The Zen Gardens building loomed in front of them. Riley had been silent the whole way, chewing absently on her bottom lip, brow permanently furrowed in deep thought. What, exactly, had she just seen in the Great Hall? At first, it hadn't been what she'd seen, but what she'd heard and smelled. A slight scuffle, something that could have been played off as someone who had had to much to drink and stumbled against one of the buffet tables. Then there had be the simultaneous smell of freshly-spilled blood and a scream. And then sight took over in the form of a fleeing man. The blood and the scream had her back up and the Jaguar had been awakened and slipped into the driver's seat of her instincts. Someone was running, the scent of blood was tickling her nose, and that equaled prey, so she chased after the running man. She'd caught a familiar scent, something that teased and taunted just at the edge of her memory. But that was the only thing she'd caught. The guy had gotten away, cheating her of a name, a face, to put to that scent. Until later, when it hit her in a horrifying rush of remembrance. She did indeed know the guy and that knowledge cut her to the quick, a sense of betrayal and confusion tainting whatever fun and merriment could have been breathed back into the Masquerade.
Daniel hadn't been particularly talkative either, considering what she'd told him. He just kept a tight grip on Riley's hand and nodded or shook his head when spoken to.
Ryan was just walking along, glad to be out of that kind of tense room. But the silence between them all was something different. "So, a tree grows from blood? Someone was stabbed, and Riley almost got the person?" He was the curious type, he was paid to ask questions.
"Lilliana's magic made the tree grow. It was nice of her," Riley said with a quick-silver smile. "And yeah, I almost got him," she said softly, absently.
?I wasted a small fortune on this dress,? Mindy said. It was an idle observation really.
"Yes, but you look beautiful and I guarantee that there will be another opportunity to wear it," the Jaguar reassured her.
?Well hell, we are gonna have a good old fashioned, Ice Cream Social. Try to have a better night." Ryan, still wearing that mask, looked over Mindy. "It was worth it, you look good enough to eat," he told her with a feral smile.
Riley sighed softly and entered the building, glancing over to the studio to see Mr Cheung hard at work behind their shared desk. He looked up and waved at Mindy...but pointedly ignored Riley. She frowned. "Why does he hate me so much?"
"Communists don't like people in authority," Daniel said. Guess his mood was lifting.
Riley chuckled and gave the super a great big grin and happy wave. "I'm gonna change. I gotta return this dress in the morning."
?Meet at my place again then?? Mindy asked.
"Yeah, same with my suit,? Daniel added. ?Maybe it's a good thing we didn't get the guy. Can you imagine what they'd say if we brought them back with blood on the clothes?"
"Yeah," Riley chuckled and then nodded at Mindy. "Yep. I'll be up in fifteen minutes, tops."
?Right,? the diminutive blond said. ?The ice cream should get here just about the same time.?
Truth was, Bones was not bothered by whatever the evening held. He was still in his onyx black suit, white tie, and white mask. He felt like the Phantom of the Opera. He was just looking forward to some Cherry Blossom ice cream, then maybe vanilla and cinnamon...candlelight, he was drifting in thought.
Riley dashed up the stairs and slipped into her loft, leaving the door open for Daniel. He went in quickly, and closed the door behind them. The Jaguar undressed quickly, carefully hanging the dress up. Then she selected clothing at random - jeans, t-shirt, hoodie - and dressed absently, putting her shirt on backwards.
"You're shirt's backwards, pyara," Daniel said quietly, folding his suit up neatly and pulling on his usual, casual clothes.
Riley went over to her writing desk and sat down, reaching for a piece of paper and a pen. "Hmm?" she said looking up at Daniel. Then his words caught up with her and she glanced down. "Well, damn it." She slipped off her shirt and turned it around, putting it on correctly this time. Then she sat forward, writing furiously, pausing every so often to underline a word or to think of how to phrase something.
Daniel went and stood behind her, laying his hands on her shoulders and massaging the hard muscles there, trying to work away some of her tension. She sighed deeply and reached for an envelope, folding the note in half and slipping it into the envelope. She tipped her head back, looking up at him. "I need to go deliver this real quick. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"Nah, it's just across the street." She stood up and pecked a quick kiss against his cheek. "Be right back." She opened the door and went out into the hallway, nearly colliding with the ice cream delivery guy. "Upstairs, 3A," she said as the guy opened his mouth to ask a question.
Daniel nodded, walking out behind her and closing the door. "I'll meet you up at Mindy's, then." He headed up the stairs, a few feet behind the ice-cream man.
"Okay, baby." She slipped downstairs and exited the building, heading across the street to one of the myriad burned-out ruins that dotted the landscape of WestEnd. "Oliver," she called out softly. "Oliver, it's Ms O'Rourke."
A small child of indeterminate age and sex poked its head out of a door-way. "You got some food?" it asked, clutching a rusty steak knife like Linus did his blanket.
Riley shook her head, causing a small thunderstorm to cross the child's face. "But, if you deliver this note like before, I'll buy you lunch tomorrow at Mr Tej's restaurant."
The child nodded and held its grubby hand out to Riley. She passed over the envelope. "Same guy as before?" the child asked, heart-breaking hazel eyes tipped up to her.
"Yes, Oliver. And see if you can give it to him at work? I'll buy dessert if you can find out for me where it is," she replied.
The hazel eyes lit up and the child eagerly nodded. Riley impulsively reached out to ruffle the mop of unruly, dirty hair, but the child jerked away, as if it expected to be hit. Riley's heart crept into her throat and she slowly pulled her hand back. "Come find me tomorrow in the Studios and we'll see about lunch...and dessert, okay?"
Oliver nodded again and then slipped back into the shadows, swallowed up by the ruined building. She sighed softly and shook her head. Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, warding off a chill that had nothing to do with the weather, she crossed the street and went up the stairs to the third floor.
((Adapted from live play. Thanks to Daniel Tej, Mindy McKnight, and Ryan Wilson.))
Daniel hadn't been particularly talkative either, considering what she'd told him. He just kept a tight grip on Riley's hand and nodded or shook his head when spoken to.
Ryan was just walking along, glad to be out of that kind of tense room. But the silence between them all was something different. "So, a tree grows from blood? Someone was stabbed, and Riley almost got the person?" He was the curious type, he was paid to ask questions.
"Lilliana's magic made the tree grow. It was nice of her," Riley said with a quick-silver smile. "And yeah, I almost got him," she said softly, absently.
?I wasted a small fortune on this dress,? Mindy said. It was an idle observation really.
"Yes, but you look beautiful and I guarantee that there will be another opportunity to wear it," the Jaguar reassured her.
?Well hell, we are gonna have a good old fashioned, Ice Cream Social. Try to have a better night." Ryan, still wearing that mask, looked over Mindy. "It was worth it, you look good enough to eat," he told her with a feral smile.
Riley sighed softly and entered the building, glancing over to the studio to see Mr Cheung hard at work behind their shared desk. He looked up and waved at Mindy...but pointedly ignored Riley. She frowned. "Why does he hate me so much?"
"Communists don't like people in authority," Daniel said. Guess his mood was lifting.
Riley chuckled and gave the super a great big grin and happy wave. "I'm gonna change. I gotta return this dress in the morning."
?Meet at my place again then?? Mindy asked.
"Yeah, same with my suit,? Daniel added. ?Maybe it's a good thing we didn't get the guy. Can you imagine what they'd say if we brought them back with blood on the clothes?"
"Yeah," Riley chuckled and then nodded at Mindy. "Yep. I'll be up in fifteen minutes, tops."
?Right,? the diminutive blond said. ?The ice cream should get here just about the same time.?
Truth was, Bones was not bothered by whatever the evening held. He was still in his onyx black suit, white tie, and white mask. He felt like the Phantom of the Opera. He was just looking forward to some Cherry Blossom ice cream, then maybe vanilla and cinnamon...candlelight, he was drifting in thought.
Riley dashed up the stairs and slipped into her loft, leaving the door open for Daniel. He went in quickly, and closed the door behind them. The Jaguar undressed quickly, carefully hanging the dress up. Then she selected clothing at random - jeans, t-shirt, hoodie - and dressed absently, putting her shirt on backwards.
"You're shirt's backwards, pyara," Daniel said quietly, folding his suit up neatly and pulling on his usual, casual clothes.
Riley went over to her writing desk and sat down, reaching for a piece of paper and a pen. "Hmm?" she said looking up at Daniel. Then his words caught up with her and she glanced down. "Well, damn it." She slipped off her shirt and turned it around, putting it on correctly this time. Then she sat forward, writing furiously, pausing every so often to underline a word or to think of how to phrase something.
Daniel went and stood behind her, laying his hands on her shoulders and massaging the hard muscles there, trying to work away some of her tension. She sighed deeply and reached for an envelope, folding the note in half and slipping it into the envelope. She tipped her head back, looking up at him. "I need to go deliver this real quick. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
"Nah, it's just across the street." She stood up and pecked a quick kiss against his cheek. "Be right back." She opened the door and went out into the hallway, nearly colliding with the ice cream delivery guy. "Upstairs, 3A," she said as the guy opened his mouth to ask a question.
Daniel nodded, walking out behind her and closing the door. "I'll meet you up at Mindy's, then." He headed up the stairs, a few feet behind the ice-cream man.
"Okay, baby." She slipped downstairs and exited the building, heading across the street to one of the myriad burned-out ruins that dotted the landscape of WestEnd. "Oliver," she called out softly. "Oliver, it's Ms O'Rourke."
A small child of indeterminate age and sex poked its head out of a door-way. "You got some food?" it asked, clutching a rusty steak knife like Linus did his blanket.
Riley shook her head, causing a small thunderstorm to cross the child's face. "But, if you deliver this note like before, I'll buy you lunch tomorrow at Mr Tej's restaurant."
The child nodded and held its grubby hand out to Riley. She passed over the envelope. "Same guy as before?" the child asked, heart-breaking hazel eyes tipped up to her.
"Yes, Oliver. And see if you can give it to him at work? I'll buy dessert if you can find out for me where it is," she replied.
The hazel eyes lit up and the child eagerly nodded. Riley impulsively reached out to ruffle the mop of unruly, dirty hair, but the child jerked away, as if it expected to be hit. Riley's heart crept into her throat and she slowly pulled her hand back. "Come find me tomorrow in the Studios and we'll see about lunch...and dessert, okay?"
Oliver nodded again and then slipped back into the shadows, swallowed up by the ruined building. She sighed softly and shook her head. Wrapping her arms around herself tightly, warding off a chill that had nothing to do with the weather, she crossed the street and went up the stairs to the third floor.
((Adapted from live play. Thanks to Daniel Tej, Mindy McKnight, and Ryan Wilson.))