Discount Haunting

Players:

Betsy

Alessia

Tamesis

Wesley

Setup:  A privately run haunted house offering scares and thrills throughout the holiday.  It’s near the Central Park area taking up a large lot.  Every day from the first of October until Halloween, they added a new train car sized structure to the hub.  Today is the penultimate day as they’ve finished it all up and it’s huge.  The hour is just after dark and there’s a short line up forming to get in.

Tamesis walks down the road with a big smiles on her face this is one day she can just walk around with out fear. She heading for the haunted houes.

Alessia was glad the inner most layer of her costume was a nice heavy cotton. It wasn't cold, but if her outfit was as filmy as it looked, it would have been. Layers of purple, gauzy wisps of material from pale thistle to indigo, belted with a silken rope of green embellished with gold, fell in points just past her knees. Red hair fell in curls, twined with tiny springs of silk lilacs, over her shoulders, so that her wings, purple spangled with gold and green and laying close to her back, could be seen. Glittering tights, green ankle boots, and a purple eye mask completed her costume. Back home, tonight and tomorrow were huge holidays, with feasting and celebrating, wild costumes and revelry. That was what had urged her out tonight, it was her second favorite holiday, and a good scare was just what the night called for. Stepping into the end of the line outside the haunted house, to wait her turn, eyeing the structure curiously, wondering just how /good/ the scares would be.

Wesley took a different approach towards a warm costume. He incorporated a large coat. Of course, there isn't much about his costume that really screams costume other than a generally dark color scheme and a black headband with a metal plate across the forehead, engraved with some sort of symbol, mostly obscured by his bangs. He yawns lightly, almost loosing the cheap vampire teeth he picked up to make the costume just a little more costumey. He walks towards the line, hands deep in his pockets.

Betsy is already there, she wears a snug black dress, cut along the sides with holes. On her back are a small set of bat wings that peek just past her shoulders. Her head is adorned with black ears to fill out the bat costume. She shivers a bit... but at least she doesn’t look bad doing it. Sacrifices.

"Step right up!" A little dwarf appears from the front door wearing a little tuxedo complete with coat tails. His nose is unusually long and furry, his eyes gleaming with mischief. His voice is particularly loud as he gestures toward the door. "Within you will witness the most terrifying spectacle of your entire lives. If your sanity can stand it, dare to enter! No charge! Just... walk right through..." And he cackles a little witch like laugh, opening the door for the next couple of people to enter. This will bring Tamesis up to be eligible for the next group.

Tamesis didn't think of how warm her outfit wearing a tight thin spandex outfit. she smiles hearing the little man and start to run and giggles like a small child. She stops at the front door and pays the fee and then walks inside.

Alessia runs her hands up and down her arms, out of habit from when they're bare, watching the people ahead of her, seeing the various costumes, just smiling to herself at the more silly ones, and admiring the more daring and scary ones. Stepping up close enough to the building as the next group is admitted to feel the waft of heat from the entrance, the heat of bodies in dark, enclosed spaces... being scared before they even set foot inside. A little shiver up her spine, chest tight for a moment, wondering if this was a good idea. Groups meant people, meant likely stumbling and shoving in the dark. But it's too late, and she's moving through the door rather than bolting and causing a commotion, Taking a deep breath to calm herself.

Wesley pokes Betsy's shoulder a little, shooting the girl a grin as they enter. His vampire teeth are pathetically cheap, and don't really fit him quite right as he enters the haunted house. He strides confidently through the door, all machismo.

Betsy turns to look at who poked her. She grins, "Ey, Wesley... " She looks him over, "Nice teeth..." She winks and turns to move into the haunted house following the boy.

The dwarf leers at the ladies and ignores the men. The room that he motions people into is pitch black... there are sounds from within... a scream breaks from deep within. The dwarf chuckles as he waits for everyone to enter to close the door and leave them in such thick shadow that it seems unnatural as if the light itself were being sucked out by a vacuum.

Tamesis giggles and looks around. She feels some fear she shrugs it off since that’s the point right. She looks back when the door close and spot Wesley and grins more. she walks up, "Hey Wes I didn't think I would see you here"

Alessia either ignores or doesn't notice the leering look, hands squeezing her elbows before her hands fall to her sides. The sudden lack of light has her tipping her head forward, shutting her eyes a moment to try and get a little better night vision, and maybe assure herself of her grip on herself. Fingers curls into loose fists a moment, trying to force away the hyperawareness of being alone in the dark with who knew how many strangers. That was the /point/, to be scared!

As the dark swallows up the group, Wesley squints out into the dark. True darkness is unsettling to say the least. Night vision does nothing without a source of light within the room. At Tam's voice, Wesley speaks, this fake fangs distorting his voice greatly. "Hey Tam," he says, heading for the other side, his coat brushing the edge of Betsy's wings.

To Betsy's credit the room does /not/ sudden have a purple aura to it. Ok, so she's not so tough to not be effected by the eeriness of that darkness. The room does feel a bit oppressive... bloody hell, the mind is wandering... back on track, this is for amusement.

"Welcome!" A voice booms in the room with lots of reverb and delay. "You will head forward... you wall walk... and you will know fear. That's the point but do you think it will be that simple?" And at that, a green light flashes on. The walls seem to be smooth and white but faces seem to press from beyond them, forming demonic shapes and hands claw; it's like elastic. There are moans and people begging for release. "Help us! Redeem us! Save us from our sins! Please!!!" There's a door ahead and beyond it can be heard the sounds of a saw; someone shouting and babies crying.

Tamesis has not night so is in the dark for real. She jumps at the voice and looks around until the light turn on. She see smiles, "this place is great. She looks up at Wes and then Bes, "lets go" she starts to go to the next room

Alessia winces at the voice, glad her senses don't involve sensitive hearing like some folks'. A chuckle at the over the top address, fingers tucking a curl behind her ear. Blinking as the light flashes on, taking in the walls a moment with wide eyes, only to chuckle. "Reminds me of Nightmare on elm street.. tha' one where tha faces appear under his skin.." A glance from under her mask the girl who seems to have put together quite the elf costume, moving along behind her. Not wanting to be stranded alone, thanks!

As the lights cut on, Wesley stares at the walls, his shoulders squaring as he makes himself seem larger. Yes, Wesley, you're going to intimidate the haunted house. Wes continues forward, flinching rather amusingly as the wall gropes at him through the elastic. "They really worked on it, huh?" he says a little louder than is necessary.

The lights cause Betsy to move to the center of the room. Her goal: not to be fondled by spirits of the damned. "It seems a bit simple, really. Right?"

The floor outside the door is metal grating. There's a screen or something below that shows a fuzzy snow like flicker; sort of like a TV about to die. There are moments where it flashes so that one can see bodies; torn up in various stages of death. Above, fluttering can be heard like bats and ahead, the saw sound gets louder.

Very suddenly, the wall to the left falls down into the ground and a person there screams 'RAAAA' smacking a chainsaw against metal bars to generate sparks. He's dressed in a leather butcher's apron and his mask is meaty looking. He smells like raw meat even from 8 feet away. The door behind closes. There's only one way ahead and it looks like spiders might be all over the entrance...

Tamesis giggles some more and looks down at the floor grating and looks at the bodies. If that was real she be real freaked out but nothing real here just stuff to scare you. She stands there, "Cool! Like… like a… a gor house!" She then jumps and screams as the wall falls away and she sees the guy. her back is ageist the other wall.

Alessia picks her way along the grating carefully. Heels are a bitch, even low ones like on her boots. Squinting down to try and make out the flashes of bodies and things, before the wall drops away. She gives a start, warmth rushing over her with the boost of adrenaline, a squeak before she laughs at herself. Blowing the 'butcher' a kiss to be a smartass and try to regain her composure.

Wes starts at the scream, shooting the chainsaw wielding butcher a look, stepping back from that particular wall just at tad, bumping into Betsy. "Looks like they got a lot of people involved though," he points out.

Tamesis sneaks forward and stands behind the other two. she reaches other and wraps her arms around Wes left arm. She decided to stay close to him knowing what he can do and feels safer with him.

"Jesus Wes, he can't hurt you, he's only got a chainsaw... pah..." She laughs and nudges at him, Betsy draws strength from the boy being jumpy. She has to be tougher than him, yes.

The smell of meat and yes, blood becomes more apparent the further in they move. The darkness is not quite all encompassing but there are strobes that make it harder to see; playing with the eyes. It leaves shadows to dart out of the corner of one's eye and controlled bursts of air come from little nozzles both above, below and to the sides making it feel like something flew past. More screams, more noise... and someone begging for their very life before a shotgun blast goes off. It sounds -very- real.

Wesley makes a face at Betsy as Tamesis grabs his arm, glancing down at the girl. He gives a resigned sigh before continuing to trod along. "Why don't you go over and give him a hug then," Wesley teases in his horribly mangled voice. He frowns, pulling out the fake vampire teeth, putting the wet things in a coat pocket. The gunshot causes him to flinch a little as well. "They put a lot of effort into this."

Alessia shivers, biting at her bottom lip, trying to stare ahead into the strobe dazzled darkness. Hands rub together in front of her, fingers chilled. A deep breath, before the shotgun blast makes shoulders give a jerk, her whole body halting for a moment. No, just part of the effect. Maybe they recorded a real shotgun blast, and all. They wouldn't ... the smell of blood makes her stomach less that rock solid, and she's eager to get away from it, figuring forging ahead is her best option, so she keeps moving.

Tamesis shivers at the gun shot and then looks around and nods, "To real this is very scary" She looks around looking for the speakers trying to prove to her self that this all a recording

The Brit's eyes close tightly to the shotgun blast, "Ok, ok, this is really well done..." To well done given her recent bouts of fun. "How long is this thing?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take it! Please! No! Not my hand! NO!!!" *Thump, Squish, Scream* That's just ahead and as the intrepid party presses into the next area they're just in time to see someone running around to the right just out of reach without a hand; blood swelling from the stump. It's a man who suddenly is welcomed with a spear straight through the back. Gore bursts from his chest as he falls to the ground and the lights go out again... and there's a sound like blades scraping on a rusty pipe... and a low chuckle.

Wesley trudges forward, stepping more quickly as the house gets more extreme with every change of scene. "Holy shit!" he cries at the display of gore, pulling closer to his friends, moving just slowly enough for them to keep up, gaining on the girl in front of them.

Alessia stares for that first few seconds in shocked, stark horror. Too real.. she's seen enough to know that looks /too real/ for her tastes. She can swear she can almost taste that copper penny taste of blood in the back of her throat. "Old school justice.. pretty damn scary.." Murmured with a shudder, feeling a dreaded, familiar feeling down her spine. She had to get out of here, it couldn't be too much longer, could it? Eyes shut at that chuckle, breathing quickening. Was just a sound effect.. was just an effect.. telling herself to make her feet keep moving, if more slowly than before.

Tamesis blinks and shivers and close her eyes at the gore, "Who would make this so scary" She holds on tighter to Wes arm and whimpers some. She opens her eye and peeks at the gore and close it tight again.

The lights are giving bets a bit of a headache, she oddly enough ignores the scene of gore a bit more than she should. She looks down at the ground and decides to try not to throw up. Which, in most cases, is a good plan.

That scraping continues and then there's a sound like blades cutting through the air. The speakers in this room -really- throw their sound well. It sounds like it's right over a shoulder then the tell tale sound of cloth ripping... flesh tearing... a woman gagging and on her own gore. Then the door ahead opens and a seven foot tall furry beast bars the path belching out a roar before tearing away down the path.

Alessia feels cold now, wanting to cover her ears like a child. She can't even sit through one of those movies in her own home anymore, without feeling sick. That huge beast looming makes her give a shriek far louder than the squeaks and murmurs of before, stumbling as she jerks back a step, misjudging her balance and flailing to try and not fall on her rear in less than graceful style.

Finally, something in this place that doesn't scare Wes. The sounds cause him to gag, but the beast just gets a "yeah, so?" expression from the boy. He is now up with Alessia, forming a tightly bound group of 4. Wes's arm reaches out, grabbing Alessia's arm to help her keep her balance, the strong limb having little issue getting her back on her feet.

Tamesis opens her eyes and sees the beast like Wes she not scared of it. Hell she sees beast at school all the time. The sound on the other hand makes her shivers and whimper. She don't dare to let go of Wes (good thing she not super strong).

Betsy trails along after the three others, using them to block the views of the weird lighting. She begins to hum to herself. She does peek up a bit watching them, and mostly so that she doesn't trip.

The doors all close. The sound all goes out. The lights die. It sounds as if the power just went out with a declining volume ending in a loud POP!! The -entire- place is dead silent but for breathing. Quite... anxious... breathing.

That bolt of surprising fear completed that dreaded feeling, a sensation that was like getting too close to an exposed live wire. There's no time to slip away from the helping hand and just fall, even if she's grateful someone would try to catch her. Muscles in her arm twitching under his grip, doing her best to slowly slip away and not tear herself out of his well meaning hand. The rush of touch disorienting her, dizzy and swarmed with other emotions not her own. Feeling as if someone is holding onto her, just a little uncomfortable, but giving her a boost of pride at being a 'protector'. The problem is the confidence in the ability to catch her is outweighed by being grossed out. On top of her own queasy feelings, she coughs in order not to gag. Masked eyes turn to him, flicking red hair out of the way. "Thank ya." Just loud enough to be heard over the noise. She has to get out, has to. Head starting to begin that slowly building throb she'll curse by the end of the night, and with no control, this is just the sort of place she could hurt someone. Muttering cuss words under her breath, hands rubbing along her arms. A shiver as everything.. stops. "This ain' funny, y'all." whispered.

"No problem," Wes says, drawing up into himself. As the breathing starts. He starts looking around as he squares his shoulders in the dark, readying himself for the next scare. Apparently, his reflexes err on the side of 'fight.'

Tamesis whimpers in the dark and holds on to Wes tighter, "What happen is there a power outage are we trapped?" She looks around but can't see much since no night vision

Betsy takes a breath in the darkness, thank heavens for the lack of crazy lights. She looks around. The temptation is resisted again to provide her own light. "So... where is the fun...?"

The breathing continues. But nothing else. There's no other sound outside. Not for several long moments before a whisper; barely loud enough to be heard. "You... should... beg... for... your... lives..." A distorted piano begins to play all wild and broken up with warble effects all over it. The walls glisten as a light fades in overhead. They're bleeding vast quantities of blood which begins to gather on the floor and fill up...

Alessia clears her throat, hands cupping her elbows again. Another shudder, and she's ready to start getting impatient and angry when the whisper comes, and the light comes on.. "Oh hush up.. jus' let me outta here, ya morons. This is gettin' old! An' yer ruinin' mah boots! Ah like this pair, ya know. " Trying to quash her fear, focus on being angry and trapped. Head dropping, a breath sucked in, trying to keep that fear and anger to herself and not oozing over those with her, like the blood coming down the walls.

"Son of a fucking bitch," Wesley says, moving to the center of the room. He looks around quickly. "Ah, hell, stage blood stains like a bitch," he says, watching the approaching pool, glad he's wearing black shoes. New Yorkers, yay!

Tamesis whimpers and the voice and looks around once the lights turn on and sees the blood on the walls, "Okay that’s sick and wrong" she stays with Wes and frowns, "I hope that’s not real."

A sharp breath comes from behind the trio, and there might be a soft violet glow lays beneath the coloring of the lights, "This is not good... where is the cheese... where is the lameness... I think I'm going to puke."

Tamesis whimpers and nods, "This is to real there no need for that.” She holds Wes, "This is so gross I hope it does not get on my shoes"

"You think this is funny." The voice seems terribly amused. "You think that this is part of the dwarf's game? You don't believe. But you -will-. You will all understand soon enough. When you drown in the blood of my victims and taste the end of all things... you'll believe. And I'll feed. It's not over yet... but don't worry. You have very little time. Embrace and call yourself lucky to know the exact hour of your deaths."

Alessia turns her head slightly towards the proclamation of possible puke-age. " Oh please don'. Ah'm a sympathetic puker. " drawled quietly, trying to ignore the blood oozing walls. Another shiver, fingers rubbing together furiously, like awkward icicles instead of fingers. Stilling at the amusement in that voice. " Hey, this ain' funny, or scary, anymore. Ya don' let us outta here, yer gonna have some sick people on yer hands. This is jus' sick an' twisted, ya hear? " Hands fisted, shouting without real direction. There wasn't much holding out that anger, if anyone else in the room was susceptible to empathy, anger would start building in slow waves over their own emotions. " Ah dunno who beat ya up an' took yer lunch money, but it wasn' me, and Ah demand ya let us out!"

"Cute," Wes says, crossing his arms. He is not amused. "Bets, what do you got?" he wonders, looking around the room. "Let us out, dip wad, or we'll let ourselves out," the boy declares loudly.

Tamesis looks at the two and frowns not sure how they are acting so brave. She then nods her head and look up, "Uh yah like they said you don't want to get up mad"

Betsy closes her eyes, "Then we can change the rules of this little game... " She balls her fists, "I really don't want to be here anymore..." The purple glow increases. Her fists seem to have an aura to them... or maybe that is a trick of the light.

"Escape if you can... but despair," The voice says as the light intensifies. Chunks seem to fall from the tops of the walls; hands... fingers... feet... eyes... the gore will have to pour for some time before it gets to anyone's feet (since they're elevated on a grated walk way). "But if you don't... and you are claimed..." Suddenly the blood bursts into flames but only at the walls. "Then we shall dine together for all time in torment."

Alessia.brave? No way! She was just getting pissed off and scared, and being pissed off was way safer than being scared. A shift of eyes over to Betsy, looking up to see if there was another light source to provide the purple.. no. Hmm. Eyes studied in silence, but now was not the time to geek out and feel relief that if she was outed here and now, she wasn't alone. Then the added effects have her hunching closer to Wes in reflex, though she's not /quite/ touching him. " Oh gawd.. gonna be sick. " Whispered, before the flames erupt. Oh hell. Eyes move, searching for any crack, crevice, that might be the way out. "Let us out, asshole." all but snarled, even as she's moving down the grated walk, away from Wes and the others, to look for an exit.

Wesley sets off the direction they were going, approaching what must have been the intended exit. His hands are balled into fists, his shoulder's squared. He's ready to break something, now.

Tamesis looks at the flames and whimpers louder. When Wes leaves her side she falls to her knees and keeps looking around at the flames, "We are doomed" She whispers.

The door itself is slightly ajar but not all the way open. Someone on the other side starts beating on it, screaming loudly "Help me! Get me out of here! Please! Someone fell in the... the blood! Please!" There's genuine panic in the person's voice.

Alessia looks over as Wes is closing in behind her. "Ah dunno Ah can open that. " She is, in truth, rather petite. "Get back!" Screamed at the voice on the other side, trying to make them hear over their own noise. Fingers curl in floaty wisps of her skirt, ready to try and kick the door open if it comes to that.

Betsy closes her eyes, "I think... I have... just... about... had... enough... of ... this ...BLOODY... nonsense!" Her fists ball up and she strides towards the door eyes opening. Hopefully the person on the other side moves. The purple haired teen punches the door with all that she has...

Tamesis looks over at the two of them with powers to help in this unlike hers. She looks at the flames scared what would happen to her plant body. She close her eyes and shakes her head and reopens them. she stands and walks to the door and places her hand in with Alessia and help pull.

And that door bursts straight off of its hinges and is tossed down to the ground with a loud clatter. The person on the other end did move and she screams out as Betsy makes her attack. There are bodies floating in the blood and the opposite door is shaking as others bludgeon it from the other side. "Is anyone in there?" A muffled voice shouts. "Come to the door! We can get you out!"

Wes looks at the bodies, then quickly to the person. "They still alive?" he asks quickly, taking off his jacket, shoving his headband into a inside pocket. He hands it off to Alessia. "Hold this." He scans the bodies for signs of life, wanting to get as many people out of this unfunny hellhole as possible.

Alessia jerks at a brush of Tam's skin, head jerking to look at the girl with the brief flash of fear of the flames. A swallow, lips licked, fighting the mental picture of her red hair going up in flames. "It'll be all right." Quietly, sounding more sure than she felt! Even trying to smile before she's taking Wes' coat out of reflex, clinging to it. Breathing was getting more rapid, the pain in her head building already to the point she wants to do nothing but lay down and close her eyes.

The bat girl takes a breath and then eyes the other door. Her knuckles are torn, blood drips from her fingertips. "Is that door locked?" Before she gets any answer Betsy moves to try the door in the next room.

Tamesis she moves into the other room trying to get away from fire in the other. She looks around and frowns, "Okay this is getting to real I have a feeling those screams were real and I think the bodies are too"

"They... I don't know... they... they were hurt... and there was so much blood... and... and..." She rambles a bit, trying not to totally give in to panic. "One of them... I could see spine... and I could se... I don't think they're.... I don't think they're okay." And the door bursts open before Betsy gets there. There are three men covered in gore. One of them looks as if he's taken a flogging to the face. "Hurry!" Beyond them, the door is open to the outside. There are police just beyond, trying to contain the crowd.

Wes grits his teeth, disgusted and furious at what's happened, not to mention terrified at the idea that those dismemberments he witnessed were the real thing..." He walks over to the panicking woman, lifting her up to carry her towards the door. "What the fuck is this place?!" he yells at the men. Again, New Yorker.

Alessia felt every minute passing with another notch to the tension in her body. Soon, the threat of sickness will be very real, already tasting the acid burning in her throat. Following Tamesis away from the flames, eyes fixed on the panicked girl. "It'll be…" Before the door bursts open, then that one man's face makes her give a short little scream. Unthinking, using Wes' coat to protect her hand, gently pushing Tamesis ahead of her. Eager for the fresh, colder air.. needing out. Focused solely on that.

Tamesis keeps moving as fast as she can wanting to be out in the fresh air again too. She looks back at Alessia not sure why she’s panicking now. She doesn’t know she transferred her fear to this girl

There is a moment when the violence churns in her head, there is an intensity to her personal glow, something areas extended from her hands. But it is quick. The fresh air meets her, and the blades vanish. Betsy runs towards the door, and out.

Tamesis stops not far from the exit and looks back looking for Wes knowing he can out run her on his worst day. She calls into the house, "Come on Wes get out of there!"

Alessia drags in a deep breath as soon as she feels that cold air on her skin. Eyes running over the police uniforms, a sort of anchored feeling of comfort that slowly spreads. Lungs still working to drag in the fresher air and expel the nastiness she's inhaled. Head throbbing now, starting to feel that lack of connection with her limbs. Clutching Wes' coat, looking around for him, even as she's working to avoid being touched. One more hand on her skin before she gets her head together and she'd be useless and laying on the ground.

It doesn't take long for Wes to get out, the panicking woman in tow. He starts looking around angrily. "Where the hell is that twisted little midget?" he asks, voice full of venom as he sets the woman down. He walks over towards Alessia, holding out his hand for his coat as he continues to search.

Tamesis nods forgotten about him and frowns. She start to look for the little man as well, "I going to give him a piece of my mind."

Alessia hears him before she sees him, tossing him his coat before he can get too close and risk brushing fingers. Hands hugging arms, dazedly looking around the chaos to try and find a way out and /home/ before she becomes a disaster, or worse, outed somehow. A crowd was bound to hold some anti-mutant zealots, these days, and she was in no shape to run, or to try and hold them off. Let them deal with the dwarf.

The dwarf seems to be under the control of the police. There are a whole lot of them here in fact and they're about to breach this creepy ass place and take it down once and for all. The patrons who escaped are obvious: they're gore covered and freaked out looking. Paramedics are here and they're helping the people who were actually hurt.

So much for her pretty purple outfit, spattered with stuff she didn't want to think about. Darnit. A glance at the dwarf as she's walking, trying to find a clear path out, and her baser nature wins out. Eyes lock on him a moment, and she does her best to force him to feel not only her pain, but some of the pain and terror around her. So 'loud' and 'bright' to her, she doesn't even need to stretch her abilities to do it. Little rotten bugger deserved it. She'd just do penance later, when she felt guilty for it.

"Hope you burn in hell, you sick fuck!" Wes screams at the dwarf before turning to his friends. "I'm suddenly really glad the underclassmen didn't come," he says to Betsy.

Tamesis don't have any power to punish him and so she just charges the little man. She don't care about the cops all she wants is a peace of him

The cops will actually catch Tamesis as they put the little dwarf into the car. They try to calm her down or look for whoever is around to stop her from continuing the assault. "Anyone know this lady?" They don't seem to want to arrest her. That's nice of them at least. The little bastard Dwarf sees Alessia and when he gets in the car, he freaks out... goes into a panic filled rage and starts tweaking out.

Alessia takes her mask off, tying the ribbons for it around her wrist. Eyes are made up, but nothing so sparkly or obvious as her mask. Still just steadily watching that little jerk, until he starts freaking out. Then her seemingly calm face changes, taking on a smile, winking at the little man in the car. Keeping her eyes on him as long as possible, while starting to walk away, heading for a clearing path of people making way. A pause as the cops call out, wondering if she should speak up, or if Wes would.

Wesley looks over at Tamesis, walking over. He physically lifts her off the ground, making a point to do it in such a way as to not draw any more attention than lifting the green girl itself will. "Calm down, Tam,' he says, heading back over towards Betsy.

Tamesis soon stops fighting the cops, "fine but if he don't fry I will hunt him down". Once she set down and she sighs and walks over to the paramedics, "Can I help I can hand out blankets or water or something"

Alessia stops watching the dwarf long enough to see Wes claim the girl, before she's giving him a half wave in farewell. Another look towards the card, before she's doing her best to slip into the crowd and disappear. Destination? Either a stiff drink, then home, or straight home.