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January 12, 2000 |
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World's End Bar...
Yosannah seems to debate over her order before waving to the bartender.
Calder smiles politely to Yosannah.
Yosannah studies her barmates.
Danyea mutters to Calder, "Mostly.... a... to recover... My... is... now.. that could... of... aren't... would... them to... Night... myself."
Yosannah says "Hey, there."
Damen appears suddenly.
Yosannah nods at Calder.
Damen brushes some sawdust off of his suit and glances around the room.
Blake appears suddenly.
Calder nods and hugs Danyea again.
Blake sits down at the booth by the bar.
Yosannah removes the straw from her drink and sticks her finger in the glass, apparently trying to dig out the fruit at the bottom.
Damen spies Yosannah and heads to the bar, sliding onto a stool next to her. "Hey sexy. Off the wagon again, I see." Damen taps the top of the bar, ordering a glass of wine.
Yosannah jumps at Damen's voice. Obviously not aware that he had sat down. "Dude..! Jesus."
Danyea glances down the bar to look at Damen. "Hey stranger."
Damen grins at Danyea and offers her a wink, "Heya darling....been awhile." Damen smiles at Danyea, "Meet my soon to be better half...." He jerks a thumb at Yosannah. "If you haven't met her already."
Danyea looks at Yosannah, "No, I haven't. Hello"
Damen says "As you can tell by the way she addresses me....she regards me as the second coming."
Yosannah removes her finger from the glass, "Hi."
She offers a smile and reaches across the bar for a napkin.
Danyea smirks, but refrains from comment.
Damen grins and leans over to kiss Yo's cheek lightly, "This is where you roll your eyes."
Yosannah rolls her eyes on que.
Calder chuckles softly.
Damen continues, "She was a tough nut, Danyea. I had to shoot her to get a 'yes'."
Yosannah shakes her head and sips her drink, "...oh brother.. here we go.."
Damen sips his wine.
Danyea says "Umm, odd way for true love to strike.. but more power to you."
Calder says "Well that's one way."
Damen nods sagely, "Cupid went hi-tech."
Danyea says "I see."
Yosannah just shakes her head. "How do you two know each other?" Yosannah thumbs at Damen and Danyea.
Danyea grins, "We once fought over the same woman.. many many years ago."
Calder chuckles. "Oh, dear."
Damen quirks an eyebrow up at Yosannah's glass, "What are you drinking?" He pauses at her question and shrugs nonchalantly. "That and we both like walking in a particular graveyard."
Danyea chuckles softly and finishes up her coffee.
Yosannah stumbles over her words.. "ahh. Whiskey sour..."
She looks between the two, "Which woman is this? Cause I know there are sooo many."
Damen smirks, "A gypsy....Foreign...I never spoke of her."
Yosannah nods.
Amanda appears suddenly.
Damen gestures at the empty glass. "Want another or do you want to keep foraging for fruit?"
Calder sees Amanda and smiles, turning his head. "Hello, there."
Danyea says "Damen, it was nice to see you again."
Damen smiles, "And you, lass."
Danyea looks at Calder, "Son.. I'll see you later."
Calder nods and smiles at Danyea. "Be well Mother."
Danyea flickers for a time.
Yosannah says "She's your mom?" she asks while nodding at Damen's question, "Looks more like your sister."
Amanda smiles. "Hi...mind company?"
Damen chuckles softly, murmuring alcoholic and orders a whiskey sour for Yosannah.
Yosannah ignores Damen as she regards Calder.
Calder says "Yup, she's my mom. I got two good looking ones."
Yosannah laughs, "How's that?"
Calder says "I have two mothers, both knock outs."
Damen nudges Yo, "Danyea is of Chaos."
Yosannah shrugs at Damen, "So."
Calder says "They are both shifters."
Damen rolls his eyes.
Yosannah says "And...?"
Calder says "And so I don't have a father. And well Nightingale doesn't believe in genetics. I shoulda been a girl except she wanted a son. She bore me. So technically maybe Danyea is my father."
Yosannah turns to Damen, "Are you following this?"
Damen says "I already -knew- this."
Calder says "Welcome to the wonderful world of shape shifters. Believe me, I never inquired as to exactly how I was made."
Yosannah shakes her head. "Okay. Whatever. New topic."
Amanda sits down at the bar and does a bit of gawking herself. "Calder...you're...uhm. Wow. You look amazing."
Calder smiles and hugs Amanda as she sits down. "Hello, there."
Calder says "I came from Arcadia."
Yosannah nods as if all makes sense now, "sure. Arcadia." She turns towards Damen, "I need more fruit."
"It was a more formal place. Court of the Faerie Queen."
Yosannah feigns understanding, "Oh, of course."
Damen says "Arcadia."
Yosannah makes a face at Damen, "I get that part."
Damen says "Hey...you didn't get the whole shapeshift thing....didn't you ever play with silly-putty?" He thinks on that, "Don't ask me where I was going with that...couldn't tell ya."
Yosannah just laughs. "Touche'"
Caligula takes cigarette into hand, flicking some ashes on the floor beside him. He exhales and makes for the bar, trailing smoke behind him like a locomotive.
Yosannah says "Listen, I happen to like silly-putty... the kind you got in the Captain Crunch box was the best." She reflects, "But they used to also give you that damn wacky walker.. that sucked, didn't it? But.." She pauses and stares at Damen. "What were we talking about?"
Damen says "The fact that you're not getting any sex tonight?"
Caligula's brow lifts briefly as he slides onto a stool. A vague wave of his hand and a nod to the bartender and a drink is filled and set on the counter in front of him.
Damen's eyes go distant.
Yosannah eyes the cherry at the bottom of her glass again.
Caligula nods a silent thank-you to the bartender, taking up his glass with his cigarette hand. His free hand slips into one of his pockets, fishing around for a moment.
Yosannah regards Caligula out of the corner of her eye as he shuffles about.
Damen says "I'm at the WEB now....sitting next to her at the moment. Care to take a look at the collar? Or do you even want to get involved with this? My fiance' happens to be graced with the presence of Pestilence." Damen appears to be in a serious conversation, as his demeanor darkens.
Caligula pulls his hand out of his pocket, squints at something for a moment, then slips it quickly away again. He exhales a sigh, and tosses back the contents of his glass in one go.
Yosannah quickly snaps her head toward Damen, "Daaamen. Shut up." She looks around to see if anyone might have been paying attention.
Caligula glances over at Damen, then Yosannah as he sets his glass aside again. One brow is quirked, but faintly, and briefly.
Yosannah pushes her glass away and tugs repeatedly at Damen's shirt as if to interrupt is thoughts. "Okay. Let's go."
Caligula ashes his cigarette in his empty glass, before turning and looking over his shoulder at the room behind him.
Damen reaches out blindly, but manages to take Yosannah's hand in his own, "Hold a sec. I'm talking to Fiona about the collar."
Yosannah holds on a second but mumbles "Who the hell is Fiona."
Damen squeezes Yosannah's hand.
Yosannah sits still. She looks down the length of the bar. Obvious look of embarrassment on her face; she forces a meek smile.
Caligula turns around once more, lips pursed slightly. He squints for a moment at Damen, then tosses his cigarette in his empty glass, and rises to his feet.
A faint smile plays over Calder's lips.
Fiona appears, grasping Damen's hand.
Damen smiles, "Yosannah....Fiona....Fiona....Yosannah."
Fiona steps gracefully into existence.
Yosannah nods at Fiona and then turns to Damen, "This isn't the place, you know. "Christ, Damen."
Fiona seats herself, studying Yosannah with a raised eyebrow.
Damen shrugs, "I know...but it's the first time she's been free."
Yosannah argues with him, "You could ask me before you start telling people about this." She nods at Fiona, "No offense miss."
Fiona continues to regard Yosannah intently.
Yosannah looks between Damen and Fiona, "I feel like a goddamned Guinny-Pig here you guyz.
Fiona says "We could go elsewhere, but I have already made a preliminary diagnosis."
Yosannah bites her lower lip, "A preliminary diagnosis..."
Damen raises an eyebrow. "I hope it's good."
Fiona says "Not particularly. Would you like to hear it here?" Fiona looks around the bar, meaningfully.
Damen looks to Yosannah. "Up to you, lass."
Yosannah looks at Damen stupidly, "Ah. No."
Damen nods. He glances at Fiona. "Mind coming to my place?"
Fiona says "I suppose not."
Damen's Ranch in Montana...
Damen says "Anyone for a beer?"
Yosannah shakes her head, "No thanks.."
Damen nods. "Fi? Corona? Wine?"
Fiona says "No thank you."
Damen nods. "Then to business."
Fiona asks Yosannah, "Are you comfortable speaking about it, here?"
Yosannah crosses her arms and nods, "I live here most of the time, so sure." She smiles at Damen, "Right?"
Damen nods, "Aye, lass." He smiles.
Fiona says "There is definitely some sort of second consciousness entrenched within you."
Damen nods, moving his hand to rub his jaw thoughtfully.
Fiona says "It appears to exist in some sort of symbiotic relationship with your body. It transfers certain energies to you, which it subsequently feeds off of."
Yosannah stands. Just listening.
Fiona says "The collar seems to inhibit it from coming to the surface. I suspect that if it were simply removed, if a simple way could be found, that the residual energies that it left within your body would kill you."
Yosannah chuckles uncomfortably, "Well. That's comforting."
Damen crosses his arms, "I know what the damn thing does, Fi....I want to know if I can get rid of it. I don't know if the collar I constructed will hold it indefinitely......" His voice trails off at Fi's last words. Damen says "Well...."
Yosannah mimics, "Well.."
Damen finishes, "...shit."
"Shit. What do you mean. Shit!" Yosannah asks.
Fiona says "I don't know how long the collar will hold it. It would take time I don't have to come up with an accurate answer."
Damen nods, thoughtful. "Perhaps I'm just looking at this whole thing the wrong way."
Fiona says "You appear to be in the middle of some sort of domestic dispute."
Damen grins, "But we call it foreplay."
Fiona purses her lips. "Do you need any more of my advice?"
Damen regards Fiona. "So, basically what you're saying is you can't offer anything more than a diagnosis."
Fiona says "I am saying that it would take a great deal of time and effort to extract this thing. And that it might kill her. It also does not appear that she desires it to be extracted."
Damen raises an eyebrow and turns to regard Yosannah.
Fiona says "Unless I am misunderstanding something?"
Yosannah looks between the two of you, "Hey, I guess if we just leave it there and it doesn't bother me.."
Damen says "She said you might not want to get rid of it."
Yosannah eyes Damen, "So she did. What am I supposed to do about what she says?"
Fiona folds her arms and waits.
Damen frowns, "Fiona....can I call upon you a bit later?"
Fiona says "You may."
Damen nods, not taking his eyes from Yosannah. "Thank you."
Fiona says "Good evening to both of you."
Yosannah nods "You too."
Fiona turns, and steps forward, leaving behind a rainbow tinted afterimage.
Yosannah moves toward the couch. She plops down with a sigh.
Damen begins, slowly. "Fiona has a few talents...anything she might suggest or say...I take very seriously."
"What are you get'n at, D."
Damen says "Do you want to be rid of her, Yo?"
Yosannah snuggles into a pillow, "Of course I do..."
Damen regards her silently. He doesn't say a thing.
"What do you want me to say?"
Damen shrugs, "The truth."
"The truth is, it's getting late and I've been drinking, and I'm tired. Aren't you tired. We could stay in a watch a movie. Maybe order some takeout. Do they have takeout around here?"
Damen smiles after a moment. "I'm sure I can get some."
He rubs the bridge of his nose. "Romance? Drama? SciFi? Chinese? Cantonese? Italian?"
Yosannah smiles, "All of the above."