Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:32:55

“Sorry, I just don’t make it a habit of showing off m’goods to lads I just met on the first date.” She smiled a charming smile, which faltered only slightly when she saw the drugs Tuesday had procured from her purse while Etain had changed, and then it completely slipped from her features when her brother was mentioned and brushed aside for a party. A pain of guilt stabbed through her as she thought about Conall out there on his own in the middle of Seattle somewhere. At the same time however she knew just how strong he was and how he could hold his own in almost any situation, she also knew she wasn’t out of the woods yet from Paddy’s men. They wouldn’t give up the hunt so easily when their careers were on the line.

Turning her attention back to Tuesday and her friends, she chewed her lip as she looked down at the shimmering white powder on the mirror. Everything was snowballing so fast, and here she was being offered an unknown street drug by people she just met. She didn’t want to appear uncool, or lose her opportunity to disappear a while. She also wasn’t about to just snort something just to “fit in”. She held up her hand to politely decline the offer as she looked up at Tuesday.

“I just got off the flight from hell love, last thing I need is to do a line of that and end up in the corner asleep and missing out on all the fun. Maybe later when I get me land legs back and the head clears a bit ok?”

She held her breath and fully expected the girl to rescind her invite to the party right then and there.

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:33:10


But instead Tuesday smiled a smile that let Etain know she could do no wrong in the Seattle girl's eyes. "Hey, you do what needs doing - self-supreme, cream-dream."

One of the boys piped up while the other reached for the mirror - "So are you, uh, from another country or something?"

Tuesday slapped him playfully across the top of his head - "What're you, a Christian? Listen to her voice - she's from Azania."

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:32:59

"The Tir actually, Belfast."

She let go of the breath she was holding and settled back into the seat of the cab as her companions started to sniff the drugs from Tuesday's mirror. She watched them carefully as the cab sped along, trying to get a feel for just what the drug did. She had always been such a straight arrow back home, her parents would be flipping their lids if they were to see her right then and there in the back of the cab. Her father would have a heart attack over her attire alone. Her throat was dry, she would have given anything for a good pint right then and there, she might not do drugs but she could drink some of the boys under the bar if they weren't careful.

"So I never caught yer names lads, or are ye just gonna be mysteries t'me all night?"

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:33:30

The boys introduced themselves as Harold and Lawrence, but the higher they got the more interested they were in each other, leaving Tuesday free to pepper Etain with questions - What was she doing in Seattle? Could she do magic? Was she rich? Was she a thousand years old? Was it true elves were mulitply orgasmic? Universally bisexual? What was her brother like? What were her hobbies? Did elves have hobbies? Did she like Sukie Redflower? Had she met Sukie Redflower? How close was Belfast to Crater Lake? Where did she go to school? Who had designed her cho-beri-cool clothes? Who...? What....? Where...?

And the more Tuesday snorted, the less time Etain had to answer a single one of the questions.

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:34:15

Etain’s head was starting to hurt again, lingering effects of the spells at the airport coupled with Tuesday’s ability to rapid-fire questions at her at an alarming speed caused the dull thudding ache to return behind her eyes. Needless to say she tried to keep up with the girl’s questions, keeping her answers vague but interesting enough. Though the longer the “conversation” went on she started to guess she could have told the girl that she was actually from the planet Xobsta and was coming to take over the world and everything would have been chill. She did however let the magic discussion and many details concerning her brother fall by the wayside.

She finally gave up trying to continue the conversation with Tuesday as she seemed content to talk to herself and stare out the window of the cab while Harold and Lawrence fogged up the other window with their antics. Etain picked invisible pieces of lint off her pants as the cab wove in and out of neighborhoods on route to their destination.

Before long the cab rolled to a stop, the two boys tumbled out together and Tuesday had to practically scrape herself off the cab’s ceiling to get out of the cab. Etain slowly scooted out behind the trio and blinked as she tried to take in the scene, not that she had any clue as to just where she was. The neighborhood didn’t exactly look like the type of place she wanted to be hanging around in by herself late at night so she stuck to Tuesday’s side like glue, a feat in its own right.

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:48:00

It wasn't so much that anyone actually looked dangerous - it was more like dreadfully shady. But that was the denizens of the run-down neighborhood lurking around the fringes. All the people going the same direction as Tuesday and her friends were much more, hmmm, it was hard to say respectable about a bunch of young people essentially dressed as style-conscious maids and vampires - Etain finally decided that affluent was a much better word. It was a way of distinguishing groups of people that she'd had little occasion to consider thus far in her life, and she realized that that was what was separating the young people surrounding her from what were likely the regular residents of this part of town - the sense that they had money, however they were acting at the moment.

And they were all acting pretty wild. Apparently they'd all been "preparing" for the festivities the same way her three new companions had. Many were very...affectionate. All were heading down an alley splashed with a veritable rainbow of stylish AROs proclaiming the program for the "lockvox" and counting down the time until the "lockdown."

Not all the programs, however, were alike, and many changed from moment to moment. But it was all terms totally unfamiliar to her - band names? events? people? The only thing that didn't change was the big blue ARO at the end of the alley, proclaiming the Y250 entry fee.

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:53:07

All the splashes of brilliant colours, constantly changing ARO’s and the masses of people were almost too much for Etain to take in all at once. The large flashing blue ARO however was hard to miss, especially where it proclaimed to get into the party you were going to have to pay. Still accustomed to living on an unlimited amount of money she didn’t even blink or hesitate over dropping Y250 to insure her ability to stay hidden in semi-plain sight. The closer she moved to the doors the ARO’s shifted almost instantaneously and all at once. The programs switched places with the countdowns as the time ticked closer to midnight second by second. Outside the doors the enthusiasm grew palpable, people seemed to come out of the woodwork and the shadows, almost literally as the crowd gathered and pushed everything and everyone towards the doors. She moved with the flow of the crowd, a few people enjoying the closeness of everyone a little too much as they were on their substance of choice.

She started to feel a bit of panic rise inside her as a hand brushed carelessly and capriciously across her lower back with a little too much forwardness for her tastes. The hand was gone as quickly as it came and her breaths came in quicker gulps. Before she knew it she was being pressed forward before the guys at the door who were collecting the entry fees. As she passed she handed off one of her certified credsticks and watched the guys look at her funny for a moment before taking the cash from the stick and waving her and the trio she was with inside.

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:57:02

Along with her credstick, the man at the door had handed Etain a small plastic pillbox - the kind with separate compartments for different days of the week. Only this one had been re-marked with the hours counting down till dawn. She saw that all the entrants were being handed the same boxes.

Her three companions pushed and pulled her farther into the dimly-lit space - although soon it was just her and Tuesday, as the boys peeled off to talk to some other partygoers. Fortunately, Tuesday seemed quite attached to her new elven companion, one arm around Etain's shoulders and the other holding a hand - not that that dissuaded various persons from helping themselves to handfuls of both women, which Tuesday did nothing at all to discourage, if she even noticed.

With her elven sight, Etain could see her surroundings fairly well - at least whenever her face wasn't up against someone's head or armpit. The gathering appeared to be almost entirely human - though not exclusively so. There were a smattering of elves among the growing crowd, she'd spotted more than one ork, and she counted at least two trolls towering above the others - but everyone present had that same monied look she'd noticed outside, and no one seemed to pay the racial differences any heed. She even saw a cute human girl - 14 years old? - locking lips with a hugely-tusked ork.

There was a stage at one end of the room, and at the other end some bathrooms. The long wall facing the entrance had a makeshift bar. There was a lot of equipment hanging from the ceiling, but for now the place was dark, almost no lights on, and no one on the stage. With all the people packed inside, the place was getting really hot.

AROs were counting down to midnight, and with every second the tension and anticipation grew more palpable. Everyone in sight was reaching for their first pill of the night - the one marked "Lockdown" - and Tuesday's mouth was wet and and warm on Etain's ear - "It's very important to stay exactly on schedule."

Etain
Sunday 8/10/70 23:59:00

As breath moved across her ear her long fingers wrapped tighter around the hard plastic of the pillbox. The growing heat in the room was starting to become uncomfortable and she could feel a cool bead of sweat start its long journey down the valley of her spine, finding a damp home at the waistband of her pants. Her amber eyes moved from Tuesday’s features to the pillbox and back a number of times in a matter of seconds.

She was at a crossroads of sorts. This whole scene was like nothing she would have ever been a part of back home, and yet she was here in the thick of it all. She’d never done drugs before, sure she’d tossed back many a pint at the pubs in her days, but this was a whole new world for her. Then there was Tuesday’s comment about staying on schedule.

She looked around the immediate area one more time and realized that if the worst that could happen to her is she got all affectionate like those around her for the next few hours, then she had nothing to fear. Plus she was desperate to have a sense of belonging, to have someone to be there for her in the ways that Conall had been in the past. She needed that safety net and for the moment that was Tuesday and her friends.

Nimble fingers flipped open the lid on the pillbox as she tilted it over and a small shimmering white pill fell into her palm. Holding her breath she popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed hard. Her voice came out in a whisper as she leaned over to Tuesday’s ear.

“So what happens next?”

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 00:00:01

As Etain whispered into the attractive girl's ear, the crowd started counting down from 30, their collective voice shivering with jaded anticipation. Tuesday interlaced her black-lace-gloved fingers in Etain's thick, silky tresses and breathed back - "Didn't you see the way the arrow programs were al mecha-kucha? That's the idea. No one knows what'll happen next. But locked down, whatever it is, there's no way to back out."

The room was getting unbearably warm. And then with a whoop the crowd and the AROs hit the zero hour, and with an amplified, exaggerated KER-CHINK, the party reached the point of no return.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 00:00:01

The exaggerated sound of a mechanical lock that echoed and reverberated around the warehouse-like space while slightly cartoonish, still had the chilling effect on Etain’s psyche. She was locked in this space for at least the next 6 to 7 hours. It also seemed to trigger the crowd around her to really start to let loose. Whooping yells and thrilled screams were heard from all directions of the space as the party began. The ARO’s went completely dark, the temperature seeming to rise by the second. Guys in the crowds started to discard their shirts, and some girls quickly followed suit running around in lacy bras or the more interesting “Victorian” corsets. There was something very erotic about the scene in the half-light, sweat glistening off well defined bodies…

Etain could feel the beginning effects of the pill she took start to lick at her senses, washing over her in slow waves of additional warmth and she could feel a familiar rush to her cheeks like when she tossed back a few jars at the pub with Conall back home. Only difference was that her senses were acutely sharp, not even the slightest bit of fuzziness that usually accompanied alcohol. Where she normally would have bristled at the way Tuesday had her hands in her hair or somewhere on her body it seemed at all times, it didn’t seem to bother her right now. In fact she almost liked it.

She didn’t have long to over-analyze her strange feelings as suddenly the lights dimmed out completely, and almost all at once the crowd turned their attention, or at least whatever wasn’t needed to entertain their piece of ass of choice at the moment, towards the stage.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 00:15:00

The footlights slowly came up on the stage, revealing five figures holding instruments. They were black - all black. Thin silhouettes of shadow. From where she was, Etain couldn't be sure at first glance if they were wearing something or dweomered or simply pure shadow - in any case, they had no features or texture whatsoever - only shambling, vaguely humanoid outlines. But they were certainly corporeal - for nothing without substance could coax such a violent aural assault from guitars and drums.

The room had come to an eery hush, and then without warning it had started - staccato riffs putting so-called "speed metal" to shame - layer upon layer of controlled musical mayhem hit the audience's ears with unstoppable decibel force.

Like eyes adjusting to darkness, it took a moment for the metahuman ear to come to grips with what was happening to it - at first, only a painful wall of sound. But although the pain never stopped, the ear slowly found the patterns - and what patterns they were - an ever rising kaleidoscope of carefully calculated cacophony that spoke directly to the deepest, most secret parts of the brain. Through their tears at the pain, the sweating youth started moving, their reptilian complexes kneaded and pounded by the unrelenting notes. Some thought they moved by choice, others were sure the music was forcing them, the wise knew that they had past the realm of clear distinction between cognitive will and autonomic function.
And as the seconds thundered by, their gyrations steadily grew more ecstatic, frenetic, heedless of the closeness of the crowd.

And then, like Death running His nails down a chalkboard, the vocalist joined the fray...

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 00:56:00

At first Etain just cringed at the deafening noise that assaulted her when the band finally started playing. She silently cursed herself for agreeing to get locked up in here for hour after hour of “music” like this. The more she tried to block out the noise the more it seemed to pound into her, into her head and into her body. As the crowd started to dance, if it could be called that really, bodies bumped and jostled anything and everything around. Soon however, she found herself moving to the noise, the beats seemingly primal in nature and she watched as Tuesday did the same, only more uninhibited and unrestrained.

The heat in the room was making her a little dizzy and her mouth was dry, she motioned to Tuesday that she was headed over to the bar to grab something to drink. She pressed her way through the mob of sweaty bodies which took a lot of effort and she was bumped this way and that. She couldn’t help but notice the approving looks that she got as she moved across the room, some creeped her out, some boosted her confidence. When she finally got to the bar she had to practically scream her request for a couple of jars to the bartender which only got her a strange look like she was speaking alien.

“Pints of beer, two of them!”

The bartender finally understanding her order was quick to oblige and she was presented with two plastic cups of something that looked more like piss than good Irish beer. Once she settled the tab she headed to the outskirts of the crowd to avoid spilling her drinks and she was treated to a whole different display from those choosing not to do their dancing entirely on their feet. When she finally made it back to were she had left Tuesday, the girl had joined in on the festivities on the outside fringes deeply engaged in a kiss as she sat on the receiving Ork girl’s lap. Inwardly Etain cringed, not so much from the girl on girl action, she’d been subject to the constant bisexual ribbing that most Elves got from time to time, but more by the fact that it was an Ork.

Sighing heavily she moved over to an open spot along the wall and leaned up finally quenching her thirst with a LONG pull on one of the glasses. She stood there, her hips moving to the music involuntarily as she nursed both glasses of beer and fought off roving hands or leering boys or even the most forward offers to “head to the couches and shag.” As she watched she could see members of the crowd starting to reach for their pillboxes again. As she finished one of the beers she double-cupped the other and fished out her own pill box from her pocket and looked at the pill that was marked “1am” as if she expected it’s effects to be stenciled in below it. As the beer started to enter her system, coupled with whatever drug she had already taken a sense of euphoria started to take over and some of the things hanging over her head were rapidly disappearing, or at least being forgotten.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:00:01

"It's very important to stay exactly on schedule."

Tuesday’s words kept echoing in her head as if the girl kept whispering them over and over. She could feel the girl’s breath again on her ear and she shivered. It wasn’t all together unpleasant, but then again she wasn’t interested in girls like that. After all that had happened, she wasn’t really interested in boys either. With a finger she popped open the next compartment on the pill box and without a second of hesitation she brought the box to her lips and let the pill into her mouth and chased it down with a large sip of beer.

She shivered a bit more against one of the columns on the wall, waves of emotions were washing through her and dredging up memories, ones she desperately wanted to bury, like sands caught up in the tides. Quietly she hoped that this pill would be the catalyst to letting that happen.

Right now she wanted to be someone else, to erase the past few weeks, to just forget.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:05:00

As the shadowy vocalist screeched out his incomprehensible lyrics, Etain grew warmer and warmer - somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that it was not only from the increasingly stifling heat of the venue, but that she was veritably heating up from within, thought whether it was physical or psychosomatic she could barely think to question.

The fact was, that whether from the music's persistent invasion of her reptilian complex, or some new pharmaceutical enhancement of that effect, that part of her mind that asked rational questions was rapidly be shut out - or rather, replaced.

Watching the writhing, gyrating flesh that coiled and wrapped all around her even on the outskirts of the mass of bodies, she envisioned some sort of primitive dance around a bonfire, the neon tattoos becoming tribal scarification, the AR jewelry subbing for exotic piercings.

Shaking her head, she fought to distinguish the line between the orgiastic dance before her and the increasingly persistent vision of a moonlit village - hallucination was enhancing reality.

Fading back and forth, a kaleidoscope of images cascaded before her consciousness, filling all of her senses - the taste of stag's blood, hot from the jugular...running wildly through dense woods, branches scraping deliciously into her naked flesh...muscular bodies tossing a virgin into the bonfire's flames, and then enfolding the Tir runaway in a sensual, promising embrace...standing on a cliff staring into the dawn sun...glorious...transcendent...until her corneas burned blissfully away and left her with only her pure Astral sight...The laughter and screams of hundreds of euphoric youth rising above the band of shadows...A red-lipped fairy blowing pixie dust in a gentle shower over her that burned her nose...Swimming exultantly through a clear cyan sea, ruling the waves, and then being pulled mercilessly under, unable to breathe...A school of sharks bearing her back up to the surface...a smiling and dashing Patrick by her side...Patrick's face disappearing, giving way to a half dozen masks of lust, befuddlement, euphoria, bemusement and ecstasy above her and all around her...The masks had hands, and the hands approached her, tempted her, became acquainted with her...And in the distance, above the musical onslaught, beyond the whispered promises massaging her ears, and deep within the desires of her flesh, a lone, majestic wolf howled.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:43:00

She had been a little lost in the moment after taking the next pill, a quiet and almost casual observer of the scene playing out before her. All that was “real” around her was the heat that was ever building and seemingly now growing inside her as well. She took a long sip from her beer that was ever warming in her hands and that’s when she fully lost herself to whatever drug she just took.

Blood. She tasted blood in her mouth, the warmth and the metallic iron taste both revolting and exciting at the same time, and yet she spit her beer onto the floor of the warehouse which had become a dirt covered and musky forest floor in an eye blink. She wasn’t alone in the forest however and she was running through the woods, branches clawing and grabbing at her sky-clad skin as she ran, bathed in moonlight while girls with oversized Victorian rings and other jewelry brushed past her in the crowd and metal dragged against skin. Breaking into a clearing where a bonfire raged in an angry and sensual dance, a woman wrapped in white who bore a far too close for comfort resemblance to herself was tossed into the flames by muscular bodies, signifying a succinct ending and an entire new beginning of some kind, at the same time, from different points of view. Well-oiled arms and chests pressing in on her and wrapping her up in their caresses and promises of ever-exploring touches as one woman with wild purple hair mimicked their actions in a hot and loud warehouse.

As the band seemed to reach their pinnacle of their performance, bright stage lights exploded into brightness behind the already shadowed figures illuminating the warehouse like a fireball. It was that moment where Etain felt like she was pulled as tight as a bow string, the primal energy of the room coupled with overt sexual displays were all assaulting her conscious and subconscious mind. The light became the sun, and she was standing atop the cliffs back home, feeling the warmth of the light across her skin, before it stole her sight and she was plunged deep into her astral perceptions. The tops of the trees were swaying bodies, illuminated auras in vibrant colour bouncing and moving and dancing all around her. The passion was visible, the arousal tangible amidst the sea of humanity inside the makeshift club. There was a sudden silence, only to be followed by the roar of the crowd, the shadows on stage… their auras bursting with pride at their performance before disappearing into the darkness.

She could feel herself getting lost in the narcotic haze, her inhibitions fading and the “darker” side of her, the most secret of secret wants, needs and desires, bubbling to the surface. The shimmering wings of the Fae around her, watching her intently as if they were reading her thoughts and knowing just what secrets she was hiding in those deep, dark recesses of her mind. Carnal secrets. Painful secrets. The one fairy that catches her attention, moving about in the shadows, full-red lips and purple hair…. A handful of pixie dust blown towards her that burns her nose as she inhales. A mirror pulled away and handed to the person to the left.

Then just calm. The feeling of floating on gentile waves of an azure sea. Serenity wrapped in a liquid blanket as it rocks peacefully up and down, washing away all the cares in the world feeling only the good things, a deep sense of happiness that fulfills the soul. The next moment caught in a tempest’s grasp, pulled deep beneath the waves by unseen hands. Attempts to gasp for air as she’s pulled deeper and deeper into the water. Her lungs on fire as she tried to breathe. And then her rescuers arrived. An unlikely ally as a school of sharks encircled her and instead of attacking they started to bring her up to the surface, aiding her to break the water just as she was certain she’d drown. A gasp for breath as she’s laid across the laps of her friends at the warehouse, all 5 of them now. Fins entwining in her hair, stroking it and trying to soothe her as the last shark in the row’s head began to morph, into the perfect features of her former boyfriend turned tormentor. A soft smile on his lips behind a finger to silence her from saying anything and suddenly disappearing as quickly as he came…

From out of where Patrick had disappeared, came forward all these ornate and decorated masks of varying emotions. Confusion, amusement, lust, ecstasy, euphoria… they all moved about her in a sort of dance. Hands and arms emerged from behind the masks as they moved closer still, encircling her, effectively trapping her in place with their performance. Fingers beckoned, arms wrapped around her waist as they drew her into their dance, one where she just knew the steps, as if they were from memory even though the music was unfamiliar. Lust stepped to the forefront, pushing itself against her as it danced, leaning in and pressing its cold porcelain lips against hers in a crude kiss. The other masks emboldened by Lust’s actions all crowded in and began touching her, caressing her, lips all over her skin…all while the primal erotic bass line thumped and pounded in the background.

With the dance returning to the moonlit grove where this entire journey seemed to start from, the long and piercing howl of Wolf filled her ears and blocked out the music for an instant, the dream-like state shattered and dumped her hard back into reality with a single word being screamed across the warehouse but drowned out well beneath the music.

“Conall!”

Etain’s demeanor shifted dramatically all at once, a complete 180-degree turn from a second before. She sat, straddled across the lap of a dark and brooding Human guy who had obviously been recently in the dancing crowd as he was without his shirt. He had a complete look of lust written across his features as he stared at Etain, too deep into his high to really be concerned with her sudden change. She felt Tuesday’s hands playing in her hair as she continued her very own lustful encounter with her Ork girlfriend as Harold and Lawrence pawed and clawed at each other to the other side of her.

She just shook her head, trying not to think about anything and everything, wanting to go back to the calm and peaceful feeling of floating on the water. She knew she should be out looking for her brother but she was locked into this warehouse with these people for what now felt like it could be forever. She wanted to get up and run away, but there was this need… this desire to stay.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:43:10

....she wanted to get up and run away, but there was this need… this desire to stay. A desire that only deepened as the shirtless boy moved his hips beneath her and Tuesday stroked her neck - filling her with an inexplicable turbulence - there was something here she wanted, something that would calm the conflict, do away with the misgivings, give her the peace of a single path surrendered to.

And then, as though her thoughts had been sensed, a pixie-haired girl in an elaborate Victorian teddy sprinkled a pinch of powder across the lips of Etain's would-be paramour - and the confused elf knew that in that powder lay a final choice, a commitment to one road...or the other.

In the back of her mind, Wolf continued to howl.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:43:10

She tried to focus on anything but the guy’s blue eyes, something that would clear her head of all the sensations and dark desires that were floating to the surface.

I can’t do this... I mean I don’t even know the guy’s name… but oh god, his lips...

If his dark and brooding good looks weren’t enough, Tuesday’s fingers in her hair and the more than casual caresses of her neck were maddening, the whole experience surreal and becoming more and more sensual.

I’m supposed to be looking for Conall, not whoring it up like this… Her mother’s chastising for years about proper behaviour and decorum were echoing in her head, haunting her from thousands of miles away. But she wasn’t here, her mother had no hold over her daughter now and Etain was more than taking advantage of it.

As the pixie-girl sprinkled something across his lips, Etain found herself unconsciously licking her own. There was something she craved. In some part of her mind it was the rush of the drug, in another it was something else…something more intangible, a feeling.

Control.

She wanted to be the one in control, she even believed she was in control of her situation, of the good looking guy beneath her even. She believe that she could make this be only what she wanted, what she needed at that very moment to quell the constant storm of uncertainty and hurt that raged inside her.

She couldn’t be further from the truth. Less than 3 hours in Seattle and already she was doing things that could or more like would alter her life forever. No, she thought, My life changed two weeks ago, all of this is the outcome, the destiny, the need… the desire.

With as much intention as resignation she leaned forward and kissed her mystery man deeply.

Again Wolf howled long and alerting. Perhaps there was a warning being carried to her ears, but she wasn’t a child of Wolf, she was a child of the Moon and something was lost in translation.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:59:41

She came up for air, breathless and with her body hyper aware of every sensation. Ever since the first kiss her lips barely left her new paramour’s lips or skin. She was caught up in the moment, the rush of the gentile sensation of the drug juxtaposed against the primal instincts spurred on by the music. She settled in BlueEyes’ lap and nestled up against him as her eyes closed slowly and she just breathed everything in. His fingers traced lazy patterns against her arm that only he could see, but they felt beautiful.

Close by she could hear the moans and whispers of the carnal activities taking place all around her in the shadowy and not so shadowy spaces and places of the warehouse. She was glad that BlueEyes seemed quite content with a hot and heavy makeout session and a few well-placed hands here and there. She didn’t need to be running around showing off her goods to the crowd like some of the girls at the party. And it wasn’t that she didn’t have the desire to go beyond heavy petting, because oh she did, but there was something holding her back…something that was once so important, but was now hard to remember.

She couldn’t immediately see Tuesday, Harold or Lawrence, but she wasn’t concerned. She was just letting herself get wrapped up in the high, her cares and concerns slipping further and further into the corners of her mind.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:59:52

Etain's reverie was broken by a deep note sounding through the speakers, resonating across her skin and permeating her bones. All was silent in its aftermath. The moans around her paused, and the explorations of BlueEyes' fingers halted.

A second note, solitary, one octave higher, but no less resonant.

"Oh fuck yeah!" BlueEyes said. "They're gonna do a chord!"

He immediately began fumbling for his pill container.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 01:59:57

Confusion clouded the young Elf’s features for a moment, the sudden silence of the entire warehouse was almost eerie, the withdrawal of BlueEyes’ fingers from her skin had the same impact as if someone had cut off her arm. A sense of emptiness and loss. His words made sense to the musical areas of her mind but in this context they meant nothing.

All was resolved as he managed to open his pill box and he held a small fiery red pill between his forefingers and placed it gently up against Etain’s lips. His eyes held the expectation that she’d quickly do the same, and she obliged. It was strange how these few seconds of narcotic intimacy held the same power and eroticism as sex.

As the last seconds ticked by and with a gentle push of BlueEyes’ fingers, Etain’s lips parted at the same moment his did and she took another step deeper into the party and waited for the chord to strike.

Etain
8/11/70 03:00:00

The moment she had swallowed the pill, the room had gone pitch black. Not even enough light to reflect off the extended rods in her elven eyes, she was blind but for the intricate outlines of the phosphorescent tattoos elaborately adorning the exposed flesh of the young Seattlites surrounding her.

And it stayed dark. One minute. Two? Ten??? Gradually, even the moans of the most persistently amorous gave way to a silent stillness. And still silence. No sight, no sound - her awareness of Blue Eyes' bare chest against her cheek became acute, and she became congnizant of his heartbeat. Then his pulse. Then his breathing, then the breathing of those around her. Their heartbeats, their pulses. Until the sounds of their bodies filled her ears - but she realized that somehow they were all there, and unique - not a mish mash of sound but an intimate sense of each heartbeat, each pulse - discrete, individual.

Were they all experiencing this, the same way she was? Because somehow, as hearts slowed and pulses muffled, breathing calming from the passionate exertions of moments earlier, they came together - they unified - they synchronized. Somehow, the hearts of the hundreds beat as one, pulses flowing in unison - in her mind a great singularity - a deep intimacy, bound by the simultaneity of their bodies' deepest functions - the music of their natural selves led down the same road by some unseen conductor.

And then the deep note sounded again, a reverberant bass.

And one voice, from somewhere across the room, a huge voice - a troll? - responded, matching the note.

And then another note - high and strong.

And one voice responded - beautiful and clear and perfectly attuned.

And Etain realized it was her own.

Another note. And another. And somehow, for each note that sounded, there was one person who somehow realized that it was their match, and without thinking they responded.

And the notes came faster, as did their answers.

And then there came answers to the answers. And answers to those. Until the whole of the youthful congress, supine on the floor, was engaged in an unfathomably complex chorale - spontaneous and bordering on involuntary. Etain had never in her life felt this close to music - it was astonishing - it was as if she were one string of a harp, one skin on a drum, one hammer in a piano - all sense of herself was lost in the collective chord that rose and rose - like a great Bach fugue it climbed higher and higher until it could go no higher and then was inexplicably back to a new base - but one octave up - only to restart the glorious progression.

The chord reached its peak with the children singing their parts not in response to what they heard, but to what they felt - and Etain realized that with all their bodies splayed across one another the very vibrations of the notes transferred through their very flesh until they were indeed literally one grand organ.

And slowly, with utmost care, the unseen conductor (God? The pills? Some musical mastermind in a control booth? Their collective consciousness?) eased them down - their ecstatic intonations slipped down the scale like water falling over rounded stones - each downward progression so natural, so perfect, that though it signalled the close of the experience it rightness could not be denied, could not disappoint.

A note - and a voice. And a note - and a voice......And a note - and a voice.

And a note - and a voice.

:


And a note - and a voice.

:

:

:




and a note - and a voice.

Silence.

Silence and darkness.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:17:13

In the silence and the darkness she basked in the afterglow of the experience she just shared with every soul in the building. She could feel the dampness on her cheeks where tears had fallen because of the intensity of the experience and how it moved her. The longer she laid there, her had still near BlueEyes’ chest and someone else’s head near her waist and another near her thigh, she could hear the perfect synchronicity being broken. Breath quickened, pulses picked up their paces again until the room was once again a chaotic mix of life.

She had never experienced music like that, so clear, so clean, so pure. The fact that she had added her own voice to the performance was to her, so extraordinary. She wanted to repeat the experience again already, to perform an encore. But she couldn’t will it to happen again no matter how hard she tried.

Around her she could feel people starting to get back to their feet, those more accustomed to what she had just experienced. They didn’t feel the deep connection to what just happened like she did, they just enjoyed the moment and moved on. She didn’t want to move from her spot lest it break the feelings she was riding the high of. Etain laid there on the floor until BlueEyes himself was gently but insistently pulling on her arm to come back to the alcove Tuesday and her friends had staked out as their territory for the night.

She could feel his lips starting to explore the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders again but she was uninterested. She was so wrapped up in her true love in that moment that she didn’t want to feel the physical ministrations of metahuman lips, she wanted to be wrapped in the touch and feel of a voice, of scales and arias. She closed her eyes to block out all that was around it and opened herself to the world that most in this room probably didn’t ever experience. With the drugs in her system everything was intensified and distorted, auras were brighter, emotions were dramatically heightened and plenty in the crowds were still harboring their own darkest desires just below the surface.

A part of her desired so desperately to be home again, to roll back the clocks and return to her life before all of the tragedy had began. She wanted so much to be able to open her eyes again and find herself back in her bed, dreaming through all of this, to hear her brother down the hall from her already awake as he often was. She wanted to be able to lock herself into the practice room and sing her heart out, to let go of all that was troubling her with every note that left her lips….

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by lush greenery, resting in her favourite spot deep within the woods of her family’s estate. Mossy green branches hung down around her and stretched so far up to the night sky like a canopy. For an instant she questioned if she had been dreaming everything to that moment.

Through the periphery of the illusion the crowd still milled about and danced to music only they could hear. As she looked through the crowds, she caught the glimpse of a majestic grey and white wolf, his disappointment fully evident on his canine features. Then in a second he was gone, and she was left with a feeling of emptiness that couldn’t be filled with the various pleasure drugs or the touch of the people around her.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:17:30


BlueEyes gave up on getting Etain to relinquish her spot on the floor in favor of the more private alcove, and settled for trying to unfasten her pants. But although his senses were focused on the Tir noblewoman's body to the exclusion of all else, many of the people lying, caressing, dancing, swooning all around her were noticing the sudden change in their environment with undisguised glee - girls ran their fingers along tree bark, half-naked boys rolled in the grass, people tried to pick flowers. Naturally Etain neither could nor cared to keep up with dozens of contacts with her phantasm, and so without her adjustments it did not react to the kids' probings, giving way to green and brown mist whenever it was touched- though the partygoers were all nonetheless horribly impressed with the new "magic FX."

As BlueEyes' teeth nibbled at her neck, she suddenly realized he was looking into her eyes. It took her a moment to realize she was being nuzzled by someone else entirely. And then the newcomer (or not so new? she could scarcely recall) rattled his pill box for her and BlueEyes - it was almost empty, but he was opening it - much the way BlueEyes was opening her zipper - "We are way behind schedule!"

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:19:03

As the drugs started to wear off, she was starting to crash. She could feel reality slipping into the cracks of her drug bubble that had gone up around her. Pain was returning to parts of her that had disappeared for as long as she was high. Her head throbbed and her shoulders ached and now she was starting to process and understand the allure and draw of the drugs. They were helping her forget and stop feeling all the bad and heightening and drawing out all the good.

The lips at her neck had become annoying, like a fly or other insect. She cringed and pulled back while shooing them away. She could feel BlueEyes pawing at her waist, his clumsy hands fumbling for the buttons and zipper on her pants. History flashed past her eyes and the lush greenery disappeared around her and the rest of the party goers. The warehouse however didn’t return, the group around her was suddenly transported to a dirty alley over a thousand miles away.

This time she was hardly about to let history repeat itself. She swatted at BlueEyes’ hands, and it took a few more hits before he recoiled from her and he had the look of a kicked puppy on his face and eyes as she glared at him. He was quickly distracted by the newcomer at her head shaking his pill box and the fact that they were now “behind schedule.” Something must have clicked in his drug-addled head as he shifted his attention from fumbling with Etain’s zipper and fumbled instead as he pulled out his own pill box. Etain didn’t make a move however to grab her own, logic was starting to creep back into her decision making again and the logical side of her was saying she’d had more than enough and it was time to stop.

And then there was a warm, wet mouth at her ear again. A soft and very sexy voice whispering to her in complete counterpoint to logic. An alluring “I’m sorry” as BlueEyes moved to sit behind her, pulling her back against his chest before moving his open pill box into her view. The whispers continued, cajoling and pleading, breaking down logic’s resolve word by word. “We’re behind, look around you, it’ll be gentle, I promise. We can’t stop now.” She didn’t know if he was lying. Part of her wanted to believe him and part of her didn’t even care if he was as that part just wanted to feel the next sensation, whatever it was.

One hand moved, resting on her hip and the pill box in her pocket drawing her full attention to it. The hurt and the ache she was feeling was spreading across her entire self and intensifying the longer she went without her next hit. She rested her head back against BlueEyes’ shoulder and would have given anything at that moment for a good handful of pain killers. Instead all she had was the long orange oval pill before her and the urging of the good looking guy behind her. Before logic could regroup and make another attempt at dissuading her, she was swallowing hard and feeling the long orange pill move down her throat. They had some catching up to do.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:20:30


Within moments of taking the pill, Etain felt wonderful again - the creeping pain went back to wherever it had stolen in from, and once again she felt almost like she was floating. Her sense of euphoria contrasted sharply with the dank, nightmare-filled alley she'd conjured up around her, which was now filling up with foam from the surf. It felt wet and warm through her already sweat-drenched clothes - and she realized that it was not part of her phantasm at all. Looking around the now eerily-lit hall, she saw that it was covered entirely in a steadily rising blanket of rish, foamy bubble-bath. The new stimulus was greet by squeals of stoned delight, and most of the partygoers began stripping off what remained of their clothing.

Rising to her knees to keep her head above the foam, Etain saw that BlueEyes was peeling the jeans from his tautly muscled flesh, and she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved that the bubbles concealed his shame. He beckoned her dreamily deeper into the froth - which seemed like the perfect complement to the floating feeling that had overtaken her.

Meanwhile, on the other side of her, an underwear-clad Tuesday was beckoning her in another direction, calling her over as she laughingly climbed a steep staircase toward some sort of loft with some other people.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:39:52

The pill was potent and extremely fast. Mere moments after she swallowed it down she could feel everything slip away from her again. Important details grew fuzzy and almost non-existent, pain disappeared and left only the warm, soft fuzzy feelings behind. As the rich bubbly foam started to swirl around her she inhaled its powerful scent, sensual and warm notes of musk and patchouli filled her nostrils. As soon as she kneeled up as to not “go under” she felt BlueEyes move behind her and as she turned to look over her shoulder she could see him starting to strip down to his knickers or beyond. With a single finger and a flash of those blue eyes, he tried to beckon her closer and to get lost in all the foam. Over his shoulder however she could see Tuesday stripped down to her knickers and waving her over excitedly to join her in some destination up a flight of stairs she hadn’t noticed till now.

She felt pulled in two directions at once, half wanted to surf the foam with BlueEyes for a while and just let everything go. The other half of her was curious as to what was upstairs with Tuesday and her friends.

It had become SO warm in the warehouse, warm and wet. Everywhere around her people were stripping down to nothing and diving into and rolling around in the bubbles. Etain was starting to feel the same way she did when she’d show up overdressed for a dinner party. She was uncomfortable in her heavy sweat-soaked clothes. The idea of taking off everything and giving into pure sensation seemed so freeing, she wanted to experience the feel of the bubbles over bare skin, fondly remembering all the long bubble baths she used to take back home. A little voice nagging in the background kept telling her that it would be “wrong” to do so, but she hadn’t listened to that voice all night long. She was out from under her parents thumbs and damned if she was going to let them tell her what to do or how to think or behave anymore.

Finally she gave in. Deciding she could have the best of both worlds she started to peel off her own clothes. First came off her pants, peeling them off after they were clinging to her skin from the bubbles and sweat. She started to pull the top she was wearing up, exposing inch by inch of her creamy skin. The tightness of the top coupled with the dampness of the fabric caused her to struggle to get it over her head and off her arms. BlueEyes had been watching her from within the bubbles and was far too eager and willing to come to her aid. With his help she was left amidst the giant bubble bath, and the apparent orgy that was taking place within in the froth, clad in a soft peach coloured bra and panty set. The effect was the illusion of nudity without any of the shame. The combination of the bubbles on her now quite bare skin and the less than casual caresses from BlueEyes’s fingers convinced her that if she were to die right then and there, she’d go happily.

It wasn’t long before she was getting lost in deep kisses and was quickly sinking deeper into the waves of bubbles. Catching one last glance of Tuesday ascending the stairs, Etain grabbed BlueEyes’ hand and without looking back she pulled him along with her towards the stairs to join Tuesday and her friends. When the pair made it up to the top of the stairs it was like they had entered an entire different world. This was obviously the invite-only section and because she was Tuesday’s guest she was allowed into this plush space. It was a total pleasure palace, so much more so than the lower level. Plush velvet couches and beds were positioned around tables, hidden in alcoves and behind curtains that masked faces but not silhouettes and the activities taking place behind them.

Attendants moved about the space with silver trays filled with all kinds of vices from drugs to alcohol to fetish gear. As she looked around it was almost too much to take in, but she soon found a grouping of couches filled with familiar faces. Harold and Lawrence were there, as well as the Ork girl she assumed was Tuesday’s girlfriend. Both she and BlueEyes were welcomed to the group with open arms, laps and hands. As she moved to find a spot to sit, BlueEyes flung himself onto a couch and grabbed for her, pulling her into his lap and arms. Giggling the entire way along she found herself laughing between kisses and passing around a familiar looking mirror with a familiar looking powder. For the first time all evening she actually passed it without sampling the wares, fully content with enjoying the high she was riding unmodified.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:42:00

Tuesday, also, had taken a pass on the powder. Leaning close, she whispered to Etain, "If I'm wired I'm wired, if I'm mellow I'm mellow, and never the twain shall meet." She leaned back on the divan, and even though Etain was stripped to her underwear, the three scant triangles of silk that made up the bulk of Tuesday's attire made the elf feel overdressed all over again. "But," Tuesday added as an afterthought, "If I had to choose between my bliss and my nova - Be - Still - My - Heart! Don't know what I'd do."

Behind (and on, and around) her, BlueEyes' presence was persistently pronounced - especially since Etain had given him no time to collect his jeans before dragging him up the stairs.

On Bliss, Tuesday was much more coherent than she had been in the car when snorting whatever it was she'd been snorting - looked like the same stuff being passed around the alcove at this very moment. "So tell me, girltoy, tell me something juicy about yourself before the Grand Finale takes off and we lose all ability to relate verbally." Etain was having a hard time listening - she was watching the ork work the clasp on Tuesday's bra - and feeling BlueEyes fumblingly attempt the same with her own. But Tuesday kept talking, looking into the elf's eyes - "Tell me all about this brother of yours. Is he half as delicious looking as you?"

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:53:23

Etain really only caught snippets of Tuesday’s questions and conversation with her. Concentrating on anything at that moment beyond pleasurable sensations was growing increasingly difficult at best. She caught the comment about the Grand Finale and it sent a little shiver of excitement through her spine, wondering just what could possibly come next after all she’d experienced in the last… however many hours she’d now been inside the warehouse.

She asked me something… she wants to know something juicy about me?

“Sorry t’disappoint love, but there’s very little juicy information to share about meself.

Bollocks! Why don’t you tell her you’re from a noble family? Why don’t you tell her you’re on the run, that your brother has been banished from home and you came to ‘rescue’ him here. Her eyes… her lips.. god…Conall, she asked something about Conall, what he looks like…

“Me brother’s me other half, love. My twin. Looks just like me, only y’know. Male.”

She found that apparently humorous enough that it got a good giggle out of her, which seemed to trigger a little “giggle wave” amidst the girls up in the alcove that ended almost as quickly as it began. Tuesday just smiled as she seemed to like Etain’s answer to the brother question, perhaps a little too much. She could see the thoughts brewing in the girl’s head,

She was so relaxed at the moment, so lost in the haze and combination of touch, sight and sound that when BlueEyes finally got the clasp on her bra undone and let out a triumphant “YES!” behind her in victory she didn’t blink, nor did she make any attempt at that point to cover herself as he slid the straps from her shoulders. While her eyes didn’t seem to move from Tuesday's eyes, Etain was nearly certain that the girl licked her lips as the peach lace fell away from Etain's skin. She shivered slightly and BlueEyes snaked his arm around her waist and again pulled her back against him, almost possessively as Etain couldn’t break the gaze that was locked between her and the purple-haired girl and the clock ticked ever closer to the next, and possibly the last hours of the party.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:55:00

As BlueEyes pressed his amorous attack, Tuesday was relentless with her own verbal probe - "Darling accent" she whispered "missing a finger" she mused "ravishing body" she leered "here all alone from the Tir" she challenged "modest before, and now...not" she noted "romantic quest for lost twin brother" she cooed "and Awakened???" she ventured - with each point her face drew nearer Etain's "seems to have money" close enough that all Etain could see were her eyes "irresistable lips" and the elf could feel the woman's breath on her mouth - she knew the kiss was coming, but before she could start to think how she'd respond, Tuesday had pulled away, taunting fires of curiousity dancing in dilated pupils. "And you tell me there's nothing juicy to share." She smiled playful-wickedly. "Out with it girl - the witching hour approaches."

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:55:51

Etain tried to keep it together but between BlueEyes’ fingers and Tuesday’s words it had managed to get the best of the Elven girl. She stammered a bit at first as she tried to form the answer that the purple haired girl seemed to want, but nothing but evasion tinged with lies could spill from her lips.

“Ye seem to have me all figured out. Would it make it more exciting if I were to tell ye a tall tale, about how I lost me finger in some horrible crime? How I killed a man and was now on the run for me life? Right be certain that those tales would be a million more times exciting than a story of a spoiled rich little Elf girl from across the pond who came looking for her brother to get away from all the bullshit.”

Etain’s heart was racing, she could hear the blood pounding in her ears with each heartbeat. She tried to flip the uncomfortable situation back on Tuesday, but she had the feeling that the girl wasn’t about to buy it all. Sitting up, she moved with her natural grace to break away from BlueEyes amorous grasp and crawled across the dais back towards Tuesday with her own predatory look in her eyes.

“So tell me love, just what juicy tidbit do ye really want to know about the most, because you’re right, the witching hour approaches… “

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:56:06

Tuesday's hands met the catlike approach of the elven heiress, sneaking sensual caresses before gently grasping her shoulders and raising her face to eye level. "Oh, I want to know it all, but what I really want to know is how you'll respond to this," and her lips enveloped Etain's in warmth.

But no sooner had it begun than it was abruptly curtailed - as Tuesday jerked back with a yelp into her ork paramour's lap. Etain could see that the buxom beast had a handful of Tuesday's hair. Her features were surprisingly delicate for one of her race, but the thought of kissing a mouth thus befanged...It arched an eyebrow at the runaway and, shockingly, passable Sperethiel issued from its lips - the voice sweet, the words otherwise - "I'm not possessive...I just don't like elves."

Uncomprehending, Tuesday squirmed in frustration, indignance, and delight.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:56:16

She had sat there, mid-stride as Tuesday’s lips pressed against her own, dumbfounded. Though even in the brief seconds the kiss lasted, she had managed to lose herself in it. As kiss was suddenly broken, Etain was left crouched there, eyes closed and lips pursed like some comical scene. Her eyes quickly snapped open however with Tuesday’s yelp, followed by syrupy sweet veiled threats from an ugly mouth. Etain’s lips curved into a sly smile as she studied the Ork girl with a slightly raised brow.

At least the dislike for one another is mutual… too bad your girlfriend doesn’t share the same feelings.

Her thoughts darkened slightly as did her gaze upon the girl as she continued with the pasted on smile upon her lips while she “politely” corrected the girl’s use of Sperethiel with the right intonation and more correct choice of words, some rather crude slang for good measure too. She was about to say more at a much more rapid fire pace but she was cut off by an insistent pair of hands at her hips pulling her backwards. She reached for Tuesday as she was pulled backwards and was only rewarded with one long caress of the girl’s leg with her fingertips. BlueEyes’ arousal at watching two attractive girls kissing was impossible to miss as he shook his head at her before whispering some of the very dirty things he apparently would love to have the opportunity to do into her ear.

BlueEyes admonished all three girls at once as the Ork girl’s face grimaced with a look of anger, “C’mon lovelies, you can’t go into the Grand Finale with anger on your mind, no telling what could happen then…” His words trailed off as he buried his lips against Etain’s neck, showing just what kinds of thoughts he wanted to bring into his own Grand Finale. The concept of one last big moment of the party excited Etain, after all she had experienced this evening from the mass chorale to the liberation of the things weighing down her mind, she only imagined what the next hour would have in store for her.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:56:23

Harold leaned over. One hand stroked Etain's flesh in a surprisingly heterosexual way, while the other proffered the small mirror - the one with lines of sparkling white powder. "I have no idea what Elaine said to you," he whispered in her ear, "but she'll like you more if you do a couple lines of this - she cuts it herself from some very high grade stuff. Anyway, you'll need to shift gears for the Grand Finale anyway."

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:56:29

She looked at Harold’s face for an instant before looking back to the proffered mirror and it’s dazzling white powder. She licked her lips as part of her brain kicked in and really wanted to have that shimmering white dust inhaled up her nose and headed straight for the height of the party.

No wonder Tuesday has such a love for the Nova, her girlfriend supplies her with it.

For that reason alone, Etain spitefully yet politely refused the drugs. She didn’t want to shift gears that drastically if it meant she’d act and feel like Tuesday was when they arrived, besides she didn’t need to owe any “debts” to the Ork chick who obviously held such a strong distaste for her at the moment.

“I’m good thanks.” Really she wasn’t, she could already feel her high starting to ebb from the pill she took almost an hour ago and it almost made her sad. She held up her hand however, refusing the mirror as she pointedly looked at Tuesday’s girlfriend, and before Harold could protest, someone across the dais was reaching in and taking the mirror from him, far too willing to be in the Ork’s good graces.

“So what’s the Grand Finale like anyway?”

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:56:48

In response to her question, Harold smirked at Lawrence, who had knelt in front of Etain in order to assist BlueEyes and Harold in their attempt to accurately chart every centimeter of her flesh with their hands.

Harold: Well, of course no one knows for sure.

Lawrence: Different every time.

BlueEyes: (Touches her here - it's like a drug.)

Harold: But if I told you about some of the last ones....

Lawrence: Oh, stop, you. She'd never dare go!

Harold: (In response to the elf's quizzical look.) Of course it'll all be downstairs - this here is our little haven from the storm.

BlueEyes: (Touches her there - it's better than a drug.)

Lawrence: It's less...rigid.

Harold: Or more...

Lawrence: What I mean is...

BlueEyes: (Touches her everywhere - it's an overdose!)

Harold: What he means is up here we can sidestep the orchestration, have fun at our own pace. And right now I think that means off with these atrocious panties.

Lawrence: (Gripping waistband.) Second that...

Tuesday: (Appearing out of nowhere; white-flecked nostrils; naked) Luscious, won't you PLEASE do a line...for me?

Wolf: (Howls receding into the distance, fading to a whimper to match Moon Maiden's tears.)

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:57:45

The constant caressing coupled with the shifting vague description of the finale made her head spin. When the trio was far to eager to strip her completely naked, going so far as to start to help she squirmed a bit and put up a weakening protest while crossing her legs at the ankles. As Tuesday sat down beside her skyclad and with traces of the shimmering white powder on her nostrils, begging her to join in the party to the fullest by doing a line she could feel her defenses crumbling quickly. Trying to hold onto her panties while not giving into Tuesday’s begging was becoming near impossible, something was going to have to give.

She could hear weeping in the background, as a wave of guilt and shame stemming from someone’s disappointment in her washed over her. Its blow was crushing, she immediately knew she had let someone down, what was less obvious at that very moment was that it was her mentor herself that she was disappointing with each and every second she stayed inside this pleasure den.

With no way out till the doors were unlocked, she found her solution in the glittering white powder left on a mirror before her. Solace found in approving glances and nods of encouragement as she reached for the metal straw. A long slow breath in and her nose was on fire, but the rush was instantaneous. Her breathing quickened as her heart raced.

It was the beginning of the end.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:58:00

There was something magical about the powder - these people all apparently had plenty of money - and yet when she took the tray in her hands, the Battle of the Peach Panties suddenly stopped - Etain sensed clearly that there was an almost animal imperative among all her new friends not to risk spilling the precious cargo of the small mirror.

But the magic didn't stop there. Her breath caught in her throat as she was catapulted into an unimaginable ecstasy - where the Bliss had eased her gently beneath the waves of her worries, the Nova literally drowned them out - instead of sinking beneath the waves she was surfing them at the speed of sound, a screaming Dick Dale riff in the background - all around her things went from Bliss-muted to Nova-brilliant, all her senses heightened - candlelight reflecting off the black-painted skylight, BlueEyes' hardness against her unprotected thigh, the flowing colors of Harold's risque body art, the muffled strains of music and squeals from below, Tuesday's smeared lipstick, moans from other alcoves, and even the gold cap on Elaine's left tusk - which Etain couldn't help but find charming. In fact, she suddenly realized just how charming everyone was.

And she could no longer hear the whimpering and weeping - she couldn't even remember whose they were.

Tuesday kissed her full on the mouth - probing, searching, but also congratulatory. Then BlueEyes did the same. Then Lawrence. Then Harold. They seemed to be welcoming her somehow - it was clear they all somehow knew that all of this was virgin territory for the beautiful elf girl.

And then Elaine was there, close - but no kiss - "How was it?"

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:58:16

She blinked rapidly, trying to take everything in. She couldn’t stay focused on any one thing for any amount of time. Her eyes darted from one sight to the next, her head barely able to keep up as it moved from side to side. Then came the kisses...

Congratulatory.
Erotic.
Curious.
Accepting.

It was like she had passed some test, some ordeal so that she could now be truly accepted into Tuesday’s little circle of friends. She was experiencing everything again for the first time, seeing things with new eyes and feeling things in ways she never had before. She drew a deep breath, marveling in how she could smell the overall dampness of the warehouse, the stench of sex that lingered in the upstairs, the sweat from the bodies below. Every note was accentuated, down to the soft perfume that lingered on a blonde buried beneath a sea of male bodies on the dance floor.

Suddenly Elaine was in her face, asking her how it was. Etain gasped softly, part from surprise as her lips formed a perfect “O.” She tried to find the right words to describe the feelings, to put into words what she could now see, how it felt similar to the first time she gained her astral sight…. But the words came in single notes. Accentuating the emotions rolled into the words were the soft Irish lilt to her voice and the beautiful language of Sperethiel.

“Amazing.”

“Sensual.”

“Mind-Blowing.”

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:58:30

All eyes went to Elaine, her hourglass figure encased in a high-legged PCV teddy - "She says she likes it," the ork translated with a self-satisfied grin, and then she, too, moved to "greet" Etain, kneeling on the low couch astride the elf's lap, fingers moving into her hair...she really was beautiful for an ork...

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:59:03

As Elaine moved in, Etain couldn’t help but feel “trapped” beneath the girl’s weight. The Nova opened up her eyes however so she could see a different, softer perhaps even more beautiful side of the Ork. As Elaine leaned down and forward, her fingers wrapping around the back of her head, into the now short black locks, she gained control over just what would happen next. Etain found herself with parted lips, but attempting to pull back slightly. Elaine only chuckled softly, but dangerously, as she seemed to enjoy the little “game” the Elf was playing. Elf or not, she couldn’t turn away a potential customer who approved of her product.

Etain closed her eyes and just waited for whatever Elaine and the Grand Finale had in store for her.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:59:51

While not exactly rough, Elaine's kiss was much more aggessive than the others, her tongue exploring Etain's mouth, her tusks lightly scratching the smaller girl's lips, a thumb idly caressing the elf's peaked ear. Her PVC bustier pressed against Etain's exposed chest.

Pulling back, the ork licked her lips in satisfaction. "Don't often sample keeb-meat," she said, and it was hard to tell if she meant it in a good way or a bad.

And then from downstairs there arose a huge commotion - a veritable cacophony of vibration rolled across the floor, unidentifiable sound forcing its way up from through the carpets and cushions from below.

Harold was the first to react - phosphorescent body art pulsing with his heartbeat, he shouted "YES! Gods know what they've cooked up, but count me in!" He popped his last pill, grabbed a huge black dildo off a party tray, and hauled open the nearby hatch that led to the ladder.

"GUN!!!" a voice shouted from below.

A furious metallic clatter formed the soundtrack to what had been Harold's head spraying blood and bits of bone across Etain's face.

The skylight shattered - glass flying everywhere amid the mostly nude partygoers - and two slender forms dropped gracefully down - they were clad in layers of unmarked black kevlar, black gas masks, black helmets, and black goggles.

They scanned the room - one looking left, the other right, as if rehearsed. No one in the room had had the slightest chance to react, and the invaders ignored them. Then one of the black figures fixed on Etain, and a heavy Irish accent cried in shock, "By the Wheel...Mistress!!!"

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:59:54

Etain was still processing being kissed quite forcefully by an Ork, followed up by Elaine’s words that she had barely been able to comprehend what Harold was saying and doing before the world around her exploded from above and below, and what remained of Harold was now sprayed across herself and the other women on the dais, his blood deepening the colour of the crimson velvet.

Her scream pierced the darkness and the chaos that had become the party and she would not go silent.

Her eyes went wide as the skylight above her shattered and showered the VIP lounge with shards of glass like falling stars, they were gorgeous as they came crashing down flickering and shimmering in the half-light, but the damage they were doing as they sliced and imbedded into bare skin was anything but beautiful.

She could feel Lawrence and BlueEyes pulling at her arms, trying to get her to move of the dais and she could see Tuesday’s lips moving with fervor, urging her to do something but she couldn’t hear her. She started to try to move, to get away from those coming in from above, and those with guns below. Amidst the chaos, clear as day a voice with a familiar Irish lilt pierced through her intent and she froze.

Like a deer in the headlights with her heart pounding in her ears she pushed back against the velvet of the alcove. She was trapped like a hunted animal. How had they found her so quickly? What were they going to do with her now? How was she going to get away? Her fear and paranoia was heightened from the Nova that was coursing through her bloodstream. She was about to fail her brother again.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 03:59:59

The black-clad figure that hadn't spoken slapped the other on the side of the head. "Shite, Coz, git yer act together - were ye expectin' a tea party?" The faceless man continued forward and - despite his slender build - lifted the muscular form of Elaine off of Etain's exposed body as if the ork were a doll, tossing her to the side.

"Right, Coz, sorry," apologized the first. He went right up to BlueEyes and Lawrence as they tried to shake Etain into action - "You two - GIT OOT!" - he commanded with a jerk of his black-gloved thumb. Both boys scurried off.

That left the elf runaway all alone, her two pursuers hovering above her. The second one shook his head - "Crucify me on a bleedin' Christmas tree."

Then a cannister spewing some sort of smoke flew up through the hatch and hit the floor with a thud. "Best git movin'," said the first, "'Ere these trigger-happy yank cops make it up here."

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 04:00:30

Amber eyes filled with dialated pupils moved slowly from one Coz to the other, already knowing full well they weren’t about to let her get away a second time. The question became just what would they do to keep her from running in order to deliver her back to her parent’s feet on the Emerald Isle.

Feigning a sense of modesty as Elaine was picked up and cast aside, leaving her quite naked before her security team, she tried to cover herself up with one arm across her chest and drew her knees up closer to her face. She took that moment to take a good look around the room for other exits and tried to size up just what might give her the best opportunity to get away.

She could spot doors well across the VIP lounge area that were likely beyond her reach. A skylight above her offered no help since she couldn’t fly nor did she have any wiz gear like the security guys. Another hatch like the one Harold tried to go down, about 5 meters to her left was a risky option considering what the “Yank cops” had done to Harold just moments earlier for a similar decision. Realizing suddenly however that everything she came over here with, including a large amount of certified cred, now rested somewhere downstairs she silently cursed herself for being so stupid. If someone hadn’t already made a break for it with her things, she just sealed her choice. She returned her gaze back to the security team and tried to come up with plan.

She vaguely heard one of them trying to urge her to move, and then the other inquiring if she was ok, and if she was bleeding, uncertain on first glance if the fresh blood covering her upper body was her own. She managed to stammer out something to reassure them.

“It’s not mine… ‘Tis the lad’s who….”

She felt sick as the image of Harold’s head exploding replayed in her mind in a flash.

“I’m goin t’be sick.”

With that she rolled towards the left side of the dais, made a horrible wretching sound for show and gave the pair a very nice view of her scantily clad bottom in the process. Hoping silently that it would at least make one of them uncomfortable or thrown a little off guard. Coughing, she started to rise as if she was done tossing whatever was in her stomach onto the floor. But instead of turning around, she made a break for the hatch.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 04:00:04

As she started to make her move towards the hatch, it felt like one of the men in black was going to be faster and stop her, but with a slight shift of her weight she managed to evade his initial grasp. She had barely taken more than two additional steps when she felt a strong hand wrap tightly around her forearm before pulling her sharply in the opposite direction of where she wanted to be. As he drew her to his chest his grip tightened to hold her firmly in place till they could extract her from this hell.

Etain attempted to wriggle and struggle her way out of his grasp but it was near impossible, Coz’s strength far outmatched her own. Knowing pleading and begging would do no good as they worked for Paddy and more importantly her father, she was left with only one option. Clearing her mind of all other thoughts, she used his grip against him as she cocked her head just slightly to look up at him. With his face in sight two words screamed out silently inside her head as the mana wormed its way to her intended target.

Almost instantaneously, Coz’s grip loosened and with an genuine “Sorry Mistress” she slipped away from his grasp and started back towards her point of potential escape. She held her breath as she moved, knowing that the other black-clad Irishman wouldn’t give up so easily and she could feel him springing into action just behind her.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 04:00:07

The partygoers were starting to react, as their orgy of sex and drugs descended into an inexplicably violent nightmare. The commotion from below was growing by the second. Young people were screaming in panic, running to and fro with no apparent purpose, panicked as much by the encroachment of the real-world into their heretofore consequence-free environment as they were by grim reality of grisly death in their midst.

Etain tore her way through the chaos, but she knew she couldn't outrun her father's men. Then, just as she could feel the man closing on her, there was a scream like a banshee, over which she heard him cursing in consternation. Risking a look back, she saw the naked form of Tuesday on the elf's back scratching at his face - had it not been for his goggles, he'd surely have been blinded.

But then the other Coz grabbed her by the hair and with his free hand shoved the nozzle of a small cannister directly up her nose - her enraged screams instantly took on a different timbre as she dropped to the floor and started writhing around amid long ropes of her own mucous.

Seeing that his quarry had stopped to watch in fascination, the first Coz pulled off the goggles that had just saved his eyes, letting them hang around his neck. "Mistress, fer the sake o' Saint Mary, look at yerself. Now, we can drag you out of here in the same state as yer wee mate here, or ye can pull something over yourself and walk out to the car with some bleedin' dignity."

Even as he spoke, her view of him and his approaching partner clouded over as the room rapidly filled with colored smoke.

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 04:00:11

Etain watched in a mixture of surprise that gave way to horror as Tuesday tried to help her and was then summarily reduced to whimpering on the floor by a talented member of a security detail. Next thing she knew, he was giving her options, none of which really appealed to her. In her head Coz’s voice slowly melded into her mother’s that often chided her in that way that only mothers could. Right now, she wasn’t about to have any of it. Her eyes locked on to the now exposed blue eyes of Coz as she let loose her tongue.

“Dignity? Ye want to stand there, a lapdog of Padraig and a slave to my father and talk to me of dignity? Remember, mine was stolen from me two weeks ago! Or so I was reminded again and again back home. Y’think I want t’go back to that willingly? To be locked away in my rooms again, against my will?!”

Her voice was rising along with the intensity of her emotions as she nearly spat forth each word with a venomous anger. In a way she was airing dirty laundry, but the panicked crowd around her couldn’t care less.

“So I should return to a land where there is a price on my head? Paid for by blood money in the name of revenge? No Seelie treaty is going to stop them. Are the two of ye going to protect me then? Padraig too? Why should I go back to Eire with a target painted on my back when I could just disappear here?”

She was so caught up in the moment, in her anger, that when the other Coz had moved himself in behind her she was immobilized in his grasp before she even had a chance to side step it. This time he was smart, his arms coming under her own and locking behind her neck as he pinned her to him and with the slightest turn to his left he took his partner out of her line of sight and left her with no way to move her head. Almost immediately the fight went out of her. She went red-faced but silent and her body resigned to what would be about to happen.

She was going home.

The next words that left her lips were for her captor’s ears, flat and emotionless, such a 180-degree turn from just seconds before.

“If appearances are anything, all me things are downstairs. Everything that will identify me to those Yank cops ye seem so eager to get away from. Not to mention the money…. Good luck explaining that, or making those facts disappear when they have concrete evidence that a Daughter of the Tir was wrapped up in something like this. They’ll have a field day with it.”

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 04:00:40

Most of his face still covered by a gas mask, the runaway couldn't see what effect her tongue-lashing may have had on the blue-eyed Coz.

Blue eyes...BlueEyes...she hadn't even known his name.

"Target secure. No one comes in here till she's oot," Coz said quietly to no one in particular. Out of the very corner of her eye, she could see him rooting about in the mess on the floor and coming up with someone's jacket - a man's, it would be long on her.

Around them there was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, as some tried to flee through blocked exits, others raged in absolute powerlessness at whatever had ruined their party, and the cold water of reality splashed across women's hearts, reminding them of their public nakedness like Eve in the Garden.

And over it all, Tuesday screamed, though her wails were now turning into desperate sobs as she ground her nose into the floor, slapped at it with her hands, and shook her whole body in desperation - a picture of unstoppable physical agony, she looked up at Etain, her face now completely covered in mucous.

As he worked, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, Coz continued to speak - "Access that footage - spot her bag - and have three men including a supervisor secure it...bollocks to you, Yank - you don't like it go talk to yer Captain, though he won't be able to stop me kickin' yer trog arse meself."

Then his voice was in her ear - "Mistress, Mr. Costigan is going to let you go so that you can cover yerself. But this is no time fer games. We can't tranq you, since yer clearly high on Saints know what. That means the moment either of us suddenly does anything daft, or the moment we sees anything out of the ordinary, it's the pepper for ye. Now, I need to know you understand."

Etain
Monday 8/11/70 04:00:47

Etain nodded dutifully, as best as she could while the other Coz still held her quite tightly. The previous warmth of the building was rushing out, leaving wisps of cool fresh air wrapping around her bare skin. She shivered slightly against the sudden chill.

“I understand Costello.”

As soon as she was freed from the captive hold she didn’t try to run nor did she have the energy to cast anything to aid her getaway. Instead she just kept her gaze upon Tuesday and the pain she was in. All because of me… Her heart ached, though she barely knew the girl there was some kind of bond that was forged in the last 5 hours. Perhaps it was the drugs, perhaps it was fate. Either way Etain felt she had to do something to help the girl.

She let Coz slip the coat around her shoulders, but she made no immediate attempt to put her arms through the sleeves. It was large enough that it covered her nudity all the way to the mid-thigh area. Her next movements were slow, deliberate as not to do anything that would instantly have her on the floor in as much pain as Tuesday was. Coz didn't make idle threats.

She took a tentative step towards the girl. When she wasn’t stopped she kept going, one foot in front of the other till she kneeled down before Tuesday and her eyes said all the words she couldn’t. A thousand apologies in a single glance, sealed with a soft kiss to the girls forehead and a whispered “I’m sorry.”

She looked back over her shoulder at the Coz’s and begged for something to stop the girl’s pain.

“Please, she doesn’t deserve this. I’ll leave the building with you without any more trouble, if you just help her, if you make it stop.”