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Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy ([personal profile] professorlionface) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-06-16 12:45 pm

A Night in West Egg

WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

cawky: (☼ i'm not like the others)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-17 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes every ounce of his willpower not to bark in pain when she shoves at his wound. His tail wraps itself around her legs, one of his hands snapping around the wrist on his bandage as he shoves her back again, seeking to trip her with his tail.

He's forced to fold his wing to keep himself balanced without knocking anything or anyone over. If someone hadn't noticed them before, someone is bound to notice them now.]
fabricates: (♏ everybody loves)

[personal profile] fabricates 2012-06-18 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The trip up works, but she's not going down by herself. She grabs at his mantle to forcibly drag him down with her, and then rolls them over to straddle him so she can have more control of the situation.

Her fist collides with his face again now that she's got her bearings on the situation.]
symmachy: forblueskys @ LJ (stop.)

[personal profile] symmachy 2012-06-19 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Scathach was right behind Hank. She had heard the commotion from across the gym, and had deftly dodged between students who were still dancing or gawking. Her arms were around the... winged boy just seconds after Hank grabbed up the girl. She was about the same height as him, but her arms locked around his middle and wing like a vice.]

I would also like an explanation.

[Her voice was calm, but the Irish lilt was very pronounced. Probably not a good sign.]
cawky: (☼ come on baby)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-19 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[When Dave is dragged down, he loses most of his advantage. He shoves violently at Vriska until Hank pulls her off and he's forced to release his tail's hold around her legs. He swipes blindly at her face, claws out, trying to grab some part of her to rip her out of Hank's grasp. He likely only succeeds in either smacking her or scratching her somewhere above the neckline.

When Scathach grabs him, he thrashes briefly until he realizes where her arms are and forces himself to bite his tongue to keep from outwardly displaying his pain.

When he speaks, however, its very strained -- your arm is on the huge bandaged and bleeding hole in his stomach, Scatty. This whole gym is going to be covered in gold by the time he leaves.]

Yeah, that's me. [He coughs when he tries to sit up and only ends up hurting himself more.] Easy on the goods, lady.
Edited 2012-06-19 01:38 (UTC)
dupable: (John: Worry over your predicament)

[personal profile] dupable 2012-06-19 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ And of course, what would a fight be if the catalyst that unintentionally started the whole mess wasn't there to see it? Nothing, that's what! John is standing a good several yards away, having stumbled onto the scene in time to see Vriska punch Davesprite in the face before the two of them got ripped away from each other.

And man, he sure doesn't look happy about this mess.

His shoulders slump slightly and he looks back and forth between Vriska and Davesprite, before taking a look at the people that broke them up. They seem to have it covered, and Davesprite will probably need someone to call an ambulance for him, what with how he's bleeding as heavily as he is.

Plus John doesn't really want to be in this room anymore right now. So he'll turn around and slip out, fumbling to grab his phone as he goes.
fabricates: (♏ i'm lost inside this darkness)

[personal profile] fabricates 2012-06-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave's hand catches the left side of her face, and she screeches at the unexpected pain and she's already trying to lunge for him again except oh wait someone has a really firm hold on her. She can feel blood bubbling up from the fresh scratches, and it's not long before cerulean is trickling down into her eye. At least he missed her eightfold eye, but not by a lot. She might actually kill him if he damaged that.]

Let go!

[She struggles until she catches sight of John in the corner of her eye and she goes rigid. That look he's giving them? Yeah, it hits her harder than anything Dave had done in the last five minutes. She wiggles, trying to see if she can use the blood all over her dress as a lubricant to slip out of his grip. She has to go after John, she just has to.]

Let me go!!
symmachy: (out.)

[personal profile] symmachy 2012-06-19 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[She almost immediately noticed the wound, and swore in Gaelic. A student this injured shouldn't have come to prom--he should have been in a hospital. But she shifts her arms, intrigued by the yellow blood but not enough to waste time asking about it. The redhead nods, and picks him up as gently as she can (still restraining the wing) to hand him over to Hank.]

This is your area, yes. Give me the girl.
cawky: (☼ you're the pretender)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-19 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The fuck did you just say?

[Davesprite glanced over his shoulder at Scatty shortly before the conversation actually registered in his head. Again, he wiggles a bit to try and straighten himself, despite the hold she has on her wing.]

Nah, that ain't blood, I got busy with the body paint before I got here. Surprise, rise and shine, its time put the douchebag down now.
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[personal profile] fabricates 2012-06-21 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[The moment Vriska feels the grip on her loosen for the exchange, she's slipping out and darting into the throng of people to escape. And more importantly for her, to go after John. She figures they'll be distracted enough with Davesprite's wound to not follow her. It is pretty bad, after all.]
symmachy: forblueskys @ LJ (stop.)

[personal profile] symmachy 2012-06-21 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't waste her time answering Dave, or letting Hank know what she's doing. As soon as his hand is on the boy's shoulder, she goes after the girl. She wasn't about to let her get away if there was something to be done about it.]
cawky: (☼ circling your head)

Vriska is gonna check out of this thread

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-21 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[In truth, he hadn't really felt this shitty in a long time, though whether it was because of the blood loss or because he saw the look John had given them was anyone's guess.

But there is absolutely no way he's letting this guy carry him. Its a bit of a slow process, getting his body straight again, but once he does Davesprite floats into the air wordlessly. Once that's done, he answers Hank back.]

I can do this myself.
cawky: (☼ its the end of the world)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-25 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Davesprite pauses to watch where Vriska's run to, fighting Hank's hold for a moment to try and search for her and John.

He doesn't linger long -- there was one thing Vriska had said that stuck, and that was that John didn't need him watching over him like a child. She wasn't wrong about that, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of--

Well. He was gone now. And Dave was starting to feel a little dizzy from blood loss.]

So remind me who you are.

[He turns back around, slowly but stubbornly hovering alongside Hank.]
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[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-25 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
Different Dave. Long story.

[One he doesn't sound keen on retelling, especially to a guy who claims any kind of authority. But at least he knew who this guy was now.]

Pretty sure the one you know can't do the bird thing.
cawky: (☼ causing us)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-25 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
Striders are all inheritly evil, dude. We got our own theme music and everything.

[He shrugs and coughs, wiping a bit of blood on the back of his hand.]

No big. Still Dave. Just not the one you know.

[The note on the doctorate makes his brow furrow a bit.]

So no bribes to get you to let this one go, huh?
Edited 2012-06-26 04:30 (UTC)
cawky: (☼ some forever gone)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-26 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Dave actually pauses for a moment to catch his breath, nearly collapsing in the process. Ok, maybe he underestimated how bad this wound was. After all, he had been pretty close to death as it was before he got to the City, and now Vriska made it worse while it had just begin the healing process.

At least his broken wing hadn't been further aggravated, but then again, the hole through his stomach was probably cause for more immediate concern.

Fuck, she got him good.]
cawky: (☼ you didn't know)

[personal profile] cawky 2012-06-26 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes one moment to check to make sure nobody's watching (nice try Hank, but not quite), not that it matters because Dave is about out of energy. Thankfully, he dodged the spiked punch, but it also meant that he didn't have any fluids in him. But since nobody is watching...]

Yeah, ok, you win big guy.

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