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Who: Octavia and anyone who expressed an interest in getting attacked by a giant purple scorpion/would still like to do so!
What: GIANT PURPLE SCORPION ATTACK, EEK.
Where: Multiple places! Octavia will be wandering around the city with the scorpion stalking her, so feel free to specify pretty much any public area.
When: Anywhere between 4PM - Midnight (though midnight itself is reserved for Alan Hunter, so he can kill the sodding thing).

Octavia's day started normally enough. Lounging around the house in her pyjamas? Check. Dicking around on the internet? Check. Obsessive preening and primping in the mirror in the eternal quest to perfect her superstar pout?

Not-so-check. Imagine, if you will, the horror of an image-obsessed teenager ferreting around in her makeup bag for an hour only to find that she's all out of glittery blue eyeliner.

Stop that. It's okay. Honestly, it'll be okay. Stop screaming, please.

Thus she found herself deciding to actually bother to leave the house and go to the mall. Unfortunately for us all, Pokemon games don't exist in this RP. As a result, on her way to the bus stop, Octavia completely neglected to avoid suspicious shaking patches of long grass.

A wild SCORPION appeared!

OCTAVIA used FLAIL AROUND SCREAMING.
But nothing happened...
Wild SCORPION used STING!
It's super-effective!

OCTAVIA fled the battle...

You'd think that anyone's first instinct would be to run and get medical assistance after being stung by an incredibly aggressive dog-sized purple scorpion. Ordinarily, Octavia would agree. But for entirely unfathomable reasons that cannot possibly be related to freaky alien scorpion venom, all she wants to do is laugh. And find people to laugh with. God she loves people. People are awesome. Gonna go find lots of people.

((God I'm so sorry. Prose and actionspam are both okay. The original plot link thingy is here if you need a refresher. OH AND please specify an approximate time for your scorpion encounter if you tag so I know what's what! 8V))

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Wait, doesn't she recognize... Tavia? Great. Tavia's out here more or less alone in the middle of the night, laughing her head off, saying something about being chased, and Brooke doesn't have any idea what to do in this situation. She lowers her phone, but keeps it in her hand.

Hold on. Being chased? "Calm down for a second, Tavia," she says, way more keeping-it-together-ly than she feels. She takes a look and doesn't immediately see any danger, but the teenager has most of her attention right now anyway. Brooke's pretty sure there's a dentist's office around here. "Did you get into the nitrous?" she asks as non-judgmentally as possible.

Between hoarse giggly gasps, Tavia manages to raise both middle fingers. The double deuce, just for Brooke. You're welcome. 'Calm down' her perfect superstar ass.

Talking is kind of a no-go - come on, she gets flustered and babbly when she's stressed even without the laughs - so Tavia resorts to acting out the day's events. She mimes putting on lipstick, looking distressed, walking on the spot and then looking shocked. Raising her hands, she puts them together and wriggles her fingers in an attempt to imitate a giant purple scorpion.

Yeah.

Finally, she raises her arm in an arc and brings it down to her leg, motioning to a little hole in her jeans showing where she got stung. There! Who could ever fail to interpret such a masterful display? Only idiots, is who.

Naturally, she's in hysterics throughout. Especially when miming the sting.

Casually ignoring the double deuce (for all she knows, that's just how Tavia says hello), Brooke mutters under her breath something about sucking at charades.

She puzzles over the motions and quickly tries coming up with an answer. If she's still being chased, if she was ever being chased in the first place, they don't exactly have a lot of time to lose. Unfortunately, her first guess isn't one she wants to think about.

"You'd better not be telling me you got stung by a scorpion."

Because that would be way too close to that memory that she could never actually explain. Also, it would mean there's a scorpion on the loose.

"YahAHAHAHAHAAYes! Yes!"

Tavia nods, grinning. Fuck yes. Goddamn is she ever great at acting even when she can't use words. What she just did? Professional grade miming. Totally. That shit's going on her resume.

"A giaAAHAHHAHAAA. Hahaha! A giaNOHOHOHAHAHAHA." Waving her hands around to indicate the relative giantness of the scorpion, she gulps a few times before trying to speak again. "Giant oneeehehehehee. Purple! GAHAHAHAHAA!"

Any trace of a smile disappears midway through her last laughing fit. She's pretty sure she just heard that horrid clicky rustly sound. Eep.

A giant purple scorpion? And it's here. And it's chasing her. Brooke's eyes go wide as she looks past Tavia, but not for long. Her stomach drops in what she hopes is just terror.

"Why are you just standing here? Come on, let's go!" She grabs for Tavia's arm and won't leave until the younger girl at least shows some signs of life and starts running. Brooke has zero idea herself where exactly they can run to, but work is in the direction Tavia came running from, so that's out before it was even close to being in play.

Whatever, it's not important, just get your ass in gear, Tavia!

"Lehehet gAHAHHAHAHA!"

That would be a 'let go.' Tavia doesn't try to pull away, though, instead deciding that running is actually a pretty good idea even though her legs are bordering on unusable by now. With a snorty giggly whine, she follows Brooke's lead and makes a ~~8r8k~~ break for it.

The scorpion seems to take this as an invitation to give chase properly instead of skulking around in the darkness. How nice of it.

Crap. That's definitely the sound of an arachnid scuttling around on asphalt, not that she's going to turn around to check. Brooke's stomach drops even further as she realizes just how similar this entire thing feels to her mystery memory. She's not even sure it was a memory—maybe it was a matter of prescience (yes, the science-fiction kind).

Hoping against the stark reality that they've been spotted, Brooke rushes both of them down a side street. If she's lucky, she'll be able to kite the scorpion long enough to get back to the funeral home safely. It's partially underground and pretty secure. The obvious problem is going to be getting to that point in the first place.

"Do you have a weapon?" she asks breathlessly, still trying to keep their distance from big, purple, and poisonous.

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"Nahaha. Nnn. NOHOHOHAHAHA!" Octavia sucks in an incredibly-pissed-off breath. The whole laughing thing? Getting really fucking old, thank you very much. "I'm gonnAHAHAHA. Gonna-go-to-alan's-he-probably-has-a-gun."

The last few words come out in a rapidfire whisper, then she claps her hand over her mouth to suppress another laughing fit. Maybe if they're super quiet, the scorpion won't hear them and will get lost?

If scorpions even have ears to hear with. Do they? It occurs to Octavia that this is the kind of shit they should be teaching in biology classes at Locke High. Jesus.

"Good," Brooke says mostly to herself. Kids shouldn't have weapons. Definitely not weapons capable of taking down scorpions. She'll just have to assume this is a different Alan, one who can protect Tavia better.

She notes how quiet Tavia's gotten and follows her lead. "Which way does Alan live? Do you think we can get there by car?" ...Wait, no. "Crap. Never mind. It's right where I parked. Okay. New plan." New plan. Keep kiting the scorpion? And try to get Tavia to safety. That's the same plan, come on, Brooke, think of something!

"Okay. You point me to where Alan lives. I'll try to get you there. If it follows us, I'll run back to my car and pick you up and bring you there." She's breathing much more heavily than she'd planned on today. Hopefully her lack of recent exercise won't screw her tonight.

"Hahaha! Hehehe's. HehehahaHAHA!"

Oh, fuck everything. Octavia fishes her phone from her pocket (quietly), presses a few (super silent quiet) buttons and types out Alan's address. It's just a few blocks away, over in the same direction she'd been running when she first passed Brooke.

She makes as if to show Brooke the phone, then suddenly holds it against her chest with a cagily-embarrassed scowl. DNW MORGUELADIES TELLING FRIENDS ABOUT HER WUSSING OUT.

When they have more time, she'll have to ask what the laughing is about. As of right now? Brooke sounds urgent and exasperated, both at once, and it comes out a harsh whisper. "We don't have time for this, Tavia. Show me where he lives."

Is it a dumb pride thing? It probably is. Brooke knows a little about that feeling. She doesn't snatch for the phone, but she's kind of stooped over and looks ready to run at a moment's notice. They need to get moving before they get re-noticed.

It's time for Tavia to decide. Is her pride worth possibly getting stung again and/or pincered to death by a giant purple scorpion thing?

Yeah it kind of is. But she totally has a way to save her ego and not get eaten by arachnids! She taps at her phone a little more before holding it up for Brooke to see.

[[Address goes here whee]]
^^ BUT YUO CNA'T OFLLOW ME IN OK you drop me off at the bottom of the street and fuck off!
I have PRIVATE things to be doing PRIVATELY there ok. No creepy creepers peeking!

She mimes one-woman sloppy makeouts for added effect, just to make sure there will be no argument about this. While she's doing so, the scuttling noise starts getting closer once more.

(The mimed makeouts are probably scarier than the sounds, though, honestly.)

It only takes Brooke a few seconds to map out the route they'll need to take in her head. Then she hears the scuttling and her sense of self-preservation kicks in. She'll figure out what the hell to do about this scorpion by the time she gets her prideful "companion" to safety.

"You could be fucking the Pope for all I care, Tavia, we have to move," she urges, with what might be the harshest swear she's let out in a few years. Before Tavia can protest further, Brooke grabs her wrist with her free hand again and starts beelining along the route she's planned out.

Deciding it's not worth struggling with the laughter to get out a 'the pope isn't even HOT,' Octavia runs along with only the most minor of grumbles. At least she seems to have got her way. Hells yeah.

She tugs back a little at her arm as soon as they reach a road, though - not enough to bring them to a stop, just enough to act as a request for attention.

"Gohohot to avoiAHAHAHA! Avoid the polihihihice. Said so on the netwAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She can't see any police - or the scorpion - but it can't hurt to point it out anyway.

Crap. Right. Brooke stops nearly dead in her tracks and reconsiders the route. Bringing a giant purple scorpion over somebody's beat would be a really bad idea, and the odds that they run into one of the cops on their side are slim. She's not... super familiar with the patrol routes, so just for safety's sake, she mentally reroutes them through less major roads.

Casting a quick look over her shoulder, she finds the coast clear—for now—and takes the opportunity to catch her breath. "Okay. If we keep going this way," she points (taking her hand off Tavia's wrist to do so), "we should get there without any trouble." Hopefully. She realizes her voice has gotten louder and lowers it again.

"I told somebody I'd try to get pictures of anything weird. This definitely counts." It's a terrible plan that she's got in her head, but when's that stopped her? "As soon as I get you to Alan's, I'm going to get a picture of this thing and try to lead it away from you. Once we hit the end of his street," she begrudgingly allows Tavia that moment of pride, "I want you to start running and not look back."

Octavia nods throughout the explanation - while giggling quietly - but frowns a little at the whole taking-a-picture part of the plan.

"If yoohoohoo!"

Arjhghdsfh. She allows herself a stompyfooted eight-second tantrum before trying again.

"If you get stuhuhung you'lAHAHAHAHAAA!"

She raises her hands to indicate that this happens. While glowering. Glowering hardcore.

"And if I let you get hurt I'll never be able to live with myself," Brooke offers by way of a counterargument. There's no venomous toxin she knows of that can cause this kind of thing, but then again, there aren't any genera of scorpion she knows of that are giant and purple. Either way, she can deal with a little bout of laughter. It's not like she couldn't use more of it in her life anyway.

"Let's get going," she insists, not wanting to take any more chances than they already have. She starts walking away on her own at a brisk enough pace—her legs are starting to ache and she doesn't want to burst into a sprint again unless she has to. She's trusting Giggles over there to follow.

Giggles follows. While making vomity faces between snorty bouts of laughter. Because man was that some incredibly cheesy bullshit there! Cheesy and lame and not cool at all.

(It was totally cool goddammit brooke stop showing her up jesus holy fucking dick.)

Inspired by the totally-not-cool-at-all display, Tavia spurs herself into a hybrid jog-walk-thing so she can keep up. She's actually starting to feel like this will turn out fine!

Brooke would be honored as all hell if she knew she looked cool in this moment. She was kind of sweaty and still carrying her phone and dressed in her work clothes (which weren't especially different from her regular clothes), but a teenager thought she looked cool, and knowing that would have made all the difference.

Well, some difference, anyway. She's glad to see Tavia keeping pace and, since they're a lot closer now and they haven't run into cops or the scorpion, that's a decent-sized weight coming off Brooke's shoulders. They might actually pull this off. Alan's street is only a block over at this point.

"We're almost there," she says with a growing smile of relief. "I think we lost it."

Brooke's obviously not seen a lot of horror movies.

And then the scorpion was gone forever and everything was happy and nothing bad ever happened agaHAHA I CAN'T EVEN TYPE IT.

There's a very loud, pissed-off sounding skittery noise and the scorpion comes scuttling towards them from a side-street. Brooke isn't the only one who can take neat little alternate routes to places, okay. Scorpion got skills.

Tavia's voice breaks alarmingly as she tries to scream for the eighty-eight billionth time, and she speeds off in the direction of Alan's house. The increased volume of laughter could probably be taken as a "thankyou." Or an "I hope you don't die."

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