[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GL1wkNx.png [/img][h1]Emily G. Reed[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] I guess the Togaline.[/right][right][b][code]Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival. The Toga Cult.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] "Toga, toga, toga..." This goddamn Toga line made Emily want to die. "Toga, toga, toga..." She hated that Vashti talked her into this, but, to the amazement of many, Emily indeed saw Vashti as an equal and a friend. A strange sister was born through their mutual hatred of Britney Williams and the Old Coven's shitty ass leadership. Vashti was a sister, maybe not through blood but through ten years of trials and tribulations, ruling the 8th Street Coven with an iron fist and crushing [i]all[/i] their opposition in the name of Emily's ego. That iron-clad friendship of the most unlikely person was why Emily was dressed in stupid dragon pajamas. Why Emily was here dancing like a fool with a bunch of other assholes. Why didn't she torch everyone here in the worst and most unexplainable mass murder event to ever face this stupid festival? "Toga, toga, toga..." However, there was a limit to it all. Emily was dead inside. She wanted to find Lila and toast her like the useless insect she was and show to the world - and that little "Coven" - what happens to those that cross Emily. G. Reed. "Toga, toga, toga..." Show Stormy... "Toga, toga, toga..." [i]... Luca...[/i] "Toga, toga, toga..." [i].. Jasper...[/i] "Toga, toga, toga..." [i].. Auri...[/i] "Toga, toga, toga..." [i]... And whoever the fuck else...[/i] "Toga, toga, toga..." ... That Emily G. [b][i]fucking[/i][/b] Reed was going to be the queen of this goddamn city! If not the whole world. Vashti Nour, Miranda, and Jacqueline Reed would stand by her side when she was crowned! 8th Street will spread its influence beyond St. Portwell as the other bastards who laughed at her would scrub her feet. Though, now that she thinks about it, it wouldn't make much sense to keep the name 8th Street Coven at that point, would it...? "Toga, toga... [i]Toga[/i]? Toga...?" The Chalice was handed to her. The prized possession of that boar Sully and those sluts just placed into her hands like it was [i]nothing[/i]. This was one of the most valuable and prized artifacts in the All-Verse, used by kings and queens, heroes and villains. Just being used as a goddamn party toy. It was insulting. Not just to Sully and everyone here, but the Chalice itself! It was just being passed down. Anyone could have just had just [i]walked off[/i] with it, and they would be scratching their heads wondering what the hell happened to the Chalice. Which is what Emily was going to do. Without so much as an excuse or a goodbye, Emily let go of the person in front of her with the Chalice in hand and walked out. The gap was quickly closed, and they were none the wiser. Emily power-walked away without looking back; her goal was to be inconspicuous. Well, it wasn't a priority as much as leaving with the Chalice was because if anyone got in her way, they would receive [u]hellfire.[/u]. Her destination? The 8th Street Manor. This Halloween Festival blows, but at the very least, it was starting to look like she would come out of this with [i]something[/i]. Enough to forget about what happened with Lila, though maybe she could leverage the Chalice over Sycamore to get at Lila's neck! Emily dug into her onesie, quickly pulled out her cell phone, and rapid-fired some text messages toward Brianna. All she had to do was open a portal back to the manor, and then everyone else could figure out how they would get home themselves. Well, Emily wasn't going to leave her sisters and Vashti in the open with these sluts. Emily blew up Brianna's phone with text messages. "God damn it, Brianna..." Emily hissed. "Where the fuck are you!? The one fucking time I need your fatass, you're not fucking here!" [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6D400qM.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/O6LA4nR.png[/img] [/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] 🤷🏿‍♂️.[/right][right][b][code]Cracker Island. The Halloween Festival. The Toga Cult.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] Adora would have a [i]lot[/i] to discuss with Lihn next week - though an Emergency session might be in order. It would be hilarious seeing Lihn's face when Adora tells her she beat the breaks off one of the wealthiest and most powerful families in the city only to make friends with Greenwood and end up dancing in a goddamn toga line. She chanted [color=fd8a6c][i][b]"TOGA, TOGA, TOGA!"[/b][/i][/color] with the others as she had a toga over this outfit because, unlike Linqian, she was not the type to show off this body she made for herself. However, her costume was coated in blood, dirt, and grass and ruined. Her cute little costume idea was ruined before she could match with Lyss. Where was Lyss, by the way? Hopefully, she was not stabbed to death in an alley or something, but like the rest of the Coven, Adora could not get a good read on her. However, she quickly pushed the Coven and all the murders out of her head as she cut loose and felt a sense of belonging that she had not felt in so long. That Greenwood gal, Ruby, had her hands on her shoulders, and usually, Adora would have told her to fuck off - But Adora needed this. She got to cut loose, even if it was in a way that would be [i]very[/i] embarrassing in a few years. Emily G. Reed didn't exist to her, and she shouldn't. Scum like Emily didn't deserve any of Adora's headspace. However, Adora couldn't help but let the guilt and other bad feelings creep inside as hard as she tried to will them away. There was only so long she could push them down... she looked off to the side, picturing the lil' Lisa there cheering her on before she jumped in. Seeing her in the conga line would have been hilarious because she was practically a midget. She remembered asking Leon to help her get stuff off the top shelf in the old Coven manor, then needing help lifting things... ... A tear went down Adora's face, drifting down her cheek until it fell off and hit the floor. Nobody noticed it. They were too drunk to notice anything beyond the celebration. Too drunk to care. Maybe Adora should be like that and wait for that damn Chalice to get passed back to her so she could try and chug a glass full of Everclear or something. Then she could drink the bad memories away, exactly how Lihn said she should [i]not[/i]. Though, it was weird when the Chalice didn't get passed down... Maybe someone was getting fucked up with it up there. Adora just shrugged. She saw Emily G. Reed disengage and leave and felt some satisfaction in seeing her leave. However, one of those Greenwood girls - Autumn? The gal with the glasses and frizzy hair ran up, got a few of their homegirls, and took off after Emily. They didn't get Ruby, but she let go of Adora and took off after her, her Toga hardly covering her. Curiosity [i]almost[/i] got the best of Adora. Almost. Though, she minded her business and stayed her ass in the toga line. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/onHsgyw.jpeg[/img][h1]The Greenwood Coven.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Their arch-nemesis.[/right][right][b][code]The Halloween Festival. Cracker Island. Ready to kick some Pancake-Ass.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] "... Oh, lawd," James laughed as he placed a hand on his forehead. "Look at these fools!" James said with a toothy grin as he let go of his face, and Naomi's eyes drifted towards them. "They're having fun," Naomi began. "Leave 'im be, James." "Just sayin'..." James said, putting on his trademark shit-eating grin. They were meant to be watching Autumn to ensure she didn't get jumped while everyone was off partying. Which was fair; they were a team, and leaving Autumn by herself was begging for someone to steal it from her. Not that James underestimated Autumn Hayes... He wouldn't want to fight her despite her unassuming appearance. Though they were also keeping their eyes on their arch-nemesis, Emily G. Reed! James knew she couldn't keep a lid on it forever. ... And she runs off with the Chalice. "Heh, called it!" James said with a grin as he reached inside the stroller, pushing past the blanket they had over it to grab the axe... Naomi grabbed his arm with both hands and looked up at him. "... We have to use [i]discretion,[/i]" Naomi seethed before she turned her head toward Autumn. "Get Pearl and Amelia." "Why not everyone else?" Autumn questioned. "Ruby will go batshit and have the feds all over us, Jess is useless at night - I'm sorry - and Kashmira isn't going to be much help," Naomi explained as she pulled the stroller out of Naomi's hands and shoved it into James hands and pointed at Emily. "[i]Follow her.[/i]" Autumn quickly ran off towards the conga line. "Where will you?" James tried to ask before Naomi took off between some buildings. James watched her quickly hop up a fire escape, run up it, and hop up to the roof. She chased after Emily from the rooftops. James laughed. "Hehe... what happened to [i]discretion?[/i]" He asked nobody as he looked over his shoulder and saw a group of Autumn, Pearl, and Amelia running after Emily in hopes of catching up. James ran behind them, running with this stroller like somebody's pops! Little did they know, Ruby noticed them disengaging and followed after them. [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/lr2aPKL.jpeg[/img][h1]The PRA.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Lila ([@NoriWasHere]), Stormy ([@Blizz]), & Luca/Bianca ([@FernStone]).[/right][right][b][code]The Halloween Festival. The Beach Bar. Cracker Island.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] Suddenly, all the attention was shifted to Lila and her strange arm. It was magic, no doubt about it. Thankfully, no one without magic should be able to see it... maybe. It was something they would want to keep under wraps. Fiona already brought attention to it, but Lila could weakly ask for help from their healer. "Hmph," Meifeng mouthed. [i]Now, you want our help, [/i] Meifeng thought to herself. She looked down at her empty drink and felt a little sad now that her fancy drink was gone. [quote][color=DA70D6]“We’re good, but let’s get out of here, I’m fine, Emily said something that messed with my head a bit and my power is tied to my emotions. Apparently. Could I borrow your healer, if they are here? We’re cool, we’re chill, nothing else is going on and we’re totally okay and nothing else will happen tonight I promise, and if something did happen tonight it totally won't spiral out of control, I'm not that drunk so you don’t need to worry about me……………please.’[/color][/quote] "... It sounds like it's about to spiral out of control," Meifeng flatly said. "Yeah, reassuring!" Cindy laughed. "If your magic is connected to your emotions, it is best to learn to steel yourself," Meifeng explained. "Emily is a bastard, I know. However, you cannot let degenerates like her get in your head like that. An insect like [i]her[/i] lives off that..." She shook her head. "But, um, if you think everything is under control, we'll leave you to it then!" Cindy said, "Do you want our number so if it [i]does[/i] spiral out of control, we can help out? We won't hold it against you if you say no, though!" That was when Meifeng snapped her fingers. "Trevor!" Meifeng got his attention, "Heal her, and [i]don't[/i] touch her weird..." Then she rolled her eyes. "On it!" Trevor said, his voice muffled by his Red Power Ranger mask. He hopped out of his stool and then walked over to Lila. He laughed as he said, "Whooooooooa! Havin' a little bit of [i]magic-incontinence[/i] there, buddy? Let Dr. [i]Love[/i] diagnose you!" He put his hands on Lila, grabbing her weird-bird arm. A green aura wrapped around Lila (and she probably felt a strange sense of dread as well) around her as the wounds quickly healed. "And just like that! Good. As. [i]New![/i]" Maximilian sighed. "... I know you don't want us at your 'after-party'..." Maximilian Finger quoted. "... And that's fair. But, do you want an escort to the ferry? So Emily and her people leave you alone as you all leave?" "Either way, [i]please[/i] drink responsibly..." Meifeng added. "Magic and alcohol do [b][i]not[/i][/b] mix." [right][b][code]The Halloween Festival. Cracker Island. Watching the Toga Party.[/code][/b][/right][hr]Meanwhile, a group of the rest of the PRA agents consisted of Nakala Phillips, Claudette Beaulieu, Helena Page, Sonya Mayfield, and Akira Shinjo. "... Wow, you guys are a bunch of sourpusses!" Sonya laughed as she stomped her foot on the ground. She stuck both her hands out. "It's a fuckin' celebration! A party! And you all want to walk around and look at stuff?! We can do that anytime! There's only a Halloween festival once a year!" Nakala rolled her eyes as Sonya continued rambling and put a hand on her hip... "Who knows what'll happen next fucking year?! Maximilian could fist that snake to death! We could get swallowed whole by it! Anyone here could die! Who fucking knows at this point!? The point is that we gotta live in the [i]moment[/i] and build memories while we're fucking here..." And Sonya naturally went on and on, and Nakala became a freaking senior agent for nothing. Her eyes drifted around, looking for anything to distract herself; however, Nakala's attention was brought to a sight. A certain sight. It was a remarkable sight. What did Nakala see? [url=https://i.imgur.com/eqlyynJ.jpg]A simple little white lady in a wheelchair with poofy hair.[/url] She had cat facepaint on as she strolled on by in her electric wheelchair. She rolled by (purposely, Nakala knew) and smiled at Nakala, saying, "... [b]Hi,[/b]" Then kept rolling, and Nakala stared at her as she drove off. To anyone else, it was [i]nothing[/i]. To Nakala... it was a [i]big deal.[/i] She took a step forward, telling Sonya, "Sonya, [i]dial it back.[/i] We're still on duty!" Nakala began. "Be professional." "That's my point exactly, ya'll don't know-" "Be. [i]Professional.[/i]" Nakala explained, hoping Sonya would get it. "Ooooh..." Sonya trailed off, "... Okay!" The lady disappeared, and Nakala sighed. [i]"... Toga, toga, toga!" [/i] "What's that commotion?" Helena asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't know, but let's find out!" Sonya shouted. "Better than standing around," Nakala shrugged. The group moved towards the chanting of the toga party, and when they came across the sight, Nakala could only raise an eyebrow in confusion. A whole ass conga line. People partying and having fun! Interestingly, the composition of the toga party featured members of 8th Street and Sycamore. Nakala figured they would had already started fighting by now but color her [i]surprised[/i]. That lady in the wheelchair was off to the side. She couldn't participate but chanted from the side, raising her arms rhythmically. "... Can I go?" Sonya asked Nakala with a sparkle in her eyes and rosy cheek. Nakala facepalmed. "... Go ahead," Nakala began. "Just keep your damn clothes on." "Yay!" Sonya shouted as she ran over to the toga line and shouted, "Toga me!" Someone chucked a cloth on her face and decked her, knocking her onto the ground. She weakly raised a thumb in the air. [i]"... I'm okay,"[/i]