#transienttutor

[[The doors stand close, looming and kinda greasy for when dem boys am arrive]]

DAVENFORTH: -HOL UP. We dem boyz.-

ROXANNE: -That us.-

DEREK: -looks the door over. huh.- We just bustin in?

ROXANNE: Looks weak enough like we could if we gotta'.

DAVENFORTH: Im takin my house back -He gonna kick it open-

DEREK: -SUCK MY DRAGON BALLZ BITCH CALL ME GOKU-

[[the door is so greasy and so easy to open that if Davenforth isn't carefull that kicking could make him fall into a full split]]

[[Upon entering the newly decked out captial of pimposity they will be faced with an intricate maze of mirrors. Oooooh aaaaah.... how annoying]]

ROXANNE: -Makes a face.- This shit is dizzying.

ROXANNE: Also ya'know always thought i wanted to visit the white house until now.

DAVENFORTH: -Takes off his mask and ventures in-

DAVENFORTH: I mean honestly fuck the white house but yeah it aint deserve all this

ROXANNE: -Walking in.- So weapons out now, or nah?

DEREK: -THE SWORD ALREADY OUT- ...

DAVENFORTH: -He brought rebellion for this one-

[[To be honest it's all kind of bullshit. And to make it bullshittier almost immediately there's already there’s some lanky cackling human slipping between the walls with TWO SWORDS. He flips them all around like crazy while laughing maniacally. This is the host. Where are your tickets?]]

ROXANNE: -Thats all the okay she needs, say hello to her semi-automatic, and a belt of reloads.-

ROXANNE: Mmm.

DEREK: -pretty hot roxanne. ngl.-

DEREK: ... Bro you need to chill.

ROXANNE: -Thanks, she tries.-

DAVENFORTH: Real talk

DAVENFORTH: How much you wanna bet ro pegs this motherfucker one shot

2SWRD: =Tazmanian devil noises, this is his real talk. He stammers and points a sword at them... they're tapped to his hands=

DAVENFORTH: Seriously

ROXANNE: Better at long distance but I got somethin' for this, one sec. -Shoulders the riffle and decaptcha's the hand gun she got from Eridan. Shes been practicing with this one too.-

DAVENFORTH: Kinda hot roro

ROXANNE: -There is very little time before getting it and then she is firing two shots at sword guy.-

2SWRD: =CLANG CLANG, looks like he knows how to use those swords... look out he's pointy and a banoodle and oh yeah he's in a thong with full body paint. Fellas, lady. Your welcome. SWINGS SORDS=

ROXANNE: -Gdi.-

ROXANNE: -So many levels of uncomfortable with this guy.-

DAVENFORTH: This voldo ass motherfuck well looks like its my turn -Raises his shades for a split second and winks at Rox before charging at this bitch and stabbing at him-

ROXANNE: -Shoots him a brief smile for that, but she is still internally so many levels of "Fuuuck this."- Fuck 'em up.

DAVENFORTH: Just gonna warm em up roro this is a team effort after all dont you tag team

2SWRD: !??!!?!?! =MORE TAZ NOISES, Crosses swords with Davenforth and raspberries nasty spittle into his face while gibberish speaking=

DAVENFORTH: -GROSS MY GUY. Tries to push him back.-

2SWRD: =He is a lanky thing so he gets shoved back pretty easy. Stops. Turns. Runs arms flailing into the white house. Making siren noises=

DAVENFORTH: Uh

ROXANNE: -Can she shoot him now?? Shes gonna try, POW.-

DEREK: Bitch. Wheres he think hes goin?

[[You can see his many reflections on the mirrors, if he doesn't get too far at least]]

DEREK: ... -starts breaking mirrors near him with the hilt of his sword-

DAVENFORTH: -Same tho-

[[The bullet crashes through the mirrors and now with other mirrors being broken the sirens stop]]

DAVENFORTH: I meant three shots

ROXANNE: Damn.

ROXANNE: Well thanks for the confidence anyways.

DAVENFORTH: You got the next one babygirl

ROXANNE: -Steps further in and smashes one of the mirrors with her boot clad foot. Feels good destroying government property.-

DEREK: Fuck yeah.

DEREK: -advances, smashing up mirrors as he goes-

[[They clear out the mirrors to a certain point but the deeper into the maze the mirrors seem to go liquidy then completely clear and watery. A troll woman strides out of the shimmery surface and steps down onto the floor. Her gown and hair are flowing in a way that's so effortless but probably has some effort to it and she just stares at these three bozos.]]

ANGSTGTH: =Sigh=

ROXANNE: -Um.-

DEREK: Oh shit its Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way.

DAVENFORTH: Fucking preps

ROXANNE: -SNRK.- Wow.

ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= yOUr outDAted meMes aRe so.....

ANGSTGTH: =gurgles= grOdy

ANGSTGTH: guEss yOu goTta, lIKe... dIe. or whaTEver =SIGHHHHH=

ROXANNE: Us grody? Ya' seen the whole capital lately?

ANGSTGTH: uGh yEs

ANGSTGTH: eVRy dAy

DAVENFORTH: -Captchas Rebellion and pulls out his sword that matches his brothers.-

ANGSTGTH: =UGHH=

DAVENFORTH: Whats the chances of you fuckin off and lettin us through you dont have to expend effort or die and i keep my suit clean fair trade

ANGSTGTH: =Tsks=

ANGSTGTH: uGh wELl i mEAn

ANGSTGTH: i prETty mUCh gEt... nOt suCky benEFits???

ANGSTGTH: so.... yEAh...

ANGSTGTH: anYWay.....

ANGSTGTH: =holds her crystal ball and it glows hotly before shooting WHITE HOT or... red hot or blue hot.... rainbow beams of light at them. Fires her laser=

DAVENFORTH: -Jet noise as he flips out the way-

ROXANNE: -Thats really cool, but also really deadly. She's gonna duck.-

DEREK: -oh shit, he zips out of the way too. damn magical goths.-

ANGSTGTH: =SIGHHHSS= jUSt.... no..... =Just die, she wants to get back to brooding=

DAVENFORTH: -Flashsteps towards her but flips over her at the last minute, aiming a kick at her back-

ANGSTGTH: =DOOF, goes ragdolling into one of the mirrors= uuuuugGHhhhhhh

[[She disappears into the liquid silver, bloop]]

ROXANNE: Nice shot. But also what the fuck? -How she do that.-

ANGSTGTH: =The same way she emerges from another one, shooting bright yellow heat beams at Davenforth= rUDe uGh i lIKE

ANGSTGTH: waSHed tHIS, iT's a pAIn to lauNder hERe =gurgles=

DEREK: Oh damn.

DAVENFORTH: -Backflipping for his GODDAMN LIFE-

ROXANNE: -Its rude to shoot beams at people. Although now that there is distance between her and Davenforth, Roxanne is shooting to disarm her of the use of her arms, how do you like bullets heading for your shoulder.-

ANGSTGTH: =They suck like.... big time=

ANGSTGTH: =Her shoulder jerks and she winces, clenching teeth atthe bullet in the shoulder= my tOp UUGGGGGHHHHH, i cAN't croTChet lIKE tHIS

ANGSTGTH: gOd

ANGSTGTH: =lifts her uninjured arm charges up the crystal ball here comes a rainbow fire party everywhere but directly under it=

ROXANNE: -WELP.-

DAVENFORTH: Sorry ro -Flips and FLINGS Roxanne towards the girl. He's gonna....try and dodge this fuckery with flashsteps????-

ROXANNE: -DUDE.-

ANGSTGTH: =WHY? HER PERSONAL SPACE?? Doof! That startles her enough that the crystal ball goes wobbling out of her hands= oh my gOOOOOOOOOOOOOd! =Today is just... #TheWorst=

ROXANNE: -But also sort of thanks. well if she is going to be anywhere in proximity shes going clubbing with the butt of her hand gun.-

ROXANNE: -NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR BAD DAY LADY.-

ANGSTGTH: =AND she's hit in the face? RUDE.=

ROXANNE: -B)-

DEREK: -oh shit, slides to snatch up the crystal ball as it rolls away, after he TOO flash steps around the fuckery. assuming it doesn't just break...-

[[The ball doesn't break, it's just hecka warm. Meanwhile her mirrors are still liquidy and glowing and she's laying on the ground. Today. BLOWS.]]

ROXANNE: -Gently kicks her with her foot.- 'Kay that went alright.

DEREK: Ooo fuck hot potato. -bounces it between his hands a couple times before he sticks it into his sylladex.-

DAVENFORTH: -Skids to a halt, panting a little.- Alright lets go

ROXANNE: -Causally reloads.-

ANGSTGTH: uGh yOUr shOes aRe diRty sTOp >:(

ANGSTGTH: nooooooooooo UGGGHHHHHHH

ANGSTGTH: =Sighs and lays here, reciting poetry about her shitty day=

ROXANNE: What about goth girl here. -Doof punt pow. Keeps sticking her foot on her.-

ANGSTGTH: MMNNGNGNGNNG

DAVENFORTH: -Walks over and poises his blade over her face.- Occupational hazard

ROXANNE: -She backs up, hands up, giving Davenforth the space.-

ANGSTGTH: =SIGH= i mean =shrugs on arm= yEAh

DAVENFORTH: -Doesn't think about it, just stabs down. Then he lifts it back up, walking forward like nothing happened.-

[[DED]]

ROXANNE: -Gonna try not to commit that image to memory. Store it away for later, Roxanne.- .............

ROXANNE: -Cool shes good lets roll.-

DEREK: -whoops, he doesn't seem all that phased by this. it's almost like they've done this shit before.-

DAVENFORTH: Fuckin annoying holy shit -He keeps pressing forward-

ROXANNE: Mhm. How many of this side show freaks ya' think we gonna' run into?

DAVENFORTH: As many as we gotta put in a casket i guess

[[Here they are.... The end of the maze and an arch to even celebrate that. How simple..... TOO SIMPLE. Or it’s just simple.One thing’s for sure it’s dusty as hell over there. Do they not sweep here? Probably not.]]

DAVENFORTH: All this shit and still no housekeeping unbelievable i bet barack is turning in his grave

ROXANNE: Where are the standards.

[[There are none]]

ROXANNE: -Terrible. Where is the nation's pride.-

[[There is none]]

DAVENFORTH: -It never had it-

DEREK: -shimmies thru the arch... expecting confetti... or some kind of indiana jones style booby trap.-

DAVENFORTH: -Walks through-

ROXANNE: -Shes going through last.-

[[It’s never that easy, let’s be honest here. As soon as they get closer the arch starts to waiver and then SPLATS onto the ground making a mess of water onto the dust that was on the floor. They will get wet.]]

ROXANNE: -W hy.-

[[Party]]

DAVENFORTH: ! -Jumps away-

ROXANNE: Eugh. This hole place makes me feel like im on drugs.

DAVENFORTH: You think this is what bein on drugs is like

DAVENFORTH: Kinda close

ROXANNE: 'Dunno never did any.

[[ The dust absorbs the water and builds up. It bubbles ominously and from the muddy slime googly-eyed skitter critters start to emerge. Damn. Those are some big seamonkeys.]]

DEREK: Well I know what were doin when we get outta here.

DAVENFORTH: Okay nevermind definitely like what being on drugs is like

DEREK: …

DEREK: Huh.

ROXANNE: Im too old for-- .........jeez.

[[They look slimy and crawl over each other, skitter critters. Like giant beetle/crossed silverfish]]

DAVENFORTH: What the fuck actually

[[Clickity clackity bug noises as they climb all over the walls and on the floor. If y'all thought roach problems were bad here comes the monkeys]]

ROXANNE: This is hell. -Okay switching to the big gun for this, strapping the hand gun on her belt and taking the safety off her rifle.-

DAVENFORTH: Im pretty sure youre right about that -Eyeing these creatures and their surroundings. -

ROXANNE: -Shes gonna test popping one right between its many eyes. Please let it be that simple.-

[[Thery're here to crawl right up your leg Davenforth. Also Roxanne does shoot and kill it. It gurgle clicks into a mound of slime and releases a cloud of noxious gas that'll make any sniffers dizzy. The slime is thick and slippery. They're not even attacking. They just exist and crawl around]]

DAVENFORTH: -EUGH. He kicks them off and starts backtracking away, until he gets a whiff. Trips and stumbles behind Roxanne.-

ROXANNE: -Finally she kills in one hit. Thank god. Except there is no god, not here.-

ROXANNE: About damn ti--nngnh. -Woah head rush. Shes quickly covering her mouth and nose.-

[[The more these critters crawl the slimier the floors and walls get, the slime faintly has that smell effect but as it builds up the scent gets stronger.]]

DEREK: -covers his mouth quickly before he catches too big of a WHIFF but mmmmmnnggg. this is getting hairy as the fumes spread... he grabs his wobbly brother with his free hand, and while he still has coordination, shoves him across the slime down the end of the hall. IT'S LIKE A WATER SLIDE, DAVE. HAVE FUN.-

DAVENFORTH: What the fu--- -Goes sliding past all these slimy heckers.-

[[WHEEEEE, he's too fast for the bugs, they're not even worried about him. They're just being adorable sea monkeys]]

ROXANNE: -They would be cute if they didnt stink.-

DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and shakes his head. Pulling himself up. Looks back at Derek and Roxanne.- What the shit are you doing asshole

DEREK: -JUST OK HANDS AT HIM. you got this. meanwhile, he's starting to cough too.-

DAVENFORTH: DEREK

[[Fumes: Are noxious]]

ROXANNE: -She got to put the safety on her gone shes too dizzy for this shit. Also fuck standing, Derek mind if she leans on you a bit.-

ROXANNE: Fuckin'..

ROXANNE: Gotta' get over there.

DEREK: -wheeze. hooks an arm around roxanne's waist to support her and waves the other arm at dave.- BITCH MOVE.

DAVENFORTH: You shittin me right now youre in the middle of a fucking stank cloud

KURLOZ: =Walks up behind Derek and Roxanne. Looking Davenforth in the eyes=

KURLOZ: 👍

ROXANNE: -Wow because thats not creepy.-

DAVENFORTH: -Has he seen this clown before?-

KURLOZ: =At the college, he organized them arriving there. Your welcome=

DAVENFORTH: -You bitch-

KURLOZ: =Taps Derek on the shoulder, and will support his weight if need be. Move your meat sack before you pass out and he isn't hoisting anyone tbh=

DAVENFORTH: You die im kicking your fucking ass twice over -Ugh. he keeps running. Guess the Oval office is soon.-

ROXANNE: -Clown bro how are you not suffering from the gas.-

KURLOZ: =He doesn't breathe, easy= :o)

KURLOZ: =Nods and is gonna guide them on outta there to fresh air=

ROXANNE: -Also wraps an arm around Derek, they will stay up together dammit. What do we say to death, not today.-

ROXANNE: -Also nudges him to move his ass.-

DAVENFORTH: -Nyooming down the hallway.-

[[The Oval Office is trashed with graffiti, the presidential seal on the floor updated with the ICP logo. There are discarded Faygo bottles everywhere. There’s also just magical STARDUST piled up on the desk and on the floor. There’s also this BITCHIN spiral staircase to the roof]]

DAVENFORTH: -Stops to take a selfie.-

DEREK: -HE'S NUDGED.- Aight Im movin Im moooovin. -MOVES. WOBBILY. but he glances back at where his brother was. he didn't want him to do this alone... he don't trust that motherfucker to NOT do something stupid.-

DAVENFORTH: -Heads on up that staircase-

ROXANNE: -Stop talking and breathing you DINGUS. Shes still dizzy as fuck but shes doing her best to guide them after the clown. Also yeah she is also really worried about Davenforth...-

ROXANNE: -For once please dont be an arrogant bastard, friend.-

DAVENFORTH: -Literally no guarantees-

ROXANNE: -Dont.-

DAVENFORTH: -8)-

[[The higher he ascends the stairs the more obviously he can hear the sound of beat boxing and fresh, muffled lyrics. The smell of Faygo is stale and sickeningly sweet. Gritty special stardust leaves a trail and once he gets up there... there they are. Jamming away]]

SHAGGY: =Check his baggy jorts, check his high white socks, check his Polo slippers and probably blank white eyes maybe. Or is that the stardust in the air Homeboiiii =

VIOLENT J: -everything was blue... his jorts, his jants, his japris...-

VIOLENT J: -but there is definitely something extra unsettling about this pair as they slam back this wicked elixer. the larger of the two wipes away the sugar liquid dribbling down his chin with an ashen pale arm, trashy tats glowing with some weird energy. discarding the half consumed bottle, he turns to davenforth with blank eyes framed by pitch black makeup.-

VIOLENT J: WELL SHIT LOOK WHO'S PUNK ASS DECIDED TO SHOW UP?? THIS RICH BITCH.

SHAGGY: UH OH FUCKO JAY. THE MAD MEDIA SHIT TALKIN, STALKIN BITCHASS DUDE GOT BALLS. SHAGGY: FOR NOW, BUT NOT LONG.

DAVENFORTH: -Rests his blade on his shoulder.- Wow just wow im impressed honestly

DAVENFORTH: Tell me guys

DAVENFORTH: Howd yall manage to look even less threatening in real life thats a real talent honestly

VIOLENT J: -belly laughs with an unsettling, undernatural kind of growl underlying it.- HOMIE AIN'T AS CLEVER IN PERSON. YOU THINK HIS SPOILED ASS HAVE SOME BITCH WRITING HIS TWEETS FOR HIM OR SOMETHING???

SHAGGY: YO, WHAT YOU TALKIN ABOUT HE IS THE BITCH! =Laughs, it's gurgling and layered while taking one last swig of his elixer=

DAVENFORTH: Spoiled aww come on we all cant live in the lap of luxury getting raised by wild dogs in the midwest -He's eying them, studying them and this fucking...what the fuck is this glowy bullshit anyway.-

DAVENFORTH: Losin your virginity to an ear of corn man that must have been wild times

SHAGGY: DON'T STALL YO. CAME UP HERE WITH A PAIR THEN YOU TREMBLED EM DOWN YOUR PANTS SUIT, FUCK! SHAGGY: TIME'S IS WILDIN OUT, COME GET YOUR WHOOPINS MONEYBAGS.

DAVENFORTH: -He smirks- Youre gonna feel this pair on your forehead before this is said and done with

DAVENFORTH: Be useful and hold this for me -He chucks his sword at Shaggy and flashsteps out of view, appearing behind Violent J, removing his suit jacket and trying to throw it over his head.-

SHAGGY: =Thats a sword incoming hot, spins his arm up and suddenly long, dark and shiny ropes are in his palm. He spins them and jams his ass on out the way. Whipping the ropes on over for them ankles my man. He gon latch=

DAVENFORTH: -Oh what the fuck. That sure is a rope latching around his ankle. He's got barely enough time to draw his pistols from his strife specibi. Tries to get off a shot or two before whatever is about to happen.-

SHAGGY: =If Davenforth looks down, he'll see the rope is Shaggy's greasy, lopped off dreads. Longer.... stronger, gettin their friction onger=

VIOLENT J: -damn, man. this is the nicest thing he's ever worn on his body. it's easy enough to dispose of, turning to throw this jacket back around dave's neck. the combob of jacket and dreads is intended to push and pull him down to the ground.-

DAVENFORTH: -Oh fuck! He lets out a strangled noise. Yeah okay, breath is suddenly hard to come by, he misses that commodity. Alright new target. He aims his pistols at Violent J's face, letting out a flurry of bullets.-

VIOLENT J: -TAKES A WHOLE BUNCH OF LEAD TO THE FACE... which, realistically, should kill a bitch dead. but instead he just... staggers, touching at bullet peppered face paint .- DAMN! FUCKOOOFFFF!

DAVENFORTH: -Tries to slip his own jacket from around his neck-

SHAGGY: =It's okay man bro he got you= YO, YOUR PAINT JAY. HOLD UP! =Snags ropes again and is going to flail and body slam Davenforth on the WhiteHouse Helepad. TARGET CENTRAL YO=

VIOLENT J: OHHHHH SPLASHED! -says while face... oozes...-

DAVENFORTH: -Pain shoots through his body and he lets out a pained noise. What the FUCK man? He's trying to shoot at Shaggy now, to get his legs free.-

SHAGGY: =NOT HIS JORTS, he takes many bullets. One to the knee and stumbles. Davenforth can feel the greasy dreadlocks writhe and squirm in pain as he does so. But they loosen=

DAVENFORTH: -He pulls his feet free, tumbling back and taking the time to reload. Eyes his sword. Starts flash stepping around and peppering them with bullets to confuse them.-

VIOLENT J: -wobbles around rather comically. WhOoOOOOoOOA!!! the bullets are disorienting and he's taking a few hits, but it doesn't seem to be doing much to him... he just keeps oooozing from the wounds.- THIS BITCH IS SLIPPERY!

SHAGGY: =He's not really looking any better, a frustrated wet sound bubbling up in side him as he leaks.= THEN LET'S GET SLIPERRYIER! =Whips the dreads again then slams them on the ground and they branch out wildly in different directions. Where's your feetsies Dave=

DAVENFORTH: -NAH FAM. Stows his pistols and whips past his sword, hupping it up and slashing wildly at dread vines. Don't you fuckers play videogames?-

VIOLENT J: -ONLY BACKYARD WRESTLING 2: THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD-

DAVENFORTH: -GOD DAMMIT-

SHAGGY: =Speaking of the dreads leave grease all on that sword but also here comes this lanky motherfucker, he's coughing up vicous fluids but not befor he tries for a good grip On Davenforth, are y'all ready for this?=

DAVENFORTH: -Are ya ready kids? He EXPLODES forward, propelling this grease ass sword at Shaggy again and trying to slide under this gross bile. He knew y'all bitches was sticky, but greasy too? HELL NAW-

SHAGGY: =SHUNK, he gets stuck with the sword and laughs giddily spilling all kinds of sloppy fluids while this sord protrudes from his lanky frame=

VIOLENT J: -time to tag team this shit again. he's RUNNIN' IN to grab dave from behind. they're all slippery now... but if he can get a grip, he's taking him to suplex city.-

SHAGGY: =Its a sammich=

DAVENFORTH: -Tfw you thought you were sliding home free but some fat clown motherfucker decides nah you out. There's a slight crunch as Davenforth is suplexed. he lets out a groan as the world spins for a bit, but it's not too long before he's trying to recover, get to his feet so he can plan his next attack.-

SHAGGY: =Will he get that plan though? Here comes a chest slap, look alive vulnerable human. That AND he's rockin a sword better than you could. DAMN=

DAVENFORTH: -DOOF! Grabs the hilt and drives it DEEPER, then tries to force it upward, all the while they're slipping across the roof.-

SHAGGY: =HRK! SPLORTS more nasty fluids on Davenforth as they slip, the sword is inching upward that's for sure and he's gonna try to drive them right to the edge= CAN YOU SURVIVE THE BIGGEST BASS DROP IN HISTORY PLAYBOY? =His voice even more distorted and offkey with itself=

DAVENFORTH: -Smirks at him- Fuckin drop it -Jumps and flips over him, yanking the sword out, and as he's twirling overhead opens his legs and rubs his nuts ALL ON HIS FOREHEAD. When he lands he slices at his neck. Give him the top first.-

SHAGGY: =There goes the sword and also his neck he done gets sliced=

DAVENFORTH: -Catches that head in his sylladex casually-

VIOLENT J: -OH FUCK!!! ok, he's not laughing anymore. his face twists with paint and ooze and rage, running at dave with beefy arms ready to clothesline.-

DAVENFORTH: -That's a lot of big coming at him all at once.- Oh shit big babys mad DAVENFORTH: -Tries to duck and slice at that leg-

VIOLENT J: -well if he's gonna try THAT then he's just gonna jump to tackle him instead.-

DAVENFORTH: -My guy. MY DUDE. BOOMF! Davenforth groans as he's just crushed by this meaty oozey mother fuck. He's pretty sure he heard something crack. Not sure on who but it happened....-

VIOLENT J: -he's about to hear something ELSE crack. time for a good old fashioned beat down, fists 2 face.-

DAVENFORTH: -OOF OOF OOF OOF. His face is just eating these blows like sunday brunch and his glasses crack. He's not bein a bitch tho, trying to throw his own blows back.-

ROXANNE: -Fresh air had done wonders for her head, it was killing her but at least she could see straight. See straight enough to drag herself to another roof top anyways. She meant it when she said she was going to cover these boy's asses, Davenforth doesnt get off the hook just because of noxious fumes.-

ROXANNE: -Shes had enough time to set herself up, finger steady on the trigger, eye piercing through the scope. As much as it sucked to see Dave getting his face beat on, this was a great line up for a shot. Eat rounds, clown.-

ROXANNE: -Pulls the trigger and shoots a bullet for right between Violent J's eyes. Rest in rip.-

VIOLENT J: -that ninjette got him square in the noggin, and despite all the blows he's taken to the face, this one has his thrown back, off of dave and left a twitching mess. not quite dead -- but not quite

functioning

either. it's like he's trying to get back to his feet but can't quite make it without flailing. WHAT EVEN IS HE? MAN, MACHINE, SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY?? one thing is for certain, he's about to be DECEASED.-

ROXANNE: -Hes nasty thats what. She may also be quietly congratulating herself on shooting the juggalo president.-

DAVENFORTH: -Coughs and sputters up some blood, dragging his ass up standing. Goddamn, he must have one hell of a guardian angel. Everything is blurry, not quite right...oh shit is that sunlight? Maybe that's why his noggin hurts so much...well that and the tenderizing it received. At some point his sword left his hand, he scrambles for it, trying to steady himself. The broken frames on his face are thrown aside, his left eye scarred by broken glass but whatever. Despite the searing pain he focuses. His sword passes through J's neck like a hot knife through butter, and that's another skull in the dex. Everything looks like a JJ Abrams movie but he can tell everything's on fire, with no means of escape. Wheezing a bit and choking up another bloody loogie he leans on his sword. He's kinda fucked ain't he?-

DEREK: -NOT QUITE. thanks to clown intel about the white house layout, and after fighting through a few more bullshit obstacles, a slightly battered brother emerges from the stairwell a few moments later, zipping over so dave can lean on him instead.-

DEREK: Hey... Looks like I made it just in time. Convenient. -notices the sunglasses have been fucked up, so he offers up his own to place on dave's face instead. that's why he has them in the first place, after all.-

DAVENFORTH: -Leans heavily on Derek, wheezing a little. Thanks for the shades though, maybe the pain in his head will subside a little.- You asshole -Coughs a little bit more, spitting blood to the side-

DAVENFORTH: I knew you didnt want these hands

DAVENFORTH: So whats your brilliant escape plan

DEREK: Well we got a getaway vehicle waitin... Considering we arent being discreet anymore... Why not fly to them? -we both have to have hoverboards, come on...-

DAVENFORTH: -Wheeze laughs at that, except it causes him to cough a little more blood.- DAVENFORTH: Think i punctured somethin but sure why the fuck not wheres everyone else though

DEREK: Ridin around in an ice cream truck.

DEREK: -takes out the hoverboard and helps dave to stand on it with him- You good? Like your not gonna go flailing into the wind after we take off right?

DAVENFORTH: -Gives him a bloody grin- Come on dude what kind of scrub do you take me for these headless scrublords

DEREK: -snorts- Ok cool. -keeps a tight hold of him though... and then they nyoom, ice cream truck bound.-

DAVENFORTH: -See, look Qirin. He's alive!-

DEREK: -after some time passes and folks get patched up, derek's nestled into whatever spot he can find... probably wedged up against the wall next to the back doors of the truck.-

ROXANNE: -Same, shes held up in the back as well, feeling weary as fuck after all of that. But, despite it all, she still cant manage to even entertain the thought of sleep and so she just silent wipes the gross paint off her face.-

DEREK: -looks over at her, sitting up a little more.- How you holdin up?

ROXANNE: -Wordlessly gives him a thumbs up.-

ROXANNE: Good as im gonna' get.

QIRIN: =is just screaming internally about this eye, but she takes out qtips, rubbing alcohol, and some gd tweezers to get all the junk out of Davenforth's face.=

DAVENFORTH: -HISSES loudly at her-

ROXANNE: -Take your medicine, dude.-

DAVENFORTH: -JUST TAKE THE FUCKING EYE HOLY SHIT-

QIRIN: You realize if I do not do this, you could potentially lose vision in your eye?

DAVENFORTH: Fuck it call me patchy ill get over it

DEREK: -glances at them... ok so people are still getting patched up-

QIRIN: You realize if you lose vision in your eye, your depth perception will be off until you relearn how to fight?

DEREK: -looks back at roxanne- We made a pretty sweet team back there though.

DAVENFORTH: You dont relearn how to fight you just get used to fighting with shitty perception just like you get used fighting with a searing fucking migraine

DAVENFORTH: These glasses arent even prescription

ROXANNE: Yeah, guess we did. ROXANNE: first time tryin to assassinate anyone, think it went pretty alright.

DAVENFORTH: -He won't admit how sloppy it was. How sloppy HE was...-

QIRIN: I do believe you would prefer fighting with adequate perception rather than the shitty variety. =tries to get him to stay put= I am certain you will thank me later. =Brandishes her tweezers. They're patterned with Hello Kitty.=

DAVENFORTH: -He's staying put, just complaining A LOT. Is he being himself? Is he upset? Who knows. Qirin, Derek, and Lif probably do.-

DEREK: Yeah. DEREK: -glances at the floor- Sorry again for draggin yall into this.

ROXANNE: -She is pretty sure Davenforth is just upset because he got his face pounded by juggalo zombie freaks. Its completely understandable.- ROXANNE: Well its done now at least.

DAVENFORTH: -He's upset because usually he'd be able to take this on his own despite the bullshit and YET.-

QIRIN: =Good. Because she's going for a broken piece right now= QIRIN: =Chimes in though= No need. We all survived with minor injuries being the worst of it.

DAVENFORTH: -Mocks her voice- We were all able to survive with minor injuries excpet for you davenforth

QIRIN: :|

DAVENFORTH: -Grumbles-

DEREK: -glances from the floor to roxanne again and rubs at the back of his neck.- Yeah. DEREK: Thanks Ro.

ROXANNE: -Dude.-

QIRIN: I meant to say that minor is not on the verge of death considering our track record.

ROXANNE: -Stares at Davenforth's rudeness before looking back at derek.- ROXANNE: No problem.

DAVENFORTH: -Grumbles-

QIRIN: =mocks his mocking of her voice= We were all able to survive with minor injuries including you, Davenforth. QIRIN: Congratulations.

QIRIN: c:

DAVENFORTH: Dont fuckin patronize me

ROXANNE: (Jeez.) -Someone is grumpy.-

QIRIN: =plucks a shard from his cheek= QIRIN: You believe that I am concealing surperiority under a layer of false kindness?

DAVENFORTH: -Hisses softly- Sometimes

DEREK: -snorts a little at the exchange-

QIRIN: =Just...stares out the window for a brief moment= QIRIN: =she inhaled, like it was hard to say.= You are right. I apologize. It all could have gone poorly for us on the lawn. QIRIN: I did not intend- =She sighed= I am only grateful you were not... =There was significant pause before she finished= ....injured further.

DAVENFORTH: -That's.....not quite what he's expecting. Still he's wincing at the pain and letting her do her job- DAVENFORTH: Yeah well thank you that shit didnt

DAVENFORTH: me too

QIRIN: =She's really grateful. Look at the expression on her face.= QIRIN: I will not lecture you, Davenforth. There is very little I can say that will not brand me a hypocrite. QIRIN: I am aware of the sacrifice needed in order to see victory to the end. QIRIN: You did well and what is more, you came out of it alive. =She squeezed his shoulder comfortingly.= Not many can stake claim to that. =The larger shards were out - she would focus on the slivers later. Once she started in the more sensitive area, she had numbed his face with a shot and carefully began extracting shards that had gotten into his eye.

DAVENFORTH: -Gdi why are you so sweet....-

[The PARTY TRAIN is a-rolling... and given the sort of situation at and, they've officially reached a time when it's now-or-never. Indeed, the white house lawn-- and much of the DC area-- has been overtaken by massive, colorful circus tents, and BRIGHT, with BRIGHT, SHINING SPOTLIGHTS. Rolling up on this in Jeff's tiny train, it's amazed they aren't run over by what amounts to a media circus-- news vans and camera crews are practically EVERYWHERE, an enormous crowd of people behind velvet ropes and leaning over to watch the small trickle of juggalos entering the circus tents, surrounding the literal circus with a media circus. Despite this, there is no line for entrance to the carnival itself, the dark labrynth of twisting tents and attractions having only a single vendor jamming to horrorcore and a whole heap of INTERVIEWERS looking for a HOT SCOOP.]

[ It's a hell of a scene to look at from a distance. The white house itself isn't even visible beyond the DARK CARNIVAL.]

DAVENFORTH: -Peeps this.- What the shit actually

QIRIN: ... 

QIRIN: I have not yet determined whether a lack of a welcome party is good news or not.

PENNY: yeeeeeeeeEEEEHAW.

ROXANNE: -Euugh, she didnt really mind clowns until this very moment.-

[ Fortunately there are no clouns in IMMEDIATE sight. Just clown-adjascents.]

JEFF: =SWEATING SO MUCH and stays right where he is=

PENNY: -she's made up in clown paint and shit too, rattling her car. she's ready to be rowdy.-

PENNY: -NOT LIKE THEY CAN INFILTRATE REALLY GREAT AFTER BROADCASTING THEMSELVES BUT HEY. MAYBE.-

DEREK: -he's with you, penny... both in attitude and attire.-

KURLOZ: =takes one look around, scrunches up his nose=

[ The current question is: Who is in some kind of disguise, clown makeup or otherwise, and who is not? THE OTHER QUESTION is how close are they getting to the entrance? There is a clear path straight down the middle to the entrance-- with the only landmines being a few reporters and papparazos, and only the occasional fully-garbed Juggalo strides confidently through the entrance.]

RILEY: -this is some bullshit but they have to blend in. And she also refused to stay back by herself. So you win some and you lose some.- holy fuck.

DAVENFORTH: -He's wearing a latex Donald Trump mask. The biggest clown of them all-

RILEY: -DAAAAAAAMN-

ROXANNE: -Most people are getting down with the clown disguise and she is no exception, this is a serious mission despite the smile painted onto her face.-

QIRIN: =She loves you Davenforth, but she can't help but make a face at that mask=

DAVENFORTH: -Well if no one else is getting out, he is. Hello. This is gonna be yuuuuuuuge.-

REPORTER:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2P5qbcRAXVk

REPORTER: -This one troll is scampering up for the FIRST and HOTTEST scoop-

REPORTER: We;; HE;;O and WE;COME to this historic occasion!

REPORTER: Wou;d you be wi;;ing to answer a few questions? For AMERICA?

DAVENFORTH: Anything for america of course no one loves america more than me if anyone claims as such theyre lying so many people ask me how can you love america and i tell them america is just so wonderful ill show you how much i love america its just the best

ROXANNE: -Davenforth plz.-

RILEY: -she's gonna lose it at this answer so she has to carefully cover her mouth and not mess up her make-up at the same time. Fucking ridiculous-

DEREK: Can I get a whoop whoop for America?

QIRIN: =She wants all this over with so she can get this horrific layer of oil off her face= QIRIN: Whoop whoop!

REPORTER: We;; A;; give a whoop whoop for America! -Makes sure she's in frame as a tubby cameraman holds up a few recording devices with telekinesis. HE LOOKS INCREDIBLY DISINTERESTED IN THIS WHOLE PROCSES.- REPORTER: Te;; the country how EXCITED you are to be taking part of the judicia; process in the first ever, hands-on pub;ic execution of justice on this FORMER;Y backwards world!

ROXANNE: -Stay strong Riley. She is also hoping off the train.- Whoop, lets go 'Murica!

PENNY: WHOOP WHOOOOOP!!!!

DAVENFORTH: Ill tell you this never again will there be so many whoop whoops the amount of whoop whoops today will just be staggering theyre all going to wonder why so many whoops were not had before and ill tell you the american will whoop again they will whoop like they never did before thank you so much

LIFERA: -she, too, is in clown makeup... and made up to look way more purple than she actually is.- 38D

RILEY: -fuck. - whoop fuckin' whoop.

REPORTER: -she is just plain FLABBERGASTED by this man's charisma-

PENNY: -leans and whispers to Qirin- (whats she mean public execution?)

QIRIN: =has a feeling that some pyropes would not take too kindly to the public execuction of justice of any kind= QIRIN: =just..again= Whoop whoop!

HIGHBLOOD: =Gets his bigass on up out here, picking his fangs=

QIRIN: (It is likely exactly what she means.)

REPORTER: One ;ast question! Are you hoping for a seat on the cabinet? Or are you just here for the exhuberant and divine joy of mass mu-- OH GOOD HEAVENS!

REPORTER: (ARE YOU GETTING HIM IN FRAME? GET HIM IN FRAME, ASSHOLE.)

REPORTER: -the other one pans up a bit to look at the Highblood's BIG OLD FACe.-

HIGHBLOOD: =HE'S A FRESH 600 SWEEPS MAYBE=

DAVENFORTH: Look at my my highblood caste friend over there just look at him look at my purple american friend

REPORTER: Ahahaha! Yes indeed, America! You are seeing it here first and best!

REPORTER: Even dishonored expatriates are eager to win their p;ace in the New America! REPORTER: I'm assuming that you are hoping for a spot on the cabinet, but-- oh!

REPORTER: Any statements you'd ;ike to make?

REPORTER: -HOLDS THE MIC UP TO GHB-

LIFERA: -really close to GHB... she is not comfortable now that the camera is in their direction...-

LIFERA: >38D;;

HIGHBLOOD: =Looks down at this reporter troll= HIGHBLOOD: ...... =leans on down, slowly, covering this tiny fish with his hair probably= HIGHBLOOD: hah HIGHBLOOD: haha...hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! =Big booming laughter, she don't even need the mic for this= HIGHBLOOD: =straightens up, lifts hand= no further inquiries sis. =strides his ass on=

REPORTER: -CLEARLY UNNERVED AND FORCING A FAKE SMILE-

DAVENFORTH: What an articulate speaker there he goes my clown american friend give it up everybody

REPORTER: ..... (:C

ROXANNE: -Dammn big clown, you go.-

LIFERA: -DOES SOME KIND OF DIMISSIVE HAND SIGN FROM UNDERNEATH THE HAIR. It's about all that can be seen of her as she strolls along-

[ The other seem to be TRYING to get an interview, but the circus itself beckons, and they're all a TEENSY bit intimidated by GHB's presence.]

DEREK: Much clown love from that jolly motherfucker amirite?

DAVENFORTH: -Falls in line with GHB- DAVENFORTH: You alright magilla

PENNY: hell motherfuck yeah my ninja. -leans against Derek with an entire bottle of Faygo.-

HIGHBLOOD: :o) HIGHBLOOD: alls am gonna get right and recalibrated

RILEY: -they're way too good at this-

RILEY: -sticks with lifers tho-

RILEY: -or you know...lifera-

PENNY: -IT'S TWO WHOLE LITERS.-

DAVENFORTH: Im calibrated get me and my bro a big enough distraction and ill get the rest taken care of

ROXANNE: -Shes trailing behind Davenforth to make this a clown entourage.-

[ The ticket taker, too busy jamming to bother stopping them or even explaining anything, could PROBABLY be hassled with a determined effort, but they could also slip right past if they didn't care about this guy's shit. ]

HIGHBLOOD: dones is done and done

HIGHBLOOD: =Would killing him be a determined effort=

[ no man he's pretty easy to kill ]

PENNY: -squeezing past and also quipping at the reporter now- yeah tell yallselves the fams gonna party real hard tonight. HATCHETS HIGH IN THE SKY.

DAVENFORTH: Thank you my clown american friend

LIFERA: -pulls Riley into the hair. join her.-

DEREK: Ill raise my faygo to that juggalette.

RILEY: -OOOOH HAIR TENT-

PENNY: -CACKLES-

RILEY: -it tickles-

DEREK: -CHUGS HIS OWN BOTTLE. its orange obv.-

LIFERA: -whispers to her- (Stick with me. If it gets dangerfish, I'll protect you.)

HIGHBLOOD: =He's a secret meeting place, good yes=

RILEY: (i'm swooning already. take me away.)

[ The carnival itself-- and oh, fuck, this is kinda dizzying. It's not set up like a regular carnival, with lots of games and attractions and flashing lights to attract attention and tokens, but rather, it's decorated with strung lights and smears of blood on the floor. Most of the blood appears to be human blood, and the lighting seems to turn at a dime from dim to blindingly bright. There are TONS of exits from this one circus tent alone-- at least five-- and it's hard to tell where the others lead to. Notes are scrawled on the canvas in blood, but most of them are extolling the virtues of mass murder, or the first few lines of JUGGALO PRAYERS.]

[ On a less severe note, the place is just sorta grody besides that. Like carnival grody.]

RILEY: ...

ROXANNE: -Nasty.-

HIGHBLOOD: =Makes face atthat scripture on the walls.= :o/

DAVENFORTH: -Stretches a little. Adjusts his tie.-

ROXANNE: -Also moves up next to Davenforth.- (Hey wall building homie. plan of route?) ROXANNE: -She ASSUMES he roughly has some sort of plan...please.-

DAVENFORTH: (They fucked this up a lot more than i thought it may take me a little bit to make out a route play along for now)

PENNY: -strides almost drunkenly along with Derek, but it's all just a ruse. She's just trying to seem nonchalant about this whole thing, eyes half-lidded and grinning, but her heart is pounding. This place is fucking weird.-

ROXANNE: (M'kay.) ROXANNE: (Is it also just me or does this place reek like a compost dump?)

RILEY: -you're doin' good lil sis.-

DAVENFORTH: (Welcome to juggalos lil mama)

DAVENFORTH: -Looks for a high point for him to clamber up and gain a better view-

ROXANNE: (Im already ready ta'say goodbye.) -Keeps smiling besides being anxious as fuck.-

[Tent poles, if he wants to shimmy. Once he gets high enough he can cut a hole in the canvas and peep out of it.]

LIFERA: -GIGGLING at Riley for a moment, but just keeps her hand on her arm and quiets again. That blood everywhere... humans are so fragile. She doesn't want anyone to be hurt here.- (I fish I cod!) LIFERA: (It smells like stale stank.)

DAVENFORTH: (Be right back yall) -Already shimmying up a tentpole-

DEREK: -he's got u penny. he's pretty zen himself, but pumped to be here and do this shit finally. pats the sisters shoulder, but guides the pair of them over to davenforth and roxanne so he can eavesdrop on their whispering-- oh but he ascends.-

DEREK: -bobs while he watches this-

PENNY: -that's not conspicuous at all... just fuckin tips up her two liter of faygo and drinks while watching this. this is normal.-

ROXANNE: -Look at him go.- ROXANNE: -Just gonna lean on that pole a little, its totally chill there is nothing suspicious going on here.-

[YOU KNOW HE LOVES TO SHIMMY]

RILEY: (honestly i've been liking the whole mouth breather thing.)

DAVENFORTH: -Shimmy shimmy coco puff. Shimmy shimmy now. Cutting this tent all up, what's he peepin now?-

LIFERA: (You shouldn't talk about your husband like that.) 38)

[The bright light from the Outdoors streams in through the hole he just cut-- and it's kind of a run, sure, but he can see the white house now that he's got a good vantage.]

DEREK: -damn..................... or should he say dwamn-

[There's actually a decent enough route BETWEEN the tents, if he commits it to memory-- leading right to the front door. It seems like the secret service has been co-opted by carnival attractions, though.]

DAVENFORTH: -Slides down the pole on some cirque de soleil shit-

DAVENFORTH: Alright got it its kind of a jog but nothin too bad lot of tents in the way

ROXANNE: -Steps away from it so he has room to get down.- ROXANNE: Sweet.

DAVENFORTH: -Looks at GHB- Everyone ready

PENNY: say the word homie.

RILEY: -she snorts at that comment lifera makes- (oh shit. nice.)

HIGHBLOOD: =Thumbs up and rolls his shoulders=

ROXANNE: Lets fuck shit up.

LIFERA: -glubs softly and nods! wait. peeks out of the hair and then nods!-

DAVENFORTH: -Pushes through the tent into the actual carnival itself and it's hitting him how fucking....CARNIVAL like this shit is. Oh...-

DAVENFORTH: Anybody like carnival games like i mean just for the record just asking for a friend a cheeto dusted friend

[READY OR NOT, here it comes. And by IT i mean the true nature of the Dark Carnival itself; it is where sinners are taken to be TESTED and learn the DARK MORALS of the joker cards. Indeed-- here's one now! The sinner in question is a human, gagged, blindfolded and tied, atanding underneath some kind of strength-tester machine-- the kind where you hit the lever and a big metal thingy flies up to ding a bell. Set up in such a way that after it goes up, it's going to come straight down on this dude's head, and guarded by a four-foot-five troll who is frankly built with terrifying muscles.-

ROBUSTO: YOU THINK YOU ARE AS STRONG AS ROBUSTO???? PROVE YOUR STRENGTH OR DIE LIKE COWARD-MAN WHO TELLS STATE SECRETS TO FOREIGN POWERS.

LIFERA: !!!

PENNY: -oh god yep here they go.....-

DAVENFORTH: -Whispers a reclaimed racial slur under his breath-

RILEY: (anybody tries to fucking do that shit i'll be the one whackin you over the head.)

HIGHBLOOD: =Ants=

ROBUSTO: -HOLDS UP AN ENORMOUS MALLET. It's wooden and heavy.- WHO WILL TAKE ROBUSTO'S CHALLENGE????

DAVENFORTH: And if we say fuck yourself with that righteous noise

DAVENFORTH: Just checkin for a friend

LIFERA: -soft hissing in this hair. She.... starts shuffling closer to Davenforth.- (Go. Keep going.)

DAVENFORTH: (Lif)

RILEY: - fucking striders-

ROBUSTO: -SQUINTS. And twirls his moustache.-

LIFERA: (Now.)

ROXANNE: -Hhgh. This is already another layer of hell, but also Davenforth dont call attention.-

HIGHBLOOD: testin strength...... HIGHBLOOD: =eyeballs Robusto= we can play this game while y'all check shit it :o)

ROXANNE: -Listen to your fish wife.-

LIFERA: -punches Davenforth in the shoulder and laughs-

DAVENFORTH: -Soft marge noise-

ROBUSTO: A-HA! ROBUSTO: FINALLY. ONE WHO IS NOT WEAK AND COWARD WHO FAILS TO WIN GLORIOUS HONOR OF BLOOD PRIZE DEAD MAN SHATTER SKULL.

ROBUSTO: -shoves the mallet in GHB's hand-

LIFERA: T)(IS MOT)(-ERFUCK-ER TOO WIMPY TO DO IT. G-ET OUTTA )(-ER-E.

RILEY: (jesus christ.)

DAVENFORTH: When that beat hits yall -We book it-

DEREK: -jesus CHRIST indeed-

DEREK: -he's ready to book it... sipping his faygo.-

ROBUSTO: -STRENUOUSLY FLEXES-

HIGHBLOOD: =This mallet is a toothpick isn't it? Look at his ham hands... but he takes it. Snrks=

HIGHBLOOD: =Crouches= :o)

LIFERA: -watches GHB carefully-

ROBUSTO: -FLEXES EVEN MORE-

ROBUSTO: ✨💪✨

RILEY: i would prefer not to have someone's blood on me but you know.

HIGHBLOOD: =Bops Robusto like a field mouse. Right on the cranium bro=

ROXANNE: -Ah, yep. There it is.-

DAVENFORTH: Cheese it

PENNY: -WELL JESUS-

ROXANNE: -Time to book it fellas and lady gents.-

RILEY: -OK BYE-

LIFERA: -WHAT DID SHE SAY ABOUT GETTING OUT OF HERE YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE FOR THIS-

DAVENFORTH: -Bolts to the right and rips through the canvas. White house here we come!-

ROBUSTO: -oh MAN he takes a lump for sure. His head is CRACKED loudly and he holds up a finger in SHEER OUTRAGE- ROBUSTO: COWARD WIGGLER STRIKES ROBUSTO INSTEAD OF RUBOSTUS KILLMAN KILLING... ROBUSTING... ROBUSTO: ROBOTS??? ROBUSTO: -he falls over DEAD.-

DEREK: -throws this sugary shit on the dirty ass ground and flash steps after davenforth-

DAVENFORTH: -Babe I'm already gone. Kanye shrug-

HIGHBLOOD: =EYES the others and opens his arms= now now HIGHBLOOD: what else ams i testin?

ROXANNE: -YOU BOYS AND YOUR FLASH STEPING. She cant do that but she can sure sprint like hell after sending a glance to the rest of the group. Good luck guys.-

PENNY: -aaaaAAAHHHHH. SHAKES UP HER FAYGO FURIOUSLY and DUNKS it on the ground. it goes shooting up like a fucking rocket and sprays the crowd-

[The nearby juggalos murmur and mutter something. A few of them SCAMPER OFF, but a small group brandishes a set of hatchets.]

[Apparently this seems to indicate that they'd tie a rope to their dicks and jump off a building, should the mood strike them, but ALSO, that they think they can Totally take the guy that murdered Robusto.]

DAVENFORTH: -Well he don't wanna leave Rox behind. No flash stepping yet, but he's also sprinting around the perimeter of tents. It's hard to breathe in this Trump mask y'all.-

HIGHBLOOD: =Don't let him talk them out of it. There's gonna be a lot of blood back here as he will grab and squish skulls...sans for One. One he'll voodoo and have murderlate their pals.=

ROXANNE: -That is greatly appreciated.-

LIFERA: -grabs Riley's wrist and drags her behind GHB, toward the fucked up strength tester and the human that's tied up. She sure doesn't need to see this, and while that's happening, they could get this guy outta here-

PENNY: -she's just gonna uhhhh. stay outta GHB's way. yeaahhhh-

[I WILL SPARE U THE GORY DETAILS OF HOW DEAD THE GROUP IS. Except for the one guy hollering and raising his hatchet chasing after the other clowns. The others don't think there's anything fucked up about that, though, that just sorta happens sometimes.]

PENNY:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

PENNY: -she's gonna need to get REAL fucked up after this-

HIGHBLOOD: =He's snickering as this happens, what a bunch of idiots. He's covering the ladies=

RILEY: -IS PULL. Looks up at this tied up Guy. SHES PRETTY GOOD AT UNTYING. Except when she isn't. She's going to do her best- okay dude you're going to run as fast as you can outta here.

LIFERA: B-ETT-ER Y-ET. -She unties the gag around the guy's mouth and the blindfold from his eyes, and then pulls out a little container of greasy black paint, smearing his face with it.- 38)

GUY: -wheezes.- th-thank you. Those people a-are... -TRYING NOT TO FOCUS ON THE GORE OVER THERE- GUY: ... GUY: don't eat the funnel cake. -As soon as he's free he BOLTS.-

HIGHBLOOD: yo what >:o/ HIGHBLOOD: how the fuck they fucked up funnel cake... dumb motherfuckers

LIFERA: Glub...

RILEY: no funnel cake over here.

QIRIN: =She doesnt even know how to comment to all of this=

LIFERA: Ocray... ST-EP BACK.

[It seems that this particular tent is cleared, save for some gruesome reminders. There are three other flaps; one leading back where they came from, near the ticket booth, one branching to the left and one branching to the right.]

LIFERA: -motions the other ladeez to get outta the way before doing a little half lean and then KICKING the strength tester to try to knock it down. NO MORE OF THIS.-

[ IT CRASHES.]

[CLONK]

QIRIN: =claps softly= Property damage, hurrah. ^_^

LIFERA: T)(ANKS.

QIRIN: =high five, lif!=

LIFERA: -SLAP-

LIFERA: Where to now?

[would they like to inspect any passages in particular]

[One leading back where they came, one to the right and one to the left.]

[There is the vague sound of music coming from the right... and the vague sound of someone furiously arguing to the left.]

QIRIN: =is is possible to hear what they are arguing about from here?=

[NOPE]

[u would have to get closer, and 'closer' means probably 'through the passage entirely.']

PENNY: -she's already heading toward the left one....-

[aw shit. If she makes it through, she'd see... well, someone who MAY or MAY not be recognizable to her.]

PENNY: -she's DOING IT.-

PENNY: -waves the others over-

[either way, it's the current secretary of state, one Alex Abbiss. He seems to be shouting down a group of juggalos-- some hatchet-wielding and TERRIFIED fellows who probably just saw Robusto get murdered.]

HIGHBLOOD: =Hey what's up hello, I murdered up your friend and now it's your turn to go=

[It is OBVIOUS that this is an important guy, and as they get closer to the man in a bloodstained jersey with a whole rack of vynyl records strapped to his back, they can hear what he's helling about-- how important he is and how NONE of these goddamned posers are gonna be gunning for HIS job, he MADE the ICP, do you HEAR HIM]

[This changes as he hears them enter, and FLINGS a razor-sharp record at them in a fury.]

PENNY: - SH I T-

PENNY: -JUST TRIES TO DUCK-

[she gets... a SMALL haircut. ]

[He's pulling some more records on them. HE'S READY TO TUSSLE.]

PENNY: -THAT MOTHERFUCKER.-

PENNY: -whips out her gun because... well, it's really the only thing she knows how to use, but it's gonna make a lot of noise...-

LIFERA: -leading Riley along after her??-

[The other juggalos seem to have fallen in rank behind him, because shit, okay, MAYBE they just tried to murder him, but they can also get in good with him if they kill these people? Whatever. IT'S A SURE FIRE RUCKUS HAPPENING, THAT'S FOR SURE.]

QIRIN: =oh hell WHY= QIRIN: =raises her dukes! Her spear is noticable enough that it might blow her cover and that would just put prospit in a (more) precarious situation.=

ERIDAN: -some masquerade masked fish is rolling into the scene. Literally rolling in on an actual unicycle somewhere under the flashy cape he's wearing. A relic from a time he used to be proud to wear such a thing.- ERIDAN: -Hey, Penny. He's here and swinging out a LAUNCHER of some kind. They'll find out what it does in the second he fires it.-

PENNY: -THE FUCK???-

[Don't worry boys, clustering up together in a tight group is the BEST kind of tactics.]

[The juggalos all agree with that sentiment.]

LIFERA: -peeks in for this... the fuck-

PENNY: -she agrees with that sentiment, as it happens-

ERIDAN: -Fires the launcher like he's shooting fish in a barrel. In a single swift PCHOO, it explodes in a thick vault of LIQUID NITROGEN right over the juggalos. The chemical will be freezing on impact with their skin.- B/

[oh FUCK. They start to charge as a group, hatchets HIGH, and then they continue to do so, with their hatchets high, in that EXACT position, possibly FOREVER. They are SUPER DUPER FROZEN.]

ERIDAN: -Owwned.-

ERIDAN: so ERIDAN: the others been on their wway huh looks like it -just kinda balancing there. Just another Thursday afternoon.-

PENNY: ....... dude.

LIFERA: Y-ES. You're about on tide.

[By the look of things, YES. This cut rate Fieri-clone has been put to his end; along with a sizable number of juggaspirants.]

ERIDAN: -pockets the rifle. Safe and sound.- alright ERIDAN: yall finishin the job or should wwe keep pressin wwith the dispatchin ERIDAN: it aint goin to end wwith the death a the figureheads wwe ought to be securin a method a escape

LIFERA: CL-EARING T)(-E WAY. Sounds good to me.

[Behind them, there is suddenly the sound of... sizzling grease?]

QIRIN: =is there an alternate weapon she can grab? perhaps from literal cold, dead hands?=

[Hot oil and something being poured into it-- and though he was not visible there before, he is now.]

VENDOR: You look like you could use some

funnel cakes.

PENNY: oh hell no.

[As for weapons, there are SHARP VINYL RECORDS and HATCHETS to choose from Qirin.]

VENDOR:

FREE OF CHARGE.

ERIDAN: -mghhh. He's hungry suddenly, flicking fins in the direction of the sound.- ERIDAN: -taking out a sniper's rifle now, balanced on his unicycle. B[ -

VENDOR: [He holds out the funnel cake.. towards you, specifically, Eridan.]

VENDOR: [It smells... intoxicating. Literally.]

VENDOR: This... is rare supply. We're running low. Haven't had our shipment from scenic niagra falls.

LIFERA: Don't eat that.

VENDOR: But you can eat it.

VENDOR: Carnival food is pure food, son.

VENDOR: Good... pure... food.

ERIDAN: -Nah thanks. He shoots this fucker and his funnel cake.-

VENDOR: -!

VENDOR: -Frying dough pours out of the hole in his head.-

VENDOR: FOOL!

VENDOR: -Pulls out both fry baskets, brandishing the HOT METAL as the inhuman figure staggers, attempting to LUNGE at him despite his... rapidly spilling vital dough.-

ERIDAN: -pedals backwards with finesse. Pew. Pew. Pat. Pat. Yeah, fine, brandish the hot metal. Eridan is swinging the butt of his rifle to combat this oily fuck.-

VENDOR: -GURGLING AND SCREAMING AS HE COLLAPSES INTO A PUDDLE OF YEAST.-

VENDOR: -DEAD-

[Only the hot grease cart remains.]

QIRIN: ......................

ERIDAN: gross ERIDAN: ... ERIDAN: -flicks a lighter on and eyes the hot grease cart.-

QIRIN: =She came back from retrieving the vinyl records because heck, at least it's like throwing knives.= QIRIN: Either they have been altered to a molecular level or they have found a way to make yeast sentient. I am unsure which prospect is the more disturbing.

[It's pretty tricked out, as far as hot grease carts go. It's also full of boiling hot, flammable liquid, which COULD very well be useful.]

ERIDAN: -Damn... true... slowly puts the lighter away.- wwe got ourselvves a bomb

QIRIN: It may very well be the diversion the others require. =She's inspecting the cart further. Does it have wheels for rollin?=

[IT SURE DOES]

QIRIN: =peeps out the tent flap. Anything downhill? Anything important looking that needs burning?=

[Would that be the tent flap back the way they came from, or the next unexplored tent?]

PENNY: ... a bomb?

PENNY: sounds good.

PENNY: what are we blowing?

QIRIN: =the next=

ERIDAN: good question -squints heavily and considers. All of it would be ideal...- somethin thatll draww the majority of wwhos left for a brawwl ERIDAN: that wway provvidin the means to escape for the others ERIDAN: wwhere the shit is that impregnated twwinkie gobbler

[There is something down the way... something that looks... important. Or at least, important enough. She can only get a glimpse, but it's a pretty popular spot, and the flashing light appears to say PRIZES.]

QIRIN: =Well that settles that= QIRIN: The prize booth calls to us. ^_^ QIRIN: Everyone prepared for vandalism and arson?

PENNY: excuse? -stares at Eridan-

ERIDAN: wwell aint she -Really doesn't see anything wrong with his word choice.- you her wward or not

PENNY: yeah maybe. could also be called a twinkie gobbler.

PENNY: prefer Nuthands McMike though.

ERIDAN: -frowns- i disagree she aint done nothin to earn such a title

[WOULD YOU LIKE EVIDENCE ERIDAN]

ERIDAN: -Yeah sure. He's seen worse shit.-

[oh well he doesn't have any actually]

[go back to rigging ur greasebomb]

ERIDAN: -alright. Moves off the unicycle to cover this stupid grease cart with his cape.- wwere the shit wwe takin this

PENNY: -she's talking about herself u fuck-

PENNY: approximately thattaway. -points to where Qirin indicated-

SOME FUCKIN JUGGALO: oh shit i smell the funnel cake dude

[the voice WAFTS from that direction]

[calling in a siren song]

ERIDAN: -mmm better get this cart moving. Wrings out a hankerchief like BLEH and uses it to get a grip on the handle. Now pushes it along.- ERIDAN: this reeks somethin' awwful

QIRIN: =She smoothly saunters out to the sound of Some Fuckin Juggalo to greet them as the others try workin the cart'=

[It does... like grease, but also some sinister chemicals. And sinister jujus.]

[THE JUGGALO MOSTLY JUST WANTS FUNNEL CAKES.]

[But he is at least blocked from what is to come.]

ERIDAN: -wheels this cart outtie, definitely holding his breath from BREATHING IN THE CHEMICALS. Hello prize booth.-

[There's all kinds of prizes on display: Axes, special stardust, clown facepaint. Essentials.]

[Seems like they're paying in blood tokens, which are, in fact, human ears. Probably from people less lucky than the guy they rescued.]

LIFERA: -She's following as well, ready to punch a clown if necessary.-

PENNY: ... -can she grab one of those axes? are there people around??-

[THERE ARE. Lots of people, actually. Trying to get their prizes. Some of them are now trying to get funnel cakes.]

ERIDAN: -The funnel cake cart is TARPED by cape, you idiots. Can you not SEE.-

[THEY CAN SMELL IT YOU BOGARD]

[BOGART?]

[WHATEVER]

QIRIN: Helllllloooo there! =She does block his way, cocking her hip as she greets the juggalo cheerily!= A miraculous evening to you!

SOME FUCKIN JUGGALO: YEAH POPPIN HOT SHIT NINJETTE WHERES THE DOUGH AT????

PENNY: -aUGH-

QIRIN: Aw man, the line's all clogged up! Some eighth grade history class came for their class trip! Dough guy has gotta feed the next generation, you know what I mean? Ahahahaha!

[The juggalo has NO idea what this fresh pimpin ninjette is going on about. But at least that buys them some room and some time to move the thing.]

RILEY: -she wandered a little too far and got lost... Suddenly panting next to them- holy shit you would not believe-- oh my god what NOW?

ERIDAN: havve at it -whirls the cape off the cart and throws it over Riley.- keep that on wwould you ERIDAN: its durable the kind to ride out lightnin storms through

RILEY: -catches it. Thank you ace reflexes. She puts it on- i'm such a badass.

QIRIN: =are they even done yet? She's waiting for BOOM!= So...while we wait for Boogie Woogie Wu to scare off the tiny children, why do we not exchange pleasantries on this fresh turf?

JUGGALO: :o/

QIRIN: What do you favor? Halls of Illusion or House of Horrors?

JUGGALO: -SLOWLY REATCHING FOR HIS HATCHET-

RILEY: -penny do I need to get my gun-

ERIDAN: -turns his back to riley in a dramatic fashion and arms himself with an assault rifle. All eyes on him, folks.- alright you insatiable GREASE CLOUT FUCKS CLEAR THE MOTHERFUCKIN PATH ERIDAN: -and promptly bombkicks the cart and the whole trap of grease into the crowd.-

MOVVE I SAID

QIRIN: Ah, I see you have a hatchet. You should never run with one...unless you're

running with a hatchet,

amirite? QIRIN: ;)

JUGGALO: -oh shit.- JUGGALOS: -OH SHIT-

[They suddenly bolt out of the way of the HOT GREASE CART-

RILEY: -this is suddenly the most exciting shit she's seen in a while. Gun time.- B)

ERIDAN: -taking this time to line gallons of sparkle fish gasoline by the display stands. Marching like the grimest of military marches. They only really have one shot at this. His glasses glint menacingly at the crowd.- STRIDER -bares fangs- ERIDAN: LETS BLOWW THIS TENTED SHITSTAIN OF A FESTIVVAL

QIRIN: =still distracting this one juggalo if he isn't distracted already. She's going to rinse her mouth with salf water after this=

[HE IS DISTRACTED WITH RUNNING FROM THE EMINENT FIRE]

QIRIN: =Awesome.= QIRIN: =she quickly joins everyone else, more than gently urging everyone back. She has a feeling this will be a fireball.=

RILEY: -WHERE IS PENNY SHES NOT GONNA LEAVE HER-

ERIDAN: -God damn it, STRIDER.-

ERIDAN: -You're back at being the twwinkie gobbler.-

RILEY: -so....you're saying I was promoted? SHES NOT LEAVIN WITHOUT PENNY-

PENNY: -SHE'S COMING SHIT-

RILEY: -YOU BETTER OR IMGONNA DRAG YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE-

LIFERA: -also just gonna keep distance from this shit-

ERIDAN: -brandishing the assault rifle at the crowd. Now that everything is in order, Eridan whirls on the prize tent and begins peppering the gasoline tanks with gunfire. Hasta la vista you salted juggalo fucks.-

JODIE: - She's been GHOSTING away from the main group in full aggrobat regalia, even throwing in a cartwheel or two. yup she totes mgoats belongs here. she's looking for a get away vehicle of some kind. -

RILEY: -LETS GO-

[THAT IS A KABOOM]

[The prize stand goes up in flames. Clown paint and stardust? Flammable.]

[The gasoline tanks goes up in flames. The tent itself? IT IS ON FIRE YOU BET YOUR ASS]

[The smoke is choking but it's spreading WAY too quick across the whole dang long.]

[lawn]

[whatever]

ERIDAN: - 🔥🔥🔥 -

JODIE: - well it looks like things are going well over there. -

[THAT LONG LAWN.]

QIRIN: =shoving people in the away direction. Forgive her lack of being gentle, but if it's spreading, and people are lagging, she'll resort to hupping em under an arm and toting them away.=

JODIE: - Let's see... something not on fire... not on fire... -

[There is a BEAUTIFUL convertible that-- no wait it's on fire. And it was a raffle prize anyways.]

[Looks like the ice cream truck isn't on fire. Don't eat the ice cream though.]

JODIE: - That'll work. She sneaks up and checks the windows to make sure it's empty. She can't be sure about the back though, she'll need to. open it up. Scurries-

ERIDAN: -holding his goddamn breath in all this. Seadweller skills activate. Fuck, his gills are going to burn something fierce in all this smoke.- ERIDAN: -SHOVING HIS SOLDIERS, GO GO GO GO GO. Messaging Jeff and the others stationed outside the premises. There's no going back to the campus after this.-

LIFERA: -DON'T YOU SHOVE ME BOI-

ERIDAN: -THEN GET IN THE ICE CREAM TRUCK QUEENIE. CHRIST.-

RILEY: -SORRY BOUT THE SMOKE RYAN IM TRYIN OVER HERE-

ERIDAN: -At least she has the cape and won't get burned by ash.-

QIRIN: =Helping Riley in the van. She's preggers with an energy consumer, after all.=

JODIE: -KEYS? IF NOT ROLL TO HOT WIRE. This takes her back to 6th grade. -

RILEY: -thanks qirin you are a gem-

ERIDAN: -balancing himself out in the back, ready to defend with one arm on his rifle. HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSES.-

LIFERA: -just kinda joins Eridan there, just in case-

PENNY: -hops up front with Jodie- lets get this shit rollin huh??

QIRIN: ^_^

JODIE: -She's managed to get it WORKING. Ice cream truck noises-

ERIDAN: -side eyes the juggalo ex-empress. Has another moment of disconnecting surrealism.-

[Broom broom. She's in her mum's car.]

LIFERA: 38D

JODIE: bet your sweet ass. everybody in? -

RILEY: yeah! floor it!

ERIDAN: -Still remains... the sound of silence...-

JODIE: haha... ha.... - FLOORS IT. TOWARDS THE WHITEHOUSE. This is her life. -

JODIE: - Not the worst thing she's done with an ice cream truck but at least the worst thing she's done on the white house lawn.-

RILEY: -HOLDING ONTO THE NEAREST PERSON FOR BALANCE-

QIRIN: =It's okay, she's sturdy=

[The night has finally arrived! It's amazing how many college kids you can even fit into this theater. Everything is up and running the lights are flashing, and dammit...It's lit. First, Davenforth makes his way to the stage.]

DAVENFORTH: Sup tonight everybody thanks for the turn out

DAVENFORTH: As we all know this country has been run by clowns in the past but in a figurative sense never this literal

MAYOR: -he is WAITING IN THE WINGS. extremely nervously, even for the CONSTANTLY SHAKING MAYOR-

DAVENFORTH: However theres no denying that history was made with probably one of the most bogus elections in the history of this nation and for that some friends and i decided to throw down for them

QIRIN: =She placed a hand upon the Mayor's shoulder and gave it a gentle pat. He'll do splendidly, she believes in him.= ^_^

DAVENFORTH: This concert these songs and deez nuts are dedicated to you two -His shades gleam at the camera as he kisses a peace sign at it.-

DAVENFORTH: Alright lets get this shit rollin

JEFF: =doing nerd things most definitely=

DAVENFORTH: Our first performer is guaranteed to warm your hearts with his vocal stylings as well as his charming good looks truthfully he needs no introduction but here it is anyway give it up for takoda

QIRIN: =claps from backstage=

ERIDAN: -Oh hey mayor, look at that. Where'd the soda bottle come from. Nobody knows but have a cold one anyway.-

MAYOR: !

RILEY: -IS THERE A FISH OVER THERE-

MAYOR: -HE WILL- MAYOR: -the sugar makes him jitter even more in fact but it's nice to have anyways-

DAVENFORTH: -Exits the stage and just pats the Mayor's back-

QIRIN: =soda wont help your vocal chords sir=

MAYOR: -soda helps everything-

GAIZKA: =He's an audience member for this. He's never had any good vocal chords or been particularly musically gifted... Besides he's been in the church eating snacks for the most part. Regardless, he is here, and he is chinhandsing at the stage.=

TAKODA: -HE'S HERE, scurrying out onto the stage, giving the crowd a lopsided smile.- HELLO, EVERYBODY. -greets them cheesily, settling himself in front of the mic- TAKODA: 1'M NO STRANGER TO TH1S WHOLE UH... FREEDOM F1GHT1NG TH1NG. THERE'S A LOT OF SACR1F1CES TO BE MADE, WHEN TH1NGS NEED TO CHANGE... BUT ABOVE ALL, 1 KNOW YOU HAVE TO STAY STRONG. TAKODA: BEL1EVE 1N YOURSELF, AND THE PEOPLE F1GHT1NG BES1DE YOU. TAKODA: ANYWAY, OKAY... HERE WE GO.

ERIDAN: -Hell no. He's here for security purposes. Wielding an actual assault rifle on his person in case anything gets the drop on them from above. Nobody look at him...-

GAIZKA: =Whoops and blows kisses.= ;o)

TAKODA: -GOSH-

GAIZKA: FuCkInG pReAcH.

TAKODA: CHANGES WON'T COME OVERN1IGHT FOR TH1S 1 PLEDGE TO F1GHT WE ALL HAVE BEEN DECE1VED TH1S 1S OUR REAL1TY

GAIZKA: MoThErFuCkInG inspirational as all HeLlS. =CHINHANDS...=

TAKODA: ARE YOU READY TO DO ALL THAT YOU CAN? TO STOP THE UNSTOPPABLE UNSTOPPABLE

DAVENFORTH: -He's not shocked by this at all. Gdi Takoda-

TAKODA: -HE SWAYS. WE GOTTA START ON AN UPBEAT NOTE, DAVE };) -

DAVENFORTH: -You beautiful hecker-

TAKODA: -NOW we can pick up the pace here-

TAKODA: 1 ONCE KNEW A GUY OBSESSED W1TH THE AFTERL1FE OH, WHAT A TERR1BLE DAY THAT WAS... HE REAL1ZED HE WASTED ALL H1S T1ME T1ME WAS T1CK1NG BY, AND HE'D BEEN LEFT BEH1ND AND AS THE CLOCK T1CK TOCKED H1S HEART D1D STOP AND EVERYTH1NG HE HAD WAS FUCKED

TAKODA: -this one is slightly more personal too...-

TAKODA: AND WHEN WE FALL, WE W1LL FALL TOGETHER NO ONE W1LL CATCH US, SO WE'LL CATCH OURSELVES

TAKODA: THE BEATEN AND THE BRU1SED, FORSAKEN AND ABUSED OH WHAT A GLOR1OUS DAY WE'LL HAVE, R1S1NG UP AND CLA1M1NG OUR DUES

TAKODA: NOW W1TH THE L1NE DRAWN 1N THE WET SAND YOU NEED TO TELL US WHERE TO STAND S1TT1NG WA1T1NG WATCH1NG ROTT1NG, EVERYTH1NG THEY WARNED US OF 1S TRUE NOW TELL ME WHAT WE'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO DO?

TAKODA: THEY'RE COM1NG AFTER ALL OF US W1TH EVERYTH1NG THEY'VE GOT

TAKODA: W1TH THE FURY OF A SOLD1ER WHO W1LL ANSWER TO H1S GOD

TAKODA: SO HOW W1LL WE FIGHT? ALL WE HAVE 1S LOG1C AND LOVE ON OUR S1DE

TAKODA: -AND HE'S DONE-

GAIZKA: =More adoring whooping, yes. :'o) He's so proud.=

DAVENFORTH: -Loud cheering from backstage!-

ERIDAN: -it was alright.-

RILEY: -lots of clapping-

TAKODA: -beams at the crowd, finding gaizka in particular with his smiles... and with a wave he hops away-

KURLOZ: =golf clapping in his booth=

DAVENFORTH: -He hop...-

GAIZKA: =Makes eyecontact and makes a kissy face.=

RILEY: -she's jittery. she hasn't performed for the public in a very long time and it always makes her nervous no matter how long she's been doing this-

DAVENFORTH: -Wait shit oh yeah he should intro the big lorge now-

DAVENFORTH: -Appearing back on stage just as wonderful and lovely and handsome as ever before.-

DAVENFORTH: Hell yeah thats how we get things started but whats that you want more well how about a nine hundred pound gorilla playing a saxophone

DAVENFORTH: Not fucking possible well we got the next best thing

DAVENFORTH: Its the scariest motherfucker you never heard of the massacrer of rainbows the goddamn grand highblood himself

DAVENFORTH: Also after this performance ill be lettin my brother and special guest take over hostin duties

DAVENFORTH: -Disappears backstage. he must change.-

GAIZKA: =Cheers for his caste brother from another mother (grub).=

HIGHBLOOD: =drops a pie on Davenforth as they pass. To help him prep. He's no stranger to performances, especially not doing so for his sweet rail whom he knows is watching. He feels it in his horn. Steps out on stage with a sax, yeah get ready for it childrens=

DAVENFORTH: -Passes this pie to the mayor-

MAYOR: -MESSILY EATS IT-

HIGHBLOOD: =he plays along with the guitar then pulls back sings into the mic= HIGHBLOOD: about time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds HIGHBLOOD: no sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read HIGHBLOOD: i get mine and make no excuses; waste of precious breath the sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death

HIGHBLOOD: so you gotta fire up, you gotta let got you'll never be loved 'til you've made your own HIGHBLOOD: you gotta face up, you gotta get yours you never know the top 'til you get too low =LIKE HUMAN CLOWNS FOR INSTANCE WHAT THE FUCK CONDS. Anyway time for him to fuck it up on sax=

HIGHBLOOD: life isn't always what you think it'd be turn your head for one second and the tables turn and i know, i know that i did you wrong HIGHBLOOD: but will you trust me when i say that i'll make it up to you somehow, somehow =gets jazzy for the rest of this=

RILEY: -OH HELL YEAH-

ERIDAN: -wall eyed and distantly having an out of body experience. The actual Grand Highblood.-

GAIZKA: =Smooth jazz... Hells to the yeas.=

HIGHBLOOD: =he'll sing this one= another loose canoon gone bi-polar slipped down couldn't get much lower quick sands got no sense of humor, i'm stil laughing like hellllll

HIGHBLOOD: =soft in the mic= i created the sound of madness wrote the book on pain. HIGHBLOOD: somehow i'm still here, to explain, HIGHBLOOD: That the darkest hour never comes in the night. you can sleep with a gun. HIGHBLOOD: when you gonna wake up... when you gonna wake up and fight...

HIGHBLOOD: =And he's done, he backs on up and goes off stage once more=

RILEY: -aggressive clapping- NICE!

ERIDAN: -excusing himself to the hygieneblock for a moment to run some salt water thru his gills. Can't breathe. Nbd.-

ERIDAN: -all t his fucking god damn motherufcking anxiety.-

????: -Who the heck is this daft punk, power rangers lookin ass mofo behind stage. None other than Dave Skellington of course. Yes hello everyone. He gives a slight bow to ghb and nice little clap. The screen on his helmet lights up and the word "nice!" scrolls across.-

HIGHBLOOD: =ruffles Riley's hair and grins= many thanks sis =also eyeballs this broseph....bruh= :o)

????: - ":o)' He even has a little honk sound effect! Honk!-

MAYOR: -A the stage is vacated he is wheeling out some kind of... HUGE PILE OF FURNITURE. It's all supported by dollies and handcarts and what have you but it still effectively looks like a big barricade made out of trash, being wheeled out single handedly by a tiny carapacian in rags. He begins to climb up the heap once it's fully on stage, reaching the top and raising a bright red flag...- MAYOR: -Using his free hand he tugs down the rags around his face, pulls off his hood, and just sort of stares at the crowd for a good long while from atop his trash heap.-

????: ....

????: -BRUH-

MAYOR: -When he finally opens his mouth to sing, it is BOOMING and OPERATIC. And he starts marching back and forth across the barricade, waving his flag.-

MAYOR: DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING? SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN! IT IS THE MUSIC OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN WHEN THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART ECHOES THE BEATING OF THE DRUMS

MAYOR: THERE IS A LIFE ABOUT TO START WHEN TOMORROW COMES!!!

RILEY: -okay this is making her a little TOO teary don't fuck up her makeup mayor-

????: -What the fuck though?-

????: !!!!

DEREK: -arms crossed while watching this- Daaaamn. Fuck it up lil dude.

QIRIN: 8D

MAYOR: -When he's done singing he just sorta looks at the audience again. Then he just sorta. Drops his flag on the floor and wheels the barricade away again, without ANY kind of ado.-

MAYOR: O_O

KURLOZ: =nice, claps=

????: -Offers him a TAB behind stage. You know who he is, little friend.-

MAYOR: -TAKES IT AND GUZZLES IT ALL-

????: -Gently elbows Derek. Come on lets go do the host thing.-

QIRIN: =she's clapping!! hell yeah carapacian power!=

DEREK: -nod nod. HERE THEY GO. he saunters on out to the stage.- DEREK: If that didnt get you hype then I dunno what the fuck will. DEREK: Oh yeah maybe our special guest here. DEREK: -gestures to the man beside him- The one and only... The supposedly dead... DEREK: Dave Skellington. DEREK: Come on give it up.

RILEY: -she has to fuck around a little- HOW DO WE KNOW IT'S REALLY YOU DAVE SKELLINGTON? -she yells from offstage-

DAVE: !!!! -Yes hello! He waves at the audience. His adoring fans. He never left you. Holds up his finger to the audience and flings a moonpie backstage at Riley.-

RILEY: -dodges-

DAVE: :D -Back to you guys! Gives Derek a thumbs up. You ever seen a pregnant lady do a dodge roll? You missed it backstage.-

RILEY: -rude ass motherfucker-

[HOWEVER. The audience is p excite. Sure, the chances of this being the ACTUAL Dave Skellington are fucking slim. That guy bit it forever ago. But this person was at least good at acting like they're a happy robot man and for that, they will cheer.]

DEREK: -snorts- Hey I dont blame anybody for bein skeptical. DEREK: But if you keep tunin in I promise youll get your questions answered. DEREK: Our next performer is reppin the carapacian community too. Shes one cool lady and shes got some important shit to say. DEREK: Come on out Qirin.

DAVE: -Mgs Alert sound from his helmet- !

ERIDAN: -guzzling water about the White Queen of Prospit happening on stage now. Flush it out the gills, Ampora. Just flush it out the gills.-

KURLOZ: =😒 can you take that shit elsewhere?=

QIRIN: =Here comes the (ex)Queen walking out onto the stage with a bowl drum. (It may look quite familiar to Dirk, actually.) She waves at the crowd.= QIRIN: Hello, patrons and viewers, friends and family, here or very far away. ^_^ QIRIN: The universe has never been more broken or divided, but especially in times like these, we must remember who we are. It is easy to waver from that and lose sight of our path, but despite the trials we face we must not lose sight of ourselves. Sentinels of Earth. Warriors of truth, justice, and peace. My dear children of Prospit. ...The dreaming dead. Here is to you.

DAVE: -Brother I'm dying in this thing how did I do it for so long...-

DEREK: -WHO EVEN KNOWS YA DINGUS. drags him back stage though.-

QIRIN: Many nights we've prayed with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts, a hopeful song we barely understood. Now we are not afraid although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.

QIRIN: There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe.

QIRIN: =The melody begins soft and sweet but it is soon evident that it's turning as metal as this drum.=

QIRIN: In this time of fear when prayer so often proves in vain hope seems like the summer birds too swiftly flown away. Yet now I'm standing here my heart so full I can't explain. seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'll say.

DAVE: -He has the strangest heart boner right now....-

QIRIN: There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe.

QIRIN: They don't always happen when you ask and it's easy to give in to your fears but when you're blinded by your pain can't see the way, get through the rain. A small but still, resilient voice says hope is very near.

QIRIN: Miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve when you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe.

QIRIN: You will when you believe.

QIRIN: =she began soft motions on the drum, her fingers hovering over the notes.= QIRIN: Well, I came home like a stone and I fell heavy into your arms. These days of dust which we've known will blow away with this new sun. QIRIN: But I'll kneel down, wait for now and I'll kneel down, know my ground. QIRIN: And I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you.

QIRIN: So break my step and relent. Well, you forgave and I won't forget. know what we've seen and him with less now in some way shake the excess.

QIRIN: 'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you.

QIRIN: Now I'll be bold as well as strong and use my head alongside my heart. So tame my flesh and fix my eyes: a tethered mind freed from the lies.

RILEY: -cANT HANDLE THIS-

RILEY: -THE TEARS-

QIRIN: But I'll kneel down, wait for now and I'll kneel down, know my ground.

QIRIN: 'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you. And I will wait, I will wait for you.

QIRIN: =she quickly transitioned to a new melody, moving along the drum once again.= QIRIN: The captivity of despair wrangles jurisdiction. The rule of Tyranny. Sorrow and fear of servitude. The victory and respect for a great journey.

QIRIN: We hope for liberation, we want our deliverance, we would be glad of redemption, with liberation. Deliver us, we celebrate happiness.

QIRIN: The brotherhood rejoicing, we delight in courage. the celebration of freedom and faith, Success of harmony and love, The victory and respect for a great journey.

QIRIN: We hope for liberation, we want our deliverance, we would be glad of redemption, with liberation. Deliver us, we celebrate happiness.

QIRIN: Respect for life, live with faith in freedom the magnificence of life, live with care.

ERIDAN: -Good thing he's hiding in the hygeineblock. The music is so loud, he can still hear it. Of all the songs to move his stupid bleeding bloodpusher, it's this one. Eridan scrubs the ridiculous violet tears from under his glasses. He feels like such a wriggler. Bluh.- ERIDAN: -after a while, he replaces the salt water with faygo. Guzzling the whole bottle down until the sugar buzzes in his veins anew. He'll blame it on that.-

QIRIN: We hope for liberation, we want our deliverance, we would be glad of redemption, with liberation. Deliver us, we celebrate happiness.

DAVE: -MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOHMYGOD-

DAVE: -Points at Qirin, ";)"-

RILEY: -literally just repeatedly (lightly) hitting derek's arm with the back of her hand to distract her from ALL THE FEELINGS-

DEREK: -babe PLEASE-

QIRIN: =fingerguns at Dave= ^u^

DAVE: -Pokes his head back out. The audience cheers! Yay. Being loved is nice. He's going to casually stroll up to the mic, kind of inspecting it. Then he taps on it, yep still working. Shortly there's a crackle and the sound of slightly heavy breathing. Dave goes to speak and well...this motherfucker sounds like Bane.-

DAVE: You would not believe, just how long it has been since I used my own voice. Yes, thank you very much Qirin. Your gilded voice has seeped into the very essence of our beings, striking a chord of resonance on our heart strings. Please, another round of applause for her.

RILEY: -what a dork-

DEREK: -HOOTS AND HOLLERS BACK HERE-

DAVE: A moment, if you will let me have it.

QIRIN: =hand flaps. Oh u.=

DAVE: No one cared about who I was until I put on the mask, and from there I created an identity, became a symbol. With this level of anonymity affords you...certain freedoms, and I took full advantage of them. For the most part of my career, I have been on your holovisions, in your theaters, and my message has been known. It is documented and clear. The dangers that have befallen this planet were...well to be expected. However, I am no longer just going to idly sit by and warn. I will take action. That is what this night is about. Hopefully, you will join us. I know that I was "murdered" some time ago. As you can see, this is further from the truth. My identity is still sealed. Tonight...I will reveal it. However, the time is not yet. There is a surprise you must receive first. Thank you...here is your next performer.

PENNY: -She walks out onto stage, looking a little jittery -- maybe like she's full of anxious energy -- and not exactly making eye contact with anybody. She grabs the microphone stand and pulls the mic closer, staring down into it before speaking.- PENNY: you dont know who I am. PENNY: but Im still up on this stage. and they dont know who you are?? but youre still on the stage of your fucking lives and its time to step up and perform!! PENNY: they aint taking me off it yet. -nods for the music to start-

PENNY: your backs against the wall theres no one home to call youre forgetting who you are you cant stop crying. its part not giving in part trusting your friends you do it all again and Im not lying. oh oh oh... standing in the way of control! yeah live your lives by the only way that you know know! Im doing this for you because its easier to lose and its hard to face the truth when you think youre dying. its part not giving in and part trusting your friends you do it all again but you dont stop trying. oh oh oh... standing in the way of control! Yeah live your lives by the only way that you know know! oh oh oh... standing in the way of control! well live our lives because were standing in the way of control! we will live our lives because were standing in the way of control! well live our lives because were standing in the way of control! we will live our lives, lives, lives! your backs against the wall theres no one home to call youre forgetting who you are you cant stop crying. its part not giving in and part trusting your friends you do it all again you dont stop trying! oh oh oh... standing in the way of control! yeah live your lives by the only way that you know know!

RILEY: -eyes glued to her sister. what a great voice she has too...damn-

PENNY: nobody showed you how to live? me either. get a steady job, couple kids act decent. but Ive been on a ten-speed thinking about the time as the sun sets like what would I do different if I hit rewind and did it again? PENNY: I tried to figure it out but nothing was coming to mind. remembered all my mistakes but the memories made me smile. I told the one that I loved that love would mean letting me go. even though I was afraid you gotta do some things on your own. PENNY: this one goes out to all the dreamers at sea this life is only what you want it to be and I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more! PENNY: you go to heaven when you die Im betting. youre still with me on the line? just checking. cause Ive been making fast friends, late at night the kind when the sun sets. like waking up and thinking honey why I do it again? PENNY: I came to in a cold sweat with a nosebleed feeling hopeless. thought I maybe might be dead til I got my pen sat down and wrote this. suddenly I felt fine inside a mind so full of ghosts. the darkest nights mean you see the stars the most. PENNY: this one goes out to all the dreamers at sea this life is only what you want it to be and I want more, I want more, I want more, I want more! PENNY: I used to knock on wood I used to never curse I used to think I could control the universe With my obsessive thoughts and what felt like a prayer I shouted to the sky dont let my family disappear. I used to feel alone I used to not belong but little did I know I had the power all along. the only thing to fear is never being scared.

[Suddenly, all the lights in the venue are out. The music starts to play. Some backlights turn on. WHO ARE THESE SILLHOUETTES?]

RILEY: off with your head dance til you're dead heads will roll heads will roll heads will roll on the floor [SURPRISE IT'S RILEY AND PENNY also known as Robyn Saint and that girl]

PENNY: glitter on the west streets silver over everything the rivers all wet you're all chrome

RILEY: dripping with alchemy shiver stop shivering the glitter's all wet you're all chrome

PENNY: the men cry out the girls cry out the men cry out the girls cry out the men cry out, oh no

RILEY: the men cry out the girls cry out the men cry out the girls cry out the men cry out, oh no

PENNY: off, off with your head dance, dance til you're dead heads will roll heads will roll heads will roll on the floor

RILEY: looking glass take the past shut your eyes mirror lies

PENNY: looking glass take the past shut your eyes mirror lies

RILEY: dripping with alchemy shiver stop shivering the glitter's all wet you're all chrome you're all chrome

PENNY: off off off with your head dance dance dance til you're dead off off off with your head dance dance dance til you're dead off off off with your head dance dance dance til you're dead

RILEY: off off off with your head dance dance dance til you're dead off off off with your head dance dance dance til you're dead off off off with your head dance dance dance til you're dead

RILEY: -GRINNING AT PENNY THO. THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME-

PENNY: -she's smiling too, and then taking a moment with the mic and then gesturing at Riley- everyone. my sister Robyn Saint!

PENNY: -finally scurries off stage-

RILEY: -waves at the people, laughing a little. nerves are out now thank god- surprise! not dead. louie, if you're watching...i'm sorry... but hey. let's take advantage of the time we got and play some songs most people know? or nobody knows. not my songs. anyway. let's get this thing going.

RILEY: -voice low and slow and sultry- welcome to your life there's no turning back even while we sleep we will find you

RILEY: acting on your best behavior turn your back on mother nature everybody wants to rule the world

RILEY: it's my own design it's my own remorse help me to decide help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure nothing ever lasts forever everybody wants to rule the world

RILEY: -looking at one of the cameras- there's a room where the light won't find you holding hands while the walls come tumbling down when they do i'll be right behind you

RILEY: so glad we've almost made it so sad they had to fade it ;( everybody wants to rule the world everybody wants to rule the world everybody wants to rule the world -have two middle fingers cameraward and a dramatic curtsy-

RILEY: paranoia is in bloom the pr transmissions will resume they'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around so come on

RILEY: another promise another scene another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed and all the green belts wrapped around our minds and endless red tape to keep the truth confined so come on

RILEY: -guitar time- they will not force us they will stop degrading us they will not control us we will be victorious so come on interchanging mind control come let the revolution take its toll if you could flick a switch and open your third eye you'd see that we should never be afraid to die -fist in the air- so come on

RILEY: rise up and take the power back it's time the fat cats had a heart attack you know that their time's coming to an end we have to unify and watch our flag ascend

RILEY: -here we go- they will not force us they will stop degrading us they will not control us we will be victorious

DEREK: - 😍 -

RILEY: thanks guys. my hair keeps getting in my face. how do you like it? it's long and shit. i'm lazy. RILEY: but something doesn't feel right with me being the only one up here... -looks quizzically around...obviously intentionally-

DAVE: -He's walking on stage with a microphone- Please, leave the acting to me Ms. Saint.

LIFERA: -👀 somewhere-

ERIDAN: -has slunk up to watch the concert from the rooftops. Eyes on the sky, he's listening rather. This is visually safer for him.-

RILEY: -perfect time for banter- i would if you, you know...were up here. someone's gotta pick up the slack.

DAVE: By all means, pick up as much as you want. I've been deceased for nearly a year, want do you want from me?

DAVE: -Stands next to her-

RILEY: and i've been declared missing. but i'm not missing anymore. he look dead to you guys? -gestures to the audience GET THEM ALL RILED UP-

DAVE: How do we know I'm not some sort of dastardly phantasm?

ERIDAN: -Watches the stars and keeps an eye out for any passing satellites. Incidentally, he thinks about his lusus while the crowd cheers away. Old man would be useful right now... But he would have hated it on Earth. The air tastes foul and Eridan would agree with him. For now, he keeps watch.-

RILEY: guess we'll have to watch you do your thing. that's enough proof for me.

DAVE: I guess it is time to give the people what they were promised. One surprise, to be followed by another.

DAVE: -He presses a button on his helmet and you can hear the air hiss out, before he undoes clasps around the helmet, carefully removing it and placing his shades over his eyes.-

DAVENFORTH: Sup boys and girls

RILEY: you're a real boy?!

DAVENFORTH: A real life honest to goodness boy hot damn who would have thought it - Sets his helmet down.-

DAVENFORTH: Surprise bitch the manager and the client are one and the same  

RILEY: i'm so fucking shocked i think you'll actually have to call up rihanna herself to do this next one with you. the audience may need some time to process that dave skellington isn't an actual robot, too.

DAVENFORTH: Well lets soothe em with a song

DAVENFORTH: Kick it barack

RILEY: -the guitar is staying out- i think i've had enough might get a little drunk i say what's on my mind i might do a little time cuz all of my kindness is taken for weakness

RILEY: now i'm fourfiveseconds from wildin and we got three more days til friday im just tryna make it back home by monday mornin i swear i wish somebody would dare me ooh that's all i want -looks over at dave. SHE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME-

DAVENFORTH: Woke up an optimist DAVENFORTH: Sun was shinin im positive DAVENFORTH: Then I heard you was talkin trash DAVENFORTH: Hold me back im bout to spaz

DAVENFORTH: -He's grinning into the mic-

RILEY: and i know that you're up tonight thinkin how could i be so selfish? but you called bout a thousand times wondering where i've been now i know that you're up tonight thinkin' how could i be so reckless? but i just can't apologize -closes her eyes- i hope you can understand

DAVENFORTH: If i go to jail tonight DAVENFORTH: Promise youll pay my bail DAVENFORTH: See they want to buy my pride DAVENFORTH: But that just aint up for sale

RILEY: -harmonizing time-

RILEY: now i'm fourfiveseconds from wildin' and we got three more days 'til friday i'm just tryna make it back home by monday mornin' i swear i wish somebody would tell me ooh, that's all i want

DAVENFORTH: Well the good news is i dont think we gotta worry about jail time after this

RILEY: nah. they'd have to catch us first. RILEY: but hey. with this new shocking revelation of yours, maybe the audience wants some alone time with you. RILEY: you know. that kind of long distance relationship lovin' after reuniting. RILEY: so i think i'll leave you guys alone for a little.

DEREK: -gdi riley-

RILEY: -WONK-

DAVENFORTH: If thats the case then let me get a little more comfortable -Presses a button on the brooch of his cape and POOF. There he is in a perfectly tailored suit. Crimson, of course.-

DAVENFORTH: Much better

DAVENFORTH: Yall ready to party

JEFF: =He is ready to party! :U =

RILEY: -walks off stage strumming her guitar-

DAVENFORTH: Then lets hit it

DAVENFORTH: American hypocrisy oh let me count the ways DAVENFORTH: They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves justified it using what christianity would say religion dont mean shit theres too much ego in the way DAVENFORTH: Thats why isis is in crisis but in reality this country do the same shit take a life and call it righteous

DAVENFORTH: For real i though this was thou shalt not kill DAVENFORTH: But police still letting off niggas in the ville DAVENFORTH: Claiming that he reached for a gun

DAVENFORTH: They really think we dumb and got a death wish DAVENFORTH: Now somebodys son is laying breathless DAVENFORTH: When i was a little boy my father lived in texas DAVENFORTH: Pulled up in toyota drove that bitch like it was lexus DAVENFORTH: Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for dallas DAVENFORTH: Out there for the summer feeling just like i was alice DAVENFORTH: Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering DAVENFORTH: Just like they was back home and thats wrong

DAVENFORTH: I had a convo with the president i paid to go and see him DAVENFORTH: Thinking bout the things i said id say when i would see him DAVENFORTH: Feeling nervous sitting in a room full of white folks DAVENFORTH: Thinking about the black man plight think i might choke nope DAVENFORTH: Raised my hand and asked a man a question DAVENFORTH: Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression

DAVENFORTH: Change is slow always has been always will be DAVENFORTH: But fuck that ima bust back till they kill me DAVENFORTH: Change is slow always has been always will be DAVENFORTH: But fuck that ima bust back until they kill me DAVENFORTH: You feel me

DAVENFORTH: Heres a thought for my revolutionary heart DAVENFORTH: Take a deeper look at history its there to pick apart DAVENFORTH: See the people at the top they get to do just what they want DAVENFORTH: Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart DAVENFORTH: Then they start to holla revolution tired of living here destitution DAVENFORTH: Fuck that looting can you tell me whats the best solution

DAVENFORTH: -Somehow he got a stool, and he's sitting on stage, casually lighting a blunt.-

DEREK: -snickering about it-

RILEY: -rolling her eyes but she's laughing too-

DAVENFORTH: Hands up everybody run DAVENFORTH: Dave outside and he say he got a gun DAVENFORTH: Niggas like man that's what everybody say DAVENFORTH: Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead DAVENFORTH: Everybody scared of the nigga DAVENFORTH: Aware that the nigga is better DAVENFORTH: All my bitches the pick of the litter DAVENFORTH: Never bitter DAVENFORTH: Niggas is faker than anime DAVENFORTH: Me i never hate, get cake like anna mae woah DAVENFORTH: Eat the cake bitch eat the damn cake DAVENFORTH: Fuck good nigga we demand great DAVENFORTH: Order dominos and she take off all her clothes DAVENFORTH: Nigga you know how it goes make the pizza man wait DAVENFORTH: The best kept secret DAVENFORTH: Even hoes try and keep it and i leak the damn tape DAVENFORTH: Rest in peace any nigga want beef DAVENFORTH: Even secret service couldnt keep the man safe

DAVENFORTH: -He's grinning and vibing to the hook, blowing smoke-

DAVENFORTH: This is the part that the thugs skip DAVENFORTH: Young nigga never had love DAVENFORTH: You know foot massage back rub shit DAVENFORTH: Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit DAVENFORTH: That is until i met you DAVENFORTH: Together we done watch years go by DAVENFORTH: Seen a river of your tears go by DAVENFORTH: Got me thinkin' bout some kids still i DAVENFORTH: Tell them hoes come through DAVENFORTH: Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about em DAVENFORTH: Won't be long for you, start to doubt em DAVENFORTH: Tell yourself you better off without em

DAVENFORTH: Come and dance

DAVENFORTH: -Now is when he stands-

DAVENFORTH: This ones a little personal

DAVENFORTH: This goes out to everyone that told me i wouldnt be shit

DAVENFORTH: Before the red cups and the backwoods smoke DAVENFORTH: Me and mom in the shack in the woods bro DAVENFORTH: I was sleepin on the floor with the oven door open DAVENFORTH: While i dreamt about the places that i would go DAVENFORTH: We would go door to door to door all day DAVENFORTH: We were begging em to lay up in the foyer DAVENFORTH: I was sittin with the hookers in a motel hallway DAVENFORTH: Waiting on a blind audition like its broadway DAVENFORTH: Now these madams looking like a fleet of foxes DAVENFORTH: Rat pack chief of staff like sinatra DAVENFORTH: Eat drink swank nigga thats the mantra DAVENFORTH: Betta stand when i speak nigga fix your posture DAVENFORTH: Chief dont run baby word to poppa DAVENFORTH: Wanted me to be a lawyer engineer or doctor DAVENFORTH: The new godfather keep your old mobsters DAVENFORTH: Matter fact you can keep your old oscars DAVENFORTH: Its tomorrow never dies now DAVENFORTH: Im on yacht with a prince in dubai now DAVENFORTH: Im with the dalai lamas homies in the sky lounge DAVENFORTH: Cocktails got me loosenin my tie now DAVENFORTH: They say a prophet never honored in his homeland DAVENFORTH: Thats fine id rather have my own land DAVENFORTH: Gotta plan for a hundred roman numerals DAVENFORTH: Long live the chief nigga, welcome to your funeral

DAVENFORTH: Chief dont run shaggy

DAVENFORTH: It's my time, hit the gong out here DAVENFORTH: They gon need to build a bigger wall out here DAVENFORTH: I live a different set of laws out here DAVENFORTH: Know my rights even when im in the wrong out here DAVENFORTH: Look what we did with one song out here DAVENFORTH: Like a locksmith opened every door out here DAVENFORTH: You dealing with a king not a kong out here DAVENFORTH: You a pawn but we can get along out here DAVENFORTH: You in my house actin too free though DAVENFORTH: We know you foul nigga two free throws DAVENFORTH: Chiefy chiefy in a new chief cloak DAVENFORTH: I aint even said a word but my suit bespoke DAVENFORTH: I got a new agenda that i gotta carry through DAVENFORTH: When your fathers enemies are tryna bury you DAVENFORTH: And the royal families are tryna mary you DAVENFORTH: Long live the chief nigga welcome to your funeral

DAVENFORTH: Violent j and shaggy the chief is comin prepare those asses

DEREK: -yaaaaaaaaas-

DAVENFORTH: -Snrks at his own comment-

RILEY: -SO MUCH CLAPPING-

DAVENFORTH: Thanks ladies and gents for takin this oh so well but theres still better yet

DAVENFORTH: You know the goofy guy in the hat well thats my brother and him and the ever dope robyn saint are gonna do some songs for yall dont fret though ill be back

DEREK: -come on babe. he places a hand on her back while they both head out onto the stage again, gesturing with his other hand for davendork to move it.-

DAVENFORTH: -Blows smoke in Derek's face as he passes by-

DEREK: Fuckin rude.

QIRIN: =She's just clapping from backstage! Heck!=

RILEY: -here they go. she waves at the crowd with derek beside her- the sock's off the door so...i figured we would be in the clear. RILEY: anyway. hey again. this goofy guy in the hat? RILEY: i'm kinda in love with him. -makes a THIS LITTLE gesture- kinda. RILEY: i think we need another stage name though. robyn saint and goofy guy in the hat doesn't really flow.

DEREK: -grins at her. YEAH BITCHES ROBYN SAINT IS IN LOVE WITH ME.- DEREK: What about Robyn Saint and the Weird Puppet Guy?

RILEY: -gives him a look.- yeah. for anybody that knows my obscure shit from way in the beginning, this is weird puppet guy. RILEY: i think we have to get past the puppets at this point. no room for felt on this stage.

DEREK: Yeah well see about that.

DEREK: For now lets get this show on the road.

RILEY: -rolls her eyes- i guess we gotta. let's do this.

DEREK: -snickers and bobs his head as the music starts up-

DEREK: You think its over now. You think well go away. But we keep climbing up. You cant keep us down.

RILEY: a temporary no this shit is not for play we're not your typical that ain't what we're here for -walking the stage a little-

DEREK: Its time we light it up. Our matchs to the grade. The tensions driving in. We aint looking down.

RILEY: watch how we take the throne drop like a cannonball we take the lead, no we're never gonna follow -shakes her finger-

DEREK AND RILEY: Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode? Don't they know, this building is about to blow? This building is about to Blow

DEREK: Three years of digging holes. Been burning through our clothes. Yeah we keep on rising high. You can't touch us now. -bouncing around her with a grin-

RILEY: -grins at derek- we give it every night our hearts are dynamite we spit that fire -looks at the audience- so you better listen up

MYPOST DEREK AND RILEY: Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode? Don't they know, this building is about to blow? DEREK AND RILEY: Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode? Don't they know, this building is about to blow? This building is about to Blow

DEREK: Bang bang here we go. Everythings about to blow.

RILEY: our moment's going up blast it up and lift it up sky high sky high here we go 'bout to fly

DEREK AND RILEY: Don't they know, the speaker is about to explode? Don't they know, this building is about to blow? This building is about to Blow

RILEY: uh-oh, running out of breath, but i oh i, i got stamina uh-oh, running now, i close my eyes -closes her eyes- well, oh, i got stamina -opens them- and uh-oh, i see another mountain to climb but i, i got stamina uh-oh, i need another lover, be mine -leans her head against derek's shoulder and turns away from him- cuz i, i got stamina

DAVENFORTH: -That's his family y'all-

RILEY: don't give up, i won't give up don't give up, no no no don't give up, i won't give up don't give up, no no no

DEREK AND RILEY: I'm free to be the greatest, I'm alive I'm free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive

RILEY: well, uh-oh, running out of breath, but i oh, i, i got stamina uh-oh, running now, i close my eyes but, oh, i got stamina and oh yeah, running through the waves of love but i, i got stamina and oh yeah, i'm running and i've just enough and uh-oh, i got stamina

RILEY: don't give up, i won't give up don't give up, no no no don't give up, i won't give up don't give up, no no no -shakes her finger at the camera-

DEREK AND RILEY: I'm free to be the greatest, I'm alive I'm free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive The greatest, the greatest alive DEREK AND RILEY: Oh-oh, I got stamina Oh-oh, I got stamina Oh-oh, I got stamina Oh-oh, I got stamina

DEREK: Hey I am the truth. Hey I am the wisdom of the fallen. I'm the youth. Hey I am the greatest. Hey this is the proof. Hey I work hard pray hard pay dues hey. I transform with pressure Im hands-on with effort. I fell twice before my bounce back was special. Letdowns will get you and the critics will test you. But the strong will survive another scar may bless you.

DEREK AND RILEY: Don't give up (no no), I won't give up (no no) Don't give up, no no no (nah) Don't give up, I won't give up Don't give up, no no no

DEREK AND RILEY: I'm free to be the greatest, I'm alive I'm free to be the greatest here tonight, the greatest The greatest, the greatest alive (don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, no no no) The greatest, the greatest alive (don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, no no no)

DEREK AND RILEY: The greatest, the greatest alive (don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, no no no) The greatest, the greatest alive (don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, no no no) The greatest, the greatest alive (don't give up, don't give up, don't give up, no no no) The greatest, the greatest alive (I got stamina) The greatest, the greatest alive (I got stamina) The greatest, the greatest alive (I got stamina)

DAVENFORTH: -Probably swaying with Qirin. Don't mind him he's a little high, to take the edge off.-

RILEY: -grabs his hand and gives him a smooch- he's got some stuff to show off. thanks for having me tonight. dave and dirk if you're listening or watching or whatever wherever you are -- don't give up. i love you. RILEY: -she bows and makes her exit-

DEREK: -watches her go before he turns back to face the audience.- DEREK: Yeah so. Im some nobody who happens to be Robyn Saints man and Dave Skellingtons brother. DEREK: Unless youre a part of some niche fetish communities in which case I am definitely a somebody you know. DEREK: But we can save that discussion for another time. -paces around the stage while he talks- DEREK: Truth is I wanted to put this together cuz I wanted to send out a message to people. One of hope and empowerment through somethin positive. Somethin anybody can do. DEREK: Art. Expression. DEREK: This shit goin on now aint nothin new... Though it has hit a whole new level of whacky thats for damn sure. Long before the alternian empire planted their roots here Ive been dealin with oppression. My brother and me bounced around from foster home to foster home cuz nobody wanted us. DEREK: We had to fight to live. And we made a name for ourselves in our own ways.

DEREK: And then the alternians took my son from me. -pauses his pacing, looking at the audience with furrowed brows- DEREK: I let my anger and my hatred twist me up into somethin awful. I was afraid. I was a coward. It drove me to do shit thats no better than what I went through growin up and it became this vicious cycle. DEREK: I couldve poured all those feelings into something that fucking mattered. I couldve fought back. I couldve protected my remaining son. But I was afraid. I was one man. Because I thought it was over for me... I thought there was nothin left. DEREK: -sighs, pacing again- Point is... DEREK: Yall are livin in a scary word right now. But you gotta fight. You gotta use that fear. DEREK: Youll be makin a better world for yourself. For your family. For billions of folks who deserve a chance to be happy.

DEREK: Dirk. Dave... Russet and Ryan. Im gonna make a better world for you. -STARTS THE MUSIC-

DAVENFORTH: -Damn bro-

RILEY: -she's totally crying backstage-

RILEY: -god damn it derek-

DEREK: This is the beat we dance to. Tribal warfare let the rhythm prepare you. Theres too much fear and we’ve been given a handful. Its time to break out aint no need to be careful. Ground breaker movement maker. Too many sleep walkers we need a wake up. Dont believe what you see cuz what is you see is fake. If triple zs is the steez we gon need a shake up.

DEREK: Even if Im 1 in 100000. Imma stay strong never backing down from. Anything that comes Imma stand my ground son.

I give you my word thats one you can count on.

DEREK: -COME ON EVERYBODY GET HYPE-

DEREK: Weve been at war too long its time to make art. Too much TV my brains scarred. Smokes and mirrors its hard to take part. The rhetorics flat so I must stay sharp. There's too many sheep and not enough brave hearts. If youre ready for roll then lets go.

DEREK: Even if Im 1 in 100000. Imma stay strong never backing down from. Anything that comes Imma stand my ground son. I give you my word thats one you can count on.

DAVENFORTH: FUCK DAVENFORTH: IT DAVENFORTH: UP

DAVENFORTH: -Jamming backstage-

DEREK: So just bounce to this. Go ahead and get down to this. I can go for round for round on this. And Im a man of my word so you can count on it.

RILEY: GO BABY!

DEREK: Alls my life I has to fight. Alls my life I... Hard times like yah. Bad trips like God! Nazareth Im fucked up. Homie you fucked up. But if God got us then we gon be alright.

DEREK: We gon be alright. We gon be alright. We gon be alright. Do you hear me do you feel me? We gon be alright.

DAVENFORTH: -Anyone unfortunate to be backstage with Davenforth is gonna get a double helping of these rhymes.-

DEREK: -definitely singing these hooks I just didnt wanna edit them whoops-

DEREK: When you know, we been hurt, been down before. When our pride was low lookin' at the world like "where do we go?" And we hate Popo wanna kill us dead in the street for sure. I'm at the preacher's door. My knees gettin weak and my gun might blow but we gon be alright.

DEREK: We gon be alright. We gon be alright. We gon be alright. Do you hear me do you feel me? We gon be alright.

DEREK: When you know, we been hurt, been down before. When our pride was low lookin' at the world like "where do we go?" And we hate Popo wanna kill us dead in the street for sure. I'm at the preacher's door. My knees gettin weak and my gun might blow but we gon be alright.

DEREK: I keep my head up high. I cross my heart and hope to die. Lovin me is complicated. Too afraid. A lot of changes. I'm alright and youre a favorite. Dark nights in my prayers.

DEREK: -exhales... HE DID IT-

RILEY: -SO MUCH CLAPPING SHES SO PROUD-

DAVENFORTH: -He's out on stage so fast and jumping on his brother, damn his image-

DAVENFORTH: Thats how you do that shit

QIRIN: ^_^

QIRIN: 👏👏👏👏

DEREK: -laughs, swinging an around around the brother. WHAT A DORK. both of them really.- Fuck yeah.

DAVENFORTH: -Starts talking into the mic DAVENFORTH: Not only is this my brother hes my twin like he told you for so many years all we had was each other thats his back to to back against the fucking world no exaggeration DAVENFORTH: Sometimes though you separate and fuck up and you dont know of the strife that each other has been through DAVENFORTH: While derek was dealing with his pains i was dealing with my own and still continuing to strive and bring entertainment and satire of the fucking bullshittery of a fucking empire but there was still that void DAVENFORTH: Even if you cant fight you can make a difference i promise DAVENFORTH: not everyone can pull a trigger and you shouldnt have to no one should be made to come to that but like derek said DAVENFORTH: Art expression just being is direct and complete defiance to a system and a people and way of life that wants you eradicated DAVENFORTH: Unfortunately the enemy has come in and has given you no other option but to fight DAVENFORTH: They dont think you will thats why everything we know and love has been perveted and destroyed DAVENFORTH: Nows your chance to let them know it wont fly anymore and me and my bro are gonna give you some good music to be real defiant to DAVENFORTH: Dirk dave i know youre out there bein strong and listenin to your old ass uncle ramble but im proud of you kids im glad i got the chance to meet you and watch you grow DAVENFORTH: Russet jinjin and cereza ima see yall soon love you girls youre probably gonna hear about all the stupid shit i did from your moms but know that most of it was for you

DEREK: -yeeeeeees- Lets do this shit man. -claps him on the back and bobs some more as the music gets going.-

DEREK: How long before the hate that we hold Lead us to another Holocaust? Are we so deep in it that we can't end it? Stop hold ever call it off. Its too clear nuclears too near. And the holders of the molotov. Say that Revolutions right here right now And they aint callin off.

DAVENFORTH: Lets fuckin do it

DAVENFORTH: Wake up roll an eighth up DAVENFORTH: Throw a double finger with a fist DAVENFORTH: Here at the abyss DAVENFORTH: I will be your tour guide DAVENFORTH: It is war time check your wrists (Ready kids) DAVENFORTH: Over to your right shine a light DAVENFORTH: Got a bevy ready for the fight DAVENFORTH: I just wanna live i dont wanna ever have to load a clip DAVENFORTH: Only hunt bliss DAVENFORTH: I am still a kid in my heart DAVENFORTH: But these motherfuckers sick DAVENFORTH: They dont give a shit not at all DAVENFORTH: They dont even want to let you take a little piss in a pot DAVENFORTH: Listen along DAVENFORTH: They dont want your love shit is bugged DAVENFORTH: Motherfuckers steady getting rich from the blood DAVENFORTH: Love when you beg DAVENFORTH: Trust i would sooner put a puckered pair of lips to the sun DAVENFORTH: Love will survive DAVENFORTH: Run out under iridescent lights for our lives DAVENFORTH: I will be surprised if we ever got the feeling so alive as tonight DAVENFORTH: Wild for the night DAVENFORTH: Look into my eyes DAVENFORTH: I am standing at your side for the fight DAVENFORTH: Minds over might DAVENFORTH: Swear to God DAVENFORTH: They could barely even see the dog DAVENFORTH: They dont see the size of the fight

DEREK: Wake up. Drink water. Smoke blunt. Clean. Oil my Kalashnikov. Stockpile ten for me and friends in case shit get to poppin off. The evening news givin yous views. Telling you to pick your master for president. Been behind the curtain seen the devil workin. Came back with some evidence. Im here to tell you dont let em tell you whats right wrong. Make love smoke kush try to laugh hard and live long. That's the antidote. You defeat the devil when you hold onto hope. Cuz kinfolk life is beautiful. And we ain't gotta die for them other men. And I refuse to kill another human being. In the name of a government. Cuz I don't study war no more. I dont hate the poor no more. Gettin more aint whats more. Only thing more is the love. So when you see me. Please greet me with a heart full. And a pound and a hug.

DAVENFORTH: -Sings the hook-

DEREK: -DANCIN AROUND-

DEREK: Seen the devil give a sermon in the church. Seen an angel dancing in the club. Tryin to feed a baby so I threw a thousand in the air. And blessed her with a hug. I done been down so many times. Walked on like a dirty rug. And now that I made it can't fake it. Gotta give me what Im truly worthy of.

DAVENFORTH: And I don't how much it really means to be right DAVENFORTH: And what a joy itd be to see some peace in this life DAVENFORTH: And it occurs to me that maybe we aint ever really seen any right DAVENFORTH: Here in the dark DAVENFORTH: Hoping just to see a beam of the light

DEREK: Hear what I say we are the business today. Fuck shit is finished today. Derek and Dave we the new PB and J. We dropped a classic today. We did a tablet of acid today. Lit joints with the matches and ashes away. SKRRRT! We dash away. Donner and Dixon the pistol is wrapped on the way.

DAVENFORTH: -BOUNCING AROUND-

DAVENFORTH: Doctors of death DAVENFORTH: Curing our patients of breath DAVENFORTH: We are the pain you can trust DAVENFORTH: Crooked at work DAVENFORTH: Cookin up curses and slurs DAVENFORTH: Smokin my brain into mush DAVENFORTH: I became famous for flamin you fucks DAVENFORTH: Maimin my way through the brush DAVENFORTH: There is no training or taming of me and my bruh DAVENFORTH: Look like a man but im animal raw

RILEY: -dancin backstage-

DEREK: We are the murderous pair. That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there. Then went to Hell and discovered the devil. Delivered some hurt and despair. Used to have powder to push. Now I smoke pounds of the kush. Holy Im burnin a bush. Now I give a fuck about none of this shit. Jewel runner over and out of this bitch.

QIRIN: =joins riley=

DAVENFORTH: Step into the spotlight

DEREK: WOO!

DAVENFORTH: Copping of uppers and downers get done DAVENFORTH: I'm in a rush to be numb DAVENFORTH: Droppin a thousand ain't much DAVENFORTH: Come from the clouds DAVENFORTH: On a missile to turn this whole town into dust DAVENFORTH: Dont make a sound, baby hush DAVENFORTH: I am the living swipe right on the mic im a slut DAVENFORTH: I dont know how to not spit like a lout DAVENFORTH: Ill spill a pound of my kids on your couch

RILEY: -hip bumps qirin DAMN YOU GOT SOME BONY HIPS AM I RIGHT-

DEREK: Half of a mongrel and mythical team. Villainous treacherous things. Legend says Daveys a spawn out of Hades. The myth is my mamas a murderous queen. Your life can end like in Godfather 1. You get the gun as I christen my son. If I die today and it's Hell I should pay. Tell the Lord Derek said Fuck it was fun.

DAVENFORTH: Every new records my dick in a box DAVENFORTH: We get a doozy the mulas a lock DAVENFORTH: Youre getting used to me doing no wrong DAVENFORTH: I dont play chicken you prick im a fox DAVENFORTH: You wanna kick it ill give you the rocks DAVENFORTH: You kiss the wood chipper blade if you balk DAVENFORTH: Im fuckin magic in fact im a warlock of talk DAVENFORTH: I got a unicorn horn for a

DAVENFORTH: AND THE CROWD GOES

DEREK: Mike Pentangeli wont snitch. Ill rent a room at the Ritz. Ill sip a fifth of the whisk. Ill smoke a dub in the tub. Then I will split both my wrists.

DAVENFORTH: Ill pull a sword on you simps DAVENFORTH: Just with a flick of the wrist DAVENFORTH: Get your neck giving up mist DAVENFORTH: Me and rek skip away whistlin and grin DAVENFORTH: Every days golden when you only win

DEREK: Bullyin bastards and beatin on beats. Sounds like a day at the beach preach. I keep it middle school, step on your feet. Before you can speak,blow to the teeth.

DAVENFORTH: We move among the ones you think are meek DAVENFORTH: You think im lion you right, see my teeth DAVENFORTH: Dont be a bore when im roaring vamoose DAVENFORTH: Huntings no fun when your prey doesnt move DAVENFORTH: Ill put a gun to a bunny like choose DAVENFORTH: Say somethin funny or bunny go boom DAVENFORTH: You got a bevy of shit you could groove DAVENFORTH: Wed like to thank you for choosing our crew

DEREK: And thats from the crew you can trust. Warranty plus for fuckin shit up. We are the no-gooders do-gooders. Known to the dancers and dealers and doers of dust.

DEREK: -throws his hands up. yEEAAAHH.-

DAVENFORTH: -Looks dead in the camera and runs his thumb across his neck-

[Woah! Where did all these flyers get on campus?? A free concert? College students love free, right? Will there be food there? Probably. Will there be booze? Definitely. The cause for the concert? The new presidents, of course! It's high time to welcome them into office. Join various artists for this dedication concert to the most diabolical and intensely stupid presidents since Trump himself. Tonight only!]

DAVENFORTH: -Currently raiding the AV club for equipment.-

JEFF: =Peeps at Dave's raiding= JEFF: .... Howdy there.... um, d'you need some help in here?

DAVENFORTH: Yeah grab that amp and that switchboard for me

DAVENFORTH: -Wheeling out this broadcast equipment-

DEREK: -he's here too, relaying messages from the sonion-

JEFF: Oh, um, alrighty. =Grabs the things and hoists them. He's a strong bean, follows= JEFF: This is for that concert right? =He's sweaty about that..... it might put them in danger=

DAVENFORTH: Yep

MAYOR: -scampering around all the movement going down here-

ERIDAN: -burning distantly from some doorway. Smothered in heavy shadow.-

DAVENFORTH: People are way too complacent about the authoritarian state in place and its time to get them rowdy about their own lives

JEFF: Well.... I... can get that perspective... JEFF: We get by here th-though...

MAYOR: -CATCHES A FLIER AND STARES AT IT-

DAVENFORTH: How long are you gonna get by until youre all thats left to stand up

DAVENFORTH: Cannibalism is being normalized and the people are being sedated by shitty soda and carnival games

DAVENFORTH: Again i ask

DAVENFORTH: How long are you just gonna get by until getting by isnt enough

JEFF: =Hhhhhhhh, some internal and external wheezing= We don't.... actualy have that much trainin to fight... JEFF: They send... they send specialized fighters after... (people who get all... rowdy...) =He mumbles off feeling like a coward but he's just a humble engineer nerd he's never had to fight. LOOK AT THIS SQUISH, he's VULNERABLE=

ERIDAN: honestly youre wwalkin out there wwith a great circular target sight right betwween your fuckin eyes -Steps in for Jeff. Yes, he's well aware that Jeff is vulnerable and squishy.-

DAVENFORTH: Like the acrobats right

JEFF: =Thanks Eridan and nods= Y-yeah.... like them.

DAVENFORTH: Thats valid and i respect that

ERIDAN: say maybe not you but evveryone else wwho aint got the gall to do nothin but stand in your general vvicinity

DAVENFORTH: Were working with an expert to mask the broadcast location

DAVENFORTH: You wanna stay off camera thats fine work the cameras and keep em on me

DAVENFORTH: Not tryin to bring you trouble but this shit right here

DAVENFORTH: Sometimes you gotta get dangerous

ERIDAN: -squints mistrustfully.- wwhatevver ERIDAN: dont fuck up the initial plan or im personally makin it so you dont get further than the front gate ERIDAN: -and with that, struts off. He's got a patrol to do.-

JEFF: Um... =Watches Eridan go= I can.. work a camera yeah.

DAVENFORTH: Roger that gilly the squid

JEFF: =Still sweaty about this situation... he feels like he's just being a wimp by not fighting but he's not the fighting type. He's just a behind-the-scenes buildy guy=

DAVENFORTH: Think about it this way jeff

DAVENFORTH: Youre the architect of a revolution

MAYOR: -CRUNPLES THE PAPER.... he is having an Internal Crisis or-- stuffing it into his rags for more padding, maybe, who knows. HE SCURRIES AWAY SUDDENLY.-

JEFF: =Laughs a little, watching the Mayor run off= Well... that seems a lil dramatic... haha =But he likes it....=

DAVENFORTH: Its the truth

DAVENFORTH: How many people would you say are complacent and already defeated with the way things are

DAVENFORTH: -Brings this stuff to the school theater. They're getting things set up. He sets down the equipment he has-

JEFF: I guess that is a lil true.... =walks with him and sets the things he's carrying down carefully. Rubbing his arm= JEFF: Well.... I can help you out more. However you need it. Um. Whoever needs me here.

DAVENFORTH: I understand if you or other folks are scared thats okay i guess doin something like this requires a fair disregard for my own life but that dont mean i want anyone to follow suit if they arent feelin it

DAVENFORTH: That being said fighting is dangerous stuff but no one got anywhere in history without sacrifice

DAVENFORTH: The people deserve to know they have other options and they can have better they just have to reach out and take it

DAVENFORTH: It sure as hell wont be given

JEFF: =Exhales..... that's true, he doesn't stop rubbing his arm= Good point.... JEFF: We all doin this is... pretty risky.. even if it's comfortable. JEFF: So... yeah. It won't be easy... breakin out of this... =MNG=

DAVENFORTH: No it wont but i feel like youll be proud of yourself for taking the steps

JEFF: Hah... it's.. uncharacteristic that's for sure...

DAVENFORTH: How old are you jeff

JEFF: Uh, 26. =Adjusts glasses=

DAVENFORTH: Youll be thanking yourself in a year

JEFF: I mean... assuming we last the year I suppose I will haha...... =Oh was that inappropriate... coughs into fist=

DAVENFORTH: Youre a really optimistic motherfucker arent you jeff -He grins-

JEFF: Hahaha s'pose I am, someone's gotta be. =Smiles a little, he made a connection here=

DAVENFORTH: Hell yeah

DEREK: -he's feeling ROWDY and looking around the campus for an office or something with an intercom. or maybe that fish or that mime can help him out? either way, he's stalking around.-

RILEY: -she's adding to penny's and her vagina themed art piece with a marker when she notices derek. she squints in his direction, watching for a moment to see what direction he's actually going-

DEREK: -looks back at her and waves with a flick of his writst.- 

DEREK: Nice vagina. -continues on his way-

RILEY: it's fucking beautiful. way to undersell it-- -oh he's still walking.- where the fuck are you going?

DEREK: Im tryin to find some way to communicate with everybody on the campus. 

DEREK: You think they got some kinda secret code or something for emergency gatherings? Ive never been in a cult so I dunno how it works.

RILEY: -drops what she's doing to follow him- emergency gatherings? 

RILEY: i dunno i always figured you were once part of a freaky puppet cult. 

RILEY: what do you gotta say to everyone on the campus anyway? classes back in session?

DEREK: Theres a big difference between a cult and a fetish community Riley. Jesus. 

DEREK: Anyway I just wanna do a lil motivational speakin before we take on the white house.

RILEY: is there though? 

RILEY: a motivational speech over an intercom. i'm not exactly sure what a motivational speech looks like for you but... 

RILEY: you were never the pep talk kind. 

RILEY: do people need to be motivated anyway? you have several enthusiasts already.

DEREK: I need the intercom to tell em to gather so I can pump em up. 

DEREK: Enthusiastic aint good enough.

RILEY: oh so you want to START a cult. 

RILEY: that's fine. totally reasonable. 

RILEY: what do you got that's gonna have everyone begging to kill juggalos?

DEREK: -seems a little serious- More like its shit I think needs said. 

DEREK: ... Shit I wanna say. 

DEREK: Anyway have fun with your mural there.

RILEY: okay. -waves him off- whatever. have fun starting your cult.

DEREK: -DISAPPEARS INTO THE NIGHT. for now.-

RILEY: -gr8-

RILEY: -BYE-

DAVENFORTH: -Casually captchas two of his own vending machines.-

DAVENFORTH: -These will help us. Also throws a can of TAB at Derek's head and scampers up a roof-

DEREK: -DOOF-

DAVENFORTH: -Rest in fucking pieces-

RILEY: -are you still upright sir-

QIRIN: =Peeks= 

QIRIN: =Do you require a bandage?=

QIRIN: =i have solid colors as well as patterned ones=

DAVENFORTH: -...u ok tho-

DEREK: -HE'S DEAD-

DEREK: -except he seems to have just brushed off the assault to continue on his way-

DAVENFORTH: What the fuck is that noggin of yours even made of -Suddenly falling in step, just a straight up bottle of whiskey in his hands. A sizable portion has been drunk already...-

DEREK: The fuck is yours? -steals the bottle from him- 

DEREK: Is it party time?

DAVENFORTH: Its always party time come on i know youve seen waynes world

DAVENFORTH: So whats the mission houston

DEREK: Im just thinkin its about time we start rallying folks around here you know? 

DEREK: Our own mission aside... Theres more that can be done. 

DEREK: Instead of sittin on their asses just waiting for a couple of cool dudes to come around and knock off their shitty presidents.

DAVENFORTH: I was thinking seeing the literal faces of their oppression dying would rile them up

DAVENFORTH: Yaknow its just part of the reason i decided to piss off the faces of planetary fuckery and kill them

DEREK: Yeah and well do that. 

DEREK: Just think we can do more.

DAVENFORTH: Uh huh

[[The road has been silent as it always was. The evening dying down into a nice little chill. The only good thing about all these roadblocks and heightened security around DC is that they get to take backroads and routes through small towns which gives them some time to gas up and get supplies and food as they go.The security had been tightened a bit after the incident in FoodTown, and they tended to avoid other vehicles which they saw more and more of the closer they got. Eventually they had been re-routed as far as Baltimore. Keeping their eyes peeled for headlights on the horizon which would be a sign for them to pull over and try to be inconspicuous.]]

TAKODA: -the evening seems pretty quiet so far... maybe they'll make it through DC soon... they can only hope. at this point there's no avoiding the whole assassination plan. the flavortown debacle has the bros extra riled, and what with davenforth calling the presidents out as he is... if they don't make a move then someone on the other side will. maybe? that's probably pessimistic!-

HIGHBLOOD: =Might be. But either way he's still in the back. Sitting up against a wall. Praying, meditating. Messiahs give him strength=

RILEY: -I ain't get no sleep cuz of y'all-

ROXANNE: -Shes been switching between watching out the window on the bus and watching Typhon do whatever it was that he was doing.-

DEREK: -SOMEHOW manages to nap despite being rowdy. slumped in a seat with his cap hiding his face. zzzz.-

RILEY: -I HOPE YOURE HAVING FUN SLEEPING-

DEREK: -dreamin' about puppets. it's a good time.-

HIGHBLOOD: =He's just still. Mediating with his hands all folded up. He is also holding a bike horn..... gd clowns=

MAYOR: -every stack of thing he tries to build falls over from bumps in the road. NEEDLESS TO SAY HE FINDS THIS AGITATING. He's drawing (poor) diagrams of automobile shock absorbers and suspensions on the windows, floors, and chairs in chalk.-

ROXANNE: -Peeps at the Mayor's work too.-

ROXANNE: Hm...not a bad idea.

MAYOR: -jitters. yes. why would you ever have a car you couldn't build a Pyramid of Things inside of?-

QIRIN: =She has been sleeping when she can, and right now she can't, whether it's the potholes in the road or uncertainty she's going to wake up with a pie in her face or her hand in warm water.=

[[Passing under another street light if Takoda looks in the rear-view he... sees something when it goes under the light. It’s shiny with spots of white?.... Hm. It doesn’t look like good news at all or maybe he’s being paranoid. But the moments passed as they move from under the street lights. The night is still quiet so. You know. Could just be nerves.]]

ROXANNE: -An excellent point mr. Mayor.-

TAKODA: -jitters a little at the strange sight, fleeting as it is- ... ER... TAKODA: -ignores it for now.-

PENNY: -She's bored, withdrawing, and irritated. She's been stuck on a bus with Riley so long that now she actually seems it appropriate to start a conversation with her, plopping down in the adjacent seat.-

PENNY: so hes the baby daddy? -nods at the napping Derek.-

RILEY: -completely surprised that penny's doing this. But she's not going to take it for granted.- yeah. that's him. The other guy's his twin brother.

ROXANNE: -Shes not trying to eavesdrop, but snrks at the question penny asks.-

PENNY: seems like a happy little family. PENNY: why the hell did you come here?

DAVENFORTH: -He's awake, quietly observing things-

RILEY: well... kind of a long story. our sons hunted me down. came for the holidays. got stuck so long i decided to stay.

[[Davenforth’s phone goes off. It’s a twitter alert which I’m sure there are and I don’t know how twitter works. Anyhow it’s a tweet from you're very own elected officials.

DaPrezidanks: @Davenforth 👎 ]]

[[FLASH. There it is.... A pile of bodies folded and stacked on top of each other but crouched low to be aerodynamic. The bodies appear to be covered with glimmering spandex leotards with white masks covering their faces. Soulless, black plastic covering their eyeholes..... The ones at the bottom peddle inhumanly fast on unicycles. Oh no. Acrobats.]]

PENNY: more kids??

QIRIN: =squinting out of the window= Oh my word.

DAVENFORTH: Pfffft weak ass tweet

RILEY: yeah, we have two adult sons too--what the fuck.

TAKODA: ...UHHH...

TAKODA: 1 DON'T MEAN TO ALARM YOU GUYS BUT-- UM... TAKODA: YES, "OH MY WORD" EXPRESSES MY OWN FEEL1NGS, EXACTLY. ABOUT US BE1NG FOLLOWED BY WHAT'S APPARENTLY-- ACROBATS...?

ROXANNE: -At Qirins and Takoda's announcements Roxanne is seat hopping closer to the carapacian to look out and- .....Oh jeez.

DAVENFORTH: What are you talkin about

QIRIN: How are they keeping up with our means of transportation?

MAYOR: -SHAKES HIS FIST AT THEM-

[[Here they come, not even jostled by all the bumps in the road. They’re catching up to the party bus as we speak. Spreading their formation wider and wider... then breaking into two squads. Arms out for show and applause]]

ROXANNE: Freakin' circus magic or some shit.

QIRIN: =Turns Davenforth around to face the window they're staring out of=

[[PLEASE APPLAUD THE PERFORMERS]]

ROXANNE: -APPLAUD YOURSELVES.-

DAVENFORTH: You gotta be shittin me

RILEY: -gives penny a very tired and confused look- oh jesus christ.

MAYOR: -HE FRANKLY DOES NOT APPROVE AT ALL-

[[The two squads are forming what looks like.... human catapults.... FLING there goes two into the air then disappearing to land on top of the bus. Tumbling on the roof. Light on their feet, bendy inthe joint. Listen to them gracefully tumble. Thump, whump, ba-du-dump]]

ROXANNE: !! -Looks up at the ceiling of the bus at the thumps.-

ROXANNE: Shit!

MAYOR: -FALLS OVER-

DAVENFORTH: -Suddenly a pistol in each hand. He's already pointing one at the roof trying to pinpoint locations by the thumps-

DEREK: -RATTLES AWAKE- Bwa???

DAVENFORTH: Might wanna cover your ears guys

[[There are a lot as they are throwing MORE performers]]

PENNY: HA.

RILEY: TOO MUCH FUCKING CIRCUS SHIT.

QIRIN: Now Dave, that shall only puncture the bus full of unnecessary holes.

PENNY: COME ON IN DOUCHEBAGS.

ROXANNE: -Her rifle is making an appearance as well but shes keeping the safety on, its not a great in close distance. But it sure as hell is better then nothing.-

PENNY: -whips out... A GUN.-

TAKODA: AAHHH?? -can't cover his ears }:( but he does try to speed up, maybe they'll fall off?? he can only hope.- AAAAHH.

ROXANNE: Yo, can we not try and antagonize the mobile freakshow maybe?

QIRIN: =Are all of you Americans???=

ROXANNE: -Absolutely.-

DEREK: -also we're all from texas-

RILEY: -puts her hands on her stomach even though it might not make a difference. Ryan'll hear it anyway- well damn. okay. shit.

DEREK: -most of us-

RILEY: -YEEHAW-

DAVENFORTH: Im gonna put some holes in them -His finger is hesitating. He's not firing yet.-

ROXANNE: -Nah, shes a newyorker.-

[[YA HESITATED. One swings into the window and rolls about on the floor like a WHEEL. Kicking the nearest person in the face as they spring up and another is thrown in. Sorry about the face Roxanne but there is canned applause playing from.... Nowhere. BEAUTIFUL. GRACEFUL. AMAZING.]]

ROXANNE: Just keep aim up if you-- -DOOF. She stumbles back from the sudden clown kick. See this is exactly WHY we keep the safety on, so we dont acidently shoot anyone when we fall on our butts.-

PENNY: -YOU CARTWHEELED INTO THE WRONG PARTY BUS!! She tries to fire at one of the invading acrobats.-

[[A gun. On a bus. WHAT COULD GO WRONG?]]

RILEY: -she wasn't going to but now seems like a necessary time to get out her own gun...because she too...is a Texan... BUT THAT NOISE IS SO LOUD-

MAYOR: -he is being very helpful and supportive as he basically just bounces around the bus like a -

MAYOR: -thing that rattles inside of another thing-

ROXANNE: -Well shes getting back up real quick, ignoring the split lip and trying to drive the butt of her gun into the face of the acrobat that kicked her.-

QIRIN: =a rock in a tin can?=

QIRIN: =Because that's what we are right now=

MAYOR: -LETS GO WITH THAT-

DEREK: -everyone's got their gd guns out, someone is gonna get shot and odds are slightly stacked against them... probably not a good idea to bust out the close quarters fighting moves if they're shooting at their targets so he hangs back to defend the wife.- DEREK: Yo damn how long have you had that on you? -HE HASN'T SEEN HER USE THAT BEFORE. he's kind of amused.-

[[The acrobat ROXANNE butted her gun at bends over into a bridge. Another acrobat uses them as a vault to kick her in the stomach. Sadly for the acrobat Penny was aiming at she shot them and they roll to the side. The crowd BOOS her. BOO PENNY]] [[Here comes one through the passenger window. They would like the wheel please. PUNCHES for Takoda]]

QIRIN: =The only thing she has that really resembles anything pew pew are her throwing knives=

RILEY: -that's because she hasn't needed to use it- like twenty something years? never know what shit's gonna go down. -staying alert- oh fucking fuck.

ROXANNE: -She grunts but takes the kick like a champ this time since she was better expecting it. She staggers further back in the bus but if that clown comes closer its getting the same treatment as the last one. Get CLOCKED in the FACE.-

ROXANNE: -Its the best she can do because she isnt going to fire any bullets in here.-

TAKODA: AAAHHH! -more screaming at the acrobat coming at him, he takes the hit, swerves a little, then WHIPS his head back at them to try and knock them with his horns.- YOU STOP THAT!

ROXANNE: -Shes grabbing a seat for balance at the swerve.-

QIRIN: =sprints to the front and just...= QIRIN: =presses her entire palm against the acrobat's face, trying to shove them back out.=

[[While one fights Takoda if someone looks out the window they can see MORE acrobats in giant hamster balls. Cartwheeling WILDLY along the side. Some acrobat bends in from the window and tries to grab Derek to take him OUTSIDE]]

RILEY: -almost loses her balance but sees that acrobat and attempts to shoot IT before it can take Derek.-

[[The acrobat QIRIN strikes against gets a horn then a palm. But they make no sound, instead jumping their butt back onto the dashboard and spreadeagle kicks both Takoda and Qirin. The crowd CHEERS]]

DEREK: SHIT. -half grabbed, half got a BANG ringing in his ear-

RILEY: -SORRY BABE LOVE U-

PENNY: -she just shot a person... WHAT ELSE IS NEW. She decides to crouch down and look for the Mayor. WHATS THIS CRAZY GUY UP TO??-

QIRIN: =Spreadeagled plop right on the ground=

[[As for Roxanne there are two more clowns coming for you doing splits and flips and just.... Other unnecessary things.. Also Penny don’t look too hard for the mayor there’s an acrobat under a seat. Gonna KICK YA. Riley shoots the acrobat... in the shoulder. Also Derek they smell like jockstraps. Enjoy but the grip is weakened.]]

MAYOR: -it almost seems like he got lost in the shuffle?! U BETTER DEAL WITH THAT CLOWN FIRST-

PENNY: -OOF.- DICK?? -dives under the seat after them. SHE WILL FIGHT-

TAKODA: -DOOF. he's swerving again. that's just the way it's gotta be, but he's at least not so disoriented he forgets to hit the breaks as they careen off the road and into the wilderness to the side. they manage NOT to crash, but takoda will have to stop to defend himself.-

ROXANNE: -Why do they have to be so fancy about kicking their asses. Shes not backing up anymore, and is now aiming her gun at them as a threat. She really doesnt want to have to fire this thing in here but clearly using it as a club isnt working.-

[[They like the mayor... but he will also be getting the business. An acrobat is bent with it's head between its legs. Arms forward. C'MERE MAYOR]]

MAYOR: -NO-

MAYOR: -he is bouncing-

MAYOR: -here and there and EVERYWHERE-

DEREK: -tries the old HEAD BUTT on this smelly jerk grabbing him-

RILEY: -her balance is off already thanks to being pregnant, so that swerve makes her fall into a seat, just barely catching herself-

[[The seat is their battle ground Penny. The acrobat sneks between support bars to grab her gun wrist. Bending from around the seat to kick her in the face. APPLAUSE. Roxanne is also going to have to make good on that promise becase here comes one, leaping like a graceful spider monkey off a tumbling ally to chokehold her with its thigh]]

QIRIN: =she's stumbling to her feet again, trying to help Takoda out if he needs it!=

[[DOOF. The headbutt connects. The crowd BOOS Derek. BOO]]

[[But he's free]]

ROXANNE: -Her promise rings true when she reaims the shot at the acrobat sailing towards her and pulls the trigger. BANG-

RILEY: -aims for the acrobat kicking her little sister and SHOOTS now that she's right side up.-

QIRIN: I certainly hope this is not their bus and they are attempting to reclaim it.

DEREK: -FUCK ALL YALL. he's back to riley, just in time for more gun shots in his ear. but its fine. ITS

FINE

RILEY. he's just here to keep her upright and keep everyone off her. also, away from the windows. guides her gently towards the middle of the bus.-

DAVENFORTH: -Casually trying to kick motherfuckers out windows despite still dual wielding pistols.-

[[Both Roxanne and Riley shoot acrobats dead.... Dead dead. But the bodies inflate in their leotards. And keep inflating. The crowd gasps!! And BOOM. They explode into confettis. And also flashbang your eyes.]]

[[Davenforth doesn't get the flashbang. BUT HE GETS BOO'D]]

[[BOOOO]]

ROXANNE: -AGUH WHAT THE FUCK!-

RILEY: -what a team. She manages to get to the middle of the bus with him, looking, searching for any next threat--and....she crouches at the bang. ITS TOO BRIGHT AND LOUD-

ROXANNE: -Quickly goes to shield her eyes, its spots everywhere.- God dammit!

[[The woods lead to a construction area for Takoda. He’ll have to be careful unless he wants to crash it.... Say..... into that giant pile of sand and gravel. That’s RIGHT THERE RIGHT NO, because it’s night time and the dark is unforgiving. Hopefully he isn't blinded like everyone else!]]

QIRIN: x_x

QIRIN: =whatever she just witnessed, the flashbang was surely the follow up purge=

DAVENFORTH: What the fuck -Dodging and kicking at weird fucks-

TAKODA: -winces. yep, impossible to avoid this collision, but he's slowed down enough that he doesn't get fucked up when he crashes.- HRK. -jostled, tho.-

MAYOR: -THAT RATTLES HIM EVEN MORE!!! HOLY HECK-

RILEY: -From crouching, she falls backward at that jolt-

ROXANNE: -Half blind and rattled when they hit, She clings to another seat cushion to avoid being gently tossed any further.-

[[There are more FLASHBANGS AND BOOMS from acrobats biting it at the collision]]

QIRIN: =Slides all the way to the front of the bus. As gracefully as one can in a crash.=

DEREK: -HOLDS RILEY. he doesn't let her fall, because luckily he is graceful like a swan.-

RILEY: -thanks babe-

RILEY: -babe swan-

DAVENFORTH: -Has one of his most ungraceful moments and goes barreling towards the front. DOOF. Hi Qirin.-

QIRIN: =Glad you could join us, Dave!=

DAVENFORTH: -Sup babe-

PENNY: -whenever her gun wrist was grabbed, she decided to try to shoot this acrobat before she can lose it-

PENNY: -BUT NOW SO MANY EXPLOSIONS AND JOSTLING IS HAPPEN, she's probably rolling across the floor of the bus-

MAYOR: -hello penny welcome to the floor zone-

TAKODA: HHHHH... -if there's anymore acrobats up here, he's going to stagger to push them through the door. GTFO.-

[[They've cut down the number of acrobats a good bit but they seem to be a persistent bunch. Two more jumping in as the all the dust starts to clear and settle from the impact-- doof one gets shoved out by Takoda. Here comes it's feet of fury Takoda]]

QIRIN: =Just chillin=

HIGHBLOOD: =There's a lot of noise and jostling and shooting. When he wakes from his eerily still.... trance? Meditation he looks around and EYEBALLS one acrobat before grabbing its head in one big ham-fist= THE. MOTHERFUCK. AM. THIS. BLASPHEMOUS NOISE. =He is big. And angry. It's probably time to leave the bus=

DAVENFORTH: -Peeps this.- We should move

TAKODA: -WRESTLES WITH THESE FEET. at least he's opened up the way to exit, even if he's kind of on the ground outside writhing around against the acrobat.-

MAYOR: -LIFTS HIS HEAD UP ENOUGH TO PEEP-

QIRIN: =But it's likely still salvagable!=

RILEY: -WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON-

ROXANNE: -...Yeah shes moving to the front and away from the senior clown troll. Look at her quickly move through the isle towards the front of the bus. Anyone need help getting up while she passes?-

[[Takoda and the acrobat are wrastling..... and by wrassling. The acrobat is sneking around him.]]

QIRIN: =yes, please :(=

TAKODA: -FLAILING FLAILING-- - OH... -lays there when he realizes he's gone.- HEY!!

DEREK: -scoops riley bridal style and books it out of the way of this clown rage. LEAPS over takoda.-

DAVENFORTH: -Pushes himself. Helps the Qirin. Checks to make sure Lif is okay. She's a tough fish but still.-

RILEY: -OH HERE WE GO. HOLDS ON-

ROXANNE: -As shes moving through the isle shes going to help usher everyone out at a rappid pace.-

MAYOR: -HE IS DEFINITELY USHERED-

MAYOR: -he doesn't want anything to do with that gnarly affair over there-

QIRIN: Thank you-- =she was getting a bit squished... Well heckeroos, maybe they should vacate the bus after all=

HIGHBLOOD: =IT SURE IS AN AFFAIR. None of you have ever gone to war with this guy but, well. He's kinda busting out the party bus... come to think of it... how did they comfortably fit 2 9+ foot trolls in there with them..... miracles=

HIGHBLOOD: =There's roars and unpleasantness behind you. Also exploding acro-bodies=

MAYOR: O_O

DEREK: -HAPPY FUCKIN NEW YEAR-

QIRIN: =excalibur face=

RILEY: -just yells- HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

[[If they keep running away from all the destruction and carnage there is a neighborhood that was once going to get an expansion. An abandoned one now... with no expansion. And also there are the sounds of persuing flips and cartwheels in the distance. Listen to their palms and feet omniously slap the dirt]]  

MAYOR: -abandoned cities??? He's good at looting those!!!!-

QIRIN: =She's with the mayor on this one, as long as it's in the opposite direction of glitter bombs=

[[Derek’s comm goes off. Buzz buzz! It's a STRANGER]] -- 

thaumatolatryChanslayer [TC] began messaging transientTutor [TT] -- 

TC: HAUL THINE ASSES THREE BLOCKS FORWARD. ENTER THE ONE-STORY CHARTREUSE ABODE. TC: CEASE THOU STEPPAGE FOR A QUARTER OF THE HOUR. TC: PROCEED HERE IN SHADOWS. 

TC: [link to gps] -- 

thaumatolatryChanslayer [TC] ceased messaging transientTutor [TT] --

DEREK: -god bless computer shade upgrades that dirk convinced him to get... he reads the message to himself and makes the executive decision that he should follow the directions being fed to him. and with that risky decision, he sprints his way to the front of the group to guide everybody.-

RILEY: -I guess we're fULL SPEEDING AHEAD NOW. Crosses her arms. She's here for the ride-

PENNY: -she is not happy but she is helping Mayor along because she finally found u....-

MAYOR: ...?

MAYOR: -nibbling some grass-

LIFERA: -AND SHE'S HERE TOO-

ROXANNE: -Shes just gonna trust Derek somehow knows where hes going because the other option is hanging out with the exploding acrobats.-

PENNY: ...babe no....

MAYOR: o_o

[[The grass is delicious and lush]]

PENNY: cmon you adorable town official.

MAYOR: -HE FOLLOWS. for the voting public.-

MAYOR: -ANYTHING FOR YOU CITIZEN-

MAYOR: O,_,O

LIFERA: -probably around the back of the party, ready to punch anything-

MAYOR: -those are tears-

[[Grass:  😢💔 ]]

PENNY: -...adorable...-

[[Anyway the decidedly chartreuse house is just up ahead. The mailbox is full but should they check it though? Maybe not... or maybe. There's a closed door garage though and a front door. And wily grown hedges... they need trims]]

[[Acrobat plopping in the distance but its a softer sound.... searching flips and tumbles]]

PM: -single tear somewhere... has mail not yet been outlawed??-

DEREK: Hey you think anybodys home?

[[How else would the masses get their mandatory glitterfication paints for their ugly little shacks? Oh right. There's no one here. They wouldn't.]]

RILEY: squatting can be fun. 

RILEY: they ain't checking their mail.

QIRIN: =She'll take this mail inside so that the contents will not be damaged by the rampant duststorms. She's thinking of you, PM.=

ROXANNE: Fair point. 

ROXANNE: So long as they arent home.

PM: -BLESS YOU-

[[ Mail: comically FLOODS out of the box as soon as Qirin opens it ]]

QIRIN: =comically begins scooping this mountain of paper into the fabric of her skirts for easier carrying.=

DEREK: Then lets pass through the threshold babe. DEREK: ... Cept my hands are full somebody else open it. Like you bull boy. -just in case theres something bad on the other side. sorry takoda.- TAKODA: OH, CERTA1NLY. -opens the front door, if it does indeed open...-

[[It's unlocked. How unsafe]]

RILEY: we could start a fight club here.

[[Burgles could happen any moment. They could be happening RIGHT NOW. Only there's no burgles in here just darkness and silence]]

QIRIN: Ominous.

PENNY: maybe theres a fight club already started and waiting to unicycle out of the shadows again.

MAYOR: -NODNODNOD-

ROXANNE: -Thank goodness for no burgles.- ROXANNE: -Shes shouldering her gun but not putting it away yet. Her trust levels of this house are in the lower percentiles.-

PENNY: why are we here tho?

PENNY: this place is flamboyant to say the least.

PENNY: green as fuq to say the truth.

[[Wow.]]

RILEY:  his name is robert paulsen.

[[Chartueuse]]

QIRIN: Yes... The exterior is bit of a beacon.

PENNY: -FINE, A KIND OF YELLOWY-GREEN THEN-

MAYOR: -delicious more like....-

DEREK: Guess it aint the most inconspicuous place to lay low but hey. -lies so much...-

DEREK: -seems to be looking around for something, though... and he isn't letting riley down.-

PENNY: -GROSS-

PENNY: -looks down at Mayor- you wanna pick me up like that?

RILEY: where are we going?

RILEY: did i lose my legs?

LIFERA: -HUPS Davenforth into her arms. She's doing it too.- 38)

DEREK: Figured your feet was botherin ya so youre welcome.

RILEY: aw. how nice.

???: =A small, throat clearing.= Um.... howdy th-there..... =From the stairs. It’s soft and nervous. In the darkness=

QIRIN: Greetings.

RILEY: ... -GUN OUT-

ROXANNE: -Startles and turns towards the voice, hand flying to get her rifle again.-

LIFERA: -DAVENFORTH UP. She'll throw a superstar don't test her.-

???: !! Oh good gracious please no no no I was sent to guide you!! =RUNNING NOISES, knocks over a vase. CRASH=

QIRIN: Oh? We were led here?

RILEY: okay maybe they lost their legs by the sound of things.

PENNY: -cants hip- mmmmmhm sent by who?

???: =Hiding further down the hall, his voice sounds farther= By my pastor... he s-s-said some folks need shelter.... please don't shoot me...

TAKODA: OH... WE WON'T SHOOT YOU... TAKODA: WE'RE JUST, A L1TTLE SK1TT1SH TOO, 1S ALL... -glances at the others-

PENNY: shit theyre religious.

PENNY: everybody pack it up.

TAKODA: NOW HEY.

RILEY: OH SHIT THEY'RE RELIGIOUS.

QIRIN: =Dont look at me, i got no weapons out=

PENNY: this yellowgreen building screamed trouble from the start.

QIRIN: =just MAIL=

MAYOR: ?

MAYOR: -can they... maybe... nibble the walls a little bit.-

TAKODA: -the pen is mightier then the sword qirin-

PENNY: mayo no.

???: Please! I not one of th-them...! =Sinks further down the hall.=

[[The walls are brown. Sorry Mayor]]

MAYOR: -wtf-

[[Whoever lived in this house liked color]]

ROXANNE: -Her hand is slowly retracting from her gun.- Aight. so.

RILEY: -sighs and puts away her gun- you gonna show yourself now?

ROXANNE: Yeah what she said.

ROXANNE: Says the people bargin' into your house...dang we probably seem pretty sketchy too.

PENNY: yeah DEREK.

RILEY: -pats his cheek-

DEREK: Im used to it.

???: Mmm.... A-alright.... here I go.... =Creeps out from behind the door and steps into the dim light. Its... A. Human. Huh. Like a normal human with the hair and the freckles. He's pudgy and nervous and sweating considerably. Tugging down his varsity jacket= Um. Name's Jeff.

ROXANNE: 'Course ya'are Derek.

PENNY: - 👀 - hello Jeff.

RILEY: aw, he's cute.

ROXANNE: -Looks to the new face now though.- ROXANNE: Hey Jeff.

PENNY: need a hanky?

QIRIN: Salutations, Jeff. ^_^ 

QIRIN: It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

JEFF: =Relaxes more and nods= Like-wise. Sorry for, giving you all a scare. Hah. Situations tense.... 

JEFF: But don't worry there's more humans and even some trolls and.. =Looks at Qirin= ..well you're all welcome. 

JEFF: The university isn't too far from here, it's really a blessin in these tryin times when you're just tryin to survive.

PENNY: oh shit. are we going to dorms?

JEFF: =He smiles= Yes indeedy!

PENNY: oh thank God.

PENNY: lead the way Jeff.

RILEY: -winks at derek-

PENNY: my new BFF Jeff.

ROXANNE: -Indeedy...- ROXANNE: -Small smile- Huh, havent been on any campus in years. -Still some hesitation though.-

PENNY: bee eff Jeff.

QIRIN: =havent you seen a Carapacian before? Well Mayo and Qirin will show you the world.=

JEFF: Oh... haha well I'm glad to be your friend. =Looks at his watch... it's time= Let's hustle on The Shadows. 

JEFF: =Comes down the stairs and walks around them= S'cuse me, pardon me... =goes to the garage and turns on his flashlight because it'd be silly to turn on the HOUSE LIGHTS.....The Shadows... are a little black mini train. ALL ABOARD=

MAYOR: 😮

QIRIN: Oh! =smiles= How delightful.

PENNY: ... -cute... damn it. She grins and points at Jeff once he's ahead of them, looking back at Riley and really anyone so she can mouth "ADORABLE."-

PENNY: -tails him close-

JEFF: =MAYBE SHE'S JUST SCARED? But he's also nervous a lil. IT's ok ma'am...=

RILEY: -gives her a thumbs up-

PENNY: whoa this is our ride?

DEREK: -nothing suspicious about getting into a van with a stranger. of course he doesnt exactly trust it but its also a little too obvious if its on behalf of the prezzies... so guess they're going in.-

DEREK: -well now that I see what it looks like this is just silly-

JEFF: =It's functional and quiet..... and adorable=

PENNY: hold on guys I might cry. this is beautiful.

PENNY: I feel like Im twelve again.

RILEY: let's ride the fuck out of this train.

JEFF: Yes ma'am haha... made it myself. Everyone pile in and draw your curtains down.

PENNY: oh my God??

DEREK: Doot doot.

PENNY: Jeff just wondering. how single are you?

RILEY: -more aggressive winking at Derek-

PENNY: -crawls into a mini train car-

JEFF: =Goes red= P-pardon??? Um.....

JEFF: =climbs in the driver seat= .... =sweating= (umm....)

JEFF: A.. little???

DEREK: -draws the curtain... ;) -

RILEY: ;) ;) ;) ;)

JEFF: =PLEASE NOT ON HIS TRAIN=

PENNY: INTERESTING.

PENNY: -tents fingers-

ROXANNE: -The pipers and striders are all ridiculous, shes getting in her own train car.-

LIFERA: -dunks Davenforth into a car as well-

QIRIN: =Oh whoops she probably put the mail in a neat pile in the house somewhere, ordered by month.= 

QIRIN: =SMH at this whole convo, boy howdy. She gently lifted her skirts and climbed into a train car.=

MAYOR: -he is actually perfectly sized for a train car-

QIRIN: =dear, sweet, precious bean=

JEFF: =He doesn't know how to handle this and just clears his throat= Here we go...! =The garage is lifted via a steam pulley system and they chug off silently down the street. Thanks to it being the future the train has cloaking technology. Oooooooh. Aaaaa!=

PENNY: -hot damn...-

PENNY: -leaning forward in her car- so Jeff. how many of you are there?

JEFF: Well there's only one me! =Laughs softly while driving this train. It's going at a good pace= JEFF: But there are over 30 of us on Campus.

PENNY: -HILARIOUS- oh sweet. PENNY: are there all separate mini trains or is this like the Big Kahuna?

JEFF: Oh well there are lil golf carts we charge up. There's only this train though!

PENNY: thats the saddest thing I ever heard get said.

PENNY: actually nevermind the fact that we have even one mini train makes this completely baller.

PENNY: hey... anyone know what happened to the big guy?

QIRIN: Still demolishing our previous mode of transport, I assume.

PENNY: is he uh. gonna catch up?

ROXANNE: Probably?

QIRIN: More than likely. 

QIRIN: ...Eventually?

PENNY: -stares into camera-

JEFF: =The train ride itself is peaceful and soon enough they're driving on up to the campus. It's a research university, he looks in the rear-view= Big guy..... did I miss anyone? =Oh no...=

PENNY: apparently hell catch up.

PENNY: but if you see a big-- actually this isnt reassuring at all nevermind.

JEFF: Mnnng... =slight marge noises= I'll let my pastor know...

GAIZKA: =Pouring miniature oreos into his mouthhole in the back of the train. How does he fit??? He's liquid.=

JEFF: ..... =That's a big.....=

RILEY: -is this a holy train-

JEFF: =Yes.=

RILEY: -whoops-

GAIZKA: =He can't feel his legs.= :'o)

ROXANNE: -thats one of the bigs.-

LIFERA: -you are a treasure tho-

JEFF: But... um. Lemme take y'all to the dorms so you can rest up. Uh. If you see anything you gotta report then there's over 144 police boxes on campus and we got some minor defenses! 

JEFF: There's the cafeteria and the gardens, a pool, a gym, a library, some computers but... I don't recommend it. Don't wanna be tracked and hunted down haha.....

JEFF: =Clears throat= Anyway! There's a chapel if you're the prayin type! We have services when we can.

PENNY: ...riiiight. so where are the people that host the parties?

DAVENFORTH: -Casually in a train car. Okay this is cool. At least his legs are well rested.-

JEFF: Um... I.... couldn't say.... but. There... are drinks in the cafeteria... we just. Are a lil tense so we try not to make too much noise.

PENNY: got it.

JEFF: =Look at these dorm buildings.... not so shitty at all. NEAT.= JEFF: Well... these are some of the dorms. Most ones in this building are open since there are only a few of us and so many rooms!

DAVENFORTH: Well good golly goddamn

GAIZKA: have GuEsStImAtE of WhAt HoLy GrOuNdS here PoSsEs ain't for ThE MaNnEr of WhImSy JoViEs a BrOtHeR keep on SaCrEd, but none JoUrNeY to find EnLiGhTeNmEnT in SoUlSpAcEs of other be for NaUgHtLiKe. GAIZKA: might point a NiNjA in direction of the HeArT? :o)

JEFF: =Stares at Gaizka= Erm............. JEFF: The.... chapel is that way and real inclusive! Actually you and the pastor might get along real swell! :) JEFF: =Steps off the train, its their stop=

JEFF: =He also totally points where tha chapel is and you can see it in the distance=

MAYOR: -LEANS OUT TO SEE-

GAIZKA: =Stares into Jeff's soul.= :o) GAIZKA: BiTcHtItS. 👌=

DAVENFORTH: -Kinda interested in what the fuck this chapel is like....-

JEFF: =Sweats..... please=

JEFF: Uh...yes. Good! Haha!....

QIRIN: =she kinda has a feeling deep in her gut=

DAVENFORTH: -So does he, but he has to see it...for himself...-

RILEY: -oh it's time to get out OKAY. she draws the curtain back and emerges. her hair's a little more messed up than it was before but WHATEVER-

DEREK: -his hair is always a mess so hes good-

RILEY: -that's the good thing-

ROXANNE: -Love birds plz.-

DAVENFORTH: -Learn how to be discrete jeez-

DEREK: -as if you're discrete about anything my dude-

DEREK: -also he's going to try and find a place for riley to rest.-

GAIZKA: =Staring directly into Jeff's soul still as he begins to wiggle out of the train car. Very slow shimmy wiggle.=

RILEY: -what aRE YOU GOING TO DO-

DAVENFORTH: -You don't know if I macked on the fish wife on the train. Boom-

JEFF: =N...O=

GAIZKA: :o)

JEFF: =He sweats and tugs mor at his jacket= ....

JEFF: =coughs into fist and looks.... to the right=

RILEY: -may have plans to stalk penny tonight. that only she knows of.-

GAIZKA: =Snorts bemusedly. He won the stareoff he is the champion.= GAIZKA: =POPS out of the train car. He is free. Scratches his belly and stretches. He's going to mosey over to the chapel.=

PENNY: -she's heading for the dorms and cafeteria-

DAVENFORTH: -Joins Gaizka, stealthily.-

GAIZKA: =Joining these majestic buns? He understands. ;o)) ))=

TAKODA: -joins his good buddies. guys bein dudes goin to church-

LIFERA: -davenforth has no choice, because she would carry him to Gaizkas buns regardless-

RILEY: -quietly at derek- i think i'm gonna go talk to penny. since. you know. she doesn't hate me so much she can't look at me. and i know where she is right now.

DAVENFORTH: -Babe...I can walk.-

DEREK: ... Aight. Can I come?

LIFERA: -no- 38)

RILEY: uh. yeah. that actually might be better. she gets along pretty well with you.

DAVENFORTH: -Please-

DEREK: I am one charismatic motherfucker.

DAVENFORTH: -He's uncharacteristically quiet, on his comm device, doing a lot of typing and scrolling-

HIGHBLOOD: =He's fanning a fresh application of facepaint in the back, not that anyone saw him doing it. This is the drying process. Also if anyone's moved about then when they return to their seats they'll be sitting on suspiciously well-hidden bike horns under their ass=

DAVENFORTH: -Casually tweeting the presidents that they're talentless scrubs. Gotta get them riled up.-

DEREK: -sits with him again. peeps obnoxiously over his shoulder.-

DAVENFORTH: -The presidents don't even write their own rhymes-

DAVENFORTH: -He's trolling so hard rn-

DEREK: Damn.

DAVENFORTH: What

DEREK: Youre really lettin me have it there.

DAVENFORTH: Gotta get their attention

DAVENFORTH: No way theyre gonna back down

JODIE: -HONK-

JODIE: -SHRILL CACKLE-

DEREK: ... -glances in her direction.-

HIGHBLOOD: =SNRK=

DAVENFORTH: They turned the lawn of the white house into fair grounds

DEREK: What the fuck?

DEREK: Honestly I shouldnt even be surprised.

DAVENFORTH: Might make getting in harder

ROXANNE: -From her spot a few seats over.- (Told ya'so.)

DAVENFORTH: Or easier

DAVENFORTH: Nothin like carnival games to get you in undetected

DEREK: Hey heres an idea. DEREK: What if we all slapped on some face paint and just waltzed on through? DEREK: We already got the juggalo party bus.

ROXANNE: That... okay not a terrible idea.

DEREK: B)

DAVENFORTH: Or we could let big mcrowdy back there go winston checks in on the fair

DEREK: Or maybe both. DEREK: He can cause a diversion. We slip past in disguise.

PENNY: hey why cant I be Mcrowdy?

PENNY: we didnt discuss codenames.

ROXANNE: Wait are we doin' code names?

ROXANNE: Who gets to assign them.

PENNY: apparently the Men In Black over there.

PENNY: whats with the shades anyway??

ROXANNE: Its their thing.

DEREK: -shades gleam at penny-

ROXANNE: They hardly ever not wear them.

PENNY: but...

why.

ROXANNE: -LE SHRUG. Even she has no real idea for as to why.-

RILEY: -she's been keeping to herself since yesterday, staring out the window. at this conversation, however, she snorts-

PENNY: this is where Jude would fill me in on like three different theories. -shifts grumpily in her squeaky bus chair.-

ROXANNE: -Leans over and looks at Riley.- You got any ideas to why Derek and Davenforth wear shades 24/7?

PENNY: are you telling me you guys didnt even bother to ask?

ROXANNE: Me? Nah, I just figured it was a thing. I try not to judge.

RILEY: and dave and dirk? i always thought they're trying not to let people see into their soul or something dumb like that because they want to look like they don't care about anything but they actually do. gotta keep up the rep.

QIRIN: =Says this in a perfectly serious tone.= Theory One: They are broken up, deep inside, but you will not get to see the tears they cry behind their shaded eyes.

DEREK: -just lets them theorize-

DEREK: Sounds legit.

DEREK: -except he wont tell people the actual real reason why they started doing this-

ROXANNE: -Well now consider her curious.- ROXANNE: -Snrks and leans back into her seat.- Sounds 'bout right.

LIFERA: -Glubs softly... she knows the answer but she's not telling. Tries to file her nails on a metal surface discreetly.-

ROXANNE: -Um no, share.-

PENNY: you didnt just drop a Kelly Clarkson bomb on me.

QIRIN: Who? ^_^

RILEY: miss independent.

PENNY: fucking incredible...

RILEY: miss self-sufficient.

DEREK: -gives her a beat.-

PENNY: oh no dont start.

RILEY: miss keep your distaaaaance. miss unafraaaaaaaaaid.

PENNY: Jesus.

DAVENFORTH: -hums a melody-

PENNY: take the wheel.

ROXANNE: Its turning into a karaoke bus.

PENNY: pull this bus over.

PENNY: and dump me out the back.

DAVENFORTH: -Starts vocalizing Miss Independent by Ne-Yo gently-

RILEY: miss out of my way. miss don't let a man interfere no. miss on her own. miss almost grown.

RILEY: -REEEEMIX!!!-

DAVENFORTH You can tell they've sung together before-

PENNY: miss on her own. miss finally grown. miss sick of this tone. hang up the phone.

PENNY: -INTERRUPTING PENNY SALT.-

RILEY: miss never let a man help her off her throne. so by keeping her heart protected, SHE'D NEVER EVER FEEL REJECTED. LITTLE MISS APPREHENSIVE. SAID OOOH, SHE FELL IN LOVE.

DAVENFORTH: Miss independent she got her own thangs thats why i love her

RILEY: WHAT IS THIS FEELING TAKING OVER? THINKING NO ONE COULD OPEN MY DOOR.

QIRIN: =back seat drum tapping for bg notes=

ROXANNE: -She's trying not to laugh at this sudden musical number, and holds up her phone to take a brief video of it. Gonna update the others.-

PENNY: -covers her ears-

DAVENFORTH: Ooooh theres somethin about just somethin about the way she moves

DAVENFORTH: Oooh theres somethin about theres somethin about her

RILEY: surprise, it's time. to feeeel. what's reaaaaal. what happened to miss independent? no more the need to be defensive. goodbye, old you. when loooove is trueee.

DAVENFORTH: Said ooh its somethin about the kinda woman that want you but dont need you and i cant figure it out its somethin about her cause she walk like a boss talk like a boss

RILEY: -starts harmonizing with davenforth and his lyrics for a bit. GOTTA CONNECT IT ALL TOGETHER!!!-

DAVENFORTH: Manicured nails to set the pedicure off shes fly effortlessly cause she move like a boss do what a boss do she got me thinkin about gettin involved thats the kinda girl i need

LIFERA: -Dave pls.....- GO ON. 38)

RILEY: miss guarded heaaart. miss play it smart. miss if you want to lose that line you better not start. no. -LOOKIN AT U DEREK-

DEREK: -chuckles about it-

ROXANNE: -Shes occupied by the message board but of course when she looks up its to see Riley singing at Derek.- 8) ROXANNE: -Quickly looking back down to her phone device.-

DAVENFORTH: She got her own thing thats why i love her miss independent wont you come and spend a little time she got her own thing thats why i love her miss independent ooh the way you shine miss independent

RILEY: (she got her own house. she got her own car. two jobs work hard you a bad broad.)

DAVENFORTH: When Miss Independence walked away no time for love that came her way she looked in the mirror and thought today what happened to miss no longer afraid

RILEY: -literally just repeats this in the background until the very end- (if you ain't on, sit down.)

RILEY: -and when it's over acts like nothing ever happened-

DAVENFORTH: Like i was saying

DEREK: -ilu riley-

DAVENFORTH: We can get a team to distract on the ground while a smaller team slips in

DAVENFORTH: They cant turn down a public engagement and ive been fucking with them on twitter

RILEY: already?!

PENNY: -SIGHS and uncovers her ears-

DAVENFORTH: Me and Derek and whoever can slip in and fuck em up

QIRIN: You certainly work fast.

DAVENFORTH: Babe come on

RILEY: and me. -acts dead serious-

ROXANNE: Okay who else do you want to go with you for that small team?

QIRIN: ^_^

DAVENFORTH: Definitely derek but youre fucking awesome at overwatch support so i trust you with my blind spots

DAVENFORTH: Gaizka rami penny lane and the dinklemeister are probably more than enough for the lawn

DAVENFORTH: Koda and lif can probably hold down this fort

QIRIN: =If actual clowns, a carapacian, and penny trompin on the lawn isn't enough for distraction, WHAT IS??=

ROXANNE: -The answer is nothing.-

RILEY: ... RILEY: and...?

PENNY: (Im more than enough for two lawns.)

DEREK: Riley you gotta stay here.

RILEY: here where.

RILEY: dave didn't list me on the bus. so...

DEREK: Well thats cuz hes a bitch.

DAVENFORTH: Wow okay

RILEY: what am i going to do here?

ROXANNE: Harsh.

ROXANNE: Also you do whatever everyone else on the bus is doin'.

ROXANNE: Holding down the fort. Preppin' for the get away.

RILEY: holding down the fort is just a fancy way of staying put.

ROXANNE: Only if ya' make it seem that way.

DAVENFORTH: Real talk theyre gonna recognize this as our mode of transportation sob theyre gonna attack it hard

DAVENFORTH: We need it to be heavily guarded -He's serious-

RILEY: with three people. -squinting-

QIRIN: =Laughs....it does seem rather preposterous, doesn't it?=

DEREK: Outta eleven. Gotta make due.

DAVENFORTH: Youve never seen koda and lif pissed -Grins. He knows something none of y'all know-

QIRIN: =it's a commonality=

DAVENFORTH: We could probably spare gaizka too

TAKODA: -sweats from driver's seat-

LIFERA: 38)

LIFERA: L-EAV-E IT TO M----E.

DAVENFORTH: I believe in you baybe

GAIZKA: =Probably leaning over Takoda and not respecting traffic safety rules by disturbing the driver and playing with his hair.= GAIZKA: WhErEvEr a MoThErFuCkEr be called, there i AmS.

ROXANNE: Cool so we got back up at base camp. -Gestures to the bus around them.- ROXANNE: Team "ready to fuck shit up" for tent city at the white house. ROXANNE: And then the group goin' in and takin out the duo-presidents.

RILEY: -crosses her arms. she's grumpy about this. it makes total sense and she knows it but...man sometimes things suck about being pregnant- yeah, okay. whatever.

DEREK: -he wonders if she'll let him sit with her... he knows she's been mad at him since they came up with this plan but he's gotta TRY. sliiides into the seat next to her.-

RILEY: -still crosses her arms and glares in another direction. but she doesn't make him go-

DEREK: -places hands on her shoulders... babe...-

RILEY: -glares at him to avoid looking sad-

DEREK: -she's so fucking cute though?? he's trying not to grin because it's super inappropriate. but he's failing...-

ROXANNE: -Her attention is glued to her phone again to avoid watching Derek and Riley being cute.-

RILEY: why are you fucking smiling right now?

RILEY: all in my face.

RILEY: i'm SO glad i can be your comedic entertainment for the night.

DEREK: Im sorry. Fuck. DEREK: Youre cute.

ROXANNE: -SUDDEN CHOKING NOISE.- ROXANNE: (Hhhh.)

RILEY: great. i'll be really cute on this bus when you guys do your thing. just sitting here. that's all i'm good for.

RILEY: -roxanne are you ok-

ROXANNE: -No. Shes frowning hard at her phone making sure shes reading it right.- ROXANNE: Okay uh. update. ROXANNE: Just heard from Jake. Him, Roxy, James, and the cherubs are locked up by Jane for some sort of plot.

QIRIN: ...Roxanne?

ROXANNE: Thats..

ROXANNE: Sorry. Other news, kids on the ship seem to be fine and dirk's newborns are loud.

QIRIN: No, do not apologize.Now we know it is even more imperitive that we make it to our destination.

ROXANNE: -Shes putting down her phone thats enough social media for her while she worries even MORE about Roxy and James.-

DAVENFORTH: -Did you hear anything about his babies-

ROXANNE: -Nah 8( -