People were drifting into the mess tent in droves. The last to arrive
outside the doors were the Seneschal and his beloved Irene from the
chopperpad with the terrified Henry in tow, and, from the direction of the
space behind the latrine, the ghoul Sparky and the Scourge, slightly less
inebriated for having gotten the bulk of the liquor she was holding in her
stomach back out onto the ground. Slightly.
"Ok, guys," she whispered conspiratorially as she stumbled toward the other group, "The gig is up. *hic*" she put a hand over her mouth.
Sparky tried his best to look Not To Blame in this matter.
Joles frowned, though Irene laughed at the sight. "You're thoroughly drunk," he told the Gangrel firmly, then shivered, "Do you know what could be in this swill they pour out around here? Do you realize how unsafe it is?" he scolded her, his eyes growing wide as he hunched up his shoulders inside his shirt, his armsleeves coming down over his hands slightly. "Yes, I know the extent of the Masq breach in this area, I don't need an inebriated fleabag like you telling me that." He lifted one hand to scratch at the other arm as he looked around, "Go find yourself a patch of ground to sleep in, or whatever the hell it is you do to sober up. We're probably going to have to stay the day, here."
His eyes were wide and wild as he stared the place over, but they softened as their gaze fell on his attentive bride, who shook her head.
Joles sighed, and looked back to the Gangrel, who looked close to tears at the scolding. "I'm sorry, Megan, it's been a rough night, you understand."
She nodded wobbly. "I know, sir. I'm sorry, too... um..." she looked over behind the pair at Henry. "Um, you want me ta--"
Joles lifted an eyebrow and smiled at the Scourge's spunk, at least. "Well, do you think you can?"
Henry tried to do an impersonation of somebody who wasn't there.
Meg squinted, and lifted a hand into the air, a pair of wicked-looking black claws, shining like obsidian, sprouted from her fingertips. "Yeh. Jus'... jus' tell 'im to keep still a second," she squinted, and poked her tongue out of her mouth in intent concentration.
In an eyeblink, the Scourge disappeared from Sparky's side, and the ghoul nearly toppled, not having her weight to support anymore. She appeared beside Henry with a fierce grimace on her face, which turned into one of confusion, and then surprise, as she swiped a clawed hand through the air, completely missing her target, and was carried around by the follow-through to spin a good three times around and then flop onto the dirt floor, groaning. "Ugh. Lemme at 'em-- err..." she squirmed and tried to get back to her feet, but was way too dizzy and discombobulated.
Henry felt faint. He looked despairingly to Joles, who laughed loudly at the sight, his small frame shaking with the force. "Oh, dear," he chuckled, as Irene tugged on his armsleeve.
"Megan, forget it. We'll stay the night, and tomorrow, and then see what needs to be done. For now--" He caught a pleading glance from his wife, and chuckled again.
Henry wasn't quite sure how to feel about his prospective death getting the same reaction out of the Seneschal as one of his wife's whims.
"Oh, fine, Irene, we may as well go watch the movie."
Joles opened the door, his hand guiding his wife with a gentle touch on the hip. "Henry? Joining us?"
"Um. Yes, sir," he answered, and went on in.
"Meg?" he called, as Henry went in ahead of them.
"In a second," she called, dusting herself off shakily, "Gimme a second," she repeated, "I'll be right in."
The other two vampires similarly disappeared.
"Meg? Ma'am? Need a hand?" Sparky offered.
"Naw, hon. Go tend to your Master. I'll be JUST fine."
Sparky nodded and hastened inside.
Meg sighed, and, finishing composing herself, made a few attempts to progress in a straight line toward the door until she finally made it.
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"Ok, guys," she whispered conspiratorially as she stumbled toward the other group, "The gig is up. *hic*" she put a hand over her mouth.
Sparky tried his best to look Not To Blame in this matter.
Joles frowned, though Irene laughed at the sight. "You're thoroughly drunk," he told the Gangrel firmly, then shivered, "Do you know what could be in this swill they pour out around here? Do you realize how unsafe it is?" he scolded her, his eyes growing wide as he hunched up his shoulders inside his shirt, his armsleeves coming down over his hands slightly. "Yes, I know the extent of the Masq breach in this area, I don't need an inebriated fleabag like you telling me that." He lifted one hand to scratch at the other arm as he looked around, "Go find yourself a patch of ground to sleep in, or whatever the hell it is you do to sober up. We're probably going to have to stay the day, here."
His eyes were wide and wild as he stared the place over, but they softened as their gaze fell on his attentive bride, who shook her head.
Joles sighed, and looked back to the Gangrel, who looked close to tears at the scolding. "I'm sorry, Megan, it's been a rough night, you understand."
She nodded wobbly. "I know, sir. I'm sorry, too... um..." she looked over behind the pair at Henry. "Um, you want me ta--"
Joles lifted an eyebrow and smiled at the Scourge's spunk, at least. "Well, do you think you can?"
Henry tried to do an impersonation of somebody who wasn't there.
Meg squinted, and lifted a hand into the air, a pair of wicked-looking black claws, shining like obsidian, sprouted from her fingertips. "Yeh. Jus'... jus' tell 'im to keep still a second," she squinted, and poked her tongue out of her mouth in intent concentration.
In an eyeblink, the Scourge disappeared from Sparky's side, and the ghoul nearly toppled, not having her weight to support anymore. She appeared beside Henry with a fierce grimace on her face, which turned into one of confusion, and then surprise, as she swiped a clawed hand through the air, completely missing her target, and was carried around by the follow-through to spin a good three times around and then flop onto the dirt floor, groaning. "Ugh. Lemme at 'em-- err..." she squirmed and tried to get back to her feet, but was way too dizzy and discombobulated.
Henry felt faint. He looked despairingly to Joles, who laughed loudly at the sight, his small frame shaking with the force. "Oh, dear," he chuckled, as Irene tugged on his armsleeve.
"Megan, forget it. We'll stay the night, and tomorrow, and then see what needs to be done. For now--" He caught a pleading glance from his wife, and chuckled again.
Henry wasn't quite sure how to feel about his prospective death getting the same reaction out of the Seneschal as one of his wife's whims.
"Oh, fine, Irene, we may as well go watch the movie."
Joles opened the door, his hand guiding his wife with a gentle touch on the hip. "Henry? Joining us?"
"Um. Yes, sir," he answered, and went on in.
"Meg?" he called, as Henry went in ahead of them.
"In a second," she called, dusting herself off shakily, "Gimme a second," she repeated, "I'll be right in."
The other two vampires similarly disappeared.
"Meg? Ma'am? Need a hand?" Sparky offered.
"Naw, hon. Go tend to your Master. I'll be JUST fine."
Sparky nodded and hastened inside.
Meg sighed, and, finishing composing herself, made a few attempts to progress in a straight line toward the door until she finally made it.
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