The evening was entirely looking up. Not only did she have two gorgeous woman on her arms, but she could feel the energy shift in the room. The spooky decorations aside, Winnie was moving on, ready to come out and do what she came out here for -- fun. With her arm draped around a shapely Amazing Lady, she gave the newcomer her full attention, leaning only a little upon the other. Her world turned a tiny bit but that was only due to her temporary buzz. She would be focused enough to ensure she had fun.

A glance to the other woman, and Winnie offered her a sultry wink. Amazing Lady certainly seemed like she was ready to join the party but she also looked as if she didn’t have any alcohol in her system either. That was a crying shame. So she was all ready to steer her towards the alcohol table when the other blonde suggested something about ensuring her clothing was cleaned off. Mmm, Winnie could hardly turn down an offer like that.

>>“Super Pals are go!”

Winnie giggled. She loved a team player. Turning back to “Sandy”, she gave her a coy little look. ”Well, sweetie, it looks like the Super Pals are at your service.”

Winnie took a second to observe the woman and had to admit that she was a little surprised by her. She was had initiated this contact and yet she looked almost...jumpy. Maybe she was nervous? She doubted that this was her “first time”, but maybe it was her first time trying to jump into something with a group? Winnie could believe that; Halloween was notorious for people trying to jump into new, one-night only experiences. She had had several of her own in the past. Ahem.

But, before she knew it, Sandy crept closer and slipped between the two women. Winnie was all smiling, ear-to-ear, her hand rest upon the small of the other woman’s back.

>>”I think I saw an empty room back the other way, if you Super Pals want to accompany me...Unless you had other plans, of course. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of those.”

Winnie glanced to Amazing Lady. ”I’m more than happy to oblige. What say you, oh glorious Amazonian?”

As she asked this, the trio moved down the hall, but not before the still buzzed photographer cause sight of something just a little strange. In the hallway, as people passed through partying and laughing, there was one person who was sitting on the ground. They were curled up, holding their hands over their head, their knees tucked into their chest. At first Winnie wondered if maybe this was part of their costume, or if maybe they were just feeling ill. However, as they passed closer, she paused when she realized that the person was actually whimpering and rocking back and forth. The shadowy smoke seemed to swirl about her in a strange, unearthly haze. And, from the man’s lips, he muttered, over and over again, “Spiders...they’re everywhere...they’re eating me...can’t stop...all over...can’t stop...can’t move…”

Winnie blinked and remained in pace with her group. She tried to shake that strange sight off of her, but it was difficult because of how disturbing it seemed. Still, Winnie had two lovely distractions with her, both of which were close enough for her to squeeze just a little tighter. As much as she loved Halloween, and the debauchery that would follow, she was just as excited for Christmas as the creative places that she could hang the mistletoe...

Tag: @morgan

Mo-mo caught the meaningful look between pouffe-hair and Toxin. She didn’t know what the meaning was, and she was sure that she hadn’t said anything too dorky. Mostly sure. Somewhat confident… She didn’t think so anyway…

Pouffe winked.

Toxin winked.

Morgan winked. With both eyes. A both-wink. Some might say, a blink. She never could get that single-eye-business happening.

They were going to go to a room. Mo-mo wasn’t really sure why they were going to a room. Unless it was to rinse off the icky-sticky which Pouffe was suffering from? Maybe that was why she had ditched her drink? She must need a glass of water. A glass of water and a rinse. And they would do that now unless Morgan had other plans… well, she did want a drink… but then again, she wanted to hang out with these people too. It was tricky to make the bridge from loner to buddied at functions like this where she didn’t know anyone. They seemed really cool, and she was decidedly not, though her costume made her a little cooler than her normal state of being. Suddenly she felt very, very out of her league. Here she was, in between two amazingly beautiful ladies and she was a dumpy pumpkin. Was she the Dra’nakyuek, Destroyer of Worlds to their Kimmy/Tiffany?

“…What say you, oh glorious Amazonian?”

Her cheeks burned at the compliment.

She wanted to be a glorious Amazonian. So, she would stay with the Super Pals, even if there was some in-joke she was missing. She made a tiny mental note to watch out for buckets of pig blood. Just in case.

“I need a drink, but I’m down.”

Down was the right thing to be, wasn’t it?

They paused on their drink-and-room-quest to stare at a man being creepy on the floor. And not the standard skeezy-creepy trying to see up skirts, but a rather unsettling creepy… like he didn’t care that everyone could see him making a fool of himself. She felt a furrowing of her brows and the ‘be nice’ battled fiercely with the ‘stranger danger’. In the end the stranger-danger won. That and a splash of wanting to be cool. She glanced at her companions and hushed her voice.

“Do you think he is ok?”

They weren’t strangers. They were Pouffe and Toxin. And they would know what to do.

Tag Andy Sanchez-Soto

“Iggy, look out! Don’t let it--” Andy yelled in a desperate tone from behind the reception desk, but it was too late. Shadowy tendrils collided with his beloved boyfriend’s feet and swirled around them deviously. Andy’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he waited anxiously for something to happen to Ignacio. Something bad...

A few moments later, Andy released a breath he had not realized he’d been holding and placed his hand over his chest, feeling the tension seep out of him. As far as he could see, Ignacio was perfectly fine, not a scratch on him, which meant the stuff was harmless... right? Did that mean his Halloween wasn’t ruined?

>> "W-what the f*** is that..? No me gusta."

Wrinkling his brow with confusion and concern, Andy asked, “¿Cómo que no te gusta? Is it hurting you?” He felt his heart jump at the possibility that the damage may be internal, but the famous actor/X-Man didn’t seem to think it was dangerous at all, writing it off to be nothing more than a Halloween decoration. It certainly looked a lot more sinister than that, as though it had been trying to attack him... But maybe that was the point?

Before he could give it any more thought, some guy in a tux walked over and threatened to call security on him if he didn’t remove himself from the staff area in 3...2… “I’m so sorry,” Andy quickly apologized, a look of embarrassment covering his face as he scrambled to comply, “I didn’t mean any trouble, I swear. I just… got freaked out.” Unable to find the exit fast enough, he left the only way he knew how -- by climbing back on top of the reception desk and jumping over to the other side.

A thick layer of smokey darkness coated the floor on which he landed and Andy suddenly found himself unable to smile. His eyes widening with fear, he tried his best not to panic as he watched the stuff eerily weave its way up and around his legs. It’s just mutant special effects, he said repeatedly in his head as he took deep breaths that were supposed to calm him down. For some reason, though, he didn’t feel any calmer. A part of him even wanted to run away. He couldn’t run, though. That wasn’t what X-Men did… Plus, he didn't want to look like a wimp in front of his boyfriend.

>> "I think I'm still going to investigate though. Feel free to come with, if you can convince your boyfriend. They sometimes like to do these secret events, they're normally worth checking out, kinda like a VIP area for real Halloween lovers."

“I’m not afraid,” Andy countered, though the shakiness in his voice said otherwise. “And I'm not his boyfriend...” With that, he commenced following Cafas to who-knows-where, even though every fiber of his being told him it was a bad idea.

Tag: Ignacio Ramírez

Ignacio was still a bit shaken up from what just happened to him. After he got himself together, he looked over his shoulder at Andy who was still hiding behind the desk. Maybe it was nothing and Iggy was simply overreacting to whatever just happened to him.

"N-no, it didn't hurt me. I just felt...weird." He tried to shake the feeling from his body, but wasn't quite able to do it. Once Andy cutely scrambled from behind the receptionist desk, Ignacio went to wrap his arms around Andy, but stopped short when the smoke started to head toward and affect his boyfriend. He watched Andy's facial expression change from being relieved to looking freaked out. "...Andrew?" He quietly asked, taking a couple of steps toward him, but staying out of the black smoke. He was no good to him if he too became "infected" with whatever the smoke was.

>> "I think I'm still going to investigate though. Feel free to come with, if you can convince your boyfriend. They sometimes like to do these secret events, they're normally worth checking out, kinda like a VIP area for real Halloween lovers."

>> “I’m not afraid...And I'm not his boyfriend...”[/color]

Ignacio raised an eyebrow at Andy. Not boyfriends? He understand why, but Cafas seemed so chill. He followed after the X-Men, glancing over at Andy ever so often. "Not boyfriends?" He asked Andy in a whisper. "Tell that to the pool."

Cafas

The even-more-costumed-than-usual vigilante kicked through the foggy substance as he walked, trying to stir away the odd patterns within. They just didn't seem to be having it though, resisting his attempts to drive them away. That was probably just part of the effect. He pushed blonde hair out of his face where it had fallen as he'd stared into the darkness. Down the corridor he headed, head-dressed young men in tow. They made for a real confusing sight, anachronistic not just of modernity, but also each other.

>>“I’m not afraid, And I'm not his boyfriend...”

Cafas cast a doubtful glance over the teenager trailing him. He was certainly at least one of those things. Not scared people didn't throw themselves over desks to escape floor fog. "Didn't say that you were scared." He returned, with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, steel scales quietly skittering over each other with the movement. The metal manipulator peered further down the corridor ahead of him. It was oddly empty, yet decorated with fake cobweb and spiders, skulls and other creepy props, so it was definitely meant for partying. He had a itching of his scalp that had nothing to do with the recent bleaching. He ran his fingers through his braided blonde hair as well as possible.

Where is everyone? Bar I suppose, or occupied."

"I did really think you were together though. Pity, you looked like a cute couple in matching outfits." He'd been planning something along those lines with the family before he'd committed to the Skyline. From somewhere up ahead he could hear soft sobbing. That probably meant they were on the right track. The smoke was certainly clinging to the lights above darkening the corridor around them. That also seemed like a good sign. in short order they were walking by that wing's elevator. Cafas could see the fog seeping through the top of the door in a creepy swirling trickle. That meant the source was up, right? There was something in his gut telling him he didn't want to go up. Probably also a good sign.

"Well lads, I'd say that means we have to go up. No clue what floor. Maybe there'll be something in the actual elevator." The sobbing was really close too. That probably meant they were supposed to be there. So why did he feel so much trepidation pushing the elevator call button?

Tag Charlie Sinclair

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

#1 Charlie Sinclair 1/5
#2 Cafas 0/5
#3 Winnifred Ann Wickham 1/5
#4 Andy Sanchez-Soto 3/5
#5 Ignacio Ramírez 2/5
#6 @morgan 0/5

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All three girls were game. That was good news. Charlie needed a distraction from whatever that punch had done to her, and two beautiful women seemed like the best possible way to go about that. With a girl on each arm, they walked forward through the thick, smoky crowds. Where was that room again?

The Amazing Woman needed a drink, though. Charlie pursed her lips, knowing first hand how bad of an idea that was. She kept her mouth clamped, though. Maybe it was just her that was having those weird effects, and if the girl needed a drink to be able to accompany them, then Charlie wasn’t going to stop her. She just needed to get over herself.

”The punch bowls are over-” Charlie had nearly finished pointing to the punch bowls a few feet away when something by her feet caught her attention. There was a man on the ground, muttering and rocking himself back and forth. It was more than a little disturbing. Maybe she wasn’t the only person that had been affected… if the punch was doing that to other people, then she wasn’t going crazy. That was good to know.

>>“Do you think he is ok?”

The blonde paused and shifted her weight onto one of her legs, leaning a little on Toxin in the process. ”I think it’s the punch,” she said slowly, ”I was feeling fine until I had a few cups of it earlier.” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt entirely stupid for saying them. She was probably just imagining it all. It was just Halloween having a weird effect on her mind. Who would actually spike the punch with something dangerous? People were there to have fun.

”I’m probably wrong and he’s just having a bad trip, though,” she backtracked and laughed a little uncomfortably. Her heartrate was still elevated and she didn’t feel entirely like herself. She needed to relax, and she had the perfect two people to help her do so. She was squandering the opportunity.

Charlie ran her hands along the two girl’s backs and then stepped in front of them, turning around. She extended her hands in front of her, beaconing them to join her. ”Come on, the room is this way. Let’s have some more fun before the night’s over.”

Tag: Winnifred Ann Wickham

Okay so maybe that little display was just a tad bit unnerving, but it wasn’t something that Winnie was going to let ruin the rest of her night. She was out, she was feeling sexy, she had two lovely and agreeable women on her arm -- she was damn well going to make sure that the good times started flowing. However she couldn’t get the image of that man shaking and quivering out of her head. Was he really that out of sorts? If so, why did he come to a Halloween party in a revealing devil costume? Honestly with his physique, he probably should be seeking the arms of a lovely person, but was instead just cringing in the corner in fear.

It just didn’t make any sense. But, Winnie was going to do her best to push passed it. With the two sexy ladies nearby, both of whom were willing to adjourn to an empty hotel room, she had plenty to keep her occupied. She didn’t need to think of this man and his fear of imaginary spiders -- that is Amazing Lady commented.

>>”The punch bowls are over-”

>>“Do you think he is ok?”

Just as Sandy was pointing out where the drinks were, the Amazonian princess’ voice filled with concern. Winnie stopped and looked back at the poor fellow. Really it did seem like a most terrible trip but she didn’t want to waste her perfect night. Still, even as the thought of her night going awry began to rebound in her head, she couldn’t help but notice that little flutter in her chest. It was an odd sensation, especially since she was so relaxed and loose before, but it was something that made her momentarily pause as odd thoughts filled her mind.

She was breathing okay, right? Was her pulse that fast? Do people’s brains just stop working and they need to manually force themselves to breathe correctly? She struggled with these jumbled thoughts, taking another sip of her drink. She felt safe enough as it was from a bottle and not a red solo cup. As the wave of anxiety began to dissipate, she sighed with relief and gulped down her fears. That was strange and annoying but it wasn’t going to get further than that.

>>”I think it’s the punch...I was feeling fine until I had a few cups of it earlier...I’m probably wrong and he’s just having a bad trip, though,”

Winnie turned back to Sandy and Amazing Lady. The idea of someone spiking the punch was not that far off from actual things that could happen at these parties, but it seemed so...ridiculous. How would risk roofie-ing an entire floor of people? Besides, most everyone seemed to be dancing and partying just fine so there was no way that could be it. Thankfully Sandy had quelled any fears and noted that the young man on the floor was probably just having a bad trip from something outside of the drinks. Winnie breathed a small sigh of relief and nodded, putting on a brave face.

”Oh. Oh yeah! S-sounds about right,” she smirked. ”Old classmate of mine, Zelda, had a bad trip like that once. Kept thinking the walls were trying to suck her in. She spent the entire night standing on a footstool until it left her system.” She giggled and shook her head. Aw Zelda, she should call her.

The trio moved along before, the notion of a nice, private room calling to them like a siren. Winnie could still feel the edges of a fuzzy anxiety attack lingering on the edges of her mind, but she did her best to ignore it; a task which was aided when Sandy sauntered before them with a sultry smile on her lips.

>>”Come on, the room is this way. Let’s have some more fun before the night’s over.”

Winnie beamed. Her hand lowering a bit to Amazing Lady’s lower back, she grinned as she raised her eyebrows towards her new friend. ”I think that’s an enticing offer.” She gave Amazing Lady a gentle nudge towards Sandy. ”Why...don’t you two get started? I’ll get us some more drinks.”

She winked and turned to saunter away towards the makeshift bar. However, she only got a few steps before someone on the other end of the hall shrieked and started to bang their head against the wall. Winnie couldn’t see from this distance so she wasn’t sure if there was blood and, even if there was, it could easily be faked. Still, there was something about the force and screeching that made her skin crawl even further. Either this was one hell of a convincing actor, or something was seriously wrong with them. Whatever the case, she tried to laugh at herself, passing it off that she was just letting her imagination run away. What she needed was drinks and a blissful time with two gorgeous ladies.

Another screech. Another sickening thud against the wall, and Winnie turned away, heading for the table with alcohol. It was just a party. It was just a Halloween party. Everything was fine.

Tag: @morgan

It was probably nothing to worry about. It was probably a bad trip. Attempts at reassurance was making her feel more and more like maybe she should be making a call to herself right now. She had shift-swapped with one of her teammates who wasn’t interested in partying, so she knew she could call it in. But then she would have to deal with the ribbing on her next shift. If she didn’t give that call perfectly, it would be all anyone could talk about for weeks.

Plus, what could she say other than somebody got scared at a Halloween party. She would have scoffed at herself. Plus, Toxin and Pouffe didn’t seem concerned. Or if they were concerned they were more preoccupied with something else.

Oh.

Oh no.

Sometimes, when you listen to someone speaking a different language you can kid yourself that you know what they are saying. That they are angry, or making a joke with their fellow speaker. Then, all of a sudden, you can realise that your guess was very, very wrong. This realisation was the feeling that accompanied the hand sliding down her back. This was a language she didn’t speak. And now she had put her foot in it. She had put her foot in it badly and it seemed like there might be something in the punch.

She knew enough from some of the calls she had received that the aftermath of exactly this situation she was walking into would not be good for her. They might not be good for the other women, but if there were any legal repercussions they would fall solidly on these tattooed shoulders. She hit the brakes (thankfully not too obviously, since they had stopped to discuss spider-man - and not the cool one with the silly-string canisters strapped to his arms).

She didn’t think it was an enticing offer! She didn’t want to get down and dirty, but more importantly she didn’t want to get down and dirty with someone who may or may not have had their drink spiked! She wanted to run off, shout ‘bad touch!’ or bang her head against the wall for being so dumb as to not clue in before that. Stupid. Stupid lack of social awareness. She was sifting through her thoughts, trying to think of the best way to opt out without upsetting anyone, but she was only succeeding in winding herself up more and more until she couldn’t take it anymore. She opened her mouth to scream, thinking that it was an easy way to break the conversation and startle Pouffe into thinking it was her idea to not get in bed with crazy.

Suddenly, someone else seemed to have similar feelings. They were acting on them though, and slamming their head against the wall in a way that had to be bad for the décor, if not for the braincells.

“Oh my god! What is going on?”

She stepped to the side of the hallway and scanned it up and down. Most people were involved in their own good time, or staring at the screamer but there were scattered individuals who seemed to be in varying states of distress.

She kind of wished there was a staff member nearby, or a police officer (how would they even be able to tell a real officer compared to the multitude of costumes? Pants.), even one of the costumed X-people she was usually somewhat derisive of would be welcome. Someone who could take charge and give instructions – or explain that there was a secret ingredient in the drinks which would scare the proverbial right out of you.

“Maybe we should get a hotel person?”

She made a few tentative steps towards the elevator, or where she thought the elevator was. What way had she come from? The corridor all looked the same and she wasn’t sure if she had been turned around. She wasn’t afraid. But maybe just a little bit.


Tag: Andy Sanchez-Soto

It’s just mutant special effects, Andy repeated in his head as he took another deep breath. And even if it was more than that, Andy logically knew he wasn’t in any immediate danger. The shadowy stuff, as creepy and evil-looking as it was, didn't seem to be hurting him in any way and he was in the presence of a full-fledged X-Men who’d protect him if he were ever in danger, not to mention his powerful sun god of a boyfriend. Yet, he still couldn’t shake the really embarrassing feeling of being on edge, as though his body was preparing to run away… even though his brain had already decided not to.

More or less unconsciously, Andy gravitated toward Ignacio as he followed Cafas out of the main lobby and into a darkened, smoke-filled corridor, a look of worry plastered on his face. It was then Ignacio drew even closer and whispered,

>> "Not boyfriends? Tell that to the pool."

For a very brief moment, Andy managed to forget the unwarranted feeling of fear coursing through his body as pleasure-laden memories of the last time he and Ignacio had sex flashed through his mind, causing a small smile to creep across his lips. Seconds later, the fear came rushing back in the most unpleasant way possible as an icy chill shot down his spine and settled at the pit of his stomach.

Ugh. He hated feeling like this. Why was he feeling like this? I'm not in danger!

>> "I did really think you were together though. Pity, you looked like a cute couple in matching outfits."

Andy quirked an eyebrow. Did Cafas not have a problem with them being gay? Was he gay himself? He did frequently dye his hair pink... Even so, telling the truth was a risk Andy was unwilling to take, far too afraid of what might happen if the wrong person at the Mansion found out. "Well, we're not," he said sternly. "I just couldn't think of anything better to wear," he added before shooting a quick, apologetic look at Ignacio.

>> "Well lads, I'd say that means we have to go up. No clue what floor. Maybe there'll be something in the actual elevator."

Andy tried to put on a brave face for his boyfriend and Cafas, but it disappeared the second the elevator doors opened. A rush of thick, shadowy energy came pouring out of the elevator and Andy couldn’t help but latch onto Ignacio’s arm for protection as it flooded his entire body from head to toe. Instinctively, he held his breath so the strange, smokey substance wouldn't get in his lungs until he realized it was no less breathable than the rest of the air.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his heart still racing as he glanced around the corridor in a highly paranoid manner. “Are you sure we have to-- AHHHH!!!” Catching a glimpse of what he thought to be a large, venomous snake behind him, Andy let out the loudest, most frantic scream he could muster and threw himself into the elevator.

Tag: Ignacio Ramírez

Ignacio noticed the small smile, but didn't address it. He knew that he was able to get inside of Andy's head. With a proud smirk on his face, Iggy turned his attention to Cafas. The nagging feeling that still had the hairs on the back of his neck stand up didn't stop the young mutant from having his usual extra prep in his preppy boy step.

>> "I did really think you were together though. Pity, you looked like a cute couple in matching outfits."

The teenage Sun god was about to open up his mouth and proudly proclaim that him and Andy were in fact a cute couple, but the latter stopped him.

>> "Well, we're not...I just couldn't think of anything better to wear," Even with the apologetic look, Iggy couldn't resist messing with Andy a bit.

"It's true. I'm the only one here who likes guys," Ignacio shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "what can I say?"

>> "Well lads, I'd say that means we have to go up. No clue what floor. Maybe there'll be something in the actual elevator."

Well, that would be fortunate. Iggy was ready to face whatever threat was behind the elevator doors until they actually opened. That feeling started to flood back to his brain. He could feel himself started to heat up again as his lips started to quiver. Ignacio quickly took steps away from both Cafas and Andy.

"N-No! I-It can't happen again!" Ignacio felt like his body was about to heat up. "I-I don't want to get on the elevator."

Cafas

The ding of the elevator door revealed no additional clues, as far as he could tell. Maybe one of the buttons. One of the head-dress dudes seemed to be startled by the elevator, which Cafas supposed could be a claustrophobia thing. The way he'd clutched at his not-boyfriend for support was interesting. He wasn't entirely certain about bringing this guy along any further, he seemed like he might be on something.

That sense was confirmed in Cafas' mind when the guy screamed and threw himself into the elevator in a panic. Cafas actually had to dodge out of the way to avoid being collided with as he inspected the buttons. In doing so he managed to press about six of the floors with his shoulder. He turned to try and calm the guy down.

And then the other started freaking out too. Cafas sighed. It was just his luck to have run into two guys on a trip. Who thought psychotropics were a good idea on Halloween? That was really just asking for trouble wasn't it? The X-man really didn't need to deal with that personally, he hadn't been trained for that. They were, however, starting to actually freak out, and that made them a danger to themselves and others. He supposed the only real thing he could do was call it in. Cafas jammed the open door button, and tried to wave the guy in.

"Come on man, you gotta stick together and look after each other, get in for me." He spoke with gentle authority, the same one he used with Rowan sometimes.

>>"Nine One One Dispatch, what is your emergency."

He tried to keep his voice low, this was already getting out of hand, but there was only so much he could do and remain audible to the operator. "On the ground floor of the Skyline Hotel, east wing, in the elevator. Two males, late teens, having a bad trip and freaking out. Conscious and breathing. I think they probably pose a danger to people." He kept beckoning and trying to look reassuring.

>>"What is your name sir?"

"Cafas Johnson."

He hit the close door button and slipped out, reaching out with his power to melt the wiring in the panel. Or just the general vicinity. There was just too much metal to be accurate.

Tag Charlie Sinclair

It was cold. The biting wind, the chill seeping in under her skin and icing over her bones. Most people would have turned away and sought shelter by now, but that was not the path that Abigail would take. Rather she stood out in the open, on the roof, enjoying the chilly air that coursed through the influence of darkness that she sent cascading down over the hotel. She peered into each and every single mind that was there, plucking out the perversions and intimate secrets that they hide deep down within their souls. Nothing was absent from her.

However, even as Abigail swayed and tilted to the sinful appetites that coursed through her, appetites that none but the Cosmic Horrors could appease, she soon found herself distracted by one of her sisters. Agatha was seemingly being distracted by interlopers, an action which caused Agnes to go on the defensive. Abigail, however, merely grinned, knowing she needed no such thing. Already her influence was sinking deeper into the hotel goers, aided by the alcohol that pumped through their systems.

Still, she would ensure that safety would be of her utmost priority. The ritual could not be halted under any circumstances.

”Forgive us...but we shall not be disturbed.”

A flare of her arms and Abigail groaned, lift her arms skyward, a small jutting out of her hip which she then splayed out her fingers. The darkness that swirled about her drew darker and most tendrils seeped into the hotel below. She hissed, sending the terror-fueled influence raining down throughout the building like a thick fog. For those who didn’t notice it before, it would be even more noticeable now.

As the fog rolled in, people everywhere were affected. Those who weren’t already cringing and beating their heads against the walls, were soon jibbering like mad men and women. Abigails influence swept fast, causing people to see their worst fears and others to lash out anyone who drew too close. Already one person in a hotel room was crushing another’s skull with a wine bottle because they looked like a giant rat. Soon, the rest of the hotel will be just as crazed.

With such a full hotel, everyone lashing out at the other under the notice that they were seeing their worst dreams, it would ensure her safety. It was going to be a bloody time in the Skyline Hotel tonight. But that was of little consequence to Abigail. All that mattered to her and her sisters, were completing the ritual.

”Forgive our interruption, Great Ones. Let us continue…”

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

#1 Charlie Sinclair 2/5
#2 Cafas 0/5
#3 Winnifred Ann Wickham 2/5
#4 Andy Sanchez-Soto 3/5
#5 Ignacio Ramírez 2/5
#6 @morgan 1/5

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Get to the room. Get to the room, and everything would be fine, right? All that Charlie needed to focus on was getting somewhere private with two pretty girls and spending the night in a good way, not focused on the nagging in her mind or the people doing weird things on the ground. It was just a simple case of a bad drink, and there was nothing really to worry about. She didn’t need to make a big deal about it. It was just a weird situation.

But weird situations didn’t make people slam their heads against walls. Charlie had watched longingly as they lost Toxin to the drink table, only to see that she had gotten side-tracked. There was a little more going on than a bad trip, obviously. Either everyone had taken the worst batch of mind-altering substances in the world, or there was something else going on. There was nothing that she could think of that would make people do that.

Plus, normally, something like that wouldn’t have scared Charlie. She liked to think of herself as generally being pretty difficult to scare, and there was hardly ever a situation that made her panic. Clowns were just about the only thing that gave her pause, and she hadn’t even seen a clown yet.

Still, she was standing in the hallway, surrounded by fog so thick that she couldn’t see her ankles, and she was quivering. Her hands were shaking, and it only seemed to be progressing. If everyone was going through what she was, then maybe the head-bashing wasn’t so absurd after all.

>>“Maybe we should get a hotel person?”

Charlie gave a wide-eyed glance toward the Amazing Woman. A hotel person? What was a hotel person going to do about an entire floor of people losing their minds? From the looks of things, it was going to be difficult to usher people out of the top floor and have everyone make it downstairs safely. The blonde scanned the hallway just in case, though, only to spot a hotel employee joining in with the crazy. She was dressed in a uniform acceptable enough to not be a costume, sitting on the floor and muttering loudly. She definitely didn’t seem to be in her right mind.

With a furrowed brow, Charlie pointed toward her. ”I don’t think the hotel staff can help,” she noted, trying to keep her voice sure. It was getting difficult, though. The cold sweats were starting, and she had an overwhelming fear of dread altering her mindset.

She ran her hands through her hair and turned around, getting another good look at the room. This was no run of the mill event. This was something more than a “Halloween trick”, and it was something more than a simple drink spike. Either something from a horror movie had happened, and some mad scientist had created some crazy substance, or there was a mutant at work. She had full confidence that this wasn’t a move by the Syndicate, because there was no way that she wouldn’t have been informed of such a thing. It had to be another party.

”There’s something weird going on, I think,” Charlie declared, not even looking to see if the Amazing Woman had stuck around to hear her. She needed to figure out what it was before she was banging her head against the wall like everyone else. Pretty women could happen another time.

Winnifred Ann Wickham

Even in her drunken state, Winnie knew that what she was looking at couldn’t be good. People were all sorts of screwed up right now and as much she wanted to believe that it was all just party decorations and hired actors, it was a fact that she was quickly believing less and less with every passing moment. Something was wrong here, deadly wrong, but as much as she wanted to put a name to it, it was seemingly impossible. Every time she thought too hard on the matter, she felt her pulse quicken just a bit more and it was getting far too fast in her opinion.

No, she had to keep her wits. She was about to spend the evening in a lone hotel room with two very gorgeous women. That was all she wanted in life and it would prove enough of a distraction. However, even as she tried to convince herself of this and marched onward towards the table that was pointed out before, she couldn’t help but look towards the disturbance.

She gulped. Her eyes widened a little. The person there kept screaming, banging their head against the wall over and over again. The smear against the wallpaper, even from this distance, looked more and more real with every passing moment. Winnie tried to laugh it off but soon the panic from one of her new friends had wormed into her head like a maggot; the fear began to fester from there.

>>“Oh my god! What is going on? Maybe we should get a hotel person?”

Meekly Winnie stopped, turned and looked back at them. Honestly that wasn’t sounding at all like a bad idea now. The fact was that people were seemingly getting hurt. It could very well be just decorations and acting, but if there were the slimmest chance that it was real, then maybe they actually should get some help; or at least report it so that it could be confirmed to be just really excellent ambiance.

”Y-Yeah…” she whispered in a low voice. ”Maybe...you know...that’s a good idea?”

>>”I don’t think the hotel staff can help...There’s something weird going on, I think,”

Her heart rate was getting a little faster now. The recorded screams and ghostly noises were just starting to get on her nerves now. She felt thoughts straying, turning darker, wishing that the night were over already. A night of blissful distraction with these two would have gone a long way, but it seemed that maybe that offering was being tugged off the table. All she wanted was a break from all the orange and black decorations and fake guts (was it fake?). Her breath catching, Agnes took a calming breath as she tried to return to the other two.

”W-Well...you know...we...could just head downstairs? Maybe just let someone know? We can head back to my place?” She tried to bargain, nervous she gave a dismissive wave to the floor. ”Kinda tired of all the sound effe--EEP!!”

Strong hands suddenly wrapped around her throat. Winnie’s eyes bulged as someone, a massive man dressed like a gladiator had suddenly seized the photograph. His eyes wide and manic, he shook her angrily by the throat. Winnie gasped, clawing at the man’s hands as he just continued to squeeze.

“I WON’T LET YOU HURT ME GRANDPA!!! I WON’T LET YOU!!! I’LL KILL YOU FIRST!!!”

Winnie’s eyes began to roll back into her head, all source of air gone. Slowly, so slowly she started to crumble as the comfort of darkness overtook her mind.

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