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Lunas Decursing Attempt
At the mysterious Howl lounge, Luna, Martin, and Casey engage in playful interactions that are interrupted as Alison enters, questioning about a moped outside. As banter ensues and drinks are ordered, the lighthearted mood turns serious when Casey discovers a ring lodged in the couch cushions. Despite feeling its ominous presence, Casey innocently poses the possibility of adding it to the lost and found. Events take a bizarre turn as Alison's clothing unexpectedly ignites. Quick action from Luna helps to extinguish the fire, but soon after, Martin's attire also catches flame, leading to chaos as the fire extinguisher comes into play.
The situation spirals into further pandemonium when the atmosphere becomes unsteady, popping ears and deadening sound. An invisible force heats the room intolerably, prompting Casey to plead with the ring, apologizing for an unknown mistake. In the midst of this supernatural crisis, a silver bracelet is decursed, breaking the tension. Luna remains firm, trying to calm the group and handle the strange occurrences, as the other characters experience a mix of confusion and fear. The startling events culminate in the lifting of the ring's curse, thanks to the combined efforts of the gathered friends.
(Luna's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 17 2023]
At A Victorian Gothic Bar & Lounge (Howl)
The eastern door opens to a refined hexagonal room paneled in gleaming
mahogany. The high, arching ceiling holds a wrought-iron chandelier,
that combined with the southeastern fireplace provides most of the low
and dramatic lighting. The marble floor of the room reflects that
light, bringing depth to the black-striated dark green color. To the
west is the room's main attraction- a refinished antique mahogany bar,
with matching, arched built-ins behind it to hold a variety of alcohol.
The room is mostly set as a lounge. Seating comes in the form of green
and black barstools, a collection of couches near the wall of books to
the north, and a quartet of thick armchairs clustered around the
fireplace. A unisex bathroom door is unobtrusively set next to the bar.
A massive mural is painted across the northern wall with only the hints of an old door to the north beneath it. The painting depicts a pint-sized chick with glossy black hair and more than a handful of tattoos looking off to the right. The reflective sheen of her sharply cut fringe fades into a crescent moon as she gazes beyond the viewer, expression a little sad, but a little hopeful.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Luna blinks at Casey. She looks over to Martin, assessing for a moment, then back to Casey. She smirks. "Why would we need to be alone?" she asks, trotting back over to the armchairs and couches. She sits herself on the armrest of Casey's couch and her brows go up expectantly.
Martin lets out a half-laugh as Casey seems to get the pun, smirking some afterwards. He then decides to join in on Luna's teasing game, his eyebrows arching as he leans in a bit, "Yeah, why would we need to be alone?" He asks expectantly, as well.
"I mean..." Casey says, her eyes all coy themselves. "There could be reasons. Maaaaaybe you two would..." she says. "Like to get to know each other more, you know? And a layabout... laying about, might not be the best, you know..." she waggles her hand in a so-so fashion. "... ah, Alison, hi!" she chirps at the newcomer.
"Hey hey!" Alison announces as she blows through the door in traditionally chipper fashion, "Who's rocking the sweet moped?" she questions no in particular, strolling for the bar in search of generally unnecessary social lubricant.
Luna grins wolfishly at Casey before her attention turns to Alison. "Oh, Ali, hi," she greets, raising her glass to the redhead, "We were just discussing what we should do. What do you think?"
Martin smirks a bit at Casey as he sets his now empty glass down on a nearby tray, "Look at the designs that Casey here has for us," He jokes before his attention turns onto the opening door with the greetings of others, spotting Alison and flashing her a bright smile, "Alison! Welcome, how are you feeling?" He asks, scanning her over, "I am seeing that your colors are back,"
"What?" Casey says. "I'm innocent, I swears it," says Casey, holding her hands to her chest as she pleads her case. ""
Casey clears her throat, continuing.
Alison lbinks at Luna as she places her order, "Something about laying about? I better be invited!" she chides Luna, "You can't run off and cheat on your future wife when she's right here." she points out, acquiring her drink and meandering over to flop down wherever someone hasn't already. She grins at Martin, "A lot better!" she admits
"I didn't have any designs, rather than deepening the friendship of two strangers, meeting at a chance meeting in front of a cozy fireplace, in this lovely little... you know. Bar," Casey says.
Luna laughs with amusement at Casey's words. She shakes her head with the slightest amount of admonishment, the smirk never truly fading from her lips. "This is quite the group," she comments, her eyes ticking from Casey, to Martin, to Alison. "Lovely to be with such good company."
With a lift of her hand up to wipe her eye, Casey did stifle a yawn afterwards. "You're always so... interesting, Luna. I'm glad I met you," she says, hand idly digging into the cushions of the sofa. A pause, and she furrows her brow. "Hey, I think someone lost their ring?" she says. "Is this one of yours?" she offers, plucking it up and offering it to the others.
Luna's eyes go wide as Casey seemingly conjures up a ring. Her jaw drops. "Oh..." she says softly, leaning away, "That looks... Dangerous," she says, body tense and gaze full of suspicion. "Be careful with that."
"Aww," Martin lets out towards Casey, smiling genuinely to her, "Aren't you a blessed benefactor, Casey?" He says dramatically, bowing his head before his eyebrows arch to Alison, "I believe you've engaged half the town, in that case," He teases with a wink before offering, "I am glad to hear that, Alison. I've received the word that your donation has been shipped to the necessary field hospital, thank you," He offers, bowing his head to her. He squints at the ring, afterwards, "Oh, that's such a nice ring." He offers, in contrast to Luna.
"Don't wear the things much myself!" Alison confesses, then squints at Luna, "I thought I was supposed to be the one with commitment issues?" she teases mildly, sipping her drink without any inkling of anything being amiss.
"Dangerous?" says Casey. "Really?" her nose crinkles. "It was just stuck in the cushions here. Do you think they have a lost and found here?" she asks, sitting up a bit straighter as she brushes her fingers over the metal of the ring, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Would that be such a bad thing, though?" says Casey to Martin.
Alison wrinkles her nose at Martin, "I only remember informing Jen and Luna that we're future betrotheds!" she corrects, poking her tongue out in a display of utmost maturity.
"No," Martin replies to Casey with a shake of his head, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I don't judge anyone's betrothals, polygamy, so on and so forth, I am just making an observation," He declares to clear himself, smiling bright before he offers a wink to Alison, "Uhh-huh." He lets out before asking the real question, pointing at the ring, "What do we do with this thing?"
Luna looks to Martin specifically, her eyelids lowering into a sort of a glower. She hops up from where she sits and she matches over to him, grabbing him by the shirt and tugging him close.
A section of Alison's clothing catches fire.
"Well, do you want it, Alison?" Casey says, stretching out her hand to offer it towards Alison. "You can give it to the next person you propose to?" she says, her tone of voice playful and light.
"Fuck!" Luna blurts out as Alison's clothes come alight with flame. She scrambles over and with her bare hands, she begins slapping the fire, trying to snuff it out.
Martin seems a bit surprised as Luna hops over to him and starts whispering rather urgently. His eyebrows arch, and he is about to open his mouth to say something as Casey offers the ring to Alison. and it happens, a part of the lass' clothing just combusts and he lets out a rather loud "Oh!" Looking around in a hurry for some non alcoholic liquids as Luna just tries to pat it down.
Alison blinks a few times at Luna, "I want some of what he's having!" she enthuses, only to turn her attention to Casey as the ring comes her way, "Nah, I'd feel guilty about iiii IIT?" her voice rises as she realizes something is amiss before she tracks onto what that thing actually is, watching Luna start beating at her before she takes a more direct method of saving her skin, at the potential cost of the establishment's floor, jacket and top coming off to drop to the floor and be stomped at with vigor, "How'n th'fuck'd that happen?" she challenges fate itself, the Irish in her rising considerably and audibly.
Casey draws the ring back a moment, the fact that everyone seemed a little... more anxious about the thing seeming to catch her attention. So. She drops it, holding her hands up and sticking them in the air, confusion reigning supreme as she notes the spontaneous combustion of poor Alison's clothing. "What /happened/ there?" she says. "Are you okay? And if it's like... someone's ring, I can just leave it there, promise."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Luna is clearly freaked out and on high alert at this point. She watches as Casey drops the ring and it ricochets of the ground with a couple sharp pings. Then her ears pop. Her instant reaction is to duck her head down and clasp both her hands at the sides of her head. "Fuck, fuck," she hisses profanities, looking rather displeased.
"I don't think /any/ of us are equipped to handle this," Luna says, what ever that might mean.
Martin takes in a deep breath and lets it back out, seeming to calm himself down, "Well, guess I am getting the fire extinguisher," He says a little exhileratedly as Alison discards her burning clothing, he catches a glimpse of Casey being about to drop the ring and his eyes open wide, he is about to say "Wait, do-" Theen she does it, and the air pressure in the bar is rising immediately, "Ugh!" He lets out as he clings onto his ears, then starts limping towards the bar anyway, probably to ask for that fire extinguisher, just in case, "Well, I might be an emergency management graduate but I don't think I am qualified for atmospherics," He is telling Luna behind his shoulder.
Alison doesn't seem to mind standing about in her bra, go figure, but she pouts at her clothes, "I liked that top..." she complains, then looks to Luna, "Thanks for the save, though, cut-OW!" she begins to try and settle back down only to suddenly wince and clutch her ear, "Christ, today about fucking blows." she mutters
A section of Martin's clothing catches fire.
"Don't..." Casey begins, tilting her head as she realizes the sound was deadened. She opens her mouth to pop her ears. "DON'T WHAT?" she calls out. "WHAT'S GOING ON? IS IT THAT?" she says, pointing down at the thing on the ground, her features twisted into a rictus of discomfort and confusion.
If Luna were wearing anything other than heels, should would simply stomp Alison's flaming clothes out. Alas, she just had to dress up to go out tonight. She looks directly to Casey, her expression no different than an angry mother's, "Casey..." she says, sounding stern, "You need to ask that ring to be nice." She's serious.
"I think the ring's the least of our worries, isn't it?" Alison tries to the voice of reason in a world less reasonable than she assumes it to be, then, still stamping at her smoldering clothes, looks toward Martin, "Did you get that fire extinguiiii- MARTY'S ON FIRE!" she goes from question to alert, scampering over to start smacking at Martin the same as Luna had done to her earlier.
"Alright, so we will all take turns smacking one another," Luna decides with the firm nod of her head.
Martin lets out a quiet curse as he realizes that he can't hear his own voice, "I THINK THERE'S A GAS LEAK!!" He yells behind his shoulder to Casey before turning to the bar to finally grab the fire extinguisher from a confused member of the staff already moving to intervene with Alison, for good reason, too, because just as he lays his hand on the red implement, the hem of his trenchcoat just catches on fire, "FUUUUCKK!!! FUCK, FUCK!!!" Guess he's not so calm when he is the one on fire, he immediately takes the pin off in a hurry and points the hose of the fire extinguisher at the hem of his coat, firing right away, covering himself with the cold, cold foam and smoking himself up quite nicely with white.
Alison squeaks and scurries to make distance when Martin does the sensible thing, "LUNA I DON'T THINK I LIKE THIS BAR." she complains, overly loudly.
"Are you...?" Casey asks of Luna. Yes. Casey stifles the question before it leaves her mouth. She was serious. "Oh, fuck," she says, bringing her hand out to brush her hair back over her shoulder, her expression suddenly worried. "I mean... do you have any salt in the back? You know. For seasoning, or...?" she says. "Hello. I'm very, very sorry for what I did the other day," she says to the ring, glancing down to the ring - even though her eyes were glancing towards the corners of the place. "It isn't the bar, it's uh..." Casey pauses. "It's me, Alison. I'm sorry," she says.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"Oh my GOD, MARTY!" Luna shrieks at someone as he blasts himself with the fire extinguisher, "Do you realize how TOXIC that stuff is?!" Like fire is not infinitely worse in this situation. She looks to Alison, at a loss for words. She points to the ring on the ground, "It isn't the bar, Ali, it--JESUS CHRIST THIS PLACE IS GOING TO EXPLODE!"
"Oh my GOD, MARTY!" Luna shrieks at Martin as he blasts himself with the fire extinguisher, "Do you realize how TOXIC that stuff is?!" Like fire is not infinitely worse in this situation. She looks to Alison, at a loss for words. She points to the ring on the ground, "It isn't the bar, Ali, it--JESUS CHRIST THIS PLACE IS GOING TO EXPLODE!"
"Okay, okay," Luna tries to calm herself as both her hands lift, palms out, "Just.. Let's just.. Give it a few minutes..." This does not seem wise.
Martin seems to notice that his yelling right now might be unwarranted now that he can hear others, "I can hear you!!!" He yells at Luna as he bombards himself with the fire extinguisher foam, "It's okay, it's just a bit of LUNG CANCER!!" He then yells, looking down at his now fire-foam covered bottom half, letting out a sigh. Then he feels it, the room growing EXTREMELY hot, "Fuck, fuck!" He continues cursing as he just points the hose towards his chest this time, and guess what he does? That's right, he presses on the trigger, blasting himself with even more foam in an attempt to cool himself down.
"IT'S GOING TO WHAT?" Alison yells, eyes widening, "HOW DO YOU-..? WHAT DO WE?" she starts heading for the door, then seems to realize how hot it's gotten, slowing down and fanning at herself as she looks around, probably to check if she's on fire again for no clear reason, that not working, she goes for the only option she's got on hand and dumps her drink over herself. She better not catch on fire again.
"What the *heck*!" says Casey with all the fury and fear of a thousand scared pigeons. "I'm so SORRY, okay?!" she tells the ring, bringing up her hand to unbutton one of the buttons of her shirt - shucking her jacket at this point as she just rubs her upper arms vigorously with both hands. "I'm SORRY! I'M SORRY!" she cries at nothing in particular. "MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!"
"JUST!" Luna cries out, holding up an index finger to Casey, "WAIT!" She is panicking, but also attempting to take control of the situation. Hopefully the ring accepts Casey's apology soon.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.
The situation spirals into further pandemonium when the atmosphere becomes unsteady, popping ears and deadening sound. An invisible force heats the room intolerably, prompting Casey to plead with the ring, apologizing for an unknown mistake. In the midst of this supernatural crisis, a silver bracelet is decursed, breaking the tension. Luna remains firm, trying to calm the group and handle the strange occurrences, as the other characters experience a mix of confusion and fear. The startling events culminate in the lifting of the ring's curse, thanks to the combined efforts of the gathered friends.
(Luna's decursing attempt)
[Fri Nov 17 2023]
At A Victorian Gothic Bar & Lounge (Howl)
The eastern door opens to a refined hexagonal room paneled in gleaming
mahogany. The high, arching ceiling holds a wrought-iron chandelier,
that combined with the southeastern fireplace provides most of the low
and dramatic lighting. The marble floor of the room reflects that
light, bringing depth to the black-striated dark green color. To the
west is the room's main attraction- a refinished antique mahogany bar,
with matching, arched built-ins behind it to hold a variety of alcohol.
The room is mostly set as a lounge. Seating comes in the form of green
and black barstools, a collection of couches near the wall of books to
the north, and a quartet of thick armchairs clustered around the
fireplace. A unisex bathroom door is unobtrusively set next to the bar.
A massive mural is painted across the northern wall with only the hints of an old door to the north beneath it. The painting depicts a pint-sized chick with glossy black hair and more than a handful of tattoos looking off to the right. The reflective sheen of her sharply cut fringe fades into a crescent moon as she gazes beyond the viewer, expression a little sad, but a little hopeful.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Luna blinks at Casey. She looks over to Martin, assessing for a moment, then back to Casey. She smirks. "Why would we need to be alone?" she asks, trotting back over to the armchairs and couches. She sits herself on the armrest of Casey's couch and her brows go up expectantly.
Martin lets out a half-laugh as Casey seems to get the pun, smirking some afterwards. He then decides to join in on Luna's teasing game, his eyebrows arching as he leans in a bit, "Yeah, why would we need to be alone?" He asks expectantly, as well.
"I mean..." Casey says, her eyes all coy themselves. "There could be reasons. Maaaaaybe you two would..." she says. "Like to get to know each other more, you know? And a layabout... laying about, might not be the best, you know..." she waggles her hand in a so-so fashion. "... ah, Alison, hi!" she chirps at the newcomer.
"Hey hey!" Alison announces as she blows through the door in traditionally chipper fashion, "Who's rocking the sweet moped?" she questions no in particular, strolling for the bar in search of generally unnecessary social lubricant.
Luna grins wolfishly at Casey before her attention turns to Alison. "Oh, Ali, hi," she greets, raising her glass to the redhead, "We were just discussing what we should do. What do you think?"
Martin smirks a bit at Casey as he sets his now empty glass down on a nearby tray, "Look at the designs that Casey here has for us," He jokes before his attention turns onto the opening door with the greetings of others, spotting Alison and flashing her a bright smile, "Alison! Welcome, how are you feeling?" He asks, scanning her over, "I am seeing that your colors are back,"
"What?" Casey says. "I'm innocent, I swears it," says Casey, holding her hands to her chest as she pleads her case. ""
Casey clears her throat, continuing.
Alison lbinks at Luna as she places her order, "Something about laying about? I better be invited!" she chides Luna, "You can't run off and cheat on your future wife when she's right here." she points out, acquiring her drink and meandering over to flop down wherever someone hasn't already. She grins at Martin, "A lot better!" she admits
"I didn't have any designs, rather than deepening the friendship of two strangers, meeting at a chance meeting in front of a cozy fireplace, in this lovely little... you know. Bar," Casey says.
Luna laughs with amusement at Casey's words. She shakes her head with the slightest amount of admonishment, the smirk never truly fading from her lips. "This is quite the group," she comments, her eyes ticking from Casey, to Martin, to Alison. "Lovely to be with such good company."
With a lift of her hand up to wipe her eye, Casey did stifle a yawn afterwards. "You're always so... interesting, Luna. I'm glad I met you," she says, hand idly digging into the cushions of the sofa. A pause, and she furrows her brow. "Hey, I think someone lost their ring?" she says. "Is this one of yours?" she offers, plucking it up and offering it to the others.
Luna's eyes go wide as Casey seemingly conjures up a ring. Her jaw drops. "Oh..." she says softly, leaning away, "That looks... Dangerous," she says, body tense and gaze full of suspicion. "Be careful with that."
"Aww," Martin lets out towards Casey, smiling genuinely to her, "Aren't you a blessed benefactor, Casey?" He says dramatically, bowing his head before his eyebrows arch to Alison, "I believe you've engaged half the town, in that case," He teases with a wink before offering, "I am glad to hear that, Alison. I've received the word that your donation has been shipped to the necessary field hospital, thank you," He offers, bowing his head to her. He squints at the ring, afterwards, "Oh, that's such a nice ring." He offers, in contrast to Luna.
"Don't wear the things much myself!" Alison confesses, then squints at Luna, "I thought I was supposed to be the one with commitment issues?" she teases mildly, sipping her drink without any inkling of anything being amiss.
"Dangerous?" says Casey. "Really?" her nose crinkles. "It was just stuck in the cushions here. Do you think they have a lost and found here?" she asks, sitting up a bit straighter as she brushes her fingers over the metal of the ring, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Would that be such a bad thing, though?" says Casey to Martin.
Alison wrinkles her nose at Martin, "I only remember informing Jen and Luna that we're future betrotheds!" she corrects, poking her tongue out in a display of utmost maturity.
"No," Martin replies to Casey with a shake of his head, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I don't judge anyone's betrothals, polygamy, so on and so forth, I am just making an observation," He declares to clear himself, smiling bright before he offers a wink to Alison, "Uhh-huh." He lets out before asking the real question, pointing at the ring, "What do we do with this thing?"
Luna looks to Martin specifically, her eyelids lowering into a sort of a glower. She hops up from where she sits and she matches over to him, grabbing him by the shirt and tugging him close.
A section of Alison's clothing catches fire.
"Well, do you want it, Alison?" Casey says, stretching out her hand to offer it towards Alison. "You can give it to the next person you propose to?" she says, her tone of voice playful and light.
"Fuck!" Luna blurts out as Alison's clothes come alight with flame. She scrambles over and with her bare hands, she begins slapping the fire, trying to snuff it out.
Martin seems a bit surprised as Luna hops over to him and starts whispering rather urgently. His eyebrows arch, and he is about to open his mouth to say something as Casey offers the ring to Alison. and it happens, a part of the lass' clothing just combusts and he lets out a rather loud "Oh!" Looking around in a hurry for some non alcoholic liquids as Luna just tries to pat it down.
Alison blinks a few times at Luna, "I want some of what he's having!" she enthuses, only to turn her attention to Casey as the ring comes her way, "Nah, I'd feel guilty about iiii IIT?" her voice rises as she realizes something is amiss before she tracks onto what that thing actually is, watching Luna start beating at her before she takes a more direct method of saving her skin, at the potential cost of the establishment's floor, jacket and top coming off to drop to the floor and be stomped at with vigor, "How'n th'fuck'd that happen?" she challenges fate itself, the Irish in her rising considerably and audibly.
Casey draws the ring back a moment, the fact that everyone seemed a little... more anxious about the thing seeming to catch her attention. So. She drops it, holding her hands up and sticking them in the air, confusion reigning supreme as she notes the spontaneous combustion of poor Alison's clothing. "What /happened/ there?" she says. "Are you okay? And if it's like... someone's ring, I can just leave it there, promise."
Growing air pressure makes your ear's pop uncomfortably and deadens all sound.
Luna is clearly freaked out and on high alert at this point. She watches as Casey drops the ring and it ricochets of the ground with a couple sharp pings. Then her ears pop. Her instant reaction is to duck her head down and clasp both her hands at the sides of her head. "Fuck, fuck," she hisses profanities, looking rather displeased.
"I don't think /any/ of us are equipped to handle this," Luna says, what ever that might mean.
Martin takes in a deep breath and lets it back out, seeming to calm himself down, "Well, guess I am getting the fire extinguisher," He says a little exhileratedly as Alison discards her burning clothing, he catches a glimpse of Casey being about to drop the ring and his eyes open wide, he is about to say "Wait, do-" Theen she does it, and the air pressure in the bar is rising immediately, "Ugh!" He lets out as he clings onto his ears, then starts limping towards the bar anyway, probably to ask for that fire extinguisher, just in case, "Well, I might be an emergency management graduate but I don't think I am qualified for atmospherics," He is telling Luna behind his shoulder.
Alison doesn't seem to mind standing about in her bra, go figure, but she pouts at her clothes, "I liked that top..." she complains, then looks to Luna, "Thanks for the save, though, cut-OW!" she begins to try and settle back down only to suddenly wince and clutch her ear, "Christ, today about fucking blows." she mutters
A section of Martin's clothing catches fire.
"Don't..." Casey begins, tilting her head as she realizes the sound was deadened. She opens her mouth to pop her ears. "DON'T WHAT?" she calls out. "WHAT'S GOING ON? IS IT THAT?" she says, pointing down at the thing on the ground, her features twisted into a rictus of discomfort and confusion.
If Luna were wearing anything other than heels, should would simply stomp Alison's flaming clothes out. Alas, she just had to dress up to go out tonight. She looks directly to Casey, her expression no different than an angry mother's, "Casey..." she says, sounding stern, "You need to ask that ring to be nice." She's serious.
"I think the ring's the least of our worries, isn't it?" Alison tries to the voice of reason in a world less reasonable than she assumes it to be, then, still stamping at her smoldering clothes, looks toward Martin, "Did you get that fire extinguiiii- MARTY'S ON FIRE!" she goes from question to alert, scampering over to start smacking at Martin the same as Luna had done to her earlier.
"Alright, so we will all take turns smacking one another," Luna decides with the firm nod of her head.
Martin lets out a quiet curse as he realizes that he can't hear his own voice, "I THINK THERE'S A GAS LEAK!!" He yells behind his shoulder to Casey before turning to the bar to finally grab the fire extinguisher from a confused member of the staff already moving to intervene with Alison, for good reason, too, because just as he lays his hand on the red implement, the hem of his trenchcoat just catches on fire, "FUUUUCKK!!! FUCK, FUCK!!!" Guess he's not so calm when he is the one on fire, he immediately takes the pin off in a hurry and points the hose of the fire extinguisher at the hem of his coat, firing right away, covering himself with the cold, cold foam and smoking himself up quite nicely with white.
Alison squeaks and scurries to make distance when Martin does the sensible thing, "LUNA I DON'T THINK I LIKE THIS BAR." she complains, overly loudly.
"Are you...?" Casey asks of Luna. Yes. Casey stifles the question before it leaves her mouth. She was serious. "Oh, fuck," she says, bringing her hand out to brush her hair back over her shoulder, her expression suddenly worried. "I mean... do you have any salt in the back? You know. For seasoning, or...?" she says. "Hello. I'm very, very sorry for what I did the other day," she says to the ring, glancing down to the ring - even though her eyes were glancing towards the corners of the place. "It isn't the bar, it's uh..." Casey pauses. "It's me, Alison. I'm sorry," she says.
For several seconds the room grows painfully hot.
"Oh my GOD, MARTY!" Luna shrieks at someone as he blasts himself with the fire extinguisher, "Do you realize how TOXIC that stuff is?!" Like fire is not infinitely worse in this situation. She looks to Alison, at a loss for words. She points to the ring on the ground, "It isn't the bar, Ali, it--JESUS CHRIST THIS PLACE IS GOING TO EXPLODE!"
"Oh my GOD, MARTY!" Luna shrieks at Martin as he blasts himself with the fire extinguisher, "Do you realize how TOXIC that stuff is?!" Like fire is not infinitely worse in this situation. She looks to Alison, at a loss for words. She points to the ring on the ground, "It isn't the bar, Ali, it--JESUS CHRIST THIS PLACE IS GOING TO EXPLODE!"
"Okay, okay," Luna tries to calm herself as both her hands lift, palms out, "Just.. Let's just.. Give it a few minutes..." This does not seem wise.
Martin seems to notice that his yelling right now might be unwarranted now that he can hear others, "I can hear you!!!" He yells at Luna as he bombards himself with the fire extinguisher foam, "It's okay, it's just a bit of LUNG CANCER!!" He then yells, looking down at his now fire-foam covered bottom half, letting out a sigh. Then he feels it, the room growing EXTREMELY hot, "Fuck, fuck!" He continues cursing as he just points the hose towards his chest this time, and guess what he does? That's right, he presses on the trigger, blasting himself with even more foam in an attempt to cool himself down.
"IT'S GOING TO WHAT?" Alison yells, eyes widening, "HOW DO YOU-..? WHAT DO WE?" she starts heading for the door, then seems to realize how hot it's gotten, slowing down and fanning at herself as she looks around, probably to check if she's on fire again for no clear reason, that not working, she goes for the only option she's got on hand and dumps her drink over herself. She better not catch on fire again.
"What the *heck*!" says Casey with all the fury and fear of a thousand scared pigeons. "I'm so SORRY, okay?!" she tells the ring, bringing up her hand to unbutton one of the buttons of her shirt - shucking her jacket at this point as she just rubs her upper arms vigorously with both hands. "I'm SORRY! I'M SORRY!" she cries at nothing in particular. "MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!"
"JUST!" Luna cries out, holding up an index finger to Casey, "WAIT!" She is panicking, but also attempting to take control of the situation. Hopefully the ring accepts Casey's apology soon.
With a final burst of power the curse on a silver bracelet is broken.