[Post Step Right Up] Should have listened to all the things I was told

[ooeeooahah]

[ Day after the fall of the carnival, Morning, Phone, filtered from drones ]

[ Ilsa’s voice is rough, but this time it sounds more physical than her being morose. ]

Just checking in with everyone, sorry for dying on you this time. I’m going to take a sick day from the office, but if you need me, I’ll be at home most of the day.

[ Afternoon, 1126 Taylor Road ]

[ Ilsa hasn’t heard from Tarvek since she fell through the vortex tunnel in the fun house... and not just on the phone. So she’s knocking on the door, intent on checking on him.

As usual for her after one of these events, she looks like death on a cracker. ]

[ Evening, somewhere around the neighborhoods, maybe in the direction of Kramden Road. Maybe. ]

[ Ilsa is walking home, and might probably be way off course. This is, in fact, the first time she has deliberately gotten blind, stinking drunk since coming to Mayfield.

You might want to talk to her before she starts singing. ]

Comments

[Phone]

[notintwopieces]

[...Oh. She died. That would probably explain why the call he made to her didn't get a response from her.

At least this time, he's able to at least pretend to be happy again. It's not very convincing, but he's decidedly better then he was before, and getting better.]

Hey there, Doc. What happened?

Re: [Phone]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She coughs, lightly, and away from the phone. ] Sorry about that. I got trapped in the basement of a house, and the smoke got me, I think.

[ She's also speaking a little louder than usual, but it isn't shouting. ]

[Phone]

[notintwopieces]

[He grimaces, and doesn't seem to notice how loud she's talking. He's used to really loud sounds. It's his weapon, after all.]

You got caught in a fire??? I'm sorry. You ok now?

Re: [Phone]

[ooeeooahah]

Will be, in a week or so. Sooner if nobody else is seriously hurt. Worst part is I didn't get any new information out of it, at least at first glance.

Evening

[nyanpire]

[Everyone was coming back, and the creepy carnival was gone, and he had missed Ilsa.... so, even if it was a bit past his bedtime, Nyanpire thought it would be good to check on her. There was a good chance that she needed some cuddles.]

Ilsa?

[He's on her front porch pacing back and forth, waiting to maybe be let in. And he can't smell her... he just smells something that's a lot like the punch at prom. Huh.]

Ilsaaaaaa....?

Re: Evening

[ooeeooahah]

[ There is a faint call from the back of the house. ]

Nyaaaaaanpire....

[ Sounds a little like Ilsa, but strange. ]

[nyanpire]

...Ilsa!

[There she was! He could follow the sound of her voice! If it sounded funny, well... well, when he got there, he'd see why it's so funny.

He bolted around the house as fast as his little legs could carry him, eyes wide. Where was she? Was she okay?]

Nyaa, I missed you, Ilsa!

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is on the patio, stretched out on the lounger as if she were sunbathing.

But it is nearly midnight, and there is an empty whiskey bottle under the lounger. ]

Hey, kitten - how'ya doin', hon?

[ She stretches out her hand, wiggling her fingers at the right height to scritch his head if he were close enough. ]

[Phone]

[shadowflashkick]

-He frowned at this bit of news...-

Might I ask what happened?

Re: [Phone]

[ooeeooahah]

The whole bit, or just the death thing?

[Phone]

[shadowflashkick]

Mnn... I think it'd be best to start from the beginning... after you disappeared, that is.

Re: [Phone]

[ooeeooahah]

Fair enough - it seems that about a week ago was when the fun house opened. I only remember about 12 hours out of the last week. Three of us were teaming up to investigate, and I was separated from them on the stairs.

[ She coughs, away from the receiver. ] Sorry about that.

In the basement, I ran into Calleo, and we went out the vortex tunnel. I found out later that he went through immediately after I entered it, but I came through the next day.

Evening

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier spots Ilsa walking through the neighborhood, and notices there is something off about her. Upon approaching her, Olivier can tell that something wrong is too much alcohol.]

Hey.

[Loud enough to be heard, but not enough to startle, she hopes.]

Do you need some help getting back to your house?

Re: Evening

[ooeeooahah]

[ Getting closer, Olivier can tell there's more wrong than the alcohol - the mass of greenish bruises around Ilsa's eyes are partially covered with an eyepatch, and her hands are bandaged to the elbow. ]

Wanna go home... not here.

[queen_of_swords]

[Olivier grits her teeth.]

I can't do that for you. But let's get you someplace where you can sit down and relax for now.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa weaves a bit, draining the last of the fifth she's carrying with her. ]

Damn town... stupid, freaking, sonofa....

[ She tries to get another drink from the empty bottle, and stumbles off the sidewalk into someone's fence. ]

1126 Taylor

[atent_dead]

[Never mind that Granny woke up in a strange place. She has other things to worry about]

And yer out of bed because...?

Re: 1126 Taylor

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa responds with full respect accorded to a senior priestess. Even if Granny Weatherwax is not one. Everyone Knows This.

Her voice is hoarse and a trifle loud, as if she cannot hear herself. ]

I'm checking on Tarvek, Madame Weatherwax.

[ The bruising around her eyes is not quite apparent behind her sunglasses, but the bandaging on her arms and hands is a little loose. ]

Re: 1126 Taylor

[atent_dead]

Drone. Bits and bobs 'round here I assume are his, so it ain't permanent. Ye shouldn't be up and about.

[Bluntness: It's an art form.]

Evening

[pnshandnslv]

[Now that he had recently acquired a strange looking uniform... similar to that of a policeman's uniform, and yet not... Barricade stalked the streets that night. During his false-patrol, he came across Ilsa.]

... Do I even want to know?

Re: Evening

[ooeeooahah]

[ ilsa does a strange bit of straightening up and then looking at him before she relaxes. ]

Oh, good - not one of the empty ossifers.

[ She closes her eyes, winces, and then breathes out. ]

Officers. Hmph. I can say it.

[pnshandnslv]

[He blinked... and tilted his head at her as he lofted a brow.]

Yes. Of course you can.

[A sigh escaped him as he shook his head. Eyes narrowed as he looked over over.]

Where are you going?

phone

[perfectsymmetry]

Ilsa... Did you make it out okay?

Re: phone

[ooeeooahah]

No, hon. I died again. Symptoms point to smoke inhalation, but there's some thermal damage as well. Not like the old days when they reset us as good as new.

[ Her voice is rough, and a little louder than usual. ]

[perfectsymmetry]

O-Oh, I'm sorry, I wish I could have helped. I-I wasn't able to do much though.