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As willing as I am to let him squirm, I suppose for my own sake I've no choice but to go after Gabriel. It's a pity, really - even when the tables are turned, the Admiral still manages to keep us under his thumb.

In any event - someone mentioned the basement being promising, so I'm headed in that direction n -

[The feed crackles and pops - a curse is audible, and the sound of pounding feet for a moment, before transmission flicks off. About ten minutes later, it switches back on. Irene wounds winded, furious, and shaken - although she's doing an excellent job of hiding that last bit.]

Those of you who are serious about getting out of this hellhole, I suggest you avoid the kitchens.

[Private to Gabriel]

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

[Private to Shego & Atia]

As your wardens are the ones I'd trust least to come through this in one piece, an assurance that you intend to go after them would be much appreciated.

[Irene is so conflicted about whether she wants to rescue Gabe or not, after this :| Also, the ghosts'll be taking the forms of her ex-husbands because LOL UNDEAD SPOUSE. Uhhh... if you want to spam it up, feel free to do so in the comments. I am going to be a bit slow what with the move coming up, but I should be around some.]

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[Mixed with the static, there's some sputtering, splashing, choking sounds, followed by some gurgling, another splash, and more gasping.]

Irene, you- [ANNND THE REST IS CONVENIENTLY BLOCKED OUT BY STATIC. And, you know, the sounds of Gabriel trying not to drown. Having to actually use your vessel's lungs sucks.]

Do you know where you are? Gabriel.

God, I hate technology.

Gabriel?

[There's silence for a really long time. How is his journal still working after all this? SCIENCE DOESN'T KNOW. After a moment, Gabriel breaks the surface of the water again and tries to stay up.]

The Ri- Ca- ton. What --- you --ink? [Sarcasm doesn't work when you can't really be heard. He goes under again and then comes back up, sputtering.]

No fu- clue.

[Irene sighs] There's the angelic asshole we know and love.

Look, do your best not to die, all right? I'd really like to get back to the Barge in one piece and I'm not sure retrieving your corpse counts.

[It's her own, er. Unique brand of reassurance]

[Coughing and sputtering and then...]

Don- -ain -self or -ything.

[Her voice is saccharine with false innocence]

Pardon? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that.

[Gabriel can't talk now. He's trying not to die. :|]

See you in a bit, champ.

[Aaaand Irene out.]

It's not as if I want to be marooned in this fuckhole, is it?

I should hope not; there would be something seriously amiss with you if you did.

As I know nothing about you, I've no idea whether you're competent to rescue someone, so - if you need assistance, I'm willing to provide it.

I resent being placed in the role of some common soldier. Whoever, whatever, is in charge of this place, has a sorely diminished view of apt responsibility.

Since everyone rushed off by themselves, I'm afraid I've not the slightest clue where I am in this sordid little residence of horrors. But should you find me, I'd not refuse help, no.

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Yes, well. Needs must, you know.

All right - in that case, just do your best to stay out of trouble. I'm going downstairs to see if I can't find some trace of our wardens; I'll let you know what I discover.

He's leaving with me if I have to drag him out by the neck.

I doubt that will be necessary, but I'm glad to hear it. I leave him in your exceedingly capable hands, then.

Actually, it might not be a bad idea if it was our exceedingly capable hands. I just spoke to Banner aaand he says Creation's Lamest Angel is someplace nearby.

Well, that certainly saves me the trouble of having to hunt him down floor by floor. And I'd be glad of the help - all I want is to get the hell out of here.

I'm at the staircase near the library.

I'll be over in a second. Try to ignore the fact that I'm dressed like a classy hooker, it so wasn't my decision.

Given that I seem to've been dressed with similar intent, I'm in no position to judge.

[Aaaand Irene's lounging against the banister, wearing a slinky purple evening gown and smoking a cigarette intently]

[OOC: I won't be able to do this until a little later, but should I go ahead and set up a log for Irene/Bela/Shego(/Donnie/Warren)?]

[Shego, for her part, is wearing the L-est of LBDs with a green sash around the waist, and she's still trying to get over the fact that she's now back in regular Caucasian mode after fourteen years of greenness. She finds Irene with reasonable ease and lifts a hand in greeting.]

I'd ask what your super secret alter ego is, but on the other hand I am more than okay with using your actual name.

[OOC: Sounds great. UBER THREAD HO.]

[Irene returns the gesture, then scans Shego, raising an eyebrow at her clothing. She'd thought she was dressed provocatively - she was wrong about that.] You weren't kidding. I'm taking this as further proof that the Admiral's a man.

Sofia Hawthorne, defense attorney. [Irene rolls her eyes] I much prefer my own identity, honestly.

My warden told me not to rescue her. I'm not sure if it's some misguided sentiment or a test of my character.

Hm. How very strange. But a pointless gesture, if it's meant to be a test: we have personal, very selfish interests in going after them.

Do you intend to search for her, is the real question, I suppose.

I'm going to search for Edward Nygma. If I find Halliwell on the way, that's probably for the best in terms of how she regards me.

Ah, very good.

This should be a cinch for you, I'd think, Doctor. 'The only thing to fear', and et cetera.

I admit, I am curious as to what exactly is going on down there. If they are merely hallucilations, it promises to be amusing. If they are corporal, well. We all remember the zombie port.

[She can't entirely suppress a little amused snerk]

Yes, indeed. I suppose you'd better cross your fingers they're spooks of the mind and nothing more.

Is that supposed to be some kind of backwards reference to the zombie port? Because that was out of my control.

I wouldn't call it backwards - underhanded, perhaps, but not backwards.

It was out of your control because you allowed it to be. I told you that self-defense training would come in handy after that, Doctor, and yet here we are.

A cunning mind is worth little if you aren't able to ensure your bodily safety, you know.

You seem to do that quite often.

If anything, a cunning mind does ensure safety in normal circumstances. Unfortunatly, the Admiral delights to removing any slight indication of normal from our lives ever week or so.

What can I say? The method's served me well.

Yes, well. At least it's not us in those cages. This time, anyway.

[Horror, Crane doesn't like the idea.] I hope to think that the wardens would be obligated to retrieve us and quickly. Unlike the inmates it is rather expected of them.

Seeing as I've heard nothing of my own keeper, and I don't particularly fancy venturing out on my own... Having the angel owe me a favor wouldn't be objectionable. And if Tony decides to make an appearance, I'm sure he can rescue himself.

He'd certainly think so, at least.

Are you sure you want to venture out in this? It may become ugly, although I'll confess I wouldn't say no to your company. Shego and I are going to retrieve our respective wardens.

Hey, I need to find my warden. Can I come with you? I have a gun and I know he's downstairs..

That depends. Are you going to slow me down?

I don't know.

[She sighs]

... All right. Try not to get underfoot.

Okay. I invited Warren too. He needs help.

I told him we could meet in the sitting room.

Whatever.

I'll be there in five minutes.

[Five minutes later, Irene practically blasts through the doors of the sitting room]

[Donnie's already standing there, in his school uniform (http://a.imageshack.us/img178/7170/donniedarko248.jpg), talking to Warren. His gun is tucked lazily in his pocket, enough not to fall out but not particularly secure. When he catches sight of Irene, he smiles and waves.]

My invitation says I'm a student. I guess they weren't very original.. My name's supposed to be Jacob Graham, but I prefer Jake.

[She walks up to the other two and parks herself in front of them, one hip cocked to the side. She's wearing a deep purple evening gown and what looks to be a ruby necklace]

Sofia Hawthorne, defense attorney [she clipped, looking unamused] I haven't the faintest idea how these aliases are meant to be helpful.

[Donnie shrugs in typical teenage fashion.] I don't know. I kind of like the name Jake, though. Maybe I should just go by this all the time. I had this friend, Gretchen Ross? She said she had to change her name when her psycho dad was trying to kill her and her mom.. she chose the name because she liked it. I think that's kinda cool. I mean, fff.. I don't know. Maybe I could change my name.

[She waves a hand dismissively] Jake, Donnie, what's the difference? "That which we call a rose," and whatnot. It doesn't change who you are, just what you respond to.

[Her eyes flick down to the handle of the gun protruding slightly from his pocket, then back up to his, and she gives him a tiny crooked smile] We've really got to stop meeting like this.

That was "Romeo and Juliet," right? I always hated that play. Juliet was such a bitch.. I don't even know why Romeo wanted her. [He scoffs as if this is important in any way, looking a bit flustered at the idea.

To her amusing display, he offers a wide and slightly nefarious smile.] We could always make out. Then you wouldn't have to wonder anymore.

They were both exceedingly weak and exceedingly foolish, I'll give you that.

[She rolls her eyes a bit] I'll grant you persistence, but I've got more important matters to attend to. [She fiddles idly with the pendant on her necklace] My warden is somewhere below us - have you checked the second floor at all?

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Private: Assumptions ahoy! lastvoyagesooc/654905.html?thread=13899065#t13899065 :D

Go find some butler to order around or something.

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Private - Bela may crash this party also, if that's okay? HOT VILLAIN CHICKS UNITE?

Private - That is 101% okay!

Private - YAY.

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OOC: IF IT'S NOT, I can have her get eaten by a wall or something. :|b

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Thinking it's not PAINFULLY obvious what they're meant to do.

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He's so worthless. :|

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