staying with them. And I guess someone else who shares it. I was going to go exploring a little more tomorrow, I really haven't seen a whole lot of this "new" town just yet. There's bound to be other places untouched by the corporations like Stark's Pond somewhere out there.

henrietta biggle

Good luck with that, hah. That's why Stark's Pond is so nice, the only difference is the fucking wall behind it. Can't even see the horizon. *sort of drones on while she fixes the covers on her bed delicately*

Raven

Yea...like an actual prison. The corporate Bieber head trying to keep us locked up... *He looks away for a second.* But. Yea. I'll leave you alone for now. We should....all meet soon, sometime. You know. *He nods to her, as if on actual appreciation, before climbing back to the window and perching against it.*

henrietta biggle

*almost compares him to Edward Cullen as he tries to get out through the window, but smiles and waves instead* Thanks for apologizing, I guess. I won't spend the rest of the night brooding and, uh, I hope the same is true for you. Goodnight, Raven.

Raven

Raven

*Raven storms in through the Jeremy room door, standing at the foothold of the doorway. He's clothed on a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, fingerless gloves embroded with spikes at the knuckles. Piercings line on his lip and ears, hair matted down--and his expression is dark, livid.*

Dylan North

-Dylan just sort of looks up from his place on the floor, examines the other once, and then snorts- Oh my god, you look like such a poser.

Raven

*Raven doesn't pay attention to Dylan. Or mention the fact he was the one who often helped dress him back in the day. He's looking directly toward Evan, eyes narrowed, fists gripped as if on fury*

Evan Issac

*Evan's piercing blue eyes connect with Raven's green. His pokerface is pretty much in tow, though his eyes look more venemous than usual* Well, look who decided to show his face. Tired of your fairy tale with Judas and the other lemmings?

Raven

*Raven doesn't speak. He takes, instead, a few steps foreword on makeshift black boots; reaching where Evan's perched and in a flash bringing back a fist and socking him straight to the jaw with a surprising amount of force.*

Dylan North

-He freezes, looking up towards Raven- ..... holy.. shit.

Evan Issac

*the blow causes Evan to fall over on the bed, groaning in pain. His head is reeling and his jaw is bleeding profusely thanks to the spikes on Raven's glove* What the fuck was that? *sounds considerably weaker thanks to his agony*

Dylan North

-Dylan carefully climbs over the bed and heads off to the bathroom in order to grab the proper things to stop the bleeding because unlike Evan, he actually cares-

Raven

That was a reality check. *Raven spat on gritted teeth, standing over the other, still on stern and coarse, looking down on the goth with fire in his eyes.* You think this is all fairy tale lies and living pretty in pink, you asshole slut? Or you think this is the endless cycle it's always been with this fucking conformist bullshit. *He grabs the other roughly, suddenly, on the collar and looks at him, bitter, his voice seething.* I know every last fucking thing about you fuckasses, every last thing. You really think that sad loser of a conformist would fake this? Huh?

Evan Issac

*stares back at Raven, his body rather limp in the other's vicious grasp* The latter, naturally. *he is actually bothered enough to make a small effort of retaliation, and he spits in Raven's face* Whoa there, killer. I think you're getting ahead of yourself. *his voice is sardonic despite his own compromising posiiton*

Dylan North

-comes scrambling back, holding several wet paper towels in his rather tight grip but he refuses to say anything, instead standing on the bed in order to carefully wipe away a bit of the blood despite the fact that the others are still about to kill each other, really-

Raven

*Raven's gaze grows darker and he punches Evan again, in a move of force that would propel the other right back down if he didn't still keep such a grip on his collar.* Yea? Well your little blow up doll is dead, Evan. What? *He mocks, harsh, again on a viscious look,* You sad? You going to cry, Evan? *He throws the boy down, tossing him back against the bed with that same surprise in force, eyes dark as if black, voice harsh.* Get over it. Where I'm from I've always been Raven. And whatever you say, you can accept it or cry in your little fairy tale haven.

Evan Issac

*bleeding even more now thanks to the new hit, Dylan's effort of cleaning him up and stopping the bleeding going completely in vain. Despite his pain, he manages to get some words out* No, no. You're still a little blow up doll. Even as 'Raven,' so be careful not to pop. *his frigid gaze is trained on the other* Well, this isn't where you're from. Where I'm from, you're a conformist lemming. So I'll remain a skeptic. This proves nothing.

Dylan North

-loses his balance as Evan is tossed back onto the bed, successfully falling completely off and slamming his head into the side of the bed. He hisses and curls up, pressing one hand to the throbbing pain in the back of his skull-

Raven

*Raven stares at the other. His gaze is coarse, still hard and cold as ever. He doesn't break away.*... I don't need your fucking conformist bullshit approval. Believe whatever lies you need to to get yourself to sleep at night. *He speaks, level and cold, eyes still fixed on Evan, gaze going oddly apathetic.*

Evan Issac

Oh, that's a lie. You desire my approval, don't you, Raven? Because I created you, didn't I? Molded you in my image. *slowly sits up on the bed, a bloody mess. His gaze connects with Raven's in turn, and he is unafraid, focused on this for now and not tending to poor Dylan on the ground*

Raven

Oh. *He speaks on a dull tone, but it's laced in venom, anger.* Now. You're willing to consider I am from another world. *He studies the other hard, but there are traces of hurt in his gaze, fists gripped still, bloodied, at his side; voice cold once more.*

Dylan North

-Dylan sits up after a moment, taking the wet paper towels and pressing them to the back of his head- ... y-you two should stop...

Kyle Broflovski

*there's a loud knock at their front door*

Evan Issac

I'll be frank: Here, you're known as Raven the abandoner. Or even Stanley Sunshine. If you want to be Raven, you're going to have to not go killer on me. *ignoring Dylan for now* Answer the door, Raven.

Raven

I don't have to want to be anything. I don't give a fuck what you think. *He spoke, voice still short and deadly cold.* I don't answer to bullshit conformist lives, conformist losers. And, you complete fuck. *He tilts his head, eyes still vividly fixed on Evan, expression remaining somewhat apathetic.* I don't do. Whatever the hell I'm told. Like some lemming slave.

Dylan North

-shuts his eyes- Raven, can you please.. answer the door... -already feels a headache coming on-

Raven

*He doesn't reply, still gaze fixed cold and dead on Evan.*

Evan Issac

You could at least numb Fuchsia's pain. Look what you've done, Raven. You're supposed to lash out on the conformists. You're losing sight of the actual enemy. *doubts that Raven's telling the truth, deciding to stick with these tactics for now. He crawls down to the floor and pulls little Dylan into his lap*

Dylan North

-he sighs, leaning back against Evan- ... can you check and see if I'm actually bleeding? I can't even fucking tell...

Kyle Broflovski

*a louder knocking starts up that doesn't stop this time*

Raven

*He sneers slightly.* Oh. Right. I'm the one who lost sight. Yea--sure. Go jump off a cliff, drown in your own blood, you fucking shit. *He turns regardless, shoving open the door on a cold, dead note.* What.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle pauses, fist still half raised for another knocking. He clears his throat a bit* Hey. Uh, what's up? *blink blink*

Raven

*His expression is dark, almost nuetral and apathetic.* Judas the whore. Guess I should've known you'd show up.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle's brows furrow a bit* I'm not a whore, /Raven/. My name is Kyle. I just...yeah, you said you didn't care whether or not I showed up, and I---*glances over Stan's shoulder, noticing the blood on Evan and Dylan curled up in his lap*---wow. *doesn't look very surprised at all though* Dylan wasn't kidding when I messaged him earlier....

Raven

*glances back to Dylan, eyes narrowing, but says nothing.* Whatever. *He dissmisses, bitter, heading in the direction of his bed without a word*

Evan Issac

*examining Dylan's head* There's a bump but no blood. *says this in a softer tone near the other's ear. His gaze trails up to Judas and Raven* Have you come to collect Killer, Judas? Your dog's entirely rabid. We might have to put him down.

Dylan North

-he nods, nuzzling up against Evan- S'Kyle here...?

Kyle Broflovski

*It takes every ounce of will Kyle has to hold back from laughing at Evan's comment; he manages a soft sniff instead* I just came to check on things. /He/ *nods to Stan* is not mine. *shrugs and awkwardly steps inside to take a seat next to Dylan and Evan*

Evan Issac

Oh. So this dog's a stray? How miserable for him. I'll bet he's just yearning for a master. *Keeps that same sardonic tone going, stroking Dylan's hair and watching Raven*

Raven

Like I'd want a conformist cheerleading whore. *he lays easily on his bed, feet propped, still his tone bitter.* Go pray to your fatass conformist, seemed a lot more interested in your dick, Judas. *He gives a sharp look to Evan at his words, biting down.*

Kyle Broflovski

I dunno, dude. He doesn't talk about my dick /half/ as much as you do. *smirks*

Dylan North

-Dylan sighs- If we're goin' to argue, why are we all in th' same room...?

Kyle Broflovski

*glances at Dylan curiously* Entertainment? That's why I came over in the first place, but it seems like I already missed the show....

Raven

We don't give in to conformist sluts, Dylan. *Says, evenly, gaze still sharp on Evan, ignorning Kyle.*

Dyaln North

... oh. But I don't see any conformist sluts.. -laughs softly, mostly to himself- Mainly b'cause I can't see at all right now...

Evan Issac

I didn't invite Killer. He just stormed the place. And you know the rest, Fuchsia. *cups Dylan's cheek, his spindly fingers petting the other's pale skin*

Kyle Broflovski

*is content to watch Stan, who seems super intent on watching Evan*

Dylan North

-avoids mentioning his current vision problems, instead settling for just nuzzling Evan again-

Raven

*Raven just ignores Dylan, eventually shifting his gaze on a glare, turning to look at Kyle instead.* So what the fuck you want, Judas? A medal?

Kyle Broflovski

No. *blinks innocently at Stan* I just came over to watch you and Evan fuck each other up. Please don't stop on my account. *suddenly bursts into a grin at the end*

Dylan North

-mentally notes that it actually is Kyle and sort of waves in the general direction of his voice-

Raven

*His eyes narrow again, seeming anything but amused.* Get the fuck out.

Evan Issac

I'm really not drunk enough for this noise. *feels too much pain from the two blows he suffered beforehand from Raven. He keeps petting Dylan* Yeah, killer. Chase out our unwelcomed guest. *curious if Stan's going to rebel once he's been ordered*

Raven

*Raven flips Evan off, sharply, but his gaze remains on Kyle, eyes incredibly harsh*

Kyle Broflovski

*ignoring Evan* Naaah, I think I'll hang around. I don't bother Evan with my mere presence nearly as much as I should, and this seems like a nice opportunity. You guys wanna play a boardgame or something? *chuckles sardonically, and also waves back to Dylan, even though he appears not to notice too much at the moment*

Evan Issac

*gets up from the ground, holding Dylan's little frame in his arms bridal style* Proceed with caution, Judas. That's his murder face. *goes to sit with Dylan on the bed, Evan's own face still a bloody mess*

Raven

*Something on a grin twists on Raven's face. It's as if this is a second he's been waiting for, itching on getting out. He gets to his feet, pushing up and off the bed.* A board game? Yea... I have a game for you. *There's a slight flash, a tilt on something silver that comes from his hand; and abruptly he's shoving Kyle up against the wall, pressing his own body against the other boy's as if to pin him there. His eyes look the other over as if a glint in lust, gaze harsh, a knife whipped out and suddenly pressed up against Kyle's throat.* How about I fuck you raw over the tabletop over there as you scream your old boyfriend's name? *He leans in, speaking gently, breathly in his ear* Hell, you conformist slut. Tell you what. I'll even let you make believe it's really him.

[triage room lol] (2:13:24 AM): *watching the entire scene unfold. Honestly, it's a bit of a turn-on to watch Judas suddenly be thrust into such peril, though he believes Raven is likely playing with the other, even though the act is pretty hardcore. He continues to pet Dylan, doing nothing to intervene*

Dylan North

-glances up towards Evan, his empty eyes blinking rapidly for a moment. He leans close to his ear, frowning- What's happening..?

Evan Issac

Oh, nothing of particular interest. *keeps stroking Dylan like he's his cat, avoiding causing the other more pain since he knows how the other can be a slave to his many emotions*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle probably wouldn't have heeded Evan's warning regardless, but the knife was definitely unexpected and something to take heed of... Adrenaline - as well as even a little bit of pleasure - shoots through Kyle as he is suddenly pinned flush against the wall behind him. It takes a second for everything Stan just said to settle in* Dude. Seriously? Put your toy away. That's not funny... *Doesn't struggle or anything, but his heart is beating like a hummingbirds'*

Raven

*He bites on a twisted grin.* Not funny? *He seethes, a bit of malice in his voice as he presses the knife in harder, a sliver of blood blooming on Kyle's neck.* Oh. Oh no. This isn't where it gets funny. We'll get to that part though, don't even worry your conformist little head, Judas.

Kyle Broflovski

*Instinctively tries to pull away from the knife, even as he's cut by it* /Dude/. That fucking hurts. Stop it. *tests the waters a bit by attempting to pull his arms free*

Dylan North

-he sighs and sort of nods a bit, going back to clinging to Evan, rubbing at his eyes a bit with one hand.-

Raven

*Raven seems just to thrive on the words, still his grin in place; pressing a bit harder, enough to sting even more, as Kyle tries to pull free.* Ah ah ah, not just yet. First I want you to beg.

Evan Issac

*continues to watch, gaze intent the entire time*

Kyle Broflovski

*rolls his eyes, and says as melodramatically and toneless as possible:* Please, oh please, fearsome Raven, let me go, blah blah, you're hurting me, please please, blah blah blah. *tilts his head a bit more forward to get a good, deep look into Stan's eyes, in turn pushing the knife even closer so that it not only stings but genuinely hurts this time, more blood trickling down his neck. He doesn't say anything else.*

Raven

*He gives a harsh laugh.* Ooooh? The whore's got a little spirit. *Raven's grin is oddly wild, but increasingly bitter the longer he looks at the other; raising a hand and backhanding the other, hard enough to throw Kyle staight to the ground.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle wasn't expecting that, and to his surprise it /hurt/. Like, not just physically - Stan had struck a chord within him as well as his face. Though he quickly pushes himself back up off the floor a bit with one arm, using the back of his other free hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, tasting blood already* Fuck.... *he mumbles*

Raven

*Without delay, Raven kicks Kyle, roughly, in the stomach, eyes, rather frighteningly, going cold.*

Evan Issac

*starts clapping his hands in a slow and somewhat cryptic way, as if he were pleased with the show that's happening before him, eyes trained on the scene*

Dylan North

-begins to shake a bit, curling up tightly enough in Evan's arms to cover his ears, submerging himself in darkness.-

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle actually sees that kick coming and rolls out of the way, growling* The fuck dude! Lay off!

Raven

*He looks on another slight grin.* Ooooh. Poor baby. You miss your old Stanley boyfriend, Judas whore? *He stands there, sillotted slightly on the bitter grin, eyes rather dead as he openly mocks.* Afraid he went and got himself killed in this conformist hellhole? Sorry, little whore. I'm not here to clean up your baby mess.

Evan Issac

Miss Stanley Sunshine doesn't roll over and die easily. Trust me, I know. *odly remembering Stan's whole pep talk after he told Evan to kill himself and then when he tried to take it back. His arms are draped loosely around Dylan, and it seems Evan may be becoming less entertained with the show*

Raven

*He snorts.* Oh really. *Doesn't look at Evan.* I somehow doubt that. A loser asshole like that? I bet he rolled over and died like a dog.

Evan Issac

Now, now. Remember: You're the dog. *the words are said firm and biting*

Dylan North

-continues to ignore the world, wishing that he could force himself into unconsciousness-

Kyle Broflovski

*Gets to his feet, face a mess in more ways than one. It hadn't occured to him that Stan might actually have /died/ and this was his new replacement-Stan--/Raven/... Kyle can't keep some of the worry and anxiety from showing on his slightly bloody features.*

Raven

*gaze narrows on Evan, but he doesn't say anything. He seems still fairly pissed off, eyes settling on the other goth, stiff and still. In a moment, he sideglances back toward Kyle in a pause, seemingly thrown out of his mood.*...whatever.

Evan Issac

Judas, you look like you've seen a ghost. Pining for your sunshine? *keeps petting his clearly distressed lover as he watches Raven and Kyle* Just look into this one's eyes or some noise. Whatever Disney feeds you.

Raven

*looks back on Evan, gaze mingling in cold but confused, as if drawn back by the suggestion*

Evan Issac

*just looks like he's decided somehing, staring back intently into Raven's gaze. He does not share, however* All done with your killing spree?

Kyle Broflovski

I'll pass. He's right, it's not the same. Not in the least. *rubs his mouth again, sucking on his bottom lip, as he makes his way to the door*

Dylan North

-sits up after a moment, turning his head towards where he assumes Raven and/or Kyle is which is actually, in fact, completely wrong on both accounts-

Evan Issac

*turns Dylan's head in the only direction it needs to be and plants a kiss on the other's lips to placate him*

Raven

*He snorts at Evan's words, still looking at the goth* Whatever. *Another glance at Kyle.* Yea? About time. My name's Raven, Judas, whatever you thought about your fairy tale prince I'm not him. How about you go back to your fairy tale dream and cry yourself to sleep over his corpse. *In that bitter note he turns, heading back to his bed; slipping the knife back onto a belt beneath his shirt.*

Dylan North

-sighs, kissing back softly for a moment before leaning away- .. What just happened. -turns his head towards Raven's voice-

Evan Issac

Nothing particularly relevant. Don't concern yourself with lower lifeforms, Fuchsia. *continues his petting, ignoring Raven and Kyle for the moment*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle almost goes after him. He turns, fists clenched, like he's going to--but he sees the knife being put away and suddenly lets his burst of anger fade. Defending his honor to this loser isn't worth getting himself hurt or killed. He frowns, looking confused and forlorn and still just a little angry, but he sighs and shakes his head* I hope you enjoy your time here at SPRC then, /Raven/. It's not fun, even by your fucked up standards... *he sighs again and mumbles* See you guys later, *as he opens the door and then closes it behind him, leaving the goths to themselves*

Dylan North

-nods a bit, frowning- ... it kinda sucks not being able t'see. I didn't think it would be that bad, but.. -just kind of pouts-

Raven

It was nothing, Dylan. *Voice somewhat stiff, but even and a little less bitter or frustrated when addressing Dylan. Why the fuck did Kyle-Judas-make him feel this way? Fucking conformist. He lay back on his bed, looking off as the door shut behind the redhead, expression more over blank.*

Evan Issac

Yeah, you just missed more of a rampage. *lays back on the bed with Dylan, continuing to pet him, not bothering to clean up the dried blood on his own face* It was hardcore, but you do more hardcore shit on a regular basis.

Dylan North

.. raven. Can you hand me those paper towels on the floor... -nuzzles Evan lightly-

Raven

*Raven ignores Evan, but reaches for the paper towels.* Yea. Sure, whatever, Dylan. *And tosses them over to the pair.*

Dylan North

-He takes hold of them, using his other hand to find Evan's face properly. He sighs and carefully begins to wipe at the blood, frowning- Didn't get to do this before.

Evan Issac

I really don't care. You don't have to. *ruffles up Dylan's hair*

Dylan North

-shrugs a bit- Too late.

Raven

*Raven on the other hand flips a pack of cigerettes from his pocket, seeming to not pay too much heed to the two. He taps it against his other hand a few good times to pack it before flipping out a cigerette*

Evan Issac

*just lets Dylan clean him up, not really having any energy to protest. He idly watches his face and sees Raven out of the corner of his eye*

Dylan North

.. You realize that I'd do this all the time for you, right? If we were to get out of here, no matter what, I-- -cuts himself off, suddenly remembering that it's not just the two of them anymore. He shakes his head- .. Nevermind.

Raven

*lights it up, taking a good breath of smoke, seemingly idly ignoring the two as he takes out his phone, flipping it open.*

Evan Issac

*the caring words honestly make Evan somewhat uncomfortable, for he knows he's undeserving of that, as well as this kind of treatment* ...You'd waste time with me?

Raven

*gets up off the bed without a word, pushing off as he scrolls through "Stanley's" old phone, balancing the cigerette in between his teeth as he instead heads to the door.*

Dylan North

-bites his lip, unable to think of any way to phrase it properly- ... it's conformist. Forget I said anything.

Evan Issac

*shrugs his shoulders* I think I know your angle regardless. *lets Raven go without saying anything*

Dylan North

And it's stupid. -sets the paper towels aside, going back to clinging onto Evan- ... tired yet?

Raven

*Raven honestly doesn't appear as if he cares either way on Dylan and Evan, or maybe as if he's used to it; pushing through the door without bothering to shut it behind him. He flips through the phone, giving off another pool of smoke from his lips, holding the cigerette now with his other hand.*

Kyle Broflovski

*as soon as Kyle had left, he hadn't made it farther than three steps down from the door before he simply collapsed and buried his head in his knees, holding his head and silently shedding the tears of facing his worst nightmare having become some sort of warped reality. Stan was really gone now. Whoever the hell this guy was, he wasn't anything like any Stan Kyle had ever met... The other Stan might still be here, but they hadn't been able to break into HQ yet; why the hell could they do it now? It was futile. Everything was so futile.... Presently, his tears have stopped, but the pain is still stark and fresh on his face, still buried in his arms and on his knees, even after he hears the door open behind him*

Raven

*Raven pauses, just at the foot of the stairs, taking another long drag of his cigerette. He lets out a bout of smoke, slipping between his teeth, eyes settling on the boy just below him. Eventually he speaks, voice calm.* What are you doing.

Evan Issac

Yeah... *pulls Dylan to lay down on top of him* WIll you sleep tonight?

Dylan North

Already surrounded by darkness, should be easy.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle wipes his eyes with his jacket sleeve - the white Fingerbang jacket, his new favorite that he practically never takes off - and grumbles* None of your damn business...

Evan Issac

*kisses Dylan in a surprisingly soft way before settling in, shutting his eyes*

Dylan North

-returns the kiss gently, cuddling up as close to him as he could get-

Raven

*He doesn't seemed peturbed. If anything, he just takes another drag of his cigerette before slipping to sit, knees apart, next to Kyle on the step with a dull tone. He smirks, dryly.* Uhuh. Well, Judas, whore. Some kind of fucked up world I landed in. Wizard of Oz conformist bullshit.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle turns his eyes to Sta--/Raven/--and openly shows him a glimpse into his wounded, red-rimmed gaze* Yeah. It's pretty fucked up, all right... I can't even keep...my thoughts straight. */Especially while I'm looking at you right now.../ he thought bitterly* Everything seems to change in the blink of an eye.

Raven

*He took another long drag, lazily, letting it sift out through his nostrils for a second as he looked dully at the red head. And in another second, Raven dug in his pocket, gently pulling out a wad of crumpled paper. After a second, with dead eyes staring at it, he held it out, using his other gloved hand to take Kyle's and pull it up before depositing the paper flatly in the other boy's palm.* ...We all live in a conformist lie. Nothing gets to stay the same.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle stares at the piece of paper blankly for a few seconds before opening it without bothering to ask what it is, reading its contents silently*

Raven

*Raven watches the other closely, idly, not saying a word. It turns out to be an old journal entry of Stan's, the conformist loser who had stepped foot in this world long before Raven.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle's expressions range from hesitance at the start, to frustration in the middle, to a melancholy happiness near the end... But finally he settles in on the sadness he'd felt before he even opened up that journal entry. There wasn't much of anything in it that he didn't already know, of course. But it...was a lot. To be reminded of how truly happy he and Stan had been, even before everything started to get complicated. To read about a time when the most Stan wanted out of his life here....was for Kyle to be happy and free from any sort of oppression. He suddenly chokes on a sob, crumpling the paper a bit as he clutches it close to his chest, not even caring that Raven is watching anymore...*

Raven

*Raven continues to watch idly, expression still fairly blank. He lets the ash gather on his cigerette as he looks to the other boy.* Conformist fag really must've liked you. *He speaks as if the entry hadn't made it obvious, voice level.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle nods weakly* y-yeah... I'd hoped he did, anyway... We were s'posed to talk about all this stuff...before he left... *He takes in a deep, shaky breath, looking back at Raven* Are you /sure/ you're not him? *his voice is almost pleading, borderline desperate* They didn't just...brainwash you, or something?

Raven

*Raven stares at the other, the burn on his cigerette slowing, a clump of ash gathering at its end. Eventually he taps it against the air, letting the ash break off to the ground before bringing the cigerette back to his lips and looking off in front of him.* ...I'm Raven. Sorry Broflovski.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle isn't convinced. His mind is still on that time from the journal entry - when they'd been transported to the 1800s and all of the drama that had ensued: saloons, camping, getting kidnapped by bandits, real live /gunfights/.... It was one said gunfight that reminded Kyle of something that would tell him for sure whether or not this was Raven-from-another-universe or simply Brainwashed-Stan.* Your scars... *he murmurs, scooting closer to Raven and grabbing the hem of his shirt* Let me see your shoulder--

Raven

What--*Suddenly, his tone dipped to annoyed, grabbing his shirt to keep the other from prying it off,* What the fuck do you think you're doing, fag.

Kyle Broflovski

*glares at Raven impatiently, sniffling away the remnants of his sadness in lieu of this sudden streak of hope* I need to see your shoulder, dude. When we got lost in the 1800s timeline you and I were both injured during a gunfight. I have a scar on my thigh, and you have at least one that I know of on your shoulder that you got trying to protect me. If you have that scar, then you're not Raven. *Has a determined glint in his green eyes now*

Raven

*Raven looks at the other, as if slight on disgust.* What. Judas. You're being desperate. Clinging to a conformist lie. *He attempts on shoving the other off from grabbing his shirt.*

Kyle Broflovski

So what if I am? *glares and just scoots back even closer to Raven after being shoved, grabbing his arm this time with both hands* If you're still Stan, then somewhere deep in your brainwashed mind you are just as desperately hoping that I cling to this lie! Stan didn't give up on me, and I'm not going to give up on him. */Not yet, anyway/ he thought stubbornly*

Raven

*Raven sneers before falling back as Kyle made to grab his arm, attempting on wrestling away from the redhead.* What the fuck is your problem, Judas. Get the hell away from me. I'm not your fucking princess boyfriend wannabe--*He grits, still attempting to push the other off of him*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle swiftly reaches for Raven's knife, having seen exactly where he keeps it earlier, and throws it as far as he can out into the darkness of the yard in front of Jeremy House...and now that that's out of the way, he goes to fighting to get the other boy's shirt up and over his head for reals* I don't believe you! Prove that you're not him!

Raven

What--you conformist little bitch--*Raven yelps, making a wild grab for the knife as it's ripped away from him and tossed aside into the yard. He grunts, looking angry and alarmed, struggling to keep his shirt down and shove Kyle off simultaniously*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle /refuses/ to let up, knowing this might be his one and only chance to find out, so he continues to struggle against Raven* What are you afraid of, then? Why don't you just show me?! *he growls* Are /you/ scared to find proof that you're the Stan that Evan and I both think you are? If you're so fucking sure of yourself, just take off your damn shirt!

Raven

What? Are you some kind of fucking idiot?? Get the fuck off of me, you conformost fag--*He growls, wrestling with the other while on his back to keep his shirt on flat on the cement of the stairs, half inside the dorm while glaring, gaze incredibly biting and livid. Albeit despite his efforts, eventually the shirt is pulled up, but Raven fights every second on it; eventually pulling his fist back to try and land a solid punch into Kyle's face. Regardless, his shirt at this point is half off, enough to show the deep grotesque scarring along his shoulder.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle is stunned, not expecting to see what is very obviously there, and also not expecting to just let himself get punched square in the face like that - but his shock runs so deep that he barely even feels it. He stops his movements immediately, everything going slack*

Raven

*Raven, clearly pissed off, shrugs his shirt back on, sitting up; hair a messm giving a fierce glare at the other boy as he regains himself.* What the fuck is wrong with you, Judas. *He shoots at the other, the words biting, not even bothering on paying attention to if the redhead is alright.* So desperate in your little Disney lies? Go fuck yourself, I hope your loser pathetic boyfriend really is dead. *He pushes to his feet, still looking somewhat frazled, flustered and heated on cold anger*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle shakes his head, Stan's words somewhat bringing his focus back. He says softly* You don't mean that. You can't mean that. He's you... Those scars are there, Stan. *He warily gets to his feet as well, stepping away from Stan several feet, walking down some of the steps to add to the distance between them, but eyes still focused solely on his friend* You can go see for yourself, if you want. It might help you remember something...

Raven

*Raven looks over, disgusted, as if Kyle is in reality too pathetic for him to handle, eyes growing darker on the other boy.* ...You are something fucking else, Judas. I mean, just, seriously fucking desperate, aren't you? Snow White waiting for his prince to come? Well guess what. You conformist fuck, I got those scars from fights. Back to back with the other goths. *He deadpanned, angry and cold, at the other, standing there and looking down on the redhead, gaze still harsh and somewhat disgusted; still looking a bit frazled, hair sticking up slightly from the struggle.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle shrugs, letting the insults roll right off his shoulders. His voice is quiet but clear when he speaks* I don't expect you to understand how difficult this is for me, right now. So go ahead - throw it right back in my face. If it helps you, I'll take it. For a while anyway... *He gives Stan a rather helpless expression* I wish I could make you get it, but I-- *he pauses* ...I need to sleep on this, I think.. *shrugs again*

Raven

*Raven, for all intent and purposes, doesn't look like he gets it. In fact he has a look of slight annoyance on his dark gaze, still eyes fixed on the other.* Yea? Newsflash you conformist whore, I don't care. Life is pain. Get over your fucking fairy tale lies and leave me alone.

Kyle Broflovski

- ((text messaging)) -

Kyle Broflovski

*text* Are you still with Wendy? I'm almost back to my room.

Stan Marsh

Yea. We're still backstage.

Kyle Broflovski

Why?

Stan Marsh

dude not now

Kyle Broflovski

No. Answer me. Why are you still talking to her and not asleep in your bed?

-fifteen minutes later-

Stan Marsh

she was upset, dude

Kyle Broflovski

We all were.

Stan Marsh

yea, we were. we just said goodnight dude

Kyle Broflovski

Really?

Stan Marsh

yea. why does it even matter dude

Kyle Broflovski

.....I guess it doesn't.

Stan Marsh

?

Kyle Broflovski

Nevermind. Don't worry about it. Just go to bed.... This has been a fucking ridiculous night and I just want to sleep.....night, Stan.

Stan Marsh

yea. night dude.

Kyle Broflovski

.......Stan?

Stan Marsh

.....yea?

Kyle Broflovski

I can't sleep.

Stan Marsh

....

Stan Marsh

I could come over

Stan Marsh

i mean it's been a long night

Stan Marsh

we can just hang i don't know man

Stan Marsh

i could really use my best friend right now

Kyle Broflovski

What room are you in?

Stan Marsh

no, let's go to your room. i have no idea if georgie's back by now or not

Kyle Broflovski

Oh...Yeah, okay. My door's open then, dude.

Stan Marsh

yea. i'll be there in a second.

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- ((3rd Short)) -

Stan Marsh

*Stan shuffles toward Kyle's dorm room, hands tucked against his jacket pockets, head somewhat bowed. He glances up, looking tired at the door propped open by the lock, sighing and knocking gently.*

Kyle Broflovski

*The door is pushed open almost immediately after the first knock, revealing Kyle still in his Fingerbang clothes, trying not to look too excited to see Stan* Hey. Come on in.... *steps back to let his friend enter the room*

Stan Marsh

*Stan looks slightly confused on the greeting, expecting a much different reaction upon getting those texts. He glances to the other, still also dredged up in his FingerBang clothes, a guitar over his shoulder. He enters the room, following Kyle in*

Kyle Broflovski

*Takes a seat on the edge of his bed, pulling the white jacket from his shoulders and tossing it carelessly to the floor* Is Wendy back in her room now?

Stan Marsh

*Still looking unsure, but nodding gently.* Yea...yea, I think so. I...I'm not actually. You know, sure.

Kyle Broflovski

*frowns a bit, but doesn't really have a say in this matter, so he sighs* I hope so. She....what the hell was that? What the hell is this whole trip, even? *looks at Stan a little lost and forlorn, patting the bed for him to sit down as well* First I find out we're really on a fucking reality tv show - with God knows what being broadcast /all over the world/ apparently - *looks down at this point* and then Wendy goes the extra mile in that same direction and shows a video to all of our fans of you and her, essentially shattering her relationship with Cartman and really messing with him in the process.... *breathes, slowing down a bit in his rant* It's.....a lot, really. *looks back up* I need you, too.

Stan Marsh

*Stan stood there, looking up at Kyle, a note of confusion or surprise at the last part; the rest seeming avoiding his gaze, his own dark. He seemed to hesitate, as if uncertain, but eventually the boy made his way to the bed, sitting down beside the other.*....I went to talk to her. I told her. I wanted her not to be a guard. And...she kissed me. *He didn't look at Kyle, gaze somewhat distant.* I eventually. Pushed her away. *He didn't go deeper into it. On how Cartman had been the que that had let him realize what was happening. Even if, in reality, he never would've guessed this as the outcome--the plan.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle simply nodded, listening closely to whatever Stan wanted or needed to say* Dude, she's...You're...we're.... um. I don't...*sighs again* ..I don't know where to start, even. *chuckles softly*

Stan Marsh (3:08:05 AM):

*glances over to his friend, studying him, expression uncertain.* ...I uh. I'm not following, man.

Kyle Broflovski

You really like her still, don't you? *gulps subtly*

Stan Marsh

*grins weakly,* Yea. I do, actually. I was with her since third grade, dude.

Kyle Broflovski

I know.... *smiles just as weakly* I watched you two stick together, through your best and worst, as we all grew up in my world, too.

Stan Marsh

*Stan's grin fades and he rubs at the back of his neck, looking up to the cieling* Ah, well....yea. We had...well. I'm not really your Stan, dude. I mean. *He pauses, taking a breath* We had some hard times.

Kyle Broflovski

*tilts his head sideways, a bit curiously* Yeah, well, if you look at it that way then I could say the same thing right back to you. I'm not that Kyle. *takes a quick, deep breath before clasping Stan's hand in his own*

Stan Marsh

*Stan noticibly blushes, going a bit red as Kyle takes his hand as if on surprise, looking over at the other, still as if uncertain or taken a back. He stares at Kyle.* Uh. Yea. Well. Yea...that's. True. *He continues to stare at Kyle, at this point, stuck on meeting his gaze with his friend.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Watches as Stan's face flushes slightly, noticing what a perfect contrast it is to his pale skin and his soft black hair* Stan, I'm sorry... *gazing into eyes a shade of green he's never seen before - not even in a mirror - but somehow they're the most familiar thing he's ever known, especially right here and now* I'm sorry I couldn't....make up my mind, or commit, or decide sooner... It just terrifies me... I can't help it... *leans in closer, head against Stan's shoulder, unable to hold that gaze any longer and ashamed of admitting what a pansy he is about relationships*

Stan Marsh

*Stan relaxes somewhat, but he holds his gaze through the entire time Kyle speaks. His heartbeat stops beating quite so hard, slowing some as Kyle breaks the gaze and instead leans against him, the boy looking down.* It's alright, dude...*He speaks softly, still something on quiet as he looks off.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle tightens his grip on Stan's hand* Really? *laughs very softly* I've actually felt like things were alright these past few days, even though we still haven't talked about, like, anything. *closes his eyes, listening to Stan's breathing even out*

Stan Marsh

*Stan still looks off, appearing slightly distracted. He takes a breath* Well...we should probably. Do that, huh? *looking up toward the ceiling as he speaks*

Kyle Broflovski

*Stan can feel Kyle shake his head 'no' against his shoulder* But I can't think of anything I wanted to say anymore, right now... *leans back up, finally looking directly at Stan again*

Stan Marsh

*Stan can. He can think of everything he wants to say. All of it still running rampant through his head, running against every word and every part he'd rehersed and practiced. While Kyle felt as if the last few days had been fine, they'd been tense, somewhat awkward. Fine, sure, but a stretch from any normality. And he was still tense on the thoughts. He kept silent, but glanced over, looking at the other.*....Yea. *He spoke, still on soft, giving into the notion,* I mean...well, it's...late. Too.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle could see all the hesitation and thoughts turning behind Stan's eyes* Yeah... It is. *gulps again* You were great tonight, by the way. On stage... *smiles at Stan, hoping the subject change would lighten the mood again, and maybe keep him from leaving...*

Stan Marsh

Well. *Stan starts, hesitating again, seeming uncomfortable.* I mean. It's late. With. Talking...about...that. *He gives an offhand gesture, still not looking at Kyle and still seemingly uncomfortable with himself, seeming somewhat awkward. He tilts his head,* Uh...you too. I mean. I don't know. It was...definitely something out there.

Kyle Broflovski

*Nope. That didn't work at all. Kyle still has the impression that Stan wants to leave, and he really, /really/ doesn't want him to right now.* Thank you, *he murmurs, leaning back towards Stan's shoulder like he had a minute ago, except this time he landed /on/ it, pushing the slope of his nose against the crook of Stan's neck, breathing softly against his collar bone*

Stan Marsh

*Stan remains sitting there, frowning slightly and tensing suddenly as Kyle pushes against him, breath warm on his neck. His heart goes up again and he speaks more on a quiet note,* Uh. For....what?

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle tilts his head ever so slightly sideways, so that his lips move against Stan's quickening pulse while he replies* For complimenting me back. It was indeed...something. *He leaves his lips pressed against Stan's skin even after he finished speaking, his own heart pounding thunder in his ears*

Stan Marsh

*Stan leaps to his feet suddenly, a mirade of emotions filtering in against a real embaressment, looking off stiffly.* ....I...have to go. *he works out on awkward note, as mentally, a thousand things are going through his mind, a thousand things that don't involve what he should be doing. Kyle wasn't meaning anything on this, and his head is too far off, off from clear, his mind needing to be away from his friend's breath or his touch right now. Especially in this situation. They had just been about to kiss, at least he'd felt that, or maybe he was crazy. He wasn't even really sure anymore.*

Kyle Broflovski

Why? *Kyle asks softly* I don't want you to go. *He bites his lip, quickly trying to smooth over anything he might have done wrong with broken phrases that don't make much sense even to his own ears, but hey, at least he's trying* I didn't...uhh.... No, wait. I mean, I'm sorry if that was too...close. I really...um. I just. *takes a deep breath and stands up next to Stan this time, placing a firm hand on his arm* I'm here for you. And you're here for me.

Stan Marsh

*At the "And you're here for me." Stan abruptly turns and grabs Kyle by the shoulder, without any warning pulling him sharply into a kiss. It's just like that. He's kissing the other, lips touching on hot and his heart misses a good few beats, thrilled in on the second, dizzy and intoxicating and it's everything he thought it would be, terribly, forcibly vivid. Kyle's taste, the smell hitting through him, Stan is actually shaking and he can't quite stop from pushing in; a hand reaching behind Kyle's head to grip a fistfull of crazy, blazing red hair on the desperate heat of the second. His stomach drops an octive and it's only this socially contempt second that actually exists.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle tenses at the sudden movement, but since Stan seems to be doing what Kyle has already been longing to do for the past half an hour, he of course doesn't fight it in the slightest. His eyes flutter closed as Stan's lips move hard against his own, all of his bad thoughts and uncertain feelings being washed away by the feel of his best friend so close to him. He moans softly at having his hair pulled as the kiss is deepened. His own hands find Stan's waist where they instantly lock onto his hips, and Kyle slowly starts pushing him backwards towards the bed, lips still pressed hard against Stan's.*

Stan Marsh

*Stan's face flushes hot, this is exactly what he had wanted. For so long and it was exactly how he thought--everything on the very taste and feel; the smell, it all runs through him, making him dizzy, unable to even think straight. He didn't resist on Kyle looping his waist, feeling oddly numb and thrilled, breaking in a slight gasp as the other pushes him onto the bed. He lays there beneath Kyle in a sudden disbelief, looking up at him in a shaking kind of second, as if unable to fully believe or completely take in that this is really happening right now. How many dreams and how many thoughts, how many times had he fought for this. He's meeting kyle's gaze, so close in the second, Stan simply just looking at him in a desperate lost kind of fashion; as if uncertain or scared, as if he's going to wake up, like this isn't actually real. His heart is beating ridiculously and he can't focus beyond his own will.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle can barely comprehend how amazing it feels to have Stan underneath him, staring back up at him with an intense look, eyes and face burning. It was exhilarating - no, more than that. No amount of drugs could give him this kind of high; no other physical act could cause this kind of natural thrill. When he'd fooled around with Cartman over a month ago was the closest he'd ever come to having feelings so strong and wanting...but this was even more than that. This was a tsunami quickly about to overtake him.* What's wrong? *he murmurs, laughing light-heartedly at the uncertainty on Stan's face, forsaking his own nervousness with a convincing façade of calm*

Stan Marsh

*Kyle appears so calm in light of Stan, in how he feels, the expression against his face. He feels his breath, the surreal impact of Kyle over him and he swallows, an emotional impact hitting deep, rooting in. He'd wanted this for so long. So long. He couldn't even describe and he shook his head gently, lifting a hand to touch Kyle's cheek, shaking, still incredibly numb.* Nothing. *He spoke on a soft note, still giving a slight shake of his head, but scared, as if this was going to slip away from him.* Nothing at all.

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle closes his eyes again for a moment, still smiling* Good.... That's how I feel, too. Everything is... *when he opens them again they're swirling with emotion - mostly happiness and /need/* ....fine. *His heart feels like it's going to fly right out of his chest from its incessant pounding, but his hands are steady as he runs his fingers back up through Stan's hair. He makes a soft, pleased 'hmm' sound as he leans forward and kisses Stan once more, letting the rest of the fucking crazy Bieber world disappear around him. Fuck it. Right now, there is only Stan. Nothing more or less between them than what they were both feeling right here, in this moment.*

Stan Marsh

*Stan feels lost in the kiss, heart beating hard against his ears. He can't really make out anything else but the taste and smell of Kyle, feeling flushed and hot and ridiculously, ridiculously sureal in the situation. He isn't really entirely sure this is even happening, but takes in every second, uncertain; bringing up his hand to again take a fistfull of Kyle's hair and instinctively draw him in closer. Something on a shiver runs hot through the boy at even the noises coming from Kyle, he himself slipping on a gasp, bringing back entirely too vivid images he'd dreamed up in the past that depicted him and Kyle in rather tantalizing positions, and even now trying to work everything out aside from how much he needed this. Had wanted this. For as long as he could put a place to, even longer than he'd be willing to fully admit.*

Kyle Broflovski

*In response to having his hair pulled again, Kyle playfully nips at Stan's lower lip, biting down with his teeth just hard enough to sting a bit. He secretly loves the hair-pulling far more than he would ever say aloud, so he expresses it instead with another, more desperate '/hmm/' as he feels the shiver course through Stan beneath him.* You feel really...fucking good, you know... *he mumbles against Stan's lips, still not fully breaking away as he continues to nip and kiss them. He's given up trying not to get aroused by this point, because he most certainly already is.*

Stan Marsh

*Stan felt a thrill set through him, he'd be a damned liar if he said he hadn't been arroused the second Kyle had leaned up against him and at this point any pretenses he'd had were dropped. Still, thoughts that pressed, tantilizing against the background of his mind, on if this was even right, on if he should be doing this, continues, distant on his head--yet he finds little trouble in drowning them out in the sound of Kyle's voice. It was nice. Even if it felt, on a second, like maybe this was just a game. Another thing to pull him through, to be drug through, a sense of pleasure like Evan and things he didn't want to broach on or touch on or even more things that made him almost wince. But in the moment, even in the intensity of that fear, he went with the motion instead of the thoughts, the heat instead of the logic, heart skipping dangerously at the specifics of Kyle's words. His response instead was to throw all the rest on caution to the wind, disregarding everything in a selfish sort of desperation he'd loose himself to--the reality was he'd wanted this for far too long. And he wasn't letting go of it just yet. He reached a hand,sliding rough, needy beneath Kyle's Fingerbang band shirt in a break of hot breaths, his other hand releasing it's hold on the wild red hair in order to coax his friend's jacket and shirt off*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle beams and grins and laughs as his clothes fly over his head, oblivious to Stan's inner turmoil and just as blinded by heat soaring through his veins.* /Eager/, aren’t we, Stanley? *He grins again. Kyle’s own worries - that Cartman might get pissed about his decision and do something stupid; that Stan might actually have a thing for Wendy or even Evan, God forbid, more than him; that things are too convoluted right now for them to try this at all - everything is very far from his mind at the moment. He's focused on the chills that ghost over every inch of his chest as it is suddenly exposed to the cool, air-conditioned room, and the feel of Stan's hot breath all over his skin. He feels intoxicatingly /good/ right now, and thus quickly makes short work of Stan's performance shirt and jacket as well, in between his friend's ministrations. He ends up in a laying position on the pillows near the headboard, gazing up at Stan with a lazy, lusty glint in his eyes.*

Stan Marsh

*Stan flushes deeply, looking way too aroused and in the moment to really tear his gaze away from Kyle at that comment, roughly, with shaking fingers, bringing and throwing Kyle's shirt and jacket to the side. He doesn't break his gaze, even as Kyle pulls backward against the bed, the heat of his own breath and dizzying thoughts taking him over, the boy looking embaressed, face red but eyes in a haze against his friend. It doesn't take more than Kyle's own glimmer on a look to push him desperately onward, again simply throwing all doubts to the wind as he leans in, teasing on brushing his lips on the boy's collar bone before kissing against it gently, still shaking, feeling ridiculously as if it's taking everything to keep himself from taking Kyle like this, right here, in every horrible, dirty, awful way he's thought of in the past. Which was...was it wrong? Was that wrong? He didn't even know if this was what he wanted. But he knew this is what, right now, he needed. And Kyle, ever teasing, ever pushing, ever every second in laughter and general discussion--was this what he even wanted? Stan speaks only with his motions, his own desire, his breath hot as a hand rests against the other's shoulder, keeping him steady.*

Kyle Broflovski

You /want/ me. *Kyle says delightedly, as though this fact isn't already completely obvious. It hadn't been - not in the way Kyle had been thinking about - because he saw Stan's expression change ever so subtly just now. He drops his voice down to a seductive whisper and adds,* Tell me what you're thinking about...

Stan Marsh

*Stan's stomach flips again, vividly, even as he's down against Kyle's collarbone, shuddering in desperation against the words, filled in a rush of adrenaline and emotion and more over a heat that rivets, flooding against him. Kyle was right. He was absolutely right. He /did/ want him. He'd wanted him for so long, god, needed every second and took it on as if it would actually last forever. He needed this. He really did. And he was beautiful; Kyle, goddamn beautiful, every part and inch of him. As Kyle spoke, Stan lost in the haze of the seconds between them, finding green eyes while lifting his own to meet the other red headed boy's. He stared at the other, caught in such a lust but too beyond that a deep emotion as well.* ....I'm. I'm thinking about fucking you. *He spoke on a broken bit of words, in a breath, licking his lips, body still lost on the rush of heat that spread to his cheeks, hit like a train and aroused beyond himself in the thought.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Another lazy grin finds its way to Kyle's lips, as well as his first deep flush of the night - a red that seems to want to mirror his brilliant red curls. He starts to say something, but then thoughts of Stan fucking him are suddenly stark on his mind as well, and he simply sucks in a shaky breath before letting it back out in a slow hiss. He lets a husky chuckle slip past his lips before he gets the nerve to speak again* Awesome. *another soft laugh* Seriously, that's immensely flattering... But we should probably talk first. Or at least...establish some things, before acting on any of this... *he ruffles Stan's hair and lets his fingertips trail down the back of his friend's neck - a calming gesture meant to slow things down and help prevent potential trainwrecks*

Stan Marsh

*Stan looks at the other, actually looking at his friend for a good moment as if lost, before, suddenly, a grin comes on his face. A proper grin, a smile as he laughs slightly, something actually genuinely happy reflecting in his eyes. He smiles to his friend, resting his head against the other's collarbone, a mess of black hair bowed almost as if drawing some sort of comfort, a relief coming in such a rush over him.* Yea. That....that. Sounds good. *He grins huge into Kyle's neck, pulling himself to the side slightly to drop just beside and against the other, head against the backboard as he leans it close, looking off in a pleasant gaze.*

Kyle Broflovski

*Kyle's heart soars at seeing Stan so happy, and at feeling so happy about all of this in general, for once. He settles in as well, pulling Stan even closer to him with one arm slung around his side.* We'll have plenty of time to talk about it once we get back to South Park. Let's try to survive BieberFest first, then we can....really get into stuff. *a sleepy yawn makes Kyle's jaw pop* Right now? Sleep... It's been a long fucking night. *He still can't stop grinning though. At this rate his face is liable to stiffen up and fall right off, or something...he chuckles at his own little inside joke and hugs Stan closer once more for the hell of it.* Sweet dreams, dude.

Stan Marsh

Stan Marsh

*Stan sat again at a booth near the entrance, legs propped up against the cushions opposite him as he nursed a drink of Jack Daniels close to his chest. He was, again, waiting on Georgie for some kind of guard business, sitting around while she went off to do whatever it was.*

Evan Issac

*has been keeping pretty quiet lately with Thomas, and he does not know how to feel about the current events with Kyle S supposedly being here in Denver. Sighing, he finally heads out of the hotel room for the first time, fortunately not getting shocked. He heads down to the piano bar, trying to keep a low profile and needing a drink*

Stan Marsh

*Stan doesn't particularly notice Evan right away. He takes a long drink, eyes off against the current piano player on stage, briefly missing Hen's music and work tackling the piano. When his eyes catch sight of Evan's enormously tall figure he grins slightly, tilting his head back as his dormmate walks by* Heyyy dude. Look who's actually out of his nest.

Evan Issac

*tenses upon being noticed, though he manages to keep his face stoic. He slowly meets Stan's gaze* Living in a fairytale, sunshine?

Stan Marsh

The usual greeting. Hey, guess I'll take it. *sort of gestures his glass to one of the seats at the booth he's propping his legs against*

Evan Issac

So you're drunk enough to drown out your cynicism. Maybe you'll die of alcohol poisoning. You've been living on borrowed time as it is. *stays perfectly still, not seeming to want to drink with the other at the moment*

Stan Marsh

Actually, *He says on a breath, not seeming too phased on the comment,* I'm actually pretty sober. *he shrugs* So. What, are you going to go sit in a corner or something?

Evan Issac

You're always drunk. That's how you function. *says pointedly, narrowing his eyes some* None of your fucking business. *awkwardly shuffles into the booth adjacent to Stan*

Stan Marsh

*Stan shrugs again for his part, taking a drink* Not enjoying the whole Bieber Fest, dude? *Doesn't point out anything on Evan actually joining him*

Evan Issac

If you ever thought I enjoyed anything, you don't know anything. *checks his phone like he actually might be texting somebody for once and rapidly stuffs it in his coat pocket when he realizes he has no new messages* Fuck this noise. This is the epitome of conformist sheep being led to the slaughter. All those drones of 'fans'... Fucking morons.

Stan Marsh

Expecting a text? *raises a brow,* Dylan was out at the museum with us earlier. *He sort of shook his head, wryly tilting his glass in Evan's direction* Yea, well. Have to agree with you there, I think. *He shifted a DVD box set of their actual reality tv show, season 1, out of a bag over his shoulder, tossing it in Evan's direction* Got a whole fanbase out there, Evan. Pretty sure every one of us does.

Evan Issac

*ignores the bit about the text* What the fuck were you doing there? Not that I care. *glances up at Stan* Are you just going to keep waving that in my face or are you going to get me a damn drink? *he pauses as Stan toses the DVD towards him* Fuck them. I never wanted any of this noise.

Stan Marsh

Well, yea, none of us do. *Stan dismissed, sighing as he slid further in his chair. He gave the other an slightly uncertain look, but shrugged, waving over a waitress and motioning to Evan to indicate that she get him the same drink.* And dude, we were just...well. I was just scoping out. You know.

Evan Issac

*puts his head down on the table* It's the same old shit. Is Denver really so fascinating to you? *his voice is as dry as ever* You get off to having jailbait, sunshine?

Stan Marsh

Jailbait? Dude, really. *He sort of shakes his head, but still dismisses Evan's comment for the most part, taking another drink of his liquor.* Getting out of here, well, that's fascinating to me, honestly. And figuring out what here even is, man.

Evan Issac

That has to be the majority of your sheep herd. *perks up when he realizes he has a message on his phone. He lifts his head from the table, reading it over* It's all blackness. Where you are doesn't even matter when you're like an ant under a fucking magnifying glass.

Stan Marsh

Honestly, I'd rather be the one holding the magnifine glass than be stuck beneath it. *Stan mutters, fidgetting with his drink and catching Evan, again, looking at a text.* Okay, seriously, dude. I never see you texting. What's the big secret?

Evan Issac

Oh yeah. And you're going to do that while you're too busy getting off to the thirteen-year-old girls chasing you like rabid dogs. Be a leader, sunshine. *texting back on his smartphone* Why do you care? Go back to your fairytale.

Stan Marsh

Yea, I'll. Do that. *he raises brows slightly, looking at the other* So....not Dylan? I'm guessing. What, do you have some kind of love crush on Damien or something. *The boy leans foreword, abruptly grabbing the phone out of Evan's hands and tilting it upward to get a good look at the text*

Evan Issac

Crushes are for pubescent girls. And love doesn't work for anyone. You don't know anything. *has never actually come into contact with Damien yet. He flinches, Stan catching him off guard. Evan has been messaging Kyle Schwartz on his smartphone's AIM* You fucking thief. *makes an attempt to snatch it back, actually pissed*

Stan Marsh

*Stan lifts his foot as a barrier between him and Evan, shoving it at Evan's face as he scrolls through the texts* What the....*He frowns, brows furrowing on genuine confusion, still lifting the phone up above him and away from the other as if an older brother hogging a stolen toy, leaning back in his chair.* Is this---is this Schwartz?

Evan Issac

*stands to his impressive full height, getting out of the booth. He slaps Stan's hand hard in an attempt to make him drop the phone, not caring if it breaks at this point and feeling oddly defensive* What the fuck do you care?

Stan Marsh

Oh my god, it is. *Stan said on a clear tone of disbelief; still trying to manuever the phone out of Evan's reach even though the other boy clearly out stood and outreaches him, tone as if, by now, mocking a younger sister on her preteen crush.* Dude. Dude. Oh. No way. *The boy's actually grinning on a painful mix of actual and very real disbelief and actual enthusiasm* Oh, no. Noooo, no, dude. *Still grinning ridiculously, eventually the phone gets hit out of his hand, Stan making a grab but missing as it fell to the floor.*

Evan Issac

*picks up Stan's drink while he's reaching for Evan's phone. The goth is not amused by Stan being so entertained by his expense. He splashes Stan in the face with the remainder of his drink, anger actually flashing in his frigid blue eyes. He kicks the phone further away and it slides under another table* Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

Stan Marsh

O--oh oh, duuude. Duuude. *He's actually beaming, even through a whole face and splash of alcohol, appearing way too amused, and as if something particularly that Evan had just did only sweetened the deal of the situation.* Haha nooo way. Duuude, is this. This is serious, isn't it? Like, actually serious. Oh my god.

Evan Issac

*never has heard Stan say 'dude' so much in one sitting. He's still tense, and when the waitress finally comes back with Evan's own drink, he snatches it from her and downs it all in one gulp* I hate the implication you're making. I can message whoever the fuck I want. *slams the drink glass down on the table*

Stan Marsh

*Stan beams at the other still, putting a hand to his mouth as if laughing at the sudden harsh reaction of the glass on the table* Oh yea, yea, totally, dude. Totally. And you're texting Kyle's cousin like the most nerdiest mouth breathing kid of all the states. *He's still grinning like way too much, voice almost on mock reminisence.* Texting like a teen with a crush. *sighs dramatically, still grinning* Aaah, I can hear the wedding bells now!

Evan Issac

*hates that he's instilling such joy into Stan since his aim is to make the other miserable* It's nothing like that noise you speak of. *shoves Stan, not caring that he's sitting* Conformist asshole.

Stan Marsh

*Just disolves into another fit of laughter or giggles, somewhere on the between, laughing into his hand at the shove* Awww, oh of course. Oh, yea, my bad. You were just. Waiting to get some uh. Some accounting done, huh? *He sort of wipes a tear, still grinning*

Evan Issac

*clenches his fists tight* Fuck you and your stereotypical faggotry, sunshine. *starts to walk away, apparently not wanting to stay any longer*

Stan Marsh

Aww--Evan, come on! I'm just joking! *grins and grabs his jacket from the table, throwing some money on the table before following off after the tall goth.*

Evan Issac

*feels like this is a repeat of Stan chasing him that one night where Stan told Evan to off himself and then apologized* Nothing amuses me anymore. Your humor's lost on me.

Stan Marsh

Well, man, to be fair it's always lost on you. *Stan points out, keeping a pace with the other, still seemingly amused*

Evan Issac

You're a lost cause. *bitter. He stops once they're outside of the piano bar, sighing heavily*

Stan Marsh

Aw, thanks. *Stan reciprocates on a mock friendly note, albeit still clearly grinning as he shoves the other much taller boy slightly at the shoulder* And. Riiight back at you, dude.

Evan Issac

Don't touch me. *just not in the mood for Stan's good mood, much more partial to the boy being a cynical asshole* What have you been smoking?

Stan Marsh

*He shrugs, pretty much just enjoying weedling Evan, apparently.* Hey, nothing, dude. Just little old me. *Stan resists the urge to just simply prod or shove at Evan again*

Evan Issac

The old you was a conformist faggot that played in the sunshine. *realizes how he left his phone in the building and starts to go back in, knowing that one of those moronic fans could snatch it up easily*

Stan Marsh

Old me? Pretty sure there's just one of me. *sort of turns on his heal and follows after Evan back into the bar*

Evan Issac

Yeah, the one that through the cane back in my face. *just seems generally bitter as he searches the piano bar for his smart phone*

Stan Marsh

Ah--oh....you mean. *Stan paused on a kind of finger point* Raven.

Evan Issac

What else? *very curt, looking under a nearby table*

Stan Marsh

Nope, I'm pretty sure it's just Raven. *sort of leaning up against the surface of the table* And once like, Toolshed.

Evan Issac

So. Everything's a game to you in your pathetic childhood? *finally finds the phone and snatches it up. It has some scratches on it, but amazingly nothing is broken*

Stan Marsh

Well, to be fair I'm pretty sure you once tried to mug us or something while we were dressed up. And Cthulu tried to take over the world....and, well, we got banished to another dark oblivion dimention or something. *He stands back up as Evan does as well*

Evan Issac

From how I remember it, you were sticking your nose into business that was never yours to begin with. *pockets his phone and meets Stan's gaze* Simply eloquent retelling, sunshine. *sarcatsic*

Stan Marsh

Oh right, yea. You guys wanted eternal darkness, or something. *just shrugs, again, not seeming too phased on Evan's dark demeanor* Honestly I can't remember how that run in even turned out.

Evan Issac

Death was going to become life. There would have only been saddness. *pauses, thinking but it's honestly a blur to him, too* Well, that's what wasting all your time in a drunken stupor does to you, sunshine.

Stan Marsh

Yea, yea. *Stan shrugs again, and as if on that point pulls his flask from his jacket pocket.* So, when'd you hook up with Shwartz?

Evan Issac

*rolls his eyes and takes a seat again at nearby booth, defeated* Is it really that obvious?

Stan Marsh

It is. Yea, it's. Pretty obvious. *sits back in the chair, facing the other*

Evan Issac

*props his elbow up on the table, resting his forehead in his hand* ...A few years ago. *actually being honest*

Stan Marsh

*Stan raises his brows, looking a bit impressed* Really. Well. Wow. Not that long ago, then.

Evan Issac

It's not the same one. Not that it mattered anyway... *seems more disappointed than usual*

Stan Marsh

Well. Hey, did he know you at all? I mean, you were texting, right. *gestures somewhat to where Evan had slipped his phone away*

Evan Issac

*shakes his head* No. I just messaged him out of the blue.

Stan Marsh

So, he doesn't know you.

Evan Issac

Yeah. *more morose than usual*

Stan Marsh

Well...is he like you remembered him? *sort of leans in against his arms*

Evan Issac

To a T... *feels beyond awkward that he's actually opening up about this with Stan*

Stan Marsh

Well then. Go get him. *Stan gave a vague wave*

Evan Issac

*tenses considerably* Is this another one of your attempts at humor?

Stan Marsh

*Stan raises his brows* Nope. Serious, dude.

Evan Issac

I don't do that faggotry. Monogamy is for conformists.

Stan Marsh

Hey, it worked with you guys once. *Stan points out*

Evan Issac

Says who? *defensive* Everything always fades and always dies.

Stan Marsh

Well...says the phone you keep using to text him. *nods again vaguely to where Evan had put his phone away*

Evan Issac

All I did was talk to him to see if he was the same. That's all.

Stan Marsh

Yep. And he is. So. *he gestures again* Go after him.

Evan Issac

Same as in from my world. He's not. So I'm not going to drag him down into the dirt. *not comfortable at all*

Stan Marsh

*Stan looks up, actually looking a bit taken aback. He pauses on a frown, looking uncertain at Evan*....Hold on. You're. You're protecting him.

Evan Issac

No. *his voice is flat and his face is ever stoic* Now you're really high on your sunshine fairy tales.

Stan Marsh

*Stan prods a finger in the other's direction,* You. Really like this guy.

Evan Issac

*doesn't like how Stan's reading him* I don't believe in any of that bullshit.

Stan Marsh

Well. He must've liked you. *Sort of concludes, still leaning against the table top,* And. Hell. It's sweet you'd think of him, man. But maybe you should leave that up to him. *raises brows expectantly*

Evan Issac

*rubs his temples, beginning to get a major headache* Just drop it, sunshine.

Stan Marsh

*He shrugs* Alright, okay. But just saying. Maybe going after him could be the right move.

Evan Issac

Goths don't go after people like faggy fairy tale princes, sunshine. *feels like he's almost castigating Stan like he would when he was Raven and attempting to be goth* Get us some more drinks.

Stan Marsh

*obligingly, for Stan's part, he leans back and waved a hand for a waitress to head over* And yea, well. Not sure if I really see him as a fairy tale price, honestly. But what can it harm?

Evan Issac

Who can it harm: Dylan. *very pointedly says the teen's name* My aim is to numb his pain. Not inflict more. He's possessive, even though he knows monogamy is shit and so are relationships.

Stan Marsh

*Stan shrugs* You never seemed this...*he gave another hand wave*...uh, attached? Emotional? With Dylan, to be honest with you.

Evan Issac

Those are sentiments I stay away from. I live as if everything's over. *waitress takes their order and promtply goes to retrieve the drinks*

Stan Marsh

Is that why you don't want to go after Schwartz? *Stan nods to the waitress, ordering his own drink*

Evan Issac

Stop fucking saying that. *rests his head on the table, sulking about the matter*

Stan Marsh

Well. Maybe you do give those sentaments about him...*leaning back* Just sort of saying, man. To be honest, yours and Dylan's relationship always just seemed...less of a relationship and more numbing of pain.

Evan Issac

You're not saying; you're insinuating. *keeps his head down, unable to even muster the energy to glare at Stan* How astute of you. That's because it was never a relationship and only about numbing pain. I don't have relationships. That's for Hallmark cards.

Stan Marsh

*He shrugs, again.* I guess. But you also don't protect people from yourself either.

Evan Issac

How do you know me so well all of a sudden? *kicks Stan in the shin from under the table while keeping his head down*

Stan Marsh

*hisses, leg automatically hitting the bottom of the tabletop by the knee, the boy rubbing against it with one hand* Well. I've had time. *He grits out, albeit it's in his usual cynical tone of voice rather than anything bitter*

Evan Issac

*remains on the table, quiet as the waitress sets down their drinks. He speaks again after she leaves* What do you think you are to me, you fucker?

Stan Marsh

Me? *he grits, still rubbing his leg* Nothing, why.

Evan Issac

That's the most nonconformist thing that's come out of your trap all night. *finally straightens and lifts his glass* To oblivion and the nightmare city of R'lyeh.

Stan Marsh

*snorts.* To oblivion and the nightmare city of R'lyeh? Really?

Evan Issac

Yeah. Now cheers before I find a bottle to twist in your face.

Stan Marsh

*grins just slightly, raising his drink to the other*

Evan Issac

*knocks his glass lightly with Stan's before taking a much needed drink*

Stan Marsh

*Stan joins in, downing the whiskey with ease*

Evan Issac

*keeps up with Stan, putting the empty glass down once they're finished, the booze burning some in his throat* You really drink how I used to drink all the time.

Stan Marsh

*lets the glass hit the tabletop, glancing up and over to the other* Hmm? Yea, I...wouldn't recommend it.

Evan Issac

It's an observation. And it already happened in the past, sunshine. *draws a Gaga stick from his pack and lights up, taking a few puffs* Do you know if they have any other fucking brands of cigarettes here?

Stan Marsh

They do--actually. You're in luck. *Stan's looking down now at his glass, sort of tilting it despite there being no alcohol, as if vaguely thinking on Evan's words.* Though I'm pretty sure it's just things like Gaga Sticks. Pop idol names, weird ass flavors. Christophe's probably the guy to ask about all of that.

Evan Issac

Well, maybe there's an Evan brand if we're as fucking big as you say. And maybe they'll be a cheap immitation of Djarum Blacks. *takes another puff and taps ash into a nearby tray on the table*

Stan Marsh

*He shrugs* Maybe. The other guys would certainly be happier, even if they were smoking something named after you. *He grins lightly, leaning back in his chair again to wave over the waitress for more drinks*

Evan Issac

Maybe I'll subject myself to the cesspool of greedy corporations and browse for that very thing. *the waitress comes by quickly, prompt and seeming startruck by them*

Stan Marsh

*Stan thanks her as she hands them two more drinks, shifting his glass slightly on the table* Well, you never know. Better be before this weekend, I guess, with that whole actual Bieber Fest thing going on. *He frowns a little, as if on a particular thought*

Evan Issac

Why does it matter since I left your faggy band? *sips at the whiskey, slower for now*

Stan Marsh

You don't think we're passing up a chance here. *He speaks pretty quietly, sort of more to himself seemingly, as if on an off thought*

Evan Issac

What? Something tells me you're going to be ambitious, and that is a waste of time.

Stan Marsh

*glances up, as if still thinking about something, biting down.*....Yea. *On that short word, he looks off against the table top, as if more in a serious note,* Well. Yea, I guess. *He doesn't sound like he's doing more than dismissing Evan, picking the glass up from the table and downing it all in one go*

Evan Issac

You're not going to escape. *staring directly into Stan's gaze*

Stan Marsh

*Stan snorts, actually laughing slightly* Escape? *He grins, messing offhandedly with the glass and looking back at Evan clearly, despite the alcohol thick in his system* No, no...no, not escape.

Evan Issac

*takes a large swig, half of his glass empty* I thought that was your hair-brained scheme. Or are you talking for the cameras or whatever the fuck?

Stan Marsh

*Stan looks off, shaking his head, still on a slight grin.*

Evan Issac

Then spit it out, sunshine. *taps the tip of his boot against Stan's shoe*

Stan Marsh

*Stan looks up again, tilting his head to the side* It's our first chance to meet Justin Beiber and Sadaam face to face.

Evan Issac

Oh. You care about that? *leans back and finishes off his drink, setting it down on the table* Should have known. You have a hard-on for every issue.

Stan Marsh

*Stan rubs his face, pinching his nose at the end before seemingly mustering enough to really look back at Evan.* Yea. Our maybe only. Chance. To meet the supreme ruler. *He was still looking at Evan, rather seriously, gravely.*

Evan Issac

Yeah. If hope wasn't dead, I'd hope for Cthulu to show up again. *really doesn't care, even if Stan is trying to be subtle and if he gets the other into trouble*

Stan Marsh

*After a second or two Stan eventually gives up, shrugging.* ...Yea, figured you would.

Evan Issac

Just shut up and listen to the piano music.

Stan Marsh

Eh. Little touchy, aren't we? *winces slightly, waving the waitress over again for more to drink but seemingly looking like it's finally all hitting him*

Evan Issac

*the waitress obliges them and gives them more whiskey before padding off to admire them from afar* Aiming to slip into a coma before the show, sunshine? You have a propensity for shit like that.

Stan Marsh

*Stan snorts slightly, bringing the glass, albeit it tips a little, back to his lips* It's not till Saturday dude, whatever.

Evan Issac

Keep drinking and you will. You might make me jealous if you die before me. *sips at his own drink, also starting to feel the effects*

Stan Marsh

*Stan frowns, looking a little affronted* Die from what? Drinking? *He sounds as if dismissing Evan, again, finishing his glass off*

Evan Issac

Yeah. The day you take it too far. *while stoic, it sounds a little cryptic, and he swirls the liquid in his glass some, watching it*

Stan Marsh

*Stan shrugs, still seemingly dismissing this comment and, as if in a front of how unseriously he took this advice, he waved the waitress over once again for more drinks* Yea, well. Guess we all have to die someday.

Evan Issac

The tragedy is that we don't die sooner. *still nursing his drink, and the waitress helps Stan* Why not ask for a whole fucking bottle, sunshine?

Stan Marsh

Well. I think I'll stay alive while I can, thanks. *he thanks the waitress as she goes to get more drinks and turns back to Evan, sort of dully pulling the large flask from inside his jacket and shaking it slightly* And hey. That's what this is for, isn't it. *The waitress hurries back, setting more drinks on the table.*

Evan Issac

You sure you don't want the rest of my drink while you're at it? You're going to turn into a drunken cockslut again. *sips at his, only about a fourth left*

Stan Marsh

*Stan actually chokes on his drink fairly hard, coughing against the tabletop, his eyes finding Evan's face, eyes dark and attempting on sharp anger beneath his currently growing drunken haze. He really didn't need to speak to relate what it was his message was.*

Evan Issac

*a small smirk finds his lips. This is what he is partial to--Stan being the one that's uncomfortable. He starts unlacing his boot from under the table after he finishes his drink*

Stan Marsh

*Stan bows his head again, eyes still dark even as he gently picks up the glass and continues to drink, albeit not in a showy swig like seconds before*

Evan Issac

*once it's unlaced, he slips his foot out of his boot. With his long leg, his sock-covered foot is easily able to brush against Stan's crotch, lightly kneading the other's dick with his foot, staring at him all the while*

Stan Marsh

*Again Stan chokes on a sharp intake of breath, this time leaping to his feet fast enough that the chair he was sitting on falls over and, while drunk, he himself nearly falls over, staggering and placing his hands on the table for support; face flushed red and gaze back to a furious kind of livid.*

Evan Issac

What? *keeps staring at Stan, eyes burning into the other's with utmost intensity*

Stan Marsh

*His face was still ridiculously red and staggering, Stan pushes himself to his feet, swaying while grabbing for his bag he'd let drop against his chair.*

Evan Issac

Going somewhere?

*remains seated*

Stan Marsh

*He takes a breath, still fumbling with his bag,* Well, hey, that's the general plan.

Evan Issac

Such a strategist. Alright, get the fuck on out of here, sunshine.

Stan Marsh

*Stan does his best on steadying himself, and well, working the fuck away the physical problem Evan had already started. After realizing, and drunk, he slipped back down into the chair suddenly, nearly missing the chair.* I...give me a second. *instead he threw his bag onto the tabletop*

Evan Issac

You sure you don't need a few minutes instead? *rests his foot on Stan's thigh, dangerously close to that region*

Stan Marsh

*Stan winces, and as if on a loop his body's shaking, face going even more red whether from the embaresment in what was happening or his anger it was hard to tell.* Yea, I'm pretty sure.

Evan Issac

Why don't you just fucking relax, sunshine? You're trembling. *his foot dips into that region, brushing against Stan yet again*

Stan Marsh

*Stan grunts, on a jerk of a reaction his head pressing to the counter face first, fists gripped against him, biting down.* Evan. *He whispers harshly and brings a trembling fist loose to push the other boy's foot off almost as if in a panic*

Evan Issac

It's pretty hardcore when you say my name like that. *staring after Stan in a totally lecherous way, though his foot falls back to the floor* This is the part where you give me a key to your room.

Stan Marsh

*Stan looks even more heated, his fist beside him, clenched hard; attempting to glance up on a second of disbelief, albeit it's subtracted somewhat from the glaze on his eyes.* W...-what?

Evan Issac

You heard me. Stop playing dumb. *trails his foot up and down Stan's calf in a sensual manner*

Stan Marsh

*bites down hard on reaction, and again his head is straight back against the counter with a hitched breath, face still hot.* That, hah--*He shut his eyes, hard,* No.

Evan Issac

*takes a pen out of his pocket and suddenly grabs Stan's right hand. He uncurls the teen's fist with his spindly fingers. Once he has a flat palm, he writes his room number there* When you graduate from cocktease to cockslut, you'll know where to find me. *puts the pen back and then pulls his boot back on, doing up the lace again*

Stan Marsh

*Stan takes a few deep breaths, staring in a daze at the place Evan had written his room number. On the second, he took a few more breaths, burying his forehead hard back against the cool tabletop, clenching and unclenching his hand at his side as if to help him regain some form of sensibility. He breathes the words barely, not even sure Evan heard them when he spoke.* Screw. You.

Evan Issac

I doubt it will happen that way. *there's a hint of triumph in his usual monotone. He finishes his boot and stands from the table, somewhat unsteady. Not bothering with the bill they racked up, he heads out gracelessly towards the door*

Stan Marsh

*Stan clenches his fists, gritting his teeth harder on the comment, however not looking up even as Evan wandered off. It takes far too long for him to regain his composure and when he does he ends up feeling more frustrated, angry and pissed off than before. Stan, for his part, waits rigidly at the bar, only occasionally rubbing distracted, incredibly aggravated at the palm of his hand, taking in for more drinks.*

Evan Issac