[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://decider.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/Agatha-All-Along-105-02.gif?w=640[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]8:00 PM - Sun. December 12th, 2038 - New Orleans, Louisiana[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Casper stared at his husband for a bit, before nodding quickly. It didn’t stop the sense of fear and panic that was pervading his body. [color=DBA1DE]”Okay, cool, cool, cool. It’s not me. It’s not happening. I love this. This is so so fun and oh fuck oh fuck JAMES A KID JUST FAINTED WHAT THE FUCK!!!”[/color] he screeched, all the color draining from his face. He wasn’t always the most serious of people, but when it came to kids, he tried his best. Especially ones that they had agreed to be legally responsible for for a few nights. He stood up quickly, banging his knee against the table but he didn’t care. [color=DBA1DE]”Is she allergic to ghosts???”[/color] His heart was pounding, and the blue light started to curl around his hands again, his eyes beginning to change color, and the faint outline of four spectres began to materialize. 

	James was halfway around the table as Casper shot to his feet. He'd planned to do exactly what the little van Dyne did but watching her freeze had him reassessing. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Babes, there weren't any ghosts so-”[/color] James turned, pausing as he reassured his husband. Well, there weren't any ghosts originally but Casper's panic was clearly inviting some to play, and the unwelcome ones usually came with… ill intent. James briefly tapped the medallion tucked under his shirt and turned to the kids.[color=mediumspringgreen] “Anyone with relevant information about Ms. Bassard's condition, please stay behind. Everyone else needs to follow Danni and Dorian back to the living room.”[/color] 

	James focused back on his husband, offering a smile and cupping Casper's cheek. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Hey, babes. She didn't have any issues with ghosts ‘cause there weren't any. You didn't do anything wrong. You're safe, she's going to be fine. Take a deep breath and focus on me, okay?”[/color] 

	Casper did his best to breathe, but his breaths were short and rapid. It was probably for the best that he wasn’t aware of the presence of three teenagers (including his son) trapped inside his head. But it did mean that this situation would only continue to worsen. [color=DBA1DE]”I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying,”[/color] he stammered. 

	Casper wasn’t the only one who had screamed as Sabine dropped - April did, too. Were things between them bad at the moment? Yes. But April didn’t hate her. Not really. She was upset and hurt, and neither of those feelings negated the fact that it was terrifying to watch someone she knew slump over into a dead faint without any warning. She was too stunned to move for a moment, her face stricken with fear, before she shoved her chair back with a scrape, intending to go check for a pulse - only for Vicky to beat her to it. She [i]did[/i] hate Vicky, yet at this moment, she didn’t care about that - not if the psychopathic robot could make sure that Sabine was okay. 

	Even more reassuring than Vicky, however, was the fact that Dorian’s and Danni’s dad, James, was on it. He could heal anything. If there was something wrong with Sabine, he could fix it. Only… Only he didn’t touch Sabine. He didn’t seem to start healing her at all. The panic only increased. Was this something he couldn’t heal? Why wasn’t he healing her? [color=42A9FF]”Is she going to be okay, Mr. Kingston? Can you help her? Please please please help her, I know she can be kinda mean sometimes but she doesn’t mean it - she doesn’t know she’s being bitchy - or maybe she does but she still deserves to be healed,”[/color] April begged. She didn’t want to leave the room until she knew that Sabine was going to be okay - even with all of the chaos happening. 

	She was so worried about Sabine that she didn’t even notice the two others who had stopped moving - Danni and Vicky. She was still holding Danni’s hand, now gripping tightly out of sheer panic at everything that was happening. April hadn’t even begun to emotionally process what Vicky had suggested - that Ser Nemo was actually alive. Instead, she was terrified that her ex-girlfriend was about to die, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

	Percy, of course, knew that this wasn’t simply just a fainting spell. He had been training on the same team as Sabine for most of the semester, and had consented to her using her powers on him a few times in training. He knew her tells. He knew that when her eyes went ghastly white it meant that she had used her power. On who? It was hard to say. It was hard to focus, with the adrenaline spiking and the screams all around - as well as what looked to be [i]actual[/i] ghosts, pushing their way through from the other side. 

	[color=ed1c24]”Mr. Kingston, she was using her psionic ability before she went down,”[/color] Percy informed James, trying to keep his voice steady - but even he couldn’t hide the way it shook slightly. Sabine was a friend. He’d never seen this happen to her before when she used her powers. He was no expert in telepathy, but dread pooled in his stomach - especially as Dorian had mentioned his family’s concerns about psychics… A tiny part of him was glad, though - glad that someone else would have James’ eye, that perhaps Dorian’s father would fixate on a different child, and forget about everything from earlier that day, forget about the alcohol he had doubtlessly detected in Percy’s system. 

	[color=DBA1DE]"Wh-wh-what?"[/color] Casper squeaked. [color=DBA1DE]"On who?!"[/color][hr]	Ben paused for a moment, noticing the way Leah froze up a bit - and then he almost kicked himself, realizing it was because of [i]him[/i]. He was so used to just letting his hair loose, so to speak, in his own home, he’d forgotten how shocking the tentacles could be to those who had never seen them before. And he was far from the only visible mutant living in the sanctuary they’d created here in the French Quarter. [color=silver]”It’s not contagious,”[/color] he deadpanned, the tentacle reemerging to give Leah a small wave. She was just a kid. He didn’t take offense to her being startled. If she had questions, he’d answer them - but otherwise, he was just going to leave it at that. 

	His husband set Leah to work, tasking her with a bunch of different portions of preparation, as Ben’s tentacles set to work gathering the other supplies they’d need - pulling out the blender, the glasses, the toppings, and of course, reusable red and white striped straws. However, as Max pointed out that Leah hadn’t offered up her own favorite flavor, a slight smirk found its way onto his face. He leaned in conspiratorily towards Leah, careful to keep a respectful distance, and dropping his voice to a whisper. [color=silver]”If you say your favorite flavor is vanilla, I’ll give you $100 cash.”[/color] He kept money on him for trips that saw him leave the French Quarter - and for giving out bribes when needed.