Session Start: Sat Feb 09 11:31:52 2002
* AriaStormsinger hears something like Brenna purring as she leaves the asylum
* gets louder...louder...blaring SHOUT
* AriaStormsinger jumps out of the way of a car and stumbles back onto sidewalk
<HappyLittleMoron> Aria???
<AriaStormsinger> "Should have watched more TV..."
* HappyLittleMoron hurries out, holding Brenna protectively
* AriaStormsinger stands listening
* HappyLittleMoron narrows her eyes, wrapping her wings around them both, looking around brows furrowed
* AriaStormsinger starts off south, blue hair and curtain-skirt flapping
<HappyLittleMoron> Aria! Hold up!!
* AriaStormsinger glances back
<AriaStormsinger> Aitch! Pete -- he's in trouble
<HappyLittleMoron> Agh...ok...lemme get Brenna safe and I'll be right there, K??
* AriaStormsinger closes eyes and lifts off the ground a few feet, blue wings of light appearing
<AriaStormsinger> not moving anywhere at hte moment tho...
* HappyLittleMoron hurries in...gets Kern to watch Brenna and dashes out again, flairing her own winggs instinctively behind her
* AriaStormsinger is facing south and takes off that way, dropping back to street level, as soon as Aitch arrives
* HappyLittleMoron follows
* AriaStormsinger gets a few looks from passersby, but eh, this is NYC
*After about ten minutes, Aria slows and pauses against one of the brick walls of the storefronts you're passing, leaning one-armed against it
<AriaStormsinger> Aitch...<pant pant>...he's too far -- how can we get to him faster?
* HappyLittleMoron keeps her wings folded about her, thus looking like she's wearing some kinda weird cloak, she pauses by her, looking around, just happens to be a rental place* I'll rent us a car...
* AriaStormsinger grabs HLM's hand and sends an emotion/image of a 20-something kid staggering backwards, clutching his side
<AriaStormsinger> Please hurry!
* HappyLittleMoron 's eyes widen...getting the car 'n stuff, hopping inn and motioning for Aria to get in the passenger side..* Where is he??
* AriaStormsinger climbs in, closes eyes for a moment, then points down the street
<AriaStormsinger> That way!
* HappyLittleMoron nosd and takes off that way...going as fast as the street permits
<AriaStormsinger> ok...Aria leads you downtown and west, around the SoHo/NYU area --lotsa little restaurants and apartments and college spots
* HappyLittleMoron watches the area and stuff...lookin' for the kid as she drives
<AriaStormsinger> Up tehre!!
* AriaStormsinger points to a narrow brownstone
<AriaStormsinger> all the parking spots in front are taken...
* HappyLittleMoron nods a lil'* Gimme a sec...*looks around for anywhere to park the car...*
* AriaStormsinger grabs at her door frantically, craning her head out the window
* handy alley opens up about halfway up the block
* HappyLittleMoron pulls into the ally, being careful not to smash Aria's head with the wall, she shuts off the car1 Ok...c'mon, let's find 'im
* AriaStormsinger bursts out, runs up the street
* HappyLittleMoron goes after her after lockin' the car
<AriaStormsinger> The inner front door to the building's locked...got the usual buzzer panel next to it...big heavy wood door, old-style
<HappyLittleMoron> He in the building?
<AriaStormsinger> Yes!
<AriaStormsinger> I can feel him, up there!
* AriaStormsinger puts both hands on the door and leans forward, humming under her breath
* HappyLittleMoron nods, looking for a fire escape* Know if he's there agaisnt his will...? Err...*keeps looking, then?*
<AriaStormsinger> Just that he's scared --
<AriaStormsinger> Gah!
* HappyLittleMoron jumps up onto a fire escape, clenching her teeth a little* Ok...we do this the hard way, then...climbe with mee? Can you tell me when we get to th right level?
* AriaStormsinger backs off the door, glaring at it
* AriaStormsinger turns and runs after HLM
* AriaStormsinger spots you on the escape, runs forward and takes flight on the third step, rising past you and aiming for the window on the third floor
<AriaStormsinger> Let's see...Wing taught me how to open the windows at the asylum...
* AriaStormsinger tries to lift this one open
<AriaStormsinger> Why won't --- anything -- uff -- OPEN!?
* HappyLittleMoron blinks and nods* Back away, Aria...might be locked...*steps forward to examine the window* I lievd on the street for a while...you learn things from that...
* AriaStormsinger backs off
* HappyLittleMoron looks at the window...lookin' for a lock, etc...?
* you find one! pretty simple one...all ya need's a credit card
* and not for scanning
* HappyLittleMoron takes out her wallet, taking out one of her credit cards and goes to work...
<AriaStormsinger> You hear a gunshot
* AriaStormsinger jumps back, looks at HLM wide-eyed
* HappyLittleMoron ducks instinctively, and growls under her breath
* AriaStormsinger turns and bashes against window
<HappyLittleMoron> <w> C'mon you peicea crap...open for me...ACK..!
* AriaStormsinger actually breaks through!
<HappyLittleMoron> ...that's one way to do it...eh...c'mon...let's get in there...
* AriaStormsinger apparently just broke the frame and the glass didn't shatter -- again, i love my dice
* HappyLittleMoron manafests a glass cutter to herself, then...going to work on cutting the glass, giving up on the damn lock
* HappyLittleMoron 's able to do it or no??
* HappyLittleMoron carefully takes the glass out and sets it aside, cautiously climbing through..
* AriaStormsinger follows, tense as heck
* HappyLittleMoron looks around, carefully moves through the room, looking and listening for any signs of Pete..
* you hear a door slam in the next room
* HappyLittleMoron narrows her eyes, pressing against the wall and slowly opens the door to that room...kinda trying to amke it look like the wind...
* HLM, you open that door and there's the standard college kid's living room
<AriaStormsinger> plenty of stereo/tv/playstation type equipment,
* HappyLittleMoron looks in...slipping in quietly...noting this stuff...
<AriaStormsinger> lots of pizza boxes and soda bottles and such scattered around a lump of couch
<AriaStormsinger> Led Zeppelin's playin on a big bass stereo
* AriaStormsinger stands at the door and points behind the couch
<AriaStormsinger> Pete...
* HappyLittleMoron looks around, claws unsheething from one of her claws, going behind the couch to check Pete...
* There's a lot of blood
* Blonde, kinda almost-chubby 21-year-old boy, curled around his stomach
<AriaStormsinger> "Is he alive?"
<HappyLittleMoron> Hey...Pete...? *checks vitals....*
* he's got a pulse! doesn't seem to be breathing
<HappyLittleMoron> Gah...he's not breathing Aria...*rolls him over, straitening his airway out...readying to do rescue breathing...*
* lots of blood coming from his upper left shoulder...and some of his fingers don't look quite...right
* AriaStormsinger drops to his side, covers the wound with one hand and his forehead with the other, closes her eyes
<AriaStormsinger> Go ahead, Aitch
* AriaStormsinger 's hands and wings glow blue
* HappyLittleMoron does the rescue breathing...being careful not to cut him with her fangs o' corse...
<AriaStormsinger> It takes almost a minute, but then he starts to choke and cough
<HappyLittleMoron> Ok...*rolls him onto his side gently*
<Pete> Aahh owww
<HappyLittleMoron> Heh...know the feelin'...what happened?
<AriaStormsinger> Pete! it's me. you're safe.
<Pete> Aria -- get out o' here...not safe. *looks up at HLM, panicky* Who -- who're you?
<HappyLittleMoron> I'm HLM...no worries...*furrows her brows* A friend...
<Pete> Call Uncle Dave... Torres was here.
* AriaStormsinger pulls back and looks around quickly
* HappyLittleMoron blinks a little, looking at Aria to see if she has any clue...blinking a little and going about bandaging Pete with manafested stuffs...
<Pete> He knows...we brought you here. Not safe
<AriaStormsinger> Aitch, Torres worked for one of the bad men in...Brazil
<HappyLittleMoron> ...well...damn...
<HappyLittleMoron> You ain't safe, either Pete...he know about they Asylum?
* AriaStormsinger shrugs
<AriaStormsinger> I didn't know enough words then...
<Pete> No...but Uncle Dave does.
* Pete lifts his right hand, it's pretty mangled and shaking
<Pete> And they were headed for Uncle Dave... *face crumples*
* HappyLittleMoron winces* ...not a nice guy...look...'sokay if I call the hospital for you...? Maybe we can get to the other guy...
* Pete nods
* He lives uptown, 1357 6th Ave.
* HappyLittleMoron hurries to the phone...calling 911...giving addy...info...etcetcetc...
<AriaStormsinger> at <what? oh yeah -- > 56th St.
* AriaStormsinger closes eyes and sends Pete's pain away so he can relax for awhile
<AriaStormsinger> I'll come back for you... *she sings softly, just as he drifts off
* AriaStormsinger comes over to HLM
* HappyLittleMoron hangs up once the ambulance is on the way...* He should be ok, Aria...people to help are on their way...
<AriaStormsinger> Aitch, they tortured him... I don't know what they'll do to David.
<AriaStormsinger> I remember him, he was kind in the car after the airport.
<AriaStormsinger> He came with us to the Asylum, didn't he?
* AriaStormsinger holds head -- I don't remember that part very well
<HappyLittleMoron> Let's go, then...*nods* YEah...*rushes for the exit to get to the car* We'll see if we can save 'im...
* AriaStormsinger hurries after
<AriaStormsinger> Driving driving driving... :)
* HappyLittleMoron gets in the car, motioning for Aria to get in too...zooming off once she's in...towards the addy given...* So much fun...
<AriaStormsinger> Aitch...elem... I haven't had the chance to ask since yesterday
<AriaStormsinger> Has there been any word of the ones who were taken to Underhill?
<HappyLittleMoron> Devnet has been returned to us...and Brenna had a dream in which she saw her dad and Diana...so...tthey're alive at least...besides that...no...
* AriaStormsinger takes a breath of relief
* AriaStormsinger squeezes HLM's shoulder
<AriaStormsinger> Is Devnet all right?
<AriaStormsinger> I haven't met him...her?
* HappyLittleMoron nods...drivedrivedriving to their destination, giving Aria a lil' smile* He's...alive...hasn't woken up...was...tortured to...
<HappyLittleMoron> YEah..he...
* AriaStormsinger shudders
<AriaStormsinger> Maybe I can help him when we return
* AriaStormsinger blinks suddenly and sits back hard
<AriaStormsinger> Um.
<HappyLittleMoron> Can trie...wha??
<AriaStormsinger> Aitch?
* AriaStormsinger shrinks down
* AriaStormsinger points to the car next to you at the light
* HappyLittleMoron glances over...without really seeming to...
* It's a niiiiiiice silver Lexus...guy with dark glasses and a moustache driving, couple of goons in the back and passenger seat
<AriaStormsinger> eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
<HappyLittleMoron> Eh heh...Iiiii...take it they're the bad guys, hm...?
<AriaStormsinger> makethemgoawaymakethemgoaway
<AriaStormsinger> We have to beat them to David's!
* light turns green
<AriaStormsinger> Do you have a knife or...spikey things??
* HappyLittleMoron nods, then grins a lil', driving through and taking a back street...
<HappyLittleMoron> Besides my claws, no...
* AriaStormsinger watches them disappear behind us
<AriaStormsinger> too late ;P
<AriaStormsinger> I saw a movie where the good guys threw stuff under the bad guys' tires
* HappyLittleMoron rushes to David's place...
* Ooooooooh, it's a sweeeeeeeeeeeet spot.
* Doorman and everything, marble pillars, bright lobby, tallllllllllll white stone
<HappyLittleMoron> Ohh...heh...that's risky...
<HappyLittleMoron> ......hooleeeeeeeeeee shit...
<AriaStormsinger> gardens leaning over the rooftop's widow's walk
<AriaStormsinger> What's wrong!?
* HappyLittleMoron pulls inot a parking spot* Nothing...just...wow. Dave's got some good taste.
* AriaStormsinger leans out
<AriaStormsinger> Great, we can ask the doorman to help
* AriaStormsinger hops out and jogs for the door
* HappyLittleMoron gets out, nodding a lil' and goes with her, manafesting shades on when she breifly ducks outa sight
* Blue hair and curtain-skirt flyin....
<HappyLittleMoron> Aria!
* Doorman looks a little startled
<AriaStormsinger> "We're here for David!"
* HappyLittleMoron smiles charmingly...resting a hand on Aria's shoulder
* Doorman squints at you both
<Doorman> David...who?
<AriaStormsinger> Umm...
* AriaStormsinger looks to HLM
<HappyLittleMoron> David Foss...we're friends of his.
<HappyLittleMoron> We have some very urgent news for him..
<Doorman> Come right in, ladies...
* Doorman dude escorts you in and takes you through a door to the right of the lobby
<HappyLittleMoron> Thank you, sir... *heads in after him*
* Aria goes too. Narrow room with some chairs inside
<AriaStormsinger> Please wait here for a moment.
* Doorman goes out and the door...shuts behind you. :P
* HappyLittleMoron nods, resting her hands on her belly...
* AriaStormsinger paces
* HappyLittleMoron 's eyes glow slightly as she looks around...as usual for any way of escape...
* Looks like this room was designed NOT for escapes...no windows, just the stiff chairs and the one door, which has little glass panel near its top
* If you look out, you can see the lobby, and the doorman saying something to a security guard, who raises his radio
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Don't like this....}} *looks for vents...*
<HappyLittleMoron> {{David...??? You hear me??}}
* AriaStormsinger peers out the window
* There's a vent near the top of the wall, about 8" by 4"
* HappyLittleMoron eyes the vent...
<David> {{Hrm? Strange...up too late.}}
* The security guard shakes his radio next to his ear, tries to speak into it again.
* AriaStormsinger giggles
<AriaStormsinger> Uh oh!
<HappyLittleMoron> {{David...? You ok??? It's HLM...Aria's here with me...}}
<AriaStormsinger> HLM, look!
* HappyLittleMoron looks through the window...
* AriaStormsinger grabs you in mid-send
<HappyLittleMoron> ERK
<David> {{What the... Voices -- where are you?}}
* The goons just came in, flashing cards and striding past the guard and doorman
<HappyLittleMoron> {{We're downstairs..in some lil' room the doorman put us in...OHSHIT...there are some really bad guys after you...get out of there!}}
<David> upstairs, shakes his head, but gets to his feet and goes tothe buzzer at his door
<David> (buzzes service) Hello? This is Mr. Foss.
* HappyLittleMoron clenches her jaw, trying the door...
* AriaStormsinger closes eyes, goes blue and off the floor, bumping the ceiling
* HLM hears a whoooooooomph
* Everyone in the lobby is now on the floor, looking surprised and a little sparkly around the edges
* HappyLittleMoron BLINKS
* AriaStormsinger drops about two feet and braces herself with an arm against the wall
<AriaStormsinger> {{Whewf...did it work?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Uh..yeah..}
<AriaStormsinger> {{Good...guards...easier than doors...}} drops another two feet to floor
<David> Are there two young women downstairs? Please send them up.
* HappyLittleMoron unsheeths her claws and just tries slaughtering the lock if no one comes...
* David frowns at the lack of response.
* No one comes. :)
* The guys are getting off the floor, a couple are grabbing for guns
<HappyLittleMoron> ...fuckin' a...
* As you force the door open, you hear a gravely voice shuot* "She's here!!"
<AriaStormsinger> {{HLM...maybe keep the door -- shut?}}
* AriaStormsinger gets shakily to her feet, preparing for the attack
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Eh...yeah...}} *shuts the door*
* Two seconds later, a heavy body slams against it and it bursts open
<David> scratches his head, starts to put on his shoes
* HappyLittleMoron stumbles back, claws unsheethed, eyes glowing feircely
* HappyLittleMoron flares her wings
* AriaStormsinger cries out as a big nasty guy stomps in front of her
* Big nasty guy* Erk?
* HappyLittleMoron lunges at him, driving her claws at him
* He dodges a little, but gets driven back into the lobby
<Goon 2> "Get 'em!!"
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Aria...think you can getupstairs...??}}
* Two guys charge HLMfrom either side
<AriaStormsinger> {{Um -- yes! Can you handle these guys?}}
* HappyLittleMoron growls ducking down and back to doge 'em* {{Yeah...just go!}} *slices at 'em again*
* AriaStormsinger grabs the wall and hurries out of the room
* Doorman and security guard are nowhere to be seen
* One of them clubs you across the chest, knocking you to the floor with the wind knocked out of you, the other gets a shot off that grazes your upper left arm
* AriaStormsinger makes it to the elevator, hits the up button and then realizes it's not going to open immediately
* HappyLittleMoron clenches her jaw and kicks at him, spinning to her feet, bearing her fangs, going to leap between and past them
* Goon 2 grabs Aria from behind
* Okay, one of them tries to grab you and falls on his own butt, the other manages to catch your shirt and spin you to face him
* HappyLittleMoron manafests a throwing knife and lobs it at Goon 2
* HappyLittleMoron gets spun then, lashing out with her claws again...towards his groin
* Aria chokes out a scream just before the guy inexplicably lets go and drops to the floor
* The other dude screams. :)
* The elevator opens and -- Dave's standing there!
* HappyLittleMoron grins and tries knocking him out to make it to Dave 'n Aria...
* HLM, you see the guy on the floor trying to get to his feet
* HappyLittleMoron lashes out with a kick to the guy's head...
* HLM knocks him cold
<HappyLittleMoron> Guys! Get outa here!! *looks around for any more...just wanting out*
* The doorman and security guard peek over the entrance desk, wide-eyed
* AriaStormsinger nods, grabs Dave and runs him past the bad dudes
<AriaStormsinger> ...just in time to see a black limo pull up and block the street.
* HappyLittleMoron follows..then growls softly
* Tall, good looking man in grey business suit steps out, shadowed by a couple of bodyguards and regards you calmly, darkly.
<Man> "Hello, Aria."
<HappyLittleMoron> {{...uhm...you guys know...er...guess so...}}
* He's definitely a Brazilian by his appearance. About 48ish
* HappyLittleMoron tries to nudge Aria behind her...
* both bodyguards click their guns
<AriaStormsinger> {{HLM, we're in trouble.}}
<Man> Mr. Foss. I believe you have some of my property.
* HappyLittleMoron clenches her jaw...and tries manafesting the guns out of their hands...
* One of the guards points his at you
<David> She's not anyone's property. My people brought her here to let her live the way she's meant to.
* HappyLittleMoron narrows her eyes at them, mind racing...
<David> Mr. Quinonez, you are on American ground now. Kidnapping is not the popular sport it is in your country.
<Javier Quinonez> *laughs* I hardly thought you'd be that naiive.
* Both guards open fire
<HappyLittleMoron> SONOVA...*grabs both Aria and David, trying to pull then dowwn and back...trying to get to cover*
* They're firing only for Dave...and they get him.
* AriaStormsinger screams and draws herself up, aiming her hands at the men
* A thin sheet of light appears and moves towards them, slows, then fizzles out
* AriaStormsinger goes to one knee, gasping with exhaustion
<AriaStormsinger> {{can't! too weak...}}
<AriaStormsinger> {{sorry...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> NO...godDAMNit...*goes to try pulling Aria back to run with her, narrowing her eyes and trying to manafest some important organ from the head hancho...* {{RUN then!}}
<David> Ohh... *looks into HLM's eyes. face goes blank*
* HappyLittleMoron blinks at David...furrowing her brows, her own eyes flashing a bright neon green
<Quinonez> I think you had better stop, girl.
* AriaStormsinger drops one hand to the sidewalk, head hanging down, heaving for breath
* Quinonez stares cooly at HLM
* HappyLittleMoron clenches her teeth, spins, putting herself between the guy and Aria, her hand glowing and blasting a ball of burning green energy at him...
* Quinonez laughs again as it dissipates around him and the vehicle in long fingers of arcing green
<Quinonez> "Get them."
* You feel a humming energy around you
* but you have time to react
* one of the bodyguards strides forward and grabs Aria by the hair
* HappyLittleMoron clenches her jaw, thrusting her wings and grabbing Aria...forcing them into the air and taking off as fast as she can...trying to counter thhe energy with a feild of her own to disapate it
* The energy around you slows you enough that the bodyguards can make a grab for Aria, one catches her and drags her out of HLM's grasp
<AriaStormsinger> {{HLM!!}}
* AriaStormsinger hits the sidewalk hard
* The other starts to fire but Quinonez slaps his hand down
<HappyLittleMoron> NO! Fuckers...!! *turns to slice at the guards, once she lands*
* HappyLittleMoron ducks instinctively, crouching, but still doing her damndest to get Aria free...
<Quinonez> Another pretty catch! Delightful. Almost worth the trip to this -- chilly -- place
* The energy around you tightens
* Quinonez holds out his hand, then slowly clenches it
* The energy field clenches around you
* HappyLittleMoron clenches her jaw, eyes glowing brightly as she tries countering it
* Aria gets loaded into the limo
* Somehow, by the will of the gods, you break free!
* Quinonez narrows his eyes
<HappyLittleMoron> ..no...*dives at the main guy, claws first*
<Quin> Enough! We'll meet again, vixen of the north
<HappyLittleMoron> LET HER FREE!
* HLM bounces off the energy field around him, sending off green and red sparks
* Quin chuckles, turning away and getting into the car
* HappyLittleMoron gasps, eyeing the feild with glowing eyes, semi-panting...
<AriaStormsinger> {{HLM!! Get away, they won't hurt me -- }}
<AriaStormsinger> {{They just want my powers...}}
<AriaStormsinger> {{I think!?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Aria...! I can't just let them take you...!}}
* The limo engine goes on, and pulls off leisurely
<AriaStormsinger> {{thank you...for trying to help me...}}
* HappyLittleMoron reaches out with a glowing hand to try disrupting the field...if that works, she tries manafesting a part of the engine important to fuction out from under the hood...
<AriaStormsinger> {{keep Pete and Tom safe!}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{...not...giving...up...!}}
* The field around the car glows and starts to shatter, then a stronger, nearly visible one reforms
* The car enters sixth avenue, southbound
* HappyLittleMoron curses and runs for her car, pulling out and tailing the limo at a distance...
<AriaStormsinger> {{(image of a needle going into Aria's arm, it looks like her wrists are tied)}}
* You don't notice two of the goons stumble out of the lobby, get in that Lexus and follow you
* HappyLittleMoron growls as she follows the limo, still trying to figure out how to get past that feild, feeling a massive headache forming just behind her eyes...ehe...not noticing the dudes <G>
* You're able to follow for almost 20 minutes before the limo just seems to vanish
<HappyLittleMoron> WHAT THE?!
* HappyLittleMoron 's eyes glow...looking for any energetic trace...
* Seriously! One measly truck passes between you and the sight of it, and...poofie!
* Nothing.
* HappyLittleMoron takes a shuddering breath and turns into a side road to turn around...reaching out for hints of Tom or Pete...
<Quinonez> (to the unconscious Aria) You've certainly found yourself some interesting friends. We'll have to do lunch sometime, won't we? ehehehehe
<Pete> {{Hello? Someone there?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{*mental voice is a lil' shakey, as if holding back tears* It's me...HLM...where are you...hospital yet?}}
* HappyLittleMoron glances at the rearview mirrors, wanting to see if she can tell she's being followed at all...
<Pete> {{Yes. You helped me. Thank you -- did you get to Uncle Dave in time??}}
* HLM definitely feels she's not being tailed.
* The goons behind her enter her coordinates in their laptop facility.
<HappyLittleMoron> {{I...they...got him...and Aria...}} *clenches her jaw* {{You know where Tom is...?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Aria's still alive...just...Dave's not...}}
<Pete> {{Oh my God! No!! No!!!}}
<Pete> {{Uncle Dave!?!!!!}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{I'm sorry...gods...I'm so sorry...}}
<Pete> {{aaaaaagh... He can't be dead! He can't be!!}}
<Pete> {{What'd they do to him, the bastards!?!}}
* HappyLittleMoron swallows* {{He was shot...I don't think he felt much pain...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{I was right there...tried to stop it...GODS I'm sorry...!}}
<Pete> {{Aww nooo... Geez... And they got Aria? I thoguht they might. They were just so...scary...powerful... The people down there, they taught me a little of their magic, like how to talk like we are now, but that guy was just SCARY.}}
<Pete> {{It's all right. I mean, you tried to get there.}}
<Pete> {{I guess he died doing what he loved...maybe it's how he would have wanted it. Protecting others.}}
<Pete> {{Wait, you asked about Tom. Why?}}
<Pete> {{Where are you? Are YOU hurt??}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Aria wanted me to try keeping you two safe...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{I'm ok...just...tired...healing factor took care of whattever injuries I got...}}
<Pete> {{Wow. Ok. Uh -- did she, did she kill anybody this time?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{No...she didn't have the energy to...the bastard had some kinda sheild up...}}
<Pete> {{Has she told you who that guy is? What he did after we brought her to the hospital down there?}}
* HappyLittleMoron 's...just...uh...driving around, ATM...pretty frazzled..* {{No...she didn't...Dave called him...Mr. Quinonez...who is he?}}
<Pete> {{Well, from what we figured out -- or Tom, I should say, he's great at that stuff -- His name's Javier Quinonez, and he's a really powerful guy, he's got TONS of money. He's got like a couple thousand guerilla soldiers at his beck and call. Lives in this humongous fortified mansion with gardens and guards up the wazoo.}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Aw man...}}
<Pete> {{We think he's got contacts in just about everything down in the region of Brazil we were in. That's how he found out about Aria. Sent some guys in, doctors and soldiers, and they took her out of the hospital even tho she was under Peace Corps auspices after we found her.}}
<Pete> {{Did she tell you? Tom and I, we found her in a wrapppped-up thing hanging off a tree while doing a survey up the river...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Shit...uh...she said something about that a while back...}}
<Pete> {{Well, he had her for a few days, and we were trying to track her down and get her out of his compound. She and i were able to talk in each other's heads, and one morning she said, come home with me!}}
<Pete> {{Tom and I looked out and she was flying by with -- I dunno, this is realy weird -- like, wings of blue light??}}
<Pete> {{You ever seen her do that?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{I've seen her do that too...it is wierd...though...heh...like I should talk}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{It's impressive}}
<Pete> {{Hey, I'm at Beth Israel Hospital... Could you come by later, when they get me out of surgery??}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Deffinately...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{I'd like to check on Tom, though...let me know when they're done with you?}}
<Pete> {{That's cool... I think I'll feel a lot safer. He's at 14th St. in the Delta Apartments, number 187. And I'll let you know.}}
<Pete> {{One thing you ought to know tho...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Yeah...?}}
<Pete> {{Quinonez sent about a hundred of his troops into the jungle after us. When they started hacking their way through the jungle, Aria got all upset and next thing we know, she wastes the entire troop with this...wash of light.}}
<Pete> {{Collapsed...we got her out...brought her up north with Uncle Dave's help...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Uh huh...?}}
<Pete> {{I'm glad you could give her safety for a little while...}}
<Pete> {{I don't know what he wants with her...but it can't be good.}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{That's why I at least want to try getting her back...}} *is driving to Tom's place...pulls up in front...*
<Pete> {{Okay...I think I'm about to go under, here...good luck with Tom...thank you...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{You're welcomee...be safe...}}
* It's a big tower, 60s style, kids with pass cards coming and going
* HappyLittleMoron parks...locks doors...etc...and gets out, wrapping her wings around herself and heading up to the apartment...looking for the call box...
* No call boxes, but the doors are opening pretty often
* Looks like a group's going in now
* HappyLittleMoron slips in with the group <G>
* HappyLittleMoron heads up to 187, keeping her shades on and mouth closed...knocking on the door.
* No answer
* HappyLittleMoron furrows her brow, trying it again before trying it...
* A girl with a bag of groceries and a backpack steps out of the elevator
* HappyLittleMoron looks over at the girl* 'Scuse me...?
<Allison> Yo?
* Allison shifts the bag impatiently
<HappyLittleMoron> Would you happen to know if Tom lives here...? *motions to the door*
<HappyLittleMoron> ..and if he's in? *slightly sheepish, close-mouthed grin*
<Allison> *shrugs* Yeah, I saw him the other day. But his roommate says he went back down to Brazil last night.
<Allison> He's doing a semester with Greenpeace or somethin'.
<Allison> Sorry. *heads down hall*
* HappyLittleMoron blinks* Oh...I...gah...Thanks...yeah...I heard he's with the Peace Corps...
<HappyLittleMoron> Thanks...*heads downstairs, running a hand through her hair*
<Allison> Yeah, whatever. Creep owes me a Loreena McKennit tape
<HappyLittleMoron> ..ah..
* HappyLittleMoron hides her smirk a little, glancing back and around a lil' again before heading out of the building...
* HappyLittleMoron rubs her belly a lil'
* Hospital staff tell you it'll be at least 14 hours before Pete's gonig to be even fit to be seen --
* he probably won't be aware of you for another day or two after that
* and do you need any care for that pregnancy?
* HappyLittleMoron thanks them...with a soft sigh...heading out again...then shaking her head with a smile, telling about her appointment next week <G>
* HLM eventually makes it back to the asylum. So do the goons.
* and the dice say they go undetected
* HappyLittleMoron gets out, slamming the car door and sorta leaning against the car for a moment, taking a shakey breath
* HLM hears the sound of a car's engine fading into the distant blur of traffic
* HappyLittleMoron looks up and blinks a little, shaking her head slightly
* The narrator releases HLM back into the all=powerful realm of the Asylum
* HappyLittleMoron heads in with a soft sigh...taking a shower before waatching her little girl sleep...
*later*
<AriaStormsinger> {{Wh--where am I?}}
* HappyLittleMoron straitens up from stroking Brenna's hair* {{...Aria???}}
* Nothing more for a few minutes
<Quinonez> Hello, HappyLittleMoron. Quite an amazing facility you've developed.
* HappyLittleMoron chews her lip, sitting on the bed before her legs decide to go out, wearing pj bottoms and one of Klork's t-shirts, looking up with wide eyes
<Quin> {{Aria's been telling me allllll about it.}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Oh yeah, fully willingly too I'm sure, fucker..}}
<Quin>{{She hasn't been hurt, if that's what you're implying.}}
<Quin> {{No, I think she's simply come to...see things my way...}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{What the hell you want with her?!}} *clenches the sheets in her hands*
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Wouldn't buy that if ya payed me}}
<Q> {{Oh, but I could. Pay you, that is. As for what I want. It's not any different that what you sought -- or the good Dr. Foss.}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Sorry, I don't work for assholes...had enougha that in my time}}
<Q> {{We shall see about that. In the meantime, would you like to speak with Aria herself?}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{...depends...you gonna be monitorin' us?}}
<Q> {{My dear, you have so much to learn about me, don't you? And yet I know so much about you. Your little ones. Your beloved cat man. Your dreams and ideals in that cozy little asylum. Why would I need to monitor what you or Aria have to say?}}
<Q> {{I already know it all. And even if I did listen, it would do you no harm.}}
<AriaStormsinger> *rather fuzzily* {{It's all right Happy Little Moron. He means no harm. He just wants to keep me safe. He can help keep us all safe. You should come talk with us. Let's talk some time.}}
* HappyLittleMoron 's eyes widen, filling with tears, and she places her hands over her belly* {{Aria...? You don't sound like yourself...}}
<AriaStormsinger> {{No... He's helped me see who I really am. He'll help you see. He'll help you too.}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{What exactly did he do...??}}
<AriaStormsinger> {{(images of blue energy, a tall figure outlined by fierce light, a feeling of intense beauty and pain)}}
* The connection is suddenly cut off
* HappyLittleMoron chews her lip and grimaces1 {{Aria???!!!}}
<Q> {{See you soon, Happy Little Moron}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{You sonova...what the hell ARE you?!}}
<Q> {{What you've been waiting for all your life -- the ultimate protector.}}
<HappyLittleMoron> {{Tirant more like it...}}
<Q> *laughter, fading out*
* HappyLittleMoron slumps on the bed, covering her face
Session Close: Sun Feb 10 00:47:57 2002
