town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

[amberhearted]

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

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mind if I join you?

[needsmorezippers]

Neku doesn't even hear the mental prodding, though he hasn't yet figured out why. But as of right now, it looks like a ton of people are getting hit with Echos, and only a couple of them are still standing to fight.

So fight Neku does, grabbing onto one of his pins and seeing if fire does anything against it.

[massivescale]

Wow, the snake uses the front door and this is the welcome it gets?? Hospitality is dead!

The fire from Neku's pin does naught to the statue but heat it up. Chris' guns propel the snake statue forward, right into Neku's path. He might want to move before he gets crushed and cooked by a very hot and very heavy statue.

[sugarslice]

When Chris starts firing, Angeline screams in terror and gets the hell out of dodge. Crouching on the floor behind some piece of furniture, she yells, "Stop it, you're going to kill someone!"

[needsmorezippers]

WELL that's no good. Not doing that again. Though, unfortunately, it only leaves him with a healing pin and one that requires he come in very close contact with the snake. For the moment, he'll just dodge.

[professorwolf]

The noise isn't making this any easier. With what little conscious thought Lyall has left, between the noise disoriented him and the change taking over, he throws himself backwards into the kitchen again with a yell, out of the way of the battle and definitely away from Nick's approach. The last thing he wants is to hurt anyone.

Well, except maybe the snake, but that last conscious thought is sure he can't.

And then there's no time for anything else, because now there's a wolf tearing at the constricting clothing still hanging from his body, whining and growling as every motion makes a sharp pain somewhere from still-healing bones.

[reapsthewind]

"If we don't DO something, WE'RE the ones who are going to get killed! ALSO THERE ARE GIANT SNAKES, IN MY HOUSE!" snaps Chris.

She shakes her head. "They EXPLODE if defeated. We need to get them out of the house, somehow!"

Hope it's okay if someone else tags in?

[fusionjack]

Jack had been off somewhere quiet upstairs while taking a call from work. The commotion started sometime in the middle of that. "...woah, shit, uh... I'll call you back." And without even waiting to hear an answer he had hung up, stuffed the phone in his pocket, and moved towards the sound of the commotion.

Oh. So there was a wolf, attacking a snake-thing, which was being shot at by a woman with gun-arms, and also some kid was setting it on fire?

NOPE. Didn't need that in his life. Jack scrambled for the nearest cover he could find, which happened to be the same furniture that Angeline was cowering behind. "Holy shit, seriously!"

[sugarslice]

"If they explode, then why are you shooting them!?" she screeched, oblivious to Jack's presence... until she chanced to look his way. The sight of him startled her; she let out a noise of fright and recoiled before realizing this was just another person, not a hostile, what the fuck even snake statue that could move.

Still, she kept her blue-and-white striped katana firm in her grip. It gave her a false sense of (very minuscule) security, to hold a weapon though she hadn't a clue how to wield it.

Also, there was a blueberry jam stain on it.

[massivescale]

The snake statue decides it's time to crush the thing that's shooting at it (aka Chris). To that end, it s-winds towards her, leaving charred flooring and scattered furniture in its wake. It's still hot with the fire of Neku's pin, see.

A nightstand meets its puny end with the crack of the snake's tail. Its tenants, a table lamp, a note pad, and a few pens, go flying in the air. Looks like they're going to land on Jack and Angeline. Whoops.

A potted plant takes to the air soon after. Looks like that projectile is going to land on Neku. Whoops.

Oh, and look! A rocking chair is coming your way, Nick.

[detectivetroll]

With the arrival of more people, Nick hopes they can handle the snake thing together. He remembers what Lyall's transformation is like, and how hard he'd tried to get out of his locked room - the last thing they need is to have to try to take on a snake statue and a werewolf at the same time.

Especially with the snake chucking stuff at them, thanks for that. ...actually no really, that rocking chair might come in handy, after Nick rolls away to avoid getting hit by it.

It might have been a better idea to slam the kitchen door shut after Lyall, stay on the outside and try to barricade him in there with the chair, but that... is not what Nick does. Partly he's worried about the werewolf going through a window and getting loose in the neighborhood, and partly he's just showing a distinct lack of self preservation, but he yanks the chair into the kitchen after Lyall and slams the door shut behind them both, shoving the chair in front of it.

And then he's going to try to circle around the room, to stand in front of the window.

rly hopes no one minds this drive-by

[amajin]

Jin's been kind of distracted in the thrall of his echo, pulling his gun with difficulty and trying to catch up with the snake as it harasses other people. The woman with the gun-arms is yelling and - oh, that must be Chris, well all right then.

Of course, it's not a huge surprise in the mess that's going on that Nick doesn't notice that the chair that's meant for him hits Jin in the face. It's not entirely surprising that Jin's unable to dodge it, being as he hasn't gotten any real martial skills back and just is a middle-aged (albeit genius) dad with a laser gun.

And when he falls back, knocking the chair a little closer to Nick and really trying to roll, he lands hard on his knee and hears it crack. "Ah--" Screaming about it's not going to make it any better but he definitely whimpers. His medical degree is telling him right now that he's probably cracked an orbital bone and that there's definitely something wrong with his kneecap.

He rolls, groaning, back towards a corner, over some ruined furniture, hoping to god the snake decides to more or less ignore him from here on out, though he's still got the laser gun in hand and is still shakily pointing it towards the snake. He hasn't even shot it yet! It's pretty galling that he's getting taken down by a chair of all things.

or this one.

[sucrosity]

Yoko's been fumbling in the aftermath of an echo--a big one--and kind of huddling out of the way, trying to get a handle on it so she isn't even more of a liability. She's got the reflexes of a soldier, the strength and the speed, but nowhere in there are the fighting skills she remembers training for. She finally gets her head under control, and activates her suit with an only half-embarrassed "Let's morphin'!".

She's leaning out from a hallway, looking for the best way to run distraction--she's fast, after all--when she sees Jin. Then, a beat later, she sees him get hit with the chair, and go down. Any self-preservation gets shoved down, and she leaps over a couple jagged pieces of furniture. "Dad!" she calls, as she gets down on his level and puts her gloved hand on his shoulder.

She needs to get him out of the line of fire, and quickly, if the way he reacted to hitting his knee meant what she thought it did. "Dad, are you okay?" A dumb question, as soon as she asks it--obviously not. "Can you walk?" she tries, instead. She could carry him, she thinks, no problem.

JUST IGNORE US

[amajin]

Jin takes in a gasping breath, eyes focusing on the familiar-unfamiliar figure in front of him, but it's... definitely Yoko, when she yells. His immediate, broad, fatherly anger suddenly overwhelms his pain and he gets up on his uninjured knee, grabbing her arm. "YOU ARE SO FUCKING GROUNDED!" He thunders, enraged.

[sucrosity]

Yoko winces. She could've predicted the yelling and the grab to her arm, but she's worried enough that she hadn't even thought about bracing herself for the somewhat inevitable. "Fine! Fine, I'm grounded! But you can't ground me right now, there's more important things to worry about!"

She shakes his shoulder, carefully but insistent. "Can you walk?"

[amajin]

He's definitely forgotten his face is broken and his knee is also broken as he grips her leather covered arm, staring into her face with only one eye as his other is starting to swell closed. "You're grounded right now, and your first job as a grounded daughter is to please take me to the hospital." He shuts his mouth for a moment, feeling abruptly nauseous.

Her shaking him doesn't help, either. "Don't shake me and no I can't walk. I've got a sliver too." He pulls up his other hand and looks at his palm. "Aw man, slivers all over. I'm gonna be a hedgehog." He's just... casting around for ways to still be the big strong guy in charge for the moment, even though his hand trembles with the pain and he definitely can't drive himself to the hospital.

He wasn't scared when he got hit, he wasn't scared at all. He was totally ready to shoot the shit out of that snake, but the second he saw Yoko and realized she was here, it was as if all the bravery drained out of him and he just wanted to get her out of here, and it was poison to realize he just couldn't.

[sucrosity]

He looks awful. Awful, and tired and, well, old. even around the swelling rising from his eye. It's unsettling and frightening, and Yoko's grip loosens, her elbow stilling. She takes a deep breath, and looks up over her shoulder. "First we've gotta get out of the way," she says, and shifts up. First aid training plays in her head. "Bad knee... Oooh, you get to be the test dummy for my fireman's carry," she says, the humor tense as she leans forward. She pulls on her hand pointedly in order to try and dislodge his hand from her arm.

"C'mon, dad, we can't be in the way," she says, more softly. He's looking a little green--she hopes being upside down over her shoulder isn't going to push him over the edge into being sick. It's already going to be a tough drive home.

[amajin]

"But I wanted to be bride-carried," he whines, though he emphatically doesn't, with his fucked up knee. He swallows down his bile as he lets go and sits up as best he can without messing up his knee. The kneecap is definitely broken... He's reasonably sure that he's never going to be as motile as he was before, ever again. He is a doctor, after all.

"Yeah, yeah. I need to get out of here as fast as possible, and so do you."

[professorwolf]

Luckily for Nick, Lyall is still a wolf with many broken bones and a little bit of internal bleeding to deal with-- not to mention the remains of his clothing. He continues to tear at that, sparing only a brief growl and a warning snap for Nick until he's at least mostly free. There's still the collar of the shirt and a shred of the shirt's back clinging around his neck like some kind of parody of a dog's collar and leash when he finally turns his full attention on Nick himself.

Plenty of time to get between him and the window, definitely. And probably plenty of time to try and come up with more of a plan-- or maybe to regret locking one's self in with a werewolf.

[detectivetroll]

For once, Nick won't make any jokes about collars or leashes.

...for the moment. But he's reserving the right to make them later, when he isn't shut in the same room as a werewolf who probably wants to kill him but is usually one of his best friends.

He makes it closer to the window, and then just waits there, in a loosely defensive stance, although his guns stay firmly in their holsters. Nick's not going to shoot him, no matter how much he might regret locking them in the room together. Right now, his plan consists of keeping Lyall's attention on him, and - hoping that he's pulsed back enough of his hunter other self to be able to knock a werewolf unconscious.

Or maybe actually use his blood for the purpose he thinks his other self used it for.

"Lyall, man, this would be so much easier if you could just magically understand me right now."

[fusionjack]

Angeline's shriek made Jack recoil out of pure keyed-up reflex. The blue-and-white striped sword (...katana? Was that a katana?) had him doing a doubletake and inching away slightly. These quarters were close? Would she try to swing it? What good would it do? Why is there a stain on it?

All these thoughts were really distracting. To the point that when the lamp and pad and pens go flying at them, he does not notice in time. And does not duck in time. And takes a lamp upside the head. "...f...fuck!" He ducks, he claps a hand over his head, and... and okay, he's just cowering, now. Real brave. Yeah.

[professorwolf]

Sorry, Nick. There's nothing even remotely like sense in the wolf's eyes right now. There's just anger, pain, and hunger-- and with the threat of the snake outside blocked from his attention at the moment, all of that is focused on Nick. He lunges, though doesn't get far as one hind leg-- twisting under him, still broken near the joint from the shapechange-- doesn't take the weight. Instead of reaching Nick for a bite, he crashes into the floor and a cupboard door, snarl cut short with a yip.

[detectivetroll]

Right, of course not, he knows that would have been way too easy.

When the wolf lunges for him, Nick braces himself, readying to either duck at the last minute or maybe even just let himself be pounced, depending on - oh. Or, well. He could just crash into a cupboard door, that works, too.

While the wolf is, uh. Otherwise occupied, Nick digs through the kitchen drawers until he finds a sturdy, solid looking rolling pin. What, he's going for blunt instrument here, all right? He's trying to get him unconscious, not injure him unnecessarily.

And then, because he's a jerk with a lack of self-preservation, he clicks his tongue against his teeth like he would when calling over a dog. "Hey wolfy, you still with me, or did you save me the trouble of knocking you out?"

[professorwolf]

Unfortunately for them both, that wasn't enough to knock the wolf out. Lyall gives a snarl at the voice, not understanding anything about it except that it means "prey" or "threat" or potentially both. He scrambles his feet under him again, wheezing at the unsteadiness of it, and lunges again. This time he actually manages not to collapse under his own weight, but there still isn't much force behind it. His teeth are aimed for whatever they can get around: if all that is, is an ankle, he'll make do.

[sugarslice]

Angeline is cowering, too, both arms up to shield her head from the unconventional missiles. A pen bounces off of her sword with a sharp tak!

The sound of the lamp hitting Jack upside the head makes her open her eyes in time to see the lamp crash to the floor. Shards of ceramic and glass from the lightbulb go flying in all directions.

"Are you okay?!"

[fusionjack]

"Nngh... I think so?" Jack starts to rise a little from where he had ducked, bringing a hand to the spot where the lamp had made impact. Great. It was warm and wet. He's bleeding, it's going to make a mess. He makes a frustrated sound, lets the hand drop away, and looks up to Angeline.

"How about you? You alright?!" By the way, the blood on that gash on his head is green. Not that he seems to have noticed this just yet.