[IC] 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. (Page 44)

Natasha Brinne
Location:La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Skills: Stamina

	Natasha looked over to Cecily and shook her head slightly. As far as she was concerned she had gotten enough favors as of late from people she didn't know. The most recent had someone snooping into her private life all because she was trying to help someone. She wasn't about to add to it. For all she knew she would end up having to give a DNA sample for this one. "Thanks but no. I'll take care of the rental when we get to the airport. Couldn't get a flight out today but have to head there anyways. Rental place is there. Not dare asking El Snoopy for a ride back on his jet," she said as she looked away and wrapped her arms around herself. 

	It was more than obvious that the day was taking its toll on Natasha. Sure she wasn't currently in chemo but she was still recovering and that could take years. Yet the woman was trucking on. All those years pushing herself when she was an intern, the morning runs, the late nights. This was just another day. As far as Natasha was concerned you could sit in bed and feel like shit, dwell on it, and end up feeling worse or you could keep going and maybe, just maybe, take your mind off the pain for a few minutes here and there. Those little breaks when she didn't feel the last months of chemo weighing down on her more than made up for the shit storm rumbling through her mind right then. Hey, at least her rumbling was better than what Liams had been. 

	At Cecilys words Natasha quirked a brow. It did sound like something was related. Granted submerging a body to destroy evidence wasn't exactly a marker. So many killers did it from what she had heard of back in India. Yet, the fact that all three were associated with MSS made her pause. "Sounds like someone is targeting MSS employees," Natasha quipped as she glanced back over to Cecily. More glad than ever that she had decided to pack her shit up and get the hell out of there. It was time to make a break for it. 

	Liam was giggling away in the mean time. His little hands swiping this way and that, pushing the brown... yeah you know what it is... all over the floor, over himself. He really had a knack for the dirty arts. A Poo Prodigy one might say. I am sure Cynthia would have approved.@Lady Amalthea

Riley, Roy, & Priya
Location: On The Road Again - Deadlight District
Skills: N/A

"Well we need one more guy, and an old sixties van and we would have the full set." Riley said with a light laugh as she watched Pyira climbing into the backseat of Roy's car, she then proceeded to climb into the front seat next to Roy. She reached over and started to strap herself into the seat, looking over towards Roy's partner once more and gave her a friendly smile. Riley then turned her attention back over towards Roy when he asked what they wanted, and thought about what she was craving. "I'm either craving some pizza, Mexican food, or maybe some hot wings?" Riley asked.

	Priya let the Scooby Doo comments go on as she watched the two interact. Riley gave her a friendly smile, which she returned, but she still wasn't ok with her tagging along, especially if they were all going to go to the safe house together. Was Roy asking for Riley to be privy to the evidence? Priya was also sure this town wouldn't be able to do pizza justice like back in New York. "I could go for some hot wings."

	"And here I was going to suggest shawarma," Roy said as he back up out of the parking space and then drove towards the parking deck exit. He did't know if these girls would get the reference but he knew Cecily would have. He wondered if she was okay as he turned out onto the main road and started heading down the road. "I know a wings place that's on the way. We can hit there. How hot do you want them?" he asked as he pulled to a red light and stopped. 

	Riley leaned back and itched her back for a moment looking over at Roy making a Shawrama reference. "Like the ending credit scene in the Avengers or something right?" Riley asked, remembering seeing it in theaters a few times though Cecily was more of the comic fan she sometimes did get the references from time to time. "I like mine really hot." Riley said, she always preferred her wings really spicy.

	Priya nodded her approval. "Spicy is preferred." She left it at that as she waited for Roy to get moving. She was growing restless by the second. Why Roy suggested Shawrama was beyond her. She liked Shawrama, but not for a quick bite to eat. She settled into the backseat and let her thoughts wander. 

	"Yes! Exactly! Like the Avengers, just call me Ironman," Roy said grinning as the light finally changed and he continued down the road. Nodding as the girls said they wanted something spicy, he figured that would make ordering a lot easier. "So who wants what to drink then? And so you want sides or dips? Faster I can dart in and out the better."

"Ironman is pretty badass." Riley said with a smile, as she looked over at Priya through the rearview mirror for a moment, she got the feeling that she either didn't trust her or just plain didn't like her. But she decided to remain quiet about it for now, her attention then turned back towards Roy asking for what kinds of drinks that they wanted. "Coke would be great and a side of fries with ranch sauce." Riley stated, that's what she always had every time that she and her friends or bandmates would always go out if they wanted to get wings she would always order that.

        Priya met Riley's eyes and let them linger. She didn't care if the girl felt her distrust or not. "Coke is good for me also." She didn't want a side or anything, she wasn't super hungry, but she did want something to eat before they dove into all of this. Priya looked at the evidence she gathered with her as they drove. Hopefully, the truth was in here. Or, at least, the right direction.

        Roy nodded and ended up heading towards the Deadlight District. It wasn't long until he was having to stop again. Apparently there had been some huge accident. The beat cop was directing traffic around the entire scene as people were trying to clean up the remains of one very dead man. "I am so fucking glad this isn't my district," he mumbled to himself as they drove slowly passed the carnage. Roy perking his brow as he spotted a cat just sitting there and licking blood stained paws.

        Riley's eyes wondered over towards the window as she watched the traffic getting busy again, seeing the accident that was there. She wasn't exactly sure what happened, as she watched people trying to clean up the mess she noticed that there was a cat there as well. It reminded her of her own cat when she was growing up, she was really fond of him when she got kicked out she never got to find out what happened to him. "I wonder what happened there." Riley asked before turning her attention towards Roy. "Know anyone who works on this district?"

        Priya looked over as well. Thankful she wasn't a traffic cop considering the damage she saw. Especially the cat with blood on it.
 That was just disturbing. "Looks bad." That was all she said as that was all that needed to be said. She felt sorry for those involved, but things seemed to be taken care of.@Nallore

Mali Anson

Location: Spa
Skills: N/A

The sound of the door opening is what managed to snap Mali out of her potential plans to wrangle Relic into doing something a normal teenager would do for once. Zoie's sudden (from her perspective) appearance was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Rather, for an instant her heart forgot what the hell it was supposed to be doing until it was slapped in the face and reminded that it pumped blood.

"Oh. Hey. From the sound of things, they're treating me better than you, but I'm not allowed to move my face for twenty minutes." She could have said more, but decided against it. Zoie was in a phone call, and she didn't want to interrupt any important business, or worse be told that she'd need to shut her yap because the person on the other end had more important things to say than her.

Zoie looked over at Mali and gave a nod. "That's good. Remember if you need or want anything, just ask," she said as she with a smile, her accent slipping away for the most part before giving another wave as she had when she first spotted Mali and heading out of the door. Dr. Johnson caught Zoie in the hallway before she get fully off. Seemed the two exchanged some words before Elizabeth came back into the room. 

"Came in with Mrs. Crawford?" she asked as she stepped back over to Mali and held out the water bottle for her. 

"Yeah, her treat even," Mali replied as she took the offered water bottle and fussed around with the cap for a bit. The thing didn't want to twist off, and it took a couple of tries and using her robe as a handle with better grip to get the piece of plastic to come off properly. The real challenge was keeping her face from scrunching up in exertion during the whole affair so the mask didn't get ruined after having it on for only a couple of minutes.

"That's nice of her, don't usually see her in here treating someone," Elizabeth seemed to quip. 

"I take it she comes here pretty often?" she asked in return after finally getting in a sip of the water.

Elizabeth nodded as she climbed back onto her stool and got comfortable. "I see her about once every two months, I believe Wayne sees her weekly," she said in a passing manner as she snapped on a set of latex gloves. Reaching out she touched Malis forehead to check on the mask and see how it was setting up. "Oh that's doing wonderful."

"Is there anything else that you're going to need to do once the mask finishes what it's doing? Or should I be good to whatever else it is that Wayne and/or Zoie have planned for me here?" Mali found herself starting to fidget a bit given the lack of things to occupy her body with. She had a feeling that if her seat had had any extra features like wheels or a rotating seat and she was left to her own devices once more that she would bounce around the room for lack of anything better to do.

"No, once it is finished, I will remove it, add a moisturizer and you will be all done. Wonderful thing about this one is there is no down time. Others you have to keep your face covered and out of the light for a day. Some leave the face raw and red for days," Elizabeth explained. Many times facials were a pain. They were never done the day of an event yet this one could be. Granted its effects didn't last as long as others did but that was the trade off. It wasn't long before Elizabeth was finishing up with Mali and pulling her gloves back off. "And I think that covers it. Should be ready for Wayne and whoever else Zoie has lined up for you."

"Thanks. See you later," Mali said, waving as she left the room. Sure chances were that she'd never meet Shela again, but the automated farewell came out by pure force of habit. Now free of facial masks and allowed to emote once more, she looked around for Zoie, Genny or Wayne or anyone at all that she knew to give some indication of where to go next. She'd avoid having to wander around the spa looking like a child abandoned mid shopping trip who had to ask where their mama was if she could help it.

It wasn't too long before Genny came around the corner and smiled over at Mali. "Ahh, all finished? Wonderful. Time to take you over to [a href="queerty-prodweb.s3.amazonaws.com/wp/d…. She will be doing your make up for the evening. I was speaking to Zoie and she was telling me about the event you two are attending tonight. Sorry, she is with Wayne right now getting her hair finished and then she is meeting you for a meal before you go have your hair done while she has her make up taken care of."

Motioning for Mali to follow her she led her over to what looked your typical seat and mirror to have ones hair done. The only difference was instead of hair supplies were rows and cases of various make ups. Standing chewing gum and popping bubbles was a woman who stood about six feet tall, black and aqua blue hair, large eyes, thick make up on.. Wait, that wasn't a woman. That was a man, or wasn't. Grinning as she spotted Genny she spoke and it was clear. She as a drag queen. "Darling! So what have you brought me today?" she asked. 

"This is Mali, you are to take good care of her. She is with Zoie," Genny said and the woman nodded. 

"Got it love. So you are the one the entire shop is buzzing about. I can see why. Aren't you just spectacular!"

Mali looked to the left and to the right. Seeing that there was nobody else Dolores could have been talking about Mali pointed herself.

"Really? Me?" A small part of Mali sat back and doubted that the store was actually talking about her, and this was just a way for the store to garner returning customers, but that was almost entirely drowned out by how flattered she was. Blushing like a schoolgirl, she took her seat in the unoccupied chair, ready for whatever the drag queen had in store for her.

"Oh hun yes. One, you came in with Zoie so that raised brows. And just look at you. We get a lot of snot nosed brats here trying to all look like carbon copies of barbie. You though, oh girl, you are you. Strong, stunning in more ways than one, an original. So, tell me, I have to know. You a client of hers or something more?" Delore asked as she leaned back against the counter, she was bubbling and looked about to burst with curiosity. 

Now here, Mali was faced with a serious conundrum. The exact details of what their relationship was supposed to be was never established, so there was no 'canon' explanation to choose from. She could say that she's a client, which would be enough to fill her role as a cover story and be the least likely to clash with anything Zoie might have said to any other of the staff members. However, that wouldn't really satisfy her or Dolores. It was too drab, and . But if she said something more than that, she might accidentally go too far and make Zoie mad.

"I'm not sure I'm at liberty to say," she replied with a cocky grin, choosing the hidden third option of playing at being coy and secretive. The look on Dolores' face told her that the secret was likely more interesting than the fact of the matter. All she had to do here was capitalize on it and they'd both be able to walk away happy. Or happy enough.

"Oh you tease! That is salacious!" Delore exclaimed as she clapped her hands together. Flipping her teal hair off her shoulders she grinned as she popped another bubble. "Okay darling, well let's get you all set up. Get ready for your close up," she added with a wink before turning around and starting to go through her various make-ups, pulling out several and holding them up close to Malis face so she could find the ride shades that worked with her skin.

"I don't know if you've been told this, or how much it'll affect your choices, but Zoie and I are- will be attending a party later tonight. A high class event." It still was awkward saying the words out loud in a way that didn't come off stand-offish, especially when you had to mention it multiple times within the span of a couple hours, but those were the breaks. She didn't want to accidentally get something applied that looked good but was not appropriate for the event tonight, requiring poor Dolores to have to start all over from the beginning.

"Don't you put any weight on those broad shoulders of yours girlfriend. I got the dl from Genny. Big todo, we've had several in here today getting done up for tonight. I got you covered,"

Delores said and popped a bubble of gum and gave a wink to Mali. "Now, just relax," she added as she got to work getting Mali 'done right'. 

Well, at least she didn't have to worry about that. All there was for her to do was sit back and try her best to stay completely still. Wouldn't want to suddenly fidget while a mascara brush was millimeters away from the eyeball.

Delores did her thing. While the woman may have been a bubble gum popping drag queen, she wasn't near as over the top as Wayne was and once she got into her zone she didn't utter really a word as she worked. Concentrated on the task at hand instead of trying to fill the air with meaningless conversation. It wasn't long before she was done and had Mali, in her humble opinion, looking spectacular. The make up was fresh, simple and rather understated. Except for the eyes where she gave a thicker liner to draw attention. "You are going to knock them dead tonight, girl."

"Thanks, you did a great job," Mali replied as she checked herself out in the mirror, taking in all the little changes Dolores had made from different angles. With my luck, she thought, after all this effort put in to look pretty for tonight, it'll be raining outside, and neither her nor Zoie had brought an umbrella, ruining much of the benefit derived from this whole excursion. But then again, maybe in such a high class establishment they'd have such things prepared so that their hard work wasn't nullified by common weather patterns.

"So all that's left is to go back to Wayne, right?" Mali asked as she got up out of the chair and began to leave the drag queen's corner of the spa. "Wait, I shouldn't be asking you, right? Sorry." Dolores just worked in the make-up department; of course she wouldn't know what else Mali had to have taken care of, and it was thoughtless to ask in the first place. Genny was the one who was keeping track of all that. Speaking of which, Mali looked around, expecting her to materialize any moment now.@DragoKnighte

Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Skills: Constitution, Marvel Universe Knowledge, Deduction
Cecily nodded, and although she didn't admit it, she was grateful that Natasha didn't like the idea of her contacting her parents for help. She felt obligated to offer, but not having to do it filled her with a small sense of relief. She really didn't enjoy what she was envisioning that conversation would be like. It'd be worse than the Ultimate Marvel Universe - and Wolverine watched his potential kids going at it in the bushes in those comics. If that wasn't any indication of how much Cecily enjoyed talking to her parents, then it was a lost cause. 

"Maybe I should drive when we get the rental," Cecily offered. "If you're not feeling up to it." She couldn't help but see how drained Natasha appeared. With everything that had happened at La Hacienda, combined with Natasha's treatments, it didn't surprise her at all. Her own bullet wound seemed to be healing nicely and she had driven a death trap in Justice for a few years. She could handle driving them back. 

She bit her lip - was this MSS employees that were being targeted specifically? It seemed unlikely to her that that was the reason behind it all. According to Alicia's video, she had been recruited by this group. They hadn't killed her because she worked for MSS - they killed her because she betrayed them. Maybe the same thing had happened to Kelley Breeden. Queensguard had killed her - and she was willing to bet that it could be for the same reason they killed Alicia. "I don't think they're targeting MSS employees," Cecily explained. "I think they're recruiting them - Alicia was murdered because she was trying to take this organization down. So was another MSS employee, Lorna, who was caught up in the cross fire. I think Kelley was involved in this as well - whether she was taken down in the cross fire or she tried to betray them, I don't know..."

"But at any rate, I think we need to get the death files and body of Breeden. I think I'd also like to go through the file of all female vics we've processed in the last few years - not just homicides by natural causes as well - and tag the ones that would be of interest to Queensguard for recruitment. I'm guessing these aren't the type of people you say no to - or betray."@Morose

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Iris Kingston, Jaina Sarbye, and Risa Couri
Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Psychology (Iris), Acrobatics (Jaina), Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training) (Risa)

	Risa didn't bother answering the question in French, she just looked over to Iris and smiled. "The circus," she said before glancing towards Jaina and winking. As Jaina introduced her she nodded and stood up fully taking a few moments to make a grand and deep bow, very reminiscent of the Russian Circus. "That is right, and we must find out what happened to your friend. We could use an artist to paint us some beautiful banners so people know the circus is coming to town. Red ones, stunning ones," Risa said as she spun around and bent at the hips, letting her hair cascade to the ground. "Think you can help me find her? Perhaps we could Bahzooli a person or two on the way?" she asked of Jaina as she smiled warmly at the girl. 

	Iris nodded. She supposed that it made sense - from what she recalled from Jaina's file, a lot of her insanity stemmed from an accident at the circus. If Risa had brought up the circus and Jaina switched languages, it likely served as some sort of trigger. She filed that information away mentally, noting that it could be potentially useful later on. 

"You know what would be amazing?!" Jaina squealed, her eyes wide. "Bazhooli could help! And he'd play knives with me~!" Jaina gushed. She knew all about those called the Great Bazhooli and their prowess in knives was legendary. She wiggled her toes, about to launch into another round of the giggles when Iris gently cut her off. 

"Can you help us, Jaina? Jaina?"

	Jaina tilted her head for a moment, her expression briefly souring at the doctor. She disliked Iris but she wasn't about to let the doctor spoil her fun! The last day had been positively amazing and it was only becoming more so. Soon enough, Jaina was certain, she'd get to go on an adventure with Risa, the Shadow of the Night, and find her BFF again! Cynthia would love the circus, that she was certain of. Maybe they could do a doubles act together? 

"I can show you~!" Jaina giggled. "Cynthia and I were sooooo close~ Cross my heart, hope to die, stab a needle in my eye...But that doesn't make sense, right? You'd always get the needle stabbed in...But hey, more painting materials~!"

"Yes, many more painting materials. But what you need now isn't your eyes. It's your voice. Like the great ring master. I did make you a promise," Risa said as she pulled the phone from her pocket and held it out to Jaina. "You wanted to make a call?" she asked and smiled at Jaina. "1И не волнуйтесь, у меня острые вещи. Металл - не единственный материал, который можно изготовить из."

	Jaina nodded, taking the phone with glee. She pressed in the number 202-456-1111 with glee, squirming a bit with each successive number. There weren't very many phone numbers that she could have dialed in. Cynthia didn't have one as far as Jaina was aware - which was a shame! That snapchat thing sounded like fun! And why would she rain on her own parade by calling her brother? She held the phone to her ear, holding up a finger to signal for Risa and Iris to be quiet as it rang. 

"Hiiiiiiiii~!" Jaina squealed. "I'd like to make a tiiiiiiiny suggestion - we should replace the eagle with the pink panther! It'd be so cute~! And I'm sure everyone would be a lot happier. I would know - I live in an asylum. Everyone loves pink panthers!"

"Oh, and I hope you're really good at screaming!" Jaina giggled. "Toodles~!"

	Iris had to resist the urge to hit her forehead with her palm. "Jaina, sweetheart, who...who did you just call?" Iris asked. It clearly wasn't Cynthia or any number that, in Iris' opinion, would have been helpful. She glanced towards Risa, really hoping that the translator knew what she was doing. 

"The Greenhouse~!" Jaina replied ecstatically. "Or is it white....? Or blue! I think it should be pink with sparkles. Needs more pizzazzzzzzzz...."

	Risa found herself letting out a snort of laughter as Jaina answered the question. "Probably the sanest person they've spoken to in years," Risa said as she looked over at Iris. Slowly her eyes went back over to Jaina. "Want to go see Cynthia? Could take you there if you know where she is."

	Iris felt both amused and frustrated with Jaina's choice of call. She didn't understand why Jaina had elected to call the White House - she doubted the president would want to listen to anything Jaina had to say. But then again, Iris wasn't a fan of the current administration either. "2C'est possible," Iris replied, smiling wearily. "We could bring some easels and canvas with us as well, if you'd like to paint with her." Positive reinforcement - right? It had become Iris' mantra when it came to dealing with Jaina rather quickly. She seemed to be receptive to it. 

"3Tam bol'shiye nozhi, malen'kiye nozhi, mednyye nozhi, stal'nyye nozhi, zheleznyye nozhi, plastikovyye nozhi, shveytsarskiye armeyskiye nozhi..." With each type of knife Jaina listed off, she flipped up a finger in order to keep track. For a moment, it seemed like she had run out of knives she could name. "4Kinzhaly, okhotnich'i nozhi, kukhonnyye nozhi, myasnyye nozhi, karmannyye nozhi, metatel'nyye nozhi~!"

	She clapped, before nodding sagely at Risa. "We need to go..." she paused, twirling her finger around in the air, "left! Left is the direction we shall go~! We're off to see Cynthia, the wonderful Cynthia of Oz..."

"Yes, we need to hurry. Time to click our heels," Risa said playing along with the Wizard of Oz thing going on. Lowering her head slightly she took on a more serious look as her eyes locked with Jainas. "только ты и я прав?"

Jaina giggled, looking at Risa with a bit of confusion. The madness was dancing in her eyes and although she looked back at Risa, it was clear that she wasn't entirely there. Had Risa had skills to allow her to peer into Jaina's soul, she likely would have seen it torn and fractured, held together clumsily with an insistence on constant happiness and joy. Yet there was also misunderstanding - mainly, the nature of what Risa meant when she said it would just be the two of them. "And now to crush the Wicked Witch~! The Wicked Witch~! The Wicked Witch!" Jaina gushed, before springing upwards towards Iris, aiming to kick the doctor backwards into the wall. 

"DING DONG THE WITCH IS...THE WITCH IS WITCH! THE WICKED WITCH!" Jaina cheered. 

	Iris, to her credit, had been watching Jaina like a hawk. She managed to just barely get out of the way of Jaina's kick, more convinced than with the last attack that perhaps sedating Jaina would be for the best - but the best for who? It certainly wouldn't be for Cynthia. The best clue as to where Cynthia was, after the photo album she had seen earlier, was the hurting and broken woman in front of her. While she would have preferred months or even years to work with Jaina, they had to cram all of that work into just a day - into just an hour. 

"Jaina, that's wrong. You shouldn't hurt people. If you try that again, I'll have an orderly sedate you," Iris said sternly. She was betting that Jaina would hate orderlies more than she hated psychiatrists. 

	Risa slipped around as Jaina launched. She had seen it coming, so many years training in F.A.C.S. had made is simple. Granted it didn't seem that Jaina was trying to hide her intentions. The girl was obviously broken. Not that Risa could see into her soul or anything but the way she acted, how she reacted to things, it was obvious to anyone. "Yeah, you won't be doing that doc," Risa said as she came up behind Iris and there as a feel of something sharp poking into the womans ribs. Risa had managed to get a knife passed security. It wasn't steel, it was ceramic. "Now, hand your keys over to my friend there and I won't get rough with you."

	Had someone been ready with a camera, they would have seen pure and unfiltered shock on Iris' face. She didn't suspect that the translator from the United Nations would be someone she needed to worry about - yet she supposed there had been some warning signs. Risa did seem to have a lot of familiarity when it came to dealing with mental patients. But she dreaded the outcome of this situation - that there would be another kidnapping of a patient in less than twenty four hours. She still had the FBI agent's phone number - she'd contact him, as soon as she could. 

"6Quel dommage," Iris said, her voice tinged with a bit of sadness. "7C'est une malade mental. Elle a besoin d'une psychiatre - pas d'un couteau." She then looked towards Jaina, unable to see Risa behind her. For the wellbeing of her patient, what was the best choice for her to make? Yet as she glanced down at her wrist and saw the friendship bracelet from her brother, she knew that she couldn't make this into a fight. It'd end with one of them injured at best - dead at worst. "8Ce sont mes clés. J'espère que tu peux l'aider - elle a besoin de ça. Elle ne comprend pas la morte - retiens ça." Iris then reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys, sliding them across the floor to Jaina. 

"Braaaaaaavo~!" Jaina applauded, taking the keys. "Hey Doc~! I got a riddle for you and Risa, I bet, knows the answer~! What's about to be black and blue and red all over~?!" Jaina giggled. She held the keys in her fist, with the key sticking out between her knuckles, as if she intended to use them as weapons first. 

1 - And don't worry I have sharp things. Metal isn't the only material knives can be made from
2 - It's possible
3 - There's big knives, little knives, copper knives, steel knives, iron knives, plastic knives, swiss army knives...
4 - Daggers, hunting knives, kitchen knives, butcher knives, pocket knives, throwing knives
5 - Just you and me right?
6 = What a pity note: not nearly as sarcastic as the translation makes it seem to be
7 = She's mentally ill. She needs a psychiatrist - not a knife.
8 = These are my keys. I hope that you can help her - she needs that. She doesn't understand death - remember that.

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Caesar Gonzalez

 Location: La Hacienda 
Skills: N/A

	The quartet of slightly mismatched persons of venerable ages scurried their way past the main viewing area and up the stairs to the second floor bedrooms. To say "scurried" was a stretch; the three abuelitas might have been aptly described as scurrying. Caesar himself moved with something more akin to plodding, seeing as he was still carrying the lion's share of the gear he had gathered from the basement. It was a strange day, and not just because he was giving traditional honors of interment to his only legitimate daughter. As his feet hit step after ascending step, he come to a lovely hindsight conclusion about his choice of guests and how appropriate their presence really was. 

	On the one hand, Cecily's life may very well have been in danger. The easy answer was to get her out of town until things cooled down, if they were going to cool down for her. At face value, it made sense. Caesar was headed out of town on easily explainable and understandable business, using a private plane. An extra person or two on the manifest would not be an issue. But was bringing them to La Hacienda really the best option? It was secure, yes. Safe, even. But if people knew the extent of Caesar's company's involvement with this Juno crowd, it would definitely be a location of interest if it wasn't already. Again, hindsight dictated that he probably should have re-asserted his offer for her to work for his company directly and transfer her immediately to the home office in Tennessee, using executive privilege to minimize publicly accessible paperwork. The offer was still valid if she wanted it, as he reminded her earlier, though with the current social climate now he figured it would be less likely that she would accept. Caesar had to tend to his own violently quixotic affairs before he insisted upon saving anybody else. 

	Then there was Natasha. Maybe he did make a mistake. Not in checking up on her privately; he was planning on doing that to damn near everyone he had come in contact with over the course of this series of fuckups and misadventures, now that he had his Tech team in place. His mistake came in confronting her about her association with a prominent member of Juno. Intentions noble or ignoble, he should have played it much closer to the vest. And he still didn't trust her. Not as much as Cecily did, obviously. Asking to come with them on this trip was a bit of a red flag, but again, hindsight. If any harm came to Cecily, Dr. Brinne was definitely going on The List.  

	It was easy to tell which room belonged to Thalia. Even if this wasn't Caesar's home and he was arriving for the first time, it would have been evident. It was not like cartoony stink lines were radiating from the open door, but there could be no mistaking the muffled grunts of disgust coupled with the bubbly giggles of a highly smug baby boy. Steeling himself against what he knew awaited him, Caesar approached the offending room, even as the elder women around him fell silent. 

Meanwhile, in Thalia's room...

	As Thalia did whatever she could to stand her own presence, Benicio took to little Liam as an experienced parent might, removing his jacket, rolling up his sleeves, and diving right in. He uttered many small prayers in supplication to God, Jesus, Mary, and Dama Muerte, invoking saints and reciting snatches of hymns meant to inspire patience and strength. He was underprepared for this explosion of challenging, post-digested material. He was going to soldier on nonetheless. His daughter decided to then get back to business, now that the brunt of her splatter was removed. 

	"Why would Alicia give me... or, us... something that she didn't want her father to see?"

"I do not know, Angelita." he responded as he wrestled with ass-swamped baby clothing, "She kept many things from him. And from us. Maybe it was to protect."

	"Maybe she wanted a life outside of La Familia."

"Could be. Is that why you wanted to be like her, so much?"

	"It's not like that, Dad. Alicia was so strong. She was the first friend I had after Mom died. She made me feel comfortable down here, you know, before..." Thalia trailed off, unsure as to how she would proceed without hurting her father's feelings.

"Before what, M'hija?"

	"Before I even knew you, Dad. You didn't know how to deal with a ten year old. I know you loved Mom, I know she left you and never told you about me. You didn't deserve that, and you didn't deserve a scared, lonely little girl who wouldn't even talk to you for a month. I'm sorry. Alicia's visits were the only thing that I looked forward to. Before I got to know my Familia. Violence and all."

"You look so much like her, Angel. You might have your uncle's eyes, but you have her spirit."

	"Thanks, Dad."

"Don't thank me." he smiled a little, "She could be such a bitch."

	Thalia couldn't help but start to chuckle. Tears formed, spilling down her face. But she kept laughing in a flurry of mixed emotions. "Is this where we're supposed to hug, now?"

"You're covered in shit, M'hija. We'll hug later." he chuckled, glancing to his little girl with endearing eyes.

"Let's get this over with." came Caesar's voice from the doorway. He plunked the shop vac down and began unloading the mountain of cleaning supplies. One of the women with him raised a hand to her forehead, dramatically feigning a fainting spell. Another suddenly remembered a pressing appointment elsewhere. The third shook her fist at the one who retreated, picked the "fainting" one from the floor, and began fussing at people to get to work. 

	And so, the cleaning process began. God help them all.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017
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	K, we got a little more to cover before the party at the end of the day, so we are going to keep trucking peeps. The previous cases are still going. Some have already started, some have not. No worries. Case counters are reset as of now. 7 days on each 

Case Name: Girls Day Part 2
Goal: Finish Up At The Spa
Location: Roberts Diamond Spa
Counter: 7 Days
Group: Mali, Zoie
Time to finish getting dolled up. 

	"No worries dollface," Delore said as she gave Mali a bit of a wave and popped yet another bubble with her gum as Mali stepped out of the room. Genny in fact did seem to materialize out of nowhere. Not exactly no where but from around the corner as she checked her watch. Looking up she smiled up at Mali. 

	"Right on time. Wayne is finishing up with a client. Ms. Crawford is waiting for you in Suit 3 for a later lunch. We have prepared a nice quiche for you today. Hope it is to your liking," she said as she motioned for Mali to follow her. "And we have some fruits as well. Nothing heavy, just light for now. If there is something else you would prefer we can accommodate you," Genny added as she started to lead Mali through the maze of hallways that was the behind the scenes of the spa.


Case Name: Trust Issues
Goal: Get To The Safe House
Location: Silver Miners Hot Wings -> Safe House
Counter: 7 Days
Group: Riley, Roy, Priya 
Hot wings and conspiracies, what a perfect end to a fucked up day. Let's just see if we can live through it. We have already started on this, so just keep trucking as we have been.


Case Name: Is Someone Gonna Get Bazhooli'ed? Act 2
Goal: No Spoilers
Location: Justice Asylum
Counter: 7 Days
Group: Jaina, Risa, Iris
"Oh Doc, who does?" Risa said with a chuckle as she looked over towards Jaina and slowly started to move the doctor over to the bed. "The orderly on the other side of the door that's who," she said as she pushed the doctor down onto the bed and pulled a pair of zip ties from her back pocket. An orderly was at the door, shoving it open right then and trying to jump at Jaina. All bets were off now. 

	"Make it quick and you get a knife like mine. Leave the doctor for Cynthia to paint a pretty picture with. Would make her very happy," Risa said as she grabbed her bag and grabbed her phone. The orderly lunged at Jaina and Risa slipped out of the door, leaning against the wall as if nothing was happening and keeping a watch for anyone coming down the hallway. Luckily she wasn't seeing anyone coming. Sure it might not have been a good idea to leave Jaina alone with the doctor but the orderly was top on the menu.


La Hacienda: Natasha paused for a minute as Cecily spoke and quirked a brow. "Wait, are you saying Lorna was part of this so called Juno?" she asked a bit confused. From what she had seen and been privy to it looked like Lorna had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She didn't have a branding that seemed to raise red flags with others. Her death looked to be fully business while Alicia's looked personal. Alicia hadn't mentioned that Lorna was part of the group had she? She couldn't remember exactly what was on the video that had played on the flight but that didn't ring a bell. 

"Don't worry about connections down here, I have a former mentor down here working with Doctors without Borders. He can probably give us a hand if we need it," she said as she looked down at her phone. Their car would be there soon and she was hoping the text that was coming in was altering her to that. Yet it was, but it was something that was worth looking at. There was an identical text going on Cecilys phone right then. "And that body transfer we put into place from MSS to the morgue is at the airport in Justice. So now it's in our hands," she said in a voice that was a bit relieved. It meant one less thing she would have to speak to Caesar about. As far as she was concerned now, she didn't owe him any professional courtesy. 

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Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Skills: Constitution, Deduction
	Cecily shook her head. She didn't believe that Lorna had been a member of Juno - she must have gotten in the way. "No - I think she was killed because she was close with Alicia. Maybe...Maybe Alicia confided in her. Or maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Cecily explained. She felt that had Lorna been a member of Juno, her death would have appeared as emotionally motivated as Alicia's. "She may not have even known anything - Juno might have just thought she did and decided to take care of her...If I was a secret criminal empire, like Hydra or some shit, that's what I'd do. I wouldn't take chances."

	As Natasha mentioned her mentor, Cecily nodded and finally turned on her phone. It had been off ever since the plane took off in Justice and it began to wearily receive all of the texts she had missed. She looked down, scanning the screen quickly with each vibration. They seemed to be from Riley for the most part and Cecily smiled slightly. 

To Riley:
Hey, sorry, crazy day! -C
	She wasn't really certain if there wasn't anything else to say. While she could have told Riley about everything that happened at La Hacienda, she didn't feel like it was a conversation for over text. She didn't like the idea that potentially anyone could read a text like that and it had been a funeral. The grief stricken actions taken at one should remain there - first rule of fight club and all. "We'll want to stop that transfer, then," Cecily said, noticing another text come in - one that wasn't from Riley this time. She quickly shot off a text to Roy first, however.

To Roy:
Think I've found something. On route, sans Blackbird -C
	She then opened the text that had just come in and began to read it. 

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	Between the domestically skilled hands of the remaining abuelitas and the multitude of harsh cleaning products that Caesar had brought up with him, the group of in-over-their-heads Mexicans began to make something that resembled headway in the mass decontamination of little Illiam Gonzalez. And the ten-foot radius around him. Yes, when that boy decided to wreck a pair of shorts, there was really nothing to be done but duck, cover, and believe in the healing power of prayer. Caesar was duly impressed with the boy's handiwork, though he was just a little sad that this couldn't adversely affect the kid's biological father. 

	A couple of times during this struggle of Man vs. Brown, Thalia had the idea that she might be up front about the existence of the flash drive and read Caesar in. Her father seemed to know when this feeling crept up, gave her a glare and a single shake of the head, and continued tending to his grandnephew. When it came down to it, she knew the truth of this little gift from Alicia. Proper eyes only, at least at first. It would be worth it. Plus, it was her last request of her Prima; Thalia couldn't just refuse. Caesar had enough on his plate right now anyway. All in good time; maybe she would learn something valuable to the old man. Besides, if what was overheard was correct, his personal guests were leaving very early. So they kept up the mighty battle against the forces of colonic evil, five pair of hands working from the outside going in, armed with the best disinfectants, bleach, and hardware money could buy. 

	A they neared the end of the great conflict, Thalia took it upon herself to draw a quick bath. Liam first, with a small amount of water in the tub, then definitely herself after. There was still a viewing taking place, and it would not do to look and smell like she fell into the Diaperswamp for the occasion.

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"No need to worry about that. It should be fine." Although Mali couldn't say she was the biggest fan of quiche although a big part of that was that she'd never actually had it. It always came off as something that would be at fancy 19th Century banquets, or served to a gaggle of gossiping aristocratic housewives during afternoon tea. She knew that the dish itself was like, eggs plus filling in a pie(?) crust so it'd probably taste fine, but it was just another one of those class mismatches that didn't quite sit right with her. For similar reasons, she wasn't going to request something else, so as not to burden the kitchen with unnecessary work and added wait time to eat. Idly as she followed behind Genny she took in the inner workings of the spa and was impressed by how much more to the place there was, especially in such a crowded city district.

Genny lead Mali through various hallways until things started getting darker. The lighting changed and it looked less like a spa and more like romantic restaurant. As they rounded a corner they hit a door that Genny had to open before they could enter. Inside it brightened up considerably and Genny shielded her eyes. "Sorry, should have warned you this is outdoor dining," she said before stepping out of the way. There in a small garden space surrounded on three sides of monitors. They were all playing what looked to be a video of some country location. Rolling hills, trees, a brook. The top was open fully to the sky above and the ground was done as a garden with a gazebo in the center. There was set up a rather southern looking brunch with a not southern Zoie smiling over at them. Lowering her glass she waved.

Mali waved back as she shielded her eyes from the burning California sun. She wasn't exactly sure what the purpose of the monitors was, maybe an attempt to make the little enclosure feel like it had a view where there was none, but the attempt at atmosphere was appreciated, even if she thought the dining area would be better suited to being indoors rather than out.

"So do you get through this quicker when you're a semi-regular customer?" Mali asked as she approached the table and took a seat opposite of Zoie. Now that she thought about it and after seeing Zoie's brunch, maybe she was looking forward to that quiche more than she'd initially thought. Sure she enjoyed soul food every now and then, this was the third time in three meals that she'd seen her eat the cuisine. At least a quiche was something different.

Zoie chuckle a bit and shook her head as she set her glass of mimosa down. "Not really. Actually think the longer you come here the longer it takes. Either catching up with people you have met and haven't talked to since the last time you visited or just relaxing a bit more. Though not every time do I do everything, so that does make the overall time less," Zoie admitted as she crossed her legs. 

She had let her accent fade away. Seemed she was trying to get into character for the evening that was rapidly approaching. Only thing it seemed left for her was make-up and then to get her dress on. "Enjoying it so far? Or not your thing? Find most people either love it or just don't want to bother. Doesn't seem to be a middle ground."

"Everyone here's been great and I've had a lot of fun." Well fun might not have been the most accurate word, but certainly this was the first time in a bit that she'd been able to really relax, which certainly did wonders for the state of one's sanity. And at a minimum, at least she had the chance to meet new people that she mostly didn't have to worry about betraying her.

"I don't know if I'd want to come here all the time, but I certainly wouldn't be against coming here again if we had the chance." As enjoyable as the whole spa experience had been, it was very much time consuming, and being able to regularly justify using such a large time slot towards the purpose of looking good wasn't something she could see herself doing. Appearances were also her primary motivation for bodybuilding, but at least with that she could rationalize that it came with a myriad of other tangible benefits.

Zoie found herself laughing a bit and nodding in agreement. "Oh I get what you are saying. Personally rather spend my time out skinny dipping at the pond on my farm but getting a treatment every so often is fun. Let someone else do all the work and for just a moment not worry about anything," Zoie said before motioning towards the food. "I wasn't sure if quiche was your thing but saw how much protein you grabbed this morning and how few carbs I figured I would at least have them make one without piece crust. This one is ham, swiss and, onions. This is mushroom and spinach. And this is my favorite... Chicken with asparagus with a hollandaise drizzle over it. So pick and eat up."

"Aw, that was really thoughtful of you, thank you so much." Her reaction was played up a tad, to help get in character of being Zoie's... something. But she was genuinely surprised and grateful at the thought that was put into the quick meal. Now presented with a plethora of different quiches to eat, Mali's brain automatically shifted to nutritional analysis mode. Chicken was naturally more lean and higher in protein than ham, but the hollandaise would consist mostly of fat. However, the swiss in the ham quiche would also introduce a not insignificant influx of carbs and fat. Mushroom, spinach and asparagus were all roughly equal in terms of nutrition, so in total, the vegetarian quiche was the leanest and well rounded, and the other two were roughly equal from a macronutrient perspective, with the chicken edging it out when it came to overall nutrition. So clearly she should go for the meatless dish. 

The problem with that was that Mali didn't like mushrooms at all. Back when she first had them as a child while attending a family friend's wedding, she almost ended up hurling up her stomach's contents. Ever since Mali avoided mushrooms whenever possible. She knew that tastes changed over time, and she likely wouldn't have such a violent reaction, but the echoes of a retch resounded in her throat when she thought about eating that one. So she picked out a slice of Zoie's favorite and dug in. Well "dig in" was the wrong turn of phrase. She was cognizant that she was at a high-class establishment, so it was more well paced dining than a voracious feast.

"Well of course darling, anything for you," Zoie said with a bit of a wink. She was playing it up as well but she was genuinely enjoying having Mali around. Taking a slice of her self professed favorite she placed it on her plate, along with a slice of honeydew. Looking at her plate with the bright egg based quiche there and the nearly neon light green of the melon she couldn't help but think if she just threw in something pale pink on the plate it would be just the right colors for Easter. Why that thought crossed her mind she had no idea. 

Taking another sip of her drink to wet her whistle, she then began to eat. She took it slow and delicately. She was out in public even if they were in a private late lunch with no one else seemingly around. Plus she wanted to savor the meal. She had no idea when they would get to eat again. Sure they were going to an event and it would have plenty of little finger foods but she would be there to do a job and probably wouldn't be able to partake. Plus, if she was caught, this could very well be her last meal. She hoped not. She would have added Red Velvet to the menu if that were the case.

Part of Mali wanted to chide Zoie for the wink. It was too on the nose for her taste, and things like that could come off as a bit weird to others at best and a giveaway at worse. But the other parts of her that weren't so paranoid or would rather avoid unnecessary confrontation had her let it slide. An objection to the wink would certainly raise more alarm than otherwise whilst likely getting little of value accomplished. So she continued to eat in relative silence.

While just eating was fine, it didn't quite sit right with her in this context, but she also couldn't really think of anything to talk about. Back in her University days when she was dating Hannah, these kinds of things came easily. She could complain about classes, or Hannah would start going on about some new book she'd found or weird story she'd found on the internet and  manage to keep it up for the next three days. The stark contrast in familiarity really struck her at that moment. It was then, looking down at her current forkful of quiche that something sprang to mind once more.

"Do you think Daniel would want to see the new Star Wars movie when it comes out December?" It was weird referring to Relic as "Daniel," but she figured it would come off as more natural to those around her than using a screen-name and better give the impression that they knew each other better than they actually did. It also occurred to her that maybe Zoie wouldn't want to talk about her kid brother in public, but Mali figured the topic was innocuous enough that it wouldn't cause much issue.

Zoie had lifted her fork to take a bite and froze mid movement. Glancing over at Mali. That she hadn't expected. The woman seemed full of surprises. Not only that but she seemed to be falling into this roll of pretense rather well. "You know, I think he would. He's a big fan. Careful though, he might have you camping out for tickets if you aren't careful." Zoie let herself chuckle a bit. Sad fact of the matter was, she wasn't far off with that. Daniel had camped out for several movie releases.

"It just popped in my head earlier that he might want to see it," Mali explained sheepishly. It wasn't often that a simple question made the person you were talking to freeze mid-action. "But I wasn't sure if he was more of a Star Trek kind of guy, and I didn't want to risk offense by up and asking him."

Relic wasn't exactly the type to get angry, but she knew well enough how easy it could be to set off the nerdy types by saying the wrong thing about the wrong franchise. She was pretty sure that the majority of animosity between Trekkies and Star Wars fans had died out years ago, but she didn't really pay too much attention to either. So for all she knew, above even the Juno stuff there was an even greater shadow war going on between the two fanbases for ultimate control. Concerns of accidentally pressing one of Relic's buttons alleviated, Mali finished up her plate and set aside the dishes to be taken up by the staff. Or whatever they did here.

"Ready to finish up here, Zoie?"

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Iris Kingston, Jaina Sarbye, and Risa Couri
Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Psychology (Iris), Acrobatics (Jaina), Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training) (Risa), Disguise (Jaina)
"Oh Doc, who does?" Risa said with a chuckle as she looked over towards Jaina and slowly started to move the doctor over to the bed. "The orderly on the other side of the door that's who," she said as she pushed the doctor down onto the bed and pulled a pair of zip ties from her back pocket. An orderly was at the door, shoving it open right then and trying to jump at Jaina. All bets were off now. 

"Make it quick and you get a knife like mine. Leave the doctor for Cynthia to paint a pretty picture with. Would make her very happy," Risa said as she grabbed her bag and grabbed her phone. The orderly lunged at Jaina and Risa slipped out of the door, leaning against the wall as if nothing was happening and keeping a watch for anyone coming down the hallway. Luckily she wasn't seeing anyone coming. Sure it might not have been a good idea to leave Jaina alone with the doctor but the orderly was top on the menu.

"Call Agent Tinder!" Iris exclaimed as the orderly barged into the room. She had no doubt anymore that Risa must have been connected to all of this somehow. Perhaps she was working with Cynthia and her abductor, in order to get Cynthia's best "friend" sprung from the asylum as well. The two girls were some of the more violent patients housed in the halfway house. And in Iris' mind, Agent Tinder needed to be informed of this immediately. Translators couldn't do all of the things Risa could without it raising suspicion. There was something more to all of this.&nbsp;

"Yes, yes~! Do give him a ring~! He was sooooo much fun!" Jaina squealed. As the orderly lunged at her, Jaina looked like a small child on Christmas. Armed with the key as a makeshift weapon and her acrobatic prowess, Jaina aimed the key for the orderly's ear, intending to insert it inside roughly and then twist. "Ewww, did no one ever tell ya you have to clean your ears out?" Jaina said mockingly.

	Risa turned and peeked through the window of the door. That was a bit of a mess. Letting out a breath she pushed opened the door and tilted her head to the side. "1Ничего себе, это yucky. Он должен был использовать q-tips. Okay Circus, давайте двигаться, у нас есть свидание с Синтией, чтобы рисовать красивые картинки," she said with a laugh and pulled another dagger out of her boot and held it up. "2Поехали."

	Jaina pouted slightly. She was having sooooooo much fun~! She was practically giddy as she yanked the key roughly out of the orderly's ear, spraying herself with a fine mist of blood. In a way, the blood up against her skin gave her a diseased appearance, yet it also heightened her mania. She wasn't someone who could be bought or reasoned with - she was someone that took delight in watching the world burn. "Come on, vamanos! Everybody, let's go! Come on, let's get to it! I know that we can do it!" Jaina sang. They showed Dora the Explorer sometimes on the television in the common rooms of various facilities that she had been treated at. 

	She then skipped over to Risa, presenting her with the bloodied key. She gave a bit of a bow and it was more than obvious that if she hadn't perceived Risa as being affiliated with her former Circus troupe, she would have stayed to play with the orderly some more. 

"3Quel dommage," Iris groaned under her breath. It was one of the drawbacks to having a photographic memory. She'd never quite be able to get the blood and the gore coming from the orderly's head to vanish from her mind. It would be etched in stone, likely haunting her dreams and her nightmares until the day she died. Yet more than that, there was a crushing sense of failure and defeat. Despite all she had done, Jaina had attempted to murder two people in the last twenty four hours. Two patients had escaped - well, one was in the process of it. What was the point of a psychiatrist who couldn't help their patients? 

	Risa took the keys and looked down at them before glancing around once again to ensure no more orderlys, or anyone else was coming. "4время играть в Хэллоуин," Risa said before moving down the hallway to the bathroom and peaking inside. Once she was sure it was empty she motioned for Jaina to follow her and pulled out a wig from her bag.

	Jaina skipped her way down the hall after shoving the orderly over, clicking her feet together on occasion as if she was in a pair of silver slippers. She came to a stop  in front of the bathroom door and limboed her way inside, as if there was a pole obstructing her entrance. Once over, she spotted the wig and her eyes widened. At first, it wasn't clear if she loved the wig or if she hated the very sight of it. But then - "5O, chert voz'mi, mne eto nravitsya! Eto tak milo! Schitayete li vy, chto eto proiskhodit s krov'yu?" Jaina squealed. Halloween hadn't been her favorite holiday, but she loved to get into costume. She believed in an old superstition that it was bad luck to perform on Halloween. 

"6YA ochen' khorosho skryvayus' - chto-to yeshche na tebya, printsessa?"

	Laughing Risa nodded as she pulled out a white leather coat from her back, it looked like something out of the Matrix, as well as some stretch jeans, a pair of heels and a small make up kit. "7 Выглядит потрясающе. Мы собираемся сделать так, чтобы ты был моим партнером-шпионом. Я ношу черный цвет, вы носите белый цвет. И если мы будем хорошими, мы идем прямо отсюда к человеку с приятной машиной, ожидающей нас. Затем мы поднимаем ад. У меня больше ножей в машине, но мы должны обмануть врачей-идиотов, чтобы выбраться."

"This is going to make the blood pop~!" Jaina giggled. She didn't even ask why Risa had come prepared. It didn't occur to her to ask. She was very much the type of individual that lived by the moment - a sick, twisted soul that had some startling similarities with a one Nancy Parker. As long as Jaina was enjoying herself, she didn't feel a need to question any of this. She flipped her hair back before twisting it, already prepared to slide the wig on top. She then held her free hand out for the wig. 

	Risa nodded and held out the wig to her. Looking down at her watch she checked the time and then looked back at Jaina. "Okay, now for the clothing and the makeup, we are going to have you looking ready for the center ring," Risa said as she held the clothing out and palmed the make up she was going to use to fix Jaina up some so she wouldn't look as much like herself. 

	Jaina slipped on the wig, taking care to tuck any loose strands of hair underneath it. Once she was satisfied with it, she blinked her eyes a few times, shook out her entire body - going from her head down to her toes - and then nodded at Risa. "8Kogda my uvidim Sintiyu, my otpravimsya v tsirk? Budet li tam Velikiy Bazhuli?" Jaina squealed, accepting the clothing from Risa. She always found it easier to do make-up and then change into her clothing. 

1 - Wow that is yucky. He should have been using q-tips. Okay Circus, let's get moving, we have a date with Cynthia to paint pretty pictures.
2 - Let's go.
3 - What a shame
4 - Time to play Halloween
5 - Oh my gosh I love it! It's so cute! Do you think it goes with the blood?
6 - I'm very good at disguise - got anything else on ya, princess?
7 - Looks awesome. We are going to make you look like you are my partner spy. I wear black, you wear white. And if we are good we walk right out of here to a man with a nice car waiting on us. Then we go raise hell. I have more knives in the car but we have to trick the idiot doctors to get out.
8 - After we see Cynthia, are we going to the circus? Will the Great Bazhooli be there?

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Riley, Priya, & Roy

Riley looked towards Priya still wondering about her for a little bit, she still didn't trust her just yet but Roy seemed to trust her for now since she was his partner. [font color="cyan"]"So where are you from?"[/font] Riley asked as she looked back towards the carnage that was there. Riley shifted slightly for a moment in her seat feeling bad for whoever it was that ended up getting killed in that accident.

        Pulling up to the hole in the wall establishment, Roy parked the car and turned it off. Looking over to the two women he sighed a bit. "Do me a favor and just stay here. Last thing I need is one of your fans seeing you and posting it to the net," he said to Riley before glancing over towards Priya and giving her a half I'm sorry for making your baby sit look before jumping out of the car and heading inside to get them something to eat.

       If looks could kill, Priya would have ended Roy right then and there, but at the same time, she wanted food. She gave him a look as he stepped outside. She returned her attention to Riley, who seemed to want to make small talk. Whether it was for the awkwardness that still hung in the air or because it took her mind of the wreck they just saw, Priya didn't care. "New York City. Came here fairly recently, actually." Priya would have let it hang there, but Roy said something that made her question. "What did he mean by fans? Are you a celebrity or something?" Priya couldn't place her. Perhaps she was an internet celebrity?

       Riley watched as Roy pulled up to a small restaurant, looking over towards Roy for a moment when he pulled out his car keys telling them to stay in the car while he went to grab the food. Riley nodded slightly sitting in a cops car wasn't really that good. "Sir yes, sir." Riley said giving Roy a slightly sarcastic salute, looking over towards Priya once Roy had turned and left to grab the food. "I'm the lead singer of a band." Riley said as she took out her phone doing a quick search on google and then handed it over to her. "I've been to New York a lot always enjoyed performing there." Riley said, as far as she knew making some small talk wasn't that bad.

        Roy chuckled a bit as he looked back, his beat up pinto wasn't exactly something that got attention other than for people to comment on what a piece of shit it was. And it was but that didn't matter. Detectives either had cars that stuck out like sore thumbs or actual cruisers. He opted to drive his own POS. Turning he placed his hand on the door of the place with a small sign hanging over that said Silver Miners Hot Wings and went inside to place an order. Front of the place was long glass windows so he could at least keep a partial eye on the girls while he was there. It was something.

        Priya looked at the girl's phone. She had never heard her before. Granted, Priya rarely listened to music. She would listen to it in the car, of course, but as for going to concerts or buying CDs or songs, she didn't do it much. Maybe she heard the girl's song before and just never registered it. Either way, it didn't take away from the fact the girl was still a suspect. "Yeah, New York is a great city. Didn't know you were a celebrity. Maybe I heard a song of yours before." The fact Priya didn't remember the song just means she never heard it or it wasn't good.

"Maybe you have, a few of them have gotten radio time music has always been my thing. Even though my family never really approved of my taste in music they were really religious as well." Riley said as she reached back to take the phone back, as she looked over towards Silver Miners Hot Wings. She was getting pretty hungry now and stretched slightly, and wondered if she should continue talking or not, and she figured that she didn't want to hear more about her past.

       Roy stood at the counter and rested his hands on it. Leaning forward and pointing every so often at the menu on the wall. There were some words exchanged as the person standing behind the counter, a guy who couldn't have been more than eighteen, seemed to write the order down before Roy pulled out his wallet and payed for the order. Slipping his wallet back into his pocket he glanced towards the front of the shop to keep tabs on the girls. Everything seemed fine for now. 

       Priya could somewhat relate to Riley and her parents. "My parents didn't approve of my career either. They are very traditional. Wanted me to be married, stay at home, have children. It wasn't for me. I want a family someday, but I wanted to help others more." Priya wouldn't get into her sister with this stranger. She could relate to her, but nothing more. She hoped Roy would come back soon with the wings. She was now VERY hungry.

"My folks were real bible thumpers for me, when I actually built up the guts to come out of the closet to them. Well it really didn't end up well for me, I was kicked out that night and haven't spoken to either of them since." Riley said remembering that night very clearly and shuddered slightly, she didn't really want to get to much into the details of that night with her either. Riley then felt her phone going off and quickly went to check who it was. Riley let out a soft sigh when she saw that it was from Cecily, as she quickly started to fire off a reply to her.

To CeCe:
So glad to hear from you, hope you are alright, hope to talk to you soon later maybe?"

Riley hit send as she looked towards the window over to where Roy was seeing him at the front desk, she couldn't wait to actually dig into the meal already.

       Nodding towards Riley, Roy pushed back from the counter and went and sat down at one of the few tables in the small place. It would be a few minutes. Feeling his phone go off he looked down and smirked to himself. Shooting a message back to her. 

Line is secure on this end, fill me in when you can Rogue. Babysitting outcasts of Xaviers school currently. Watch your six. Hitting send he slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked over at the counter. hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer.

       Priya could certainly respect Riley's situation. Though she doubted her parents would have kicked her out (especially with her sister gone), they certainly would not have been thrilled if she turned out gay. Had her sister been alive and well, Priya would have been out the door. She loved her parents and she wanted them to be proud of her. But their lifestyle wasn't hers and when parents subjected their children to their own demands, it so often drove the children away. She had seen a few cases as detective and patrol officer of kids who went the wrong route due to their parents. However, she had also seen kids deciding for themselves to be better, despite their parents. Two ends to the same coin.

       Priya let the silence linger. She didn't trust Riley fully yet. She was stil la suspect. But she had an appreciation for her and that was all Riley would hope to get.

        Riley saw Roy and returned his nod with a slight wave as she looked back down at her phone with the last text from Cecily still she was glad to hear from her. She really missed hanging out with her roommate as Riley looked out towards the windows to see what was going on around them. "So when not fighting crime what do you like to do for fun in your free time?" Riley asked Priya turning her attention back over towards the detective.

        It seemed the girl wanted to continue to talk. She would have been perfectly happy to sit there in silence, but Roy was taking longer than she anticipated. "I like to exercise. Yoga especially. Or vegging out in front of the TV. However, I rarely get free time since work seems to take that over." As she was a cold case detective, work seemed to be 24/7, because you never knew when the next lead would appear.

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017
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	K, going to start wrapping up the cases and move things forward. Hopefully this round of cases and one more should get us to an update point and move things forward a bit. Fingers crossed peeps. Big shit coming soon. New cases are started, who ever is up next in the respective cases, I have started them in the hiders. Please start from there. Seven days again.

Case Name: Girls Day Part 3
Goal: Finish Up At The Spa
Location: Roberts Diamond Spa
Counter: 7 Days
Group: Mali, Zoie
Zoie looked over towards Mali and nodded as she finished off her slice of quiche. "Yeah, Wayne should be waiting on you so he can finish your hair. I had your dress and such brought in. I'll get changed and get my make up finished. Jewelry store already delivered the pieces I will be borrowing tonight," she said as she made a wave motion with her hand. Genny seemed to have been waiting on the other side of the door because as soon as Zoie waved, the door was opening and she was stepping in. 

	"Thought this would compliment the dress and your skin well. Careful, these are only on loan," she said as Genny bought over a box. Opening it carefully she held it out towards Mali to take. Within was a stunning set of jewelry in Canary diamonds. "Okay, Genny will take you to Wayne. I have to get to Delore," Zoie said with a smile before scooting off and heading out the door, leaving Mali with Genny and the gemstones.


Case Name: Trust Issues
Goal: Get To The Safe House
Location: Silver Miners Hot Wings -> Safe House
Counter: 7 Days
Group: Riley, Roy, Priya 
Roy got up from his seat and walked over to the counter as several large bags were set on it. It looked as if he exchanged a few words with the man there before gathering everything up in his arms and heading for the door. Turning he used his back to push the door open and finally get outside. Once he was at the car he shoved a bag through the driver side window. "Someone grab these please," he said. He had three rather filled bags and the smell of hot wings quickly filled the car. "Got some extra stuff as well since I didn't know how long we would take," he said as he set the bags down in the driver seat and waited for Priya or Riley to get them out of his way as he opened the door and pulled his keys out.


Case Name: Is Someone Gonna Get Bazhooli'ed? Act 3
Goal: No Spoilers
Location: Justice Asylum
Counter: 7 Days
Group: Jaina, Risa
"If we hurry we should catch him," Risa said before peaking out down the hallway again as she waited for Jaina to get dressed. They needed to hurry. She had secured the doctor well so she wasn't worried about her right then but an orderly or nurse could come by at anytime. They needed to move and move fast. Looking back over at Jaina she waited for her to get done. Lucas was supposed to be waiting in the main waiting area downstairs for them. Hopefully nothing had gone wrong down there.


La Hacienda: Natasha looked over towards Cecily and nodded. "You're the interim Coroner,  they'll most likely need your clearance for that. Doubt they'll take mine but I can get it picked up and stored for us if you can halt it," Natasha said as she pulled out her phone and showed her a contact. "Lincoln Roberts, security. Works at Justice Memorial currently, new transfer." Looking back up at Cecily she pursed her lips a bit. "I know he's new to town but I trust him. I better, I'm marrying the dork," she said as he taxi pulled up to them and the driver got out. 

	Turning her attention she asked the man to put their luggage in the trunk before climbing into the cab. It was best, in her mind, to get out of there before they really got into much more in the Compound. Not that she trusted the cab driver, she knew better being out of the country to easily trust anyone but she doubt he had run a background check on her. At least she hoped he hadn't. Scooting over she made room for Cecily as the driver finished loading up their stuff and waited for her to climb in. Soon as Cecily was situated, they would be able to leave and head for the airport. From there, they would have to rent a car and then make a break for the border. 

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Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico
Skills: Constitution, Deduction
	Cecily quickly scanned the text that essentially repeated what Natasha had already told her - the body was waiting at Justice Airport. Yet it wasn't until she read the text and had Natasha remind her of her position as interim coroner that she realized she had the power to stop that transfer. While she didn't have the qualifications to be a coroner, Cecily had forgotten the position of power and authority that brought with it. She was capable of stopping that body transfer. Pulling out her phone, Cecily shot back a quick text to the individual who had alerted her that the body was at the airport. 	

This is Ashworth. Halt the transfer. Dr. Brinne will be sending a team to pick up and store the body.
"There, should be halted," Cecily said. Her timing was near perfect - the taxi had just arrived. And while she was paranoid and was developing trust issues, Natasha had saved her life. If she vouched for this man - and she clearly did - then he could be trusted to handle this situation. Had it been a random security officer, Cecily likely would have reached out to Roy instead. 

	She climbed into the taxi after Natasha, feeling her phone vibrate twice. She preferred texts to calls, so she didn't mind it too much. Getting herself situated, she closed the cab door and buckled up, before opening the texts in order that they had come in. While she smiled softly at the message from Riley, Roy's message elicited a large grin on her face. 

To Riley:
I'm good - and sure thing. Hoping you're okay as well. -C
To Roy:
Will do. Got Dr. Strange with me, should be fine. And be careful, Logan. -C
	She was trying hard to not grin broadly but she couldn't help it. It wasn't a romantic happiness. No, it was the strong friendship, the almost family like dynamic that could exist between cops and their partners. Roy was her partner - it didn't matter that she worked forensics and he worked homicides. "Natasha - unrelated, but do you like the X-Men?"

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	Caesar was no fool. The tiny, subtle glances between father and daughter over the course of cleaning up the Exxon Valdez grade buttsplatter did not go unnoticed by the older man. He didn't say anything about it; after all, if they had family business that they wanted to keep private, that was their concern. Caesar trusted his brother. He trusted his niece, though she was young and sometimes uncertain, looking to her father for guidance. If there was something they needed to say to him, they would do so when they were ready.

	After Liam's bath, Benicio brought the little guy back into Thalia's bedroom. She was getting her own shower on the quick, and Caesar began to feel like an intruder. "Hey, let me see my grandson." he spoke in his usual gravelly voice. Wordlessly, his brother strolled over to him with little Liam and carefully held him out to Caesar. He accepted the baby with the gentle experience of a veteran father, taking great care to cradle the head. Caesar spend a good, long moment looking down at Liam. "A blue eyed Gonzalez." He laughed dryly. "What do you think Papi would have said?"

"He probably would have asked Alicia if the big guy had a sister for him."

	The two of them had a quiet chuckle over that one, agreeing that indeed, that would be something he was likely to say. Personal entertainment aside, his views on mixed bloodlines ran a touch more to the conservative. Caesar was like that himself, in his younger years. Likely his father's influence. But looking down at the dark hair and bright blue eyes of his grandson, the little piece of Alicia that would live on, he wondered why he ever thought something so blatantly wrong. Thalia had parentage similar to Liam. Sometimes, Caesar even found it difficult to see the Mexican in her, such was the tumbling of the genetic dice. Her dark hair and hazel eyes were really the only things she had gotten from the Gonzalez line, the rest was in the details. But now Caesar wouldn't have it any other way. 

	Benicio held out his arms, offering to take Liam back from Caesar. Sighing, the elder Gonzalez relented, passing the baby back to his brother. "Is everything good?" A not-too-subtle inquiry. Benicio knew his brother, and knew that he suspected something. "Yeah, we're good. Just have to talk to M'hija about something. You get back downstairs, we will join you after a little bit." Caesar gave his brother a sideways look, holding it for a second or two before nodding, giving a quick "Gracias" and exiting the room. 

	From the bathroom came the polite inquiry, "Hey Dad, is Caesar still out there?"

	Still holding the baby, Benicio answered, "No. He just left."

	Thalia's casual voice faded into something much more businesslike as she responded, "Alright, let's do this." Stepping out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, she snatched up the flash drive and made for her performance laptop. "I wish I had an isolator kit for this... guess I'll just have to make due." Without further adieu, she plugged the drive into her machine while Benicio hit the locks on the doors.

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Those were some expensive looking accessories, and the fact that she'd be able to wear them, even on loan was kind of mindblowing. After everything else Mali had been able to do, and buy with other people's money today, one more thing really shouldn't have affected her as much as it had, but it did. Perhaps it was the tangibility of wealth found within jewelry, gems and precious metals that just wasn't present in most forms of clothing or pampering didn't carry. After a few seconds she realized Genny wanted her to take the box and took the goods from the assistant. Gingerly, she shut the case again.

"I'll put it on after I've gotten dressed. Let's get going." It occurred to her that Genny probably didn't expect her to put on all the loaned jewelry, but she had already said it by then. Speaking of changing, Mali was getting tired of walking around clad in nothing but a robe. Even though all of the immodest bits were covered up, there was the passive undercurrent of constantly being exposed. It would be nice to at least have some panties on again.

"Sounds good, though honestly, I would be strutting around in them with nothing else on if I could even for five minutes," Genny said with a laugh before leading Mali out of the little luncheon area and back to the main area of the spa where Wayne was waiting and grinning from ear to ear.

"Well my hair might be getting cut soon, and I wouldn't want to have it get all over the," 'merchandise' passed through Mali's head as she spoke, but she had the proper amount of shame and forethought to not use that specific term, "jewelry. I know I wouldn't want to have to try brushing all those clippings off anything I was planning to wear to an event like this."

"Oh honey child, lets get you finished and out of that robe. Those things are so scratchy," he said as he turned the chair so that Mali could sit down. Genny had to hide the eye roll. She couldn't imagine the robes being uncomfortable in the least, they were like wearing a damn cloud to her but Wayne was weird.

"So Wayne, mind sharing what you had in mind that was important enough to put off until the very end?" She knew that the moment he set off to work that he would start talking and never, ever, ever stop. But maybe she could direct the flow of his conversation the way one could steer a skateboard on the downhill. You were going down, and there way little you could do to stop it, but you could at least determine where at the bottom you would end up.

"Oh that would spoil the surprise now wouldn't it." Wayne was beaming as he looked at Mali and she took a seat. It wasn't like he could turn her chair and block her view from any of the number of mirrors hanging up in the place. Sure, it was a spa and people were getting the hair and make up and everything else done but the number of mirrors around Waynes station were even more than the rest of the establishment. So, he had to stand as much in front of her as he could. "Look forward, hold still, and you will be a star," he said as he got to work and no sooner had he placed a single hand in her hair that he began to ramble again. This time going on and on about his coffee break date and what a catastrophe that was. His date had ordered coffee, black... "Who ever does that?"

Mali did, but she kept that factoid secret so as to avoid making Wayne's raving about how other people take their coffee directed towards her. She wasn't a huge fan of coffee, but she never saw the point in diluting the coffee with so much sugar and cream that the flavor changed to ice cream with a hint of mocha. Difference in opinion over coffee add-ins aside, all Mali could do now was sit still and ride out the storm of words as she tried to figure out what the hell Wayne was doing with her hair. A professional job, no doubt, but she was still curious.

Wayne kept going on about the coffee, his date, and so forth as he worked. Thankfully the man worked as quickly as he spoke and in no time at all he had finished and stepped back so that Mali could view his work. It was a simple and slightly messy updo but it framed Mali's features nicely, showed off her neck line but gave her a softer touch as well. "Perfection," he said proudly as he stood there and admired his work. 

"Good work, Wayne. It looks great," Mali replied, looking over Wayne's work. The advantage of all the mirrors being that she didn't even need to turn her head in order to see all the different angles. She could just turn her gaze 5 degrees to the right and bounce her sight across five more reflections to get to the angle she wanted to see. Now all she needed to do was change clothes, get some hot new shoes and she'd be ready for the party tonight. Unless there was something else she was forgetting.

"Well of course it does darling," Wayne said grinning and then gasped as Zoie came out from around the corner. "Gurl!"

Zoie smirked a bit at Wayne but kept her eyes on Mali. "Now, that is a look. I love it. Genny has your dress in the changing room and I had way too many pairs of shoes brought over from L.V. Wasn't sure on the size but Genny is pretty good about that. If nothing works we can keep trying," she said as she came over and smiled brightly at her.

Mali would reply with something, but she couldn't. Her body just wouldn't respond to anything she tried to do. It was reminiscent of a phenomena that would occur occasionally whilst exercising. After finishing a lift and returning to a neutral position, she would try to do another, but the muscles would lack the energy to even try. Her body wasn't screaming to stop or anything like that, but the batteries had been removed and the toy not longer operational.

After five seconds too long, Mali managed to get a thumbs up and a goofy grin before pulling her self respect back together enough to look like the adult she normally was and get into the seclusion of the changing room. Zoie wasn't exactly sure what to think about it but a thumbs up was far better than a thumbs down.

Wow, what a great line that was, Mali. Did you think of it yourself?
Well Mali, I mean I didn't see you come up with anything.
But you didn't have to do it in a way where you look like a total buffoon, Mali!
Well if I didn't do anything at all, Mali it's just get more awkward.
Because coming off as a giant tool definitely isn't going to be awkward when you leave this room.
So was I just supposed to play it off as cool and aloof?
I don't know, probably.
But what if Zoie took it as dismissive? Like she wasn't good enough?
She wouldn't take it like that, would she?
I don't know, would she?

Not wanting to follow that line of thinking any further, Mali put on the dress, being careful to avoid wrinkling any of it as much as possible. Shoe selection was actually fairly easy since she had everything else in place. Black patterned dress, black shoes. Formal event? Get some heels on them, but not too high; Zoie's the prostitute, not you. Summertime, make it sleek, make it stylish. So it wasn't all too long after she was all dressed that she was able to leave the changing room looking far more put together in apparel, expression and body language.

As Mali came out Zoie spun around and gasped. "Now that is how a queen carries herself," Zoie said as she stepped over to Mali and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You look stunning," she added before looking over to Wayne. "Okay, we're out. Thank you and the staff for everything," she said as she held her hand out to the man. 

"Oh gurl you know it's what I live for! You better be back soon and with this angel. Mali, keep her honest," Wayne teased before toddling off. Zoie just rolled here eyes a bit and began to head for the door. The doorman held it open for them as she stepped outside and Marc was standing there by the limo waiting for them. 

"I feel so under dressed right now," he said with a smile as he adjusted his tux bow tie.

"Will do, Wayne. It was a pleasure meeting you all," Mali said with a wave as she left the spa behind. Maybe if she could keep this up, the party wouldn't end as an abject disaster. At least as far as the Zoie front went, she was pretty sure there would be no more surprises that would catch her off guard. Furthermore, she had wrapped her mental faculties in enough psychological duct tape that she was pretty sure that even if she was caught off-guard again, at least she probably wouldn't make a fool of herself.

"I'm sure that's plenty fine for the party, Marc. You'll only be under dressed if everyone else happens to show up like this. I don't think every politician and businessman is going to put so much effort into his dress." Mali walked over to the limousine and bent forward to look into the car before remembering that the windows were tinted and she could barely make out anything on the other side. "Is Daniel in there? Or is he off somewhere else for the night," she asked, resisting the urge to point into the limo with her thumb. Such a gesture would look very low-class, and now she was really trying to put in the effort to start acting like she really belonged in an upper crust environment.

"Yeah yeah, I'm here," Relic said as he popped open the door and stepped out. Zoie walked over and messed with his hair some. She was trying to tame it but it was no use. "Hands off, geeze. Mom," he said mocking her. Rolling her eyes she climbed into the limo as Marc held the door open for them. 

"Well, 'ets get going, before Zoie tries to clean a smudge off his cheek with spit on her thumb," Marc laughed as he held his hand out to help Mali in if she needed it. 

"Keep it up, I'm still armed you know," Zoie said under her breath as she slid over and made room for Mali. Once they were all in the car Marc would take the driver seat and they would be on their way. 

"Look at you, getting all dressed up. Careful, or you might end up drowning tonight," Mali teased with a wink. The back of her mind flashed to how two of her building mates were found washed up, and that getting drowned tonight wasn't 100% out of the question, but it stayed just there, where it couldn't distract her too much from the business at hand. When confronted with Marc's offer,
 her first instinct was to refuse him with a 'no thanks, I'm fine,' but it was more ladylike to accept assistance like that. I really hope this doesn't become a long-term thing, Mali thought as she took Marc's hand and climbed into the back of the limousine.

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Iris Kingston, Jaina Sarbye, and Risa Couri
Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Acrobatics (Jaina), Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training) (Risa), Disguise (Jaina)
"If we hurry we should catch him," Risa said before peaking out down the hallway again as she waited for Jaina to get dressed. They needed to hurry. She had secured the doctor well so she wasn't worried about her right then but an orderly or nurse could come by at anytime. They needed to move and move fast. Looking back over at Jaina she waited for her to get done. Lucas was supposed to be waiting in the main waiting area downstairs for them. Hopefully nothing had gone wrong down there. 

"The Great Bazhooli is here?" Jaina asked, her eyes wide with astonishment. One of the major downsides of living in an asylum was the lack of interaction with the outside world. She didn't know the circus schedules and where they were touring. The thought that the circus was in Justice was positively intoxicating. She was an acrobat and she had been confined to the ground for far too long. She yearned to fly across a room with the aid of a trapeze, all with an adoring audience cheering her on. With her make up complete, Jaina changed into the clothing that Risa offered her and then beamed. "Let's go~!"

"Yes, the Russian Circus has it's final performance tonight. We have to hurry to get Cynthia, can't let her miss the show. She's never seen it," Risa said before shoving what Jaina had changed out of into the trash can and peeking back out of the door. The coast was clear for now. And now came the hard part. Getting Jaina to act... Normal. "Now is time for performance of your life. You have to act like the doctor until we get outside," she said before pushing the door open fully and stepping back into the hallway. 

	Jaina stopped in her tracks for a moment. She had to act like the doctor?! They were universally acknowledged to be beings that hated happiness, joy, and anything pure in this world. Why on Earth would she want to act like the doctor? It felt like a question of moral integrity. Was helping Cynthia really worth sacrificing her soul? True, they were the bestest of friends....And Cynthia hadn't seen the Russian Circus before. She could see all of her friends again! They could dance and play knives! Jaina perked up again, before following Risa down the hallway. 

"Oh my baguette!" Jaina said. "I dare say a spot of tea will ruin everyone's joy. Get on it! Cheerio! Increase the doses for everyone!" Jaina declared, her nose up slightly in the air as she did what she felt was a fairly accurate portrayal of Iris. Iris, meanwhile, was struggling against her bonds without any success. There was a dead orderly on the ground next to her and she couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until someone noticed her predicament when doing rounds. Screaming wouldn't help at all - it was an asylum. People screamed all the time that they needed to be let out. 

	Okay, maybe asking Jaina to act like the doctor wasn't the best idea but they had managed to get off the floor and into the stairwell without issue. Only reason was probably because there was no one around. As they were heading down the stairs Risa knew she had to fix this and quickly before they reached the main floor. "That is amazing. Sounds just like her. Can you do what I do?" she asked as she placed her hands on her hips and sashayed down the stairs. Maybe if she got her into a game of mimic it could work better. 

	Jaina processed the new information for a moment. Risa had told her to act like the doctor until they went outside and now she had to mimic her as well. It'd be a bit of a challenge, given that she'd never seen Iris move her hips like that, but she could make it work. She was Circus stock! If she couldn't figure out how to combine the two seemingly opposite directions, then she wasn't worth her salt. Jaina then nodded eagerly, before placing her hands on her hips and mimicking Risa's movement down the stairs.

"Right on guvnah I can do what you do!" Jaina exclaimed. "I learned how to do this during tea with the Queen! Pip pip! Say, let's go invade a country and make a new colony! Huzzah!"

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Riley, Priya, & Roy

Riley listened to Pyira and gave her a slight nod, she did about the same when she wasn't out touring or producing music, but she always did end up writing up new music regardless in her spare time. [font color="cyan"]"I do about the same, though never done yoga before."[/font] Riley said, when she saw movement in the corner of her eye and saw that Roy was coming out of Silver Miners with several large bags. When he got to the door Riley closed her eyes for a moment and took in the spicy smell of the hotwings the moment Roy opened the door. [font color="cyan"]"Sure thing."[/font] Riley said as she quickly started to unclip her seatbelt and moved over slightly and started to take the bags setting them down next to her. "Smells so damn good." Riley said with a slight smile, she then wondered what else Roy had gotten. [font color="cyan"]"What else did you grab while you were in there?"[/font] She asked.

Priya would have spoken more, but at the time Roy came back with the food. It smelled so good and she wasn't sure if it was due to how good it was or if she was just so hungry she didn't care at this point. "I can hold some bags back here if need be. Got plenty of room." She also wanted to inspect what else Roy got besides the wings. Now she was hungrier than ever.

Roy climbed into the car once things were out of the way. "Yeah, might want to hand some over to Priya, the bottom of the bags will get hot fast," Roy said as he started up the car. "Well I got the wings, eight dozen. There are two two-liters of cola, onion rings, mozz sticks, deep fried gyro or two. Just started circling shit on the menu and negotiating price. God only knows how long this will take and I don't know about you, I don't want to have to make a second trip," he said as he threw the car into gear and started backing out. 

"Right, heres some of it." Riley said as she grabbed three of the bags and then turned around and offered them over towards Pyira while keeping some of them up front so that Pyira wouldn't have to hold all of them at once back there. Riley looked towards Roy when he told them what else he had gotten. Which was a lot more then she was expecting, though she had ordered a lot as well in the past while touring. "How much was all of it?" Riley asked feeling bad that Roy was the one who was paying for all of the food for the three of them.

Priya grabbed what bags were handed to her and she could smell it all. She wanted to dig in then and there, but she knew better. Roy had paid for the meal and she would wait. The fact he bought so much should surprise her, considering a cop's salary, but maybe the prices were really decent here. If it tasted as good as it smelled, she would be a return customer. "Thanks partner. I owe you one. My treat next time. Within reason!" She added that last part because she wasn't about to treat him to a 5 course fancy dinner, but if he wanted to go out for hot dogs next time, she would be willing to pay.

Roy smirked a bit. "Ah, don't worry about it. I got the cop discount at least. Owners are decent folk," he said as he kept driving. It wasn't long until they were pulling down what looked to be a rather abandoned street with only a couple of people on it, a line of houses and shut down shops, one open bodega, and a lot of broken down cars up on blocks. "Shit side of town but no one really comes here except to pass out," he added as he pulled the car up into the parking space in front of a boarded up duplex. It was the same safe house he and Riley had been at earlier in the day.

"Well next time i'll pay if you have me around longer whatever you want, even a fancy place if you want." Riley also said as she leaned back occasionally looking at the bags of food. She was so tempted to just stick her hand into one of the bags and take out a wing and eat away. But Roy was driving and she didn't want to eat in front of him, and she owed him a lot already, for saving her life the night before. She looked out the window as Roy drove the car down the familiar abandoned street that they had left earlier in the day. Still made her feel uncomfortable being in the shadiest part of the city, still afraid she might get jumped. "I'll take some of the bags if you get the door?" Riley asked as she grabbed the bags of food closest to her and proceeded to get out of Roy's car.

Priya grabbed the bags from the back and got out of the car. For safe houses, this wasn't the worst she had seen before. It made sense to hold it in what is arguably the city's run down area. It added some trouble, of course, but if they could get their work done, it didn't really matter where they did it. Plus, Roy seemed capable. If he trusted this place, then she shouldn't be worried. She wondered if Riley was ok with this though.

"On it," Roy said as he hopped out of the car and moved over to the front door. Unlocking it he stepped in and looked around. Things seemed to be just as they were when he and Riley left earlier. The bag Risa had dropped off for them was still on the table even if they food was gone from it. "Everything looks clear," he said as he checked the bathroom just in case. Good thing about this safe house, it was one room with a couch along one wall, kitchen along another, bed on a third, table in the center with chairs and a bathroom off to one side. It was pretty simple to make sure no one was there.

Riley adjusted the bags that she was carrying, and started to follow alongside Roy until he was at the door she stood next to the front door as Roy went to unlock it. She looked towards Pyira for a second before she turned back just as Roy opened the door. Then she waited several more seconds as Roy made a quick look through the small safehouse, until he signaled that it was all clear to enter. Riley walked inside seeing the bag that Risa had left them earlier that day with breakfast. "Home sweet home." Riley said jokingly, she did really miss her apartment back in Boston Heights at least she had her own space as well as a great roommate. She set the bags down on the table and felt her phone vibrate and quickly pulled it out and smiled softly to herself when she saw that it was from Cecily.

To Cecily:
It's been a pretty long and crazy last few hours, been hanging with Detective Roy all day and showed me how to shoot some guns at the gun range today. Whenever you are free feel free to call me.

Hitting send Riley quickly went for one of the bags she was really hungry at this point looking over at Roy and Pyira, knowing that they had cop business to tend to. "I'll just eat you guys do whatever you need to do I wont bother you." She said as she went to take a seat at the table.

Priya brought the bags inside while Roy scouted the place out. Even if it was a safe house for them, it was better safe than sorry. Priya would have joined him but she wanted to get the food set up. Plus, she still didn't trust Riley alone. She set the bags down on the table and began unpacking them. "No need for that. We can all eat first and then me and him can get to work afterward."

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Date: Monday May 22nd, 2017
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A limo in Justice: "There are worse ways to go," Marc said as he climbed in and threw the limo into gear. Pulling away from the curb as Relic got comfortable in his seat across from his sister and Mali he nodded in agreement with Marc.

	"Yeah, freezing to death on Hoth would be one of them," he said as he rubbed at his eyes slightly. His glasses were gone and it seemed that the contacts that he was wearing were bothering him a bit. 

	"Hey, I have an idea, let's try not to die tonight? That way we don't have to have the debate on worst ways to die," Zoie chirped in as Marc drove them down the road and not out of the Diamond District. Zoies brow perked up a bit as they seemed to not be heading towards the Government District and the Court House where the fund raiser was supposed to be taking place. "They changed the venue didn't they?" she asked as she slipped across the seat into the other one and up towards the front so she could peek through the partition at Marc. 

	"Yeah..."

	"Wait, venue change to where?" Relic asked as he looked out the windows. 

	"Shit..." Zoie grumbled as the limo turned and got behind a line of others. They were still in the Diamond District. Pulling up to a large complex surrounded by a fence and guards out front. On their uniforms read MSS but the sign on the complex said, "Queensguard Research Complex..."

A Taxi in Mexico: A text confirming the halt of the transfer was sent to Cecilys phone. Natasha nodded slightly at her saying it was taken care of and pulled out her phone, sending a text through on hers to Lincoln. Hopefully he could give her a hand in this because leaving a body for a couple of days in a hanger at the airport was probably not the best idea. 

"Seen all the movies," Natasha said as she hit send on the text and looked over towards Cecily as their driver passed the gate of the Gonzalez family house/compound and started heading towards the airport. She did like X-men. Huge Jackman was an awesome Wolverine in her mind. Comics however, the woman didn't read them. She had spent so much of her time studying to get her degree and her doctorate as quickly as possible the last thing she wanted to do in her down time was read, anything. So she binged watched Movies and TV shows like mad when she could. 

"Why do you ask?" Natasha asked as she slipped her phone back into her bag and awaited an answer back from Lincoln. 

A Stairwell in an Asylum: Oh that did not work out the way that Risa had intended. It hadn't occurred to her that she should probably tell Jaina to stop acting like the doctor before she started another impersonation. The girls mind was definitely a bit further gone than she had originally thought. That was going to make thing a bit more complicated than she would have liked but hey, shit needed to get done and she needed Jaina for that. 

"You're skills are amazing! Now, as we walk through this door I want you to try something new. Stop acting like me and the doctor. Now you are secret agent and must blend into the crowd in the next room until we get out of the Asylum. We have to act as normal as possible. What they consider normal. That none fun normal. Blank faces, moving like cattle through the room until we hit the door."

	Risa wasn't exactly sure if that would work of if it would back fire horribly and the girl would start mooing. Keeping her hand in her purse she wrapped her fingers around her knife hilt and got ready. Pushing the door open she spotted Lucas as he stood up and started heading for the door. It was time to get out of there. 

A Safehouse in the Deadlight District: "Yeah, food first because damn I am starved," Roy said as he walked over to the front door and locked it up tight. Clapping his hands together he rubbed them and couldn't wait to dig in but his phone went off and he had to check the incoming text. It was from the other half of his Dynamic Duo. Fingering in a quick reply he hoped she would be okay. 

"You too, don't need any premature grays messing up your do," he sent back before shoving his phone into his pocket and sitting down at the table. 

	"Shit, plates," he mumbled before hopping back up. Grabbing some paper plates, forks, cups, and napkins he came back quickly and dropped them on the table. They were about to fall out of his arms anyways. "Whoops," he said with a grin as he collapsed in his chair and tried again. "Okay, three levels of spice - Hot, Holy Shit, and I'm Fucking Dying," he said pointing to the containers. "Who wants to pick first?" he asked grinning. (Rolls for spice consumption will be needed, tag me for roll before you post. >.>)

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Mali Anson
Location: Diamond District (Limo) Skills:N/A 

Well, it seemed that nobody picked up on the bit of info she'd purposefully left out of that little tease. and took it literally. But at this point trying to go back and explain that they'd misunderstood her would be a waste of time akin to the cardinal sin of explaining a joke.  Relic probably had had enough teasing already, so he really didn't need her brow-beating him over his bad luck at socializing with women.

"Weird place for a party." Why place a last minute venue change for a political evening party to some research complex? Certainly didn't look the part for a place of festivities. What, were the drinks going to be served in laboratory 2-A? Then she remembered the trip to the Justice Archives yesterday, and how Queensguard had had its fingers throughout the city for decades and was almost certainly connected to Juno. She couldn't remember if Zoie or Relic had outright stated it as such, but she didn't really need it.

But this was another thing that didn't seem right to Mali from the position of "If I were in control of this conspiracy, what would I do." She didn't know what this party meant in the larger scheme of things, but she could see why holding an important event within one's own court would be highly advantageous in maintaining the order of things. 

However, for something as seemingly innocuous as a dinner party, such precautions wouldn't be necessary unless you were expecting something to go horribly wrong. But then moving it directly into your field carried a lot of unnecessary risk. If something did go wrong tonight, especially after taking a heretofore "unrelated" event to an unfitting location the blame for the even would at least partially be placed on Queensguard for not providing proper security, diminishing the reputation of your own cover company. But then again, the grander maneuverings around this party were irrelevant for what she's supposed to be doing here: acting as a cover. She would just need to make sure that she stayed alert and didn't slip up.

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J. Keystone

Location: Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Security Hub (His Office)
Skills: N/A

(Narrator: When last we saw our intrepid hero, he was on the phone in his office getting jerked around by the company's marketing and legal departments. Let's see how it's going.)

	Keystone let out many a quiet "sod it" over the course of a marathon wait, the hold music slowly making a move on his soul. How long he had been at it for a simple answer of protocol was beyond him, but it felt like months. This continued until a notice signaled him on his desktop, coming down from the client, or the business thereof. A message, requesting an appropriate detail to provide security on extremely short notice. A thing like this would have to involve some collection of high and mighty muckedy-mucks, lest the meet during regular business hours, and/or in a public site. The big guy would have loved to have met at a public site. Like a steakhouse. Yes! A traditional American steakhouse. Ok, after his workout, definitely. 

        But not now. No, now he had to oversee or delegate oversight for this suddenly scheduled meeting. With a sigh, Keystone hung up his office phone, killing his call he'd started much earlier, and punched in an extension. 

"Yeah, needs me a team. Site's bein' barney'd into a last soddin' minute venue for some stick-in-the-arse brigade. All availables, then. Didn't square much in detail. Yeah, one o' those. I'll be waitin' out to receive. Cheers."

        He stood, took a minute to refit his ballistic vest and throw a layer of clothing over it, anx walked out to the Hub proper. "Vinters! You're with me. Grab you an earpiece. Grab one for me, while you're at it. Ibanez, you're eyes n'ears. Get on the screens." With that, he strode out to the receiving area, a moderately pissed-off blonde lady in tow. 

Caesar Gonzalez

 Location: La Hacienda 
Skills: N/A

        Caesar made his way down the stairs, past the onlookers, and back into the viewing area. He was not overly comfortable there, any more than he was truly comfortable anywhere where he could be scrutinised. But these people were family. It wasn't as bad. He had less to worry about with them, and they had come to pay respects anyway. 

        Which remimded him: Those two upstairs were up to something. He couldn't tell what, nor even if it related to him, but something was being played close to the vest with his brother and niece. But, family. If they wanted him to know, they would have told him. 

Meanwhile, back upstairs...

        "Shit." hissed Thalia, her hands speeding over the keyboard. She knew that she should have isolated the drive better than she did, maybe plug it into a throwaway device beforehand. 

"What is wrong?" inquired Benicio, still cradling little Liam. 

        "Bitch booby-trapped it with a virus. God damn, this is nasty. Give me a minute." Whether it would take merely a minute or if this would become a pitched battle, Thalia was able to prevent her system from getting fried immediately. The countermeasure was still active, though, and Thalia had her work cut out for her as she attempted to isolate and remove evidence of the corrupting software. Whatever was on this drive had better be worth it.

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Riley Ridgeway

Location: Roy's Safe House
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Riley nodded as she went to take a seat at the table as Roy started to sit down and then forgetting the cups and plates, she rubbed her hands together as she started to drool slightly. The food smelled amazing, once Roy had grabbed the plates and cups, she stood up and started to grab herself a cup and several napkins. Knowing how messy wings usually are, as Riley poured herself some soda into the cup before sitting back down looking at Roy when he mentioned the three types of spicy the wings were. Biting her lower lip for a moment as she thought for a moment when ones to pick.

Feeling a little ballsy as she reached for the container with the 'I'm fucking dying wings'. "I'll try the hottest one first." Riley said as she opened it up setting the one wing. Riley then grabbed one of them and started to take a bite out of it, she started to take several more bites out of it. It was pretty hot, but so far she didn't mind the spiciness of the wing she had grabbed closing her eyes as she enjoyed it. Though she was most likely going to regret it later eating all the spicy food, but she didn't care at the moment she was really hungry.

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Cecily Ashworth
Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico 
Skills: Constitution, Marvel Universe Knowledge
	Cecily's eyes widened a bit with excitement when Natasha mentioned she had seen all the movies. While she knew some that would have passively sneered at a comment like that, Cecily didn't carry any sort of prejudices. A fan of the material was a fan, regardless as to what medium they consumed it in. Someone who just watched the movies wasn't lesser a fan than someone who only watched the animated cartoon or just read the comics in their favorite run. "Just curious," Cecily answered. 

	To be truthful, it was probably also a way of her deflecting from everything that was happening. She delved into comics and stories in order to escape her own reality. And now, in this world of shadowy organizations and hitmen, she could more easily understand the plots of Magneto and Dr. Sinister than she could Juno. "Thought it might be nice to talk about something not so...terrifying," Cecily then admitted. "The next one's supposed to be Dark Phoenix...I'm really curious as to what they'll do. As much as I love the Dark Phoenix saga, the Shi'ar and all may not translate that well to the big screen, since they haven't quite ventured into cosmic X-Men stories yet...But Future Past did well, so it'll probably be good." She had to stop herself before she started rambling. Fortunately, her phone had received a few texts that required her attention. 

	The transfer had been halted - good. And then there were messages from Riley and Roy. 

To Riley:
You'll shoot your eye out! -C
To Roy:
If I'm Rogue, then I think I could make it work. Rock the skunk hair and all. -CIris Kingston
Location: Justice Asylum
Skills: Disguise (Jaina)
	Something came over Iris all of the sudden. As if she possessed a hidden strength that was unknown even to herself, she flexed her wrists and the bonds broke. She blinked in astonishment, smiling despite the death and decay that had already made its home in the isolation ward. The hardest part of the battle was over - her biggest worry was then attracting the attention of an orderly or a nurse, in order to be let out. Jaina and Risa had taken her keys. 

	Iris walked over to the door, listening for a moment to see if she could hear anyone. She figured the worst case scenario was that someone would come looking for her, after missing a meeting with a patient, or that a nurse would come by to bring Jaina her medicine and some food. "Send 'elp!" Iris shouted as loudly as she could, her accent bleeding in more than normal. "We have another orderly down and a patient escaped!"

	Towards the exit of the asylum, Jaina mulled over Risa's words. She had to blend into the crowd and move like cattle now? She never imagined a bovine secret agent, but she supposed that a master assassin (she still didn't quite believe that job meant anything) would know what was what. And besides, Risa was Circus. She trusted her. So Jaina walked behind Risa, with a blank expression on her face. She swayed her neck slightly from side to side, mimicking how she thought cattle moved. 

	Jaina paused for a moment behind Risa, glancing around the room they had entered. She could see the next door - their next destination. But she still needed to follow Risa's instructions and while she had a blank face and the mildly bovine like movements, was it really getting across the cattle point? She could do much better! And besides, she liked this game. It was a lot more fun than anything she had done in the asylum with the doctors - aside from yesterday (and today's!) painting sessions!

	She took a deep breath, before saying in the most monotone and serious voice she could muster: "MOO."

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