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xp_logsTopaz and Wanda get home just in time to be rudely sobered up by the blast of magic Avalon emits as the Necronomicon vanishes itself into the fabric of time and space. Along the way, they collect a similarly affected Amanda, as well as Marie-Ange, Doug, and Darcy.
How Topaz managed to keep her witch's hat on all night was anyone's guess, but it was still on her head as she climbed out of the car, stumbling just the smallest bit. There had been shots at some point. That had been fun. They'd completely missed the mansion party, and hopefully in turn whatever horrible thing might happen (because there was always a chance), or there'd be clean up to do in the morning. And it would definitely have to wait until morning, she definitely could not be trusted to cast a spell right-
A wave of magic crashed right into her. She stumbled, grabbing the door to steady herself, blinking a few times to clear disorientation. "The bloody hell-" She looked to Wanda as if to ask, You felt that too, right?
It was like a bucket of cold water had been doused over Wanda. She went from happily drunk and thinking about a particularly good brand of chocolate she had tucked away for occasions just like tonight to clutching her head in agony. Eyes opened or closed, there was no escaping the waves of the lines of chaos as they exploded in her mind's eye.
Her powers never activated on their own - something was very, very wrong.
Thank God she'd paid the Uber driver already, Wanda inanely thought, as she uttered a muffled "the fuck" into her hands.
The Uber driver probably - rightfully - assumed they were just drunk, and left as soon as the door was closed and Topaz had gotten Wanda far enough away. "Okay that's... that's not good," she said as concisely as she could manage, fumbling for her phone to raise the alarm. "Can you tell where it's coming from?"
Gripping her hair in both hands, it took all of her energy to turn off her powers and stop the silent flashing and twisting chaos lines for the moment. "Ugggh," she said, staring down at the ground. Straightening up seemed to take too much effort. "Close but also not. Something has massively upset the balance of the cosmos and I am not just saying that."
She blinked. "I am, apparently, now completely sober. And suffering from a major hangover."
At the mansion, Amanda was stumbling down the stairs, her wards going off like a klaxon only she could hear. Her phone vibrated and she saw Topaz' alarm text. "Oh, bloody fantastic," she muttered. "Halloween is the worst." At least she wasn't in a long white trailing nightgown any more.
Marie-Ange was shortly behind Amanda, holding a wet washcloth to her face. "I still feel sunburned. It is nonsense that I still feel sunburned." She wiped at her face, and then fumbled in the pocket of the hoodie she had definitely stolen from someone and pulled out one of the plain, solid color eyepatches she had stashed everywhere. "We had Halloween explode on the mansion. There were mummies and tombs. Next year I am going to vacation in a place they do not believe in candy holidays or the undead. What is going on, why did the alarms go off, please tell me is it not more undeads."
Amanda apparently hadn't been fast enough for Topaz's liking, because Marie-Ange's phone was the next to go off, with a phone call this time instead of a text, and a very frenzied, very drunk young British woman on the other end switching between languages. "Paheliyon aur bakavaas aur - oh! Oh bloody hell. Wait, who'm'I calling?" A shuffling noise as she checked the caller ID. "Brilliant, shaanadaar, need whoever you can get down at the Avalon entrance, now. And maybe someone to the driveway to help Wanda."
Click.
"Today I learned Topaz language hops when she's drunk," Doug observed. He looked down. "Oh thank god I have actual pants," he muttered. "And the stuff that I keep in my pockets, like my phone." He fished it out, anticipating the next incoherent phone call in the pattern. "Yes, Topaz, we're on our way," he said before the witch could even get a word out.
"Where are we going?" Darcy shook her head, still getting her bearings as she slipped her hand into Doug's. "Aww, the shiny pants were so nice. I need to find you a pair. I would say for science, but that feels inappropriate, given the... shenanigans."
The four had reached the bottom of the stairs and were gathered in the foyer at this last. “No science. Definitely magic,” said Amanda shortly, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “My wards are giving me merry hell, but Topaz said we needed to get to Avalon. I have a feeling whatever fucked up Halloween is connected to whatever the fuck this is.” She led the way out the front door.
Marie-Ange tapped her phone, grumbling about speakerphone and technology under her breath. "I hate everything about this holiday. I hate it. After action meeting on the way, unless we start walking into another horror movie. Doug can you record? My phone hates me again." She shoved the phone and the washcloth into the stolen hoodie and bent to pull the laces of her trainers tight. "Loop around the mansion, first we collect Wanda, then to the chapel. I want Wanda's raw power, I do not care if she is drunk."
All the fun energy from being drunk was long gone, leaving Topaz anxious and twitchy as she drummed her fingers against thigh, eyes scanning the lawn. She looked relieved when the front door opened, at least until she took a moment to assess the disheveled state everyone was emotionally in. "Bloody hell. Guess we only avoided one disaster."
Wanda didn't even bother to look, afraid that any sudden movement would send the contents of her stomach out onto the pavement. "Why?" she asked someone, anyone. "Do they look like how my head feels?"
"Halloween vomited on the mansion. It has been chaotic." Marie-Ange said tiredly. "We were about to do after action and then all Amanda's alarms went off. What is happening to Avalon?" She sounded so genuinely tired and done that it was alarming, leaning on Amanda and rubbing at tired eyes. "Did any of you turn into monsters?"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Wanda peeked out between her fingers. "The monster part. I could not ping whatever the hell that was that just punched me in the face, made me sober, and then gave me my worst hangover but I am not surprised about Avalon."
"Mad scientist." Darcy broadly gestured at Doug with her free hand. "And my delightful creation, albeit far more clothed than he was before."
"Apparently Doctor Lewinstein was in the market for a companion who...vould have an enormous schwanzstucker," Doug quoted in his best over-the-top Young Frankenstein accent. If she was going to drag him, he was going to drag Darcy right back.
"We got interrupted before I could verify that all five limbs were actually functioning as stated," Darcy quipped back. "Probably for the best, I'd have hated to traumatize Bobby. What about the two of you?"
“Later,” Amanda replied, pinching the bridge of her nose again. “I think we need to figure this out because my wards are trying to drill a hole in my head. Topaz, is there anything in there you think might have done all…” She waved her hand around vaguely, taking in Doug and Darcy and the mansion in general. “This?”
Topaz frowned, trying very hard to think through the haze of alcohol. She pulled off her witch hat without thinking. "Not that I can think of? I imagine anything capable of... whatever... happened... would've done something by now, but - oh!" Her eyes lit up as several thoughts hit her at once. "The uh... the thing. The Necro - Nec - the book!"
Darcy groaned. "The fucking book, of course," she muttered. "Ugh, shit, that makes this mostly my fault. Thanks, I hate it. And I hate creepy actual magical copies of the damn Necronomicon, apparently. I knew it was giving me the heebs for a reason."
“Not your fault, Darcy. Magical books are tricky. Well, I s’pose we’re going to have to go in and check it out?” Amanda suggested.
Marie-Ange grumbled. "Always with the having to go in and check it out. I am serious, next Halloween we all go on vacation. No movies, no candy. Palm trees. Margaritas. Bikinis."
How Topaz managed to keep her witch's hat on all night was anyone's guess, but it was still on her head as she climbed out of the car, stumbling just the smallest bit. There had been shots at some point. That had been fun. They'd completely missed the mansion party, and hopefully in turn whatever horrible thing might happen (because there was always a chance), or there'd be clean up to do in the morning. And it would definitely have to wait until morning, she definitely could not be trusted to cast a spell right-
A wave of magic crashed right into her. She stumbled, grabbing the door to steady herself, blinking a few times to clear disorientation. "The bloody hell-" She looked to Wanda as if to ask, You felt that too, right?
It was like a bucket of cold water had been doused over Wanda. She went from happily drunk and thinking about a particularly good brand of chocolate she had tucked away for occasions just like tonight to clutching her head in agony. Eyes opened or closed, there was no escaping the waves of the lines of chaos as they exploded in her mind's eye.
Her powers never activated on their own - something was very, very wrong.
Thank God she'd paid the Uber driver already, Wanda inanely thought, as she uttered a muffled "the fuck" into her hands.
The Uber driver probably - rightfully - assumed they were just drunk, and left as soon as the door was closed and Topaz had gotten Wanda far enough away. "Okay that's... that's not good," she said as concisely as she could manage, fumbling for her phone to raise the alarm. "Can you tell where it's coming from?"
Gripping her hair in both hands, it took all of her energy to turn off her powers and stop the silent flashing and twisting chaos lines for the moment. "Ugggh," she said, staring down at the ground. Straightening up seemed to take too much effort. "Close but also not. Something has massively upset the balance of the cosmos and I am not just saying that."
She blinked. "I am, apparently, now completely sober. And suffering from a major hangover."
At the mansion, Amanda was stumbling down the stairs, her wards going off like a klaxon only she could hear. Her phone vibrated and she saw Topaz' alarm text. "Oh, bloody fantastic," she muttered. "Halloween is the worst." At least she wasn't in a long white trailing nightgown any more.
Marie-Ange was shortly behind Amanda, holding a wet washcloth to her face. "I still feel sunburned. It is nonsense that I still feel sunburned." She wiped at her face, and then fumbled in the pocket of the hoodie she had definitely stolen from someone and pulled out one of the plain, solid color eyepatches she had stashed everywhere. "We had Halloween explode on the mansion. There were mummies and tombs. Next year I am going to vacation in a place they do not believe in candy holidays or the undead. What is going on, why did the alarms go off, please tell me is it not more undeads."
Amanda apparently hadn't been fast enough for Topaz's liking, because Marie-Ange's phone was the next to go off, with a phone call this time instead of a text, and a very frenzied, very drunk young British woman on the other end switching between languages. "Paheliyon aur bakavaas aur - oh! Oh bloody hell. Wait, who'm'I calling?" A shuffling noise as she checked the caller ID. "Brilliant, shaanadaar, need whoever you can get down at the Avalon entrance, now. And maybe someone to the driveway to help Wanda."
Click.
"Today I learned Topaz language hops when she's drunk," Doug observed. He looked down. "Oh thank god I have actual pants," he muttered. "And the stuff that I keep in my pockets, like my phone." He fished it out, anticipating the next incoherent phone call in the pattern. "Yes, Topaz, we're on our way," he said before the witch could even get a word out.
"Where are we going?" Darcy shook her head, still getting her bearings as she slipped her hand into Doug's. "Aww, the shiny pants were so nice. I need to find you a pair. I would say for science, but that feels inappropriate, given the... shenanigans."
The four had reached the bottom of the stairs and were gathered in the foyer at this last. “No science. Definitely magic,” said Amanda shortly, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “My wards are giving me merry hell, but Topaz said we needed to get to Avalon. I have a feeling whatever fucked up Halloween is connected to whatever the fuck this is.” She led the way out the front door.
Marie-Ange tapped her phone, grumbling about speakerphone and technology under her breath. "I hate everything about this holiday. I hate it. After action meeting on the way, unless we start walking into another horror movie. Doug can you record? My phone hates me again." She shoved the phone and the washcloth into the stolen hoodie and bent to pull the laces of her trainers tight. "Loop around the mansion, first we collect Wanda, then to the chapel. I want Wanda's raw power, I do not care if she is drunk."
All the fun energy from being drunk was long gone, leaving Topaz anxious and twitchy as she drummed her fingers against thigh, eyes scanning the lawn. She looked relieved when the front door opened, at least until she took a moment to assess the disheveled state everyone was emotionally in. "Bloody hell. Guess we only avoided one disaster."
Wanda didn't even bother to look, afraid that any sudden movement would send the contents of her stomach out onto the pavement. "Why?" she asked someone, anyone. "Do they look like how my head feels?"
"Halloween vomited on the mansion. It has been chaotic." Marie-Ange said tiredly. "We were about to do after action and then all Amanda's alarms went off. What is happening to Avalon?" She sounded so genuinely tired and done that it was alarming, leaning on Amanda and rubbing at tired eyes. "Did any of you turn into monsters?"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Wanda peeked out between her fingers. "The monster part. I could not ping whatever the hell that was that just punched me in the face, made me sober, and then gave me my worst hangover but I am not surprised about Avalon."
"Mad scientist." Darcy broadly gestured at Doug with her free hand. "And my delightful creation, albeit far more clothed than he was before."
"Apparently Doctor Lewinstein was in the market for a companion who...vould have an enormous schwanzstucker," Doug quoted in his best over-the-top Young Frankenstein accent. If she was going to drag him, he was going to drag Darcy right back.
"We got interrupted before I could verify that all five limbs were actually functioning as stated," Darcy quipped back. "Probably for the best, I'd have hated to traumatize Bobby. What about the two of you?"
“Later,” Amanda replied, pinching the bridge of her nose again. “I think we need to figure this out because my wards are trying to drill a hole in my head. Topaz, is there anything in there you think might have done all…” She waved her hand around vaguely, taking in Doug and Darcy and the mansion in general. “This?”
Topaz frowned, trying very hard to think through the haze of alcohol. She pulled off her witch hat without thinking. "Not that I can think of? I imagine anything capable of... whatever... happened... would've done something by now, but - oh!" Her eyes lit up as several thoughts hit her at once. "The uh... the thing. The Necro - Nec - the book!"
Darcy groaned. "The fucking book, of course," she muttered. "Ugh, shit, that makes this mostly my fault. Thanks, I hate it. And I hate creepy actual magical copies of the damn Necronomicon, apparently. I knew it was giving me the heebs for a reason."
“Not your fault, Darcy. Magical books are tricky. Well, I s’pose we’re going to have to go in and check it out?” Amanda suggested.
Marie-Ange grumbled. "Always with the having to go in and check it out. I am serious, next Halloween we all go on vacation. No movies, no candy. Palm trees. Margaritas. Bikinis."
