Dovie eyes the food while everyone chats. “Hmmm… I did skip breakfast…” Her hand hovers over a blueberry muffin, before moving to hover over a piece of sourdough avocado toast, indecisive.

Dovie waves to Roberta. “Welcome! Axe throwing is to the east and the smash zones are north and south of here. Feel free to tape a printout of your enemy’s face to the mannequin before you go to town.”

Jakem nods to Esme “I think I’m up to two or three backup vehicles now. Even got the bulk discount.” he says with a wry smirk. “One of these days I’ll just spring for one of those fancy mini-tanks they call cars.”

“Just a joke about the other night.” Genevieve explains to Jakem, “Do you have a printer or is it like BYO enemy face portrait?” She checks with Dovie and grins at Esme, “That’s rough. I’m just a bit busy on my phone with some work things for a few but then I’ll go smash things.” She promises.

Jakem looks to Dovie “Oh shit, I don’t know what my arch enemy looks like. I don’t think I’ve ever met them.”

Dovie snaps her fingers and nods at Genevieve. “Let me get someone on setting up that printer.”

Esme hmms, “I don’t know who my arch nemesis is either.” She feigns a suspicious look to Jakem, “Maybe it’s you! Wouldn’t that be ah plot twist.” Then she laughs and gives Roberta a wave of greeting.

Roberta glides in without a care in the world. A gloved hand raises to Dovie, someone, Esme and Genevieve

Roberta glides in without a care in the world. A gloved hand raises to Dovie, Jakem, Esme and Genevieve

Jakem shrugs to Esme “I’d make a great arch enemy, you should be so lucky. I threw a party for my arch enemy yah know.”

One of the workers comes out, dragging a printer. Dovie points Genevieve over to it. “There you go! You can customize the prints to what you like.”

Jakem says “I mean she wasn’t invited, but the party was in her honor.“

Dovie blinks in surprise at Jakem. “You’ve… never met your own enemy?”

Jakem shakes his head to Dovie “Not as far as I know. But it’s the modern era yah know, times change, and sometimes you just gotta telecommute your rivalries.”

Dovie chuckles at Jakem. “Remote henching. We do live in the modern world after all.”

Genevieve looks up from her phone. “Sorry, all done. I’m not entirely sure who my arch nemesis is either so I guess I’ll go with Jeff Bezos because of Amazon canceling Etoile, and also for being super tacky with his wedding.” She decides, stepping over to the printer to get said portrait printed. “Alright, who wants to come with me to venture into the rooms and break stuff?”

Esme sends off a couple texts and grins a bit at the conversation. “I like it.” She decides of this remote concept. “How’s the toast?” She asks Dovie. Then she asides to someone, “I’ll tag along.”

Jakem looks over to Genevieve “Oh, is he getting married again? That seems a little foolhardy on his part, but eh. A’right, let’s go.”

Dovie nods in understanding at Genevieve. “Very tacky,” she agrees, “Though I didn’t watch Etoile, I will.”

Esme sends off a couple texts and grins a bit at the conversation. “I like it.” She decides of this remote concept. “How’s the toast?” She asks Dovie. “I eagerly await to see the destruction.” She grins to Genevieve and Jakem

“Delicious! It’s got some lemony zest on it, really makes it fancy,” Dovie nibbles, nodding at Esme. “You hungry? You should have some more!”

Genevieve grabs the print out and heads off with Jakem.

Loitering near the door, Roberta mentions, “I thought more people would show up to reck stuff.”

Esme nods to Roberta, “Yeah, people are being extra lazy I guess.” She moves to steal a muffin. “I’ll definitely drag Gabe here after the job I’ve got a lil later.”

Dovie tells Esme and Roberta. “Excuse me a moment, I’m going to try out one of the smash zones.”

Esme gives Obadiah a bit of a grin. “Hey Obies.” There’s a faint flicker of amusement toward Dovie as she comes back.

Dovie returns, her clothes slightly dusted by an unknown something. There’s a smile on her face. “Oh hey darling,” she smiles at Obadiah.

Roberta “Hmmms.” then heads off for a look.

Obadiah walks in just in time to hear Dovie’s outburst and blinks a few moments and then smiles at Esme and Dovie, before saving his ass in the most boyfriend way possible: “I love you?”

Dovie blinks at Obadiah. “Of course you do. This toast is lovely.” She reaches for her half eaten one. “Try the stuff out?”

Esme laughs, “Yeah, I’m gonna go find some things to smash.” She agrees with a ready nod.

Obadiah satisfied the rage is not directed at him he takes up a cup of coffee and gives Dovie a warm smile, “It seems to be going well. I see….” He flinches at Roberta’s gunshots and say, “Should have expected that.”

Roberta says, callig out, “I don’t think your chances are good to take over the Temple. Lykaia jumped ship there.“

Dovie yells to the other room. “Use the handle!”

Obadiah taps something on his phone before sliding his phone away for a moment, “She does hate Wolves. Like more than vampires which I didn’t know was possible.”

Roberta shrugs her hands. “Nope. She’s as human as they go. Just has a smidge of god blood.”

Dovie tilts her head at Roberta. “So she’s a demi-god? That’s still having supernatural blood, even if she’s more humanoid.”

Roberta says “Hating wolves is the vampiric national sport.“

Roberta says “Not activated. She’s still human enough that I can eat her like I would some cattle.“

“It’s not mugging, I won it in prize money.” Genevieve explains to Jakem, “It was clearly implied that we were throwing for money once I won.” She further elaborates, “I assume she mostly just wanted to go somewhere that appreciates violence.” She claims, raising a hand to greet Obadiah, “Hey Obie.”

Roberta says “Then she should have gone to the lodge“

Obadiah looks at his phone when it dings and tilts his head, “Temple and…. court? What the actual fuck?”

Dovie snorts at Jakem. “Everyone wants the Benjamin Button treatment,” she quips back before nodding at Roberta. “I see, that’s good to know.”

Obadiah up nods Genevieve and Jakem. “Sup, Vie. Jakem.”

Jakem nods to Dovie “I’m actually eighty seven you know.” He looks to Genevieve “Yeah, and then you made me drop my axe in the dirt during my throw. That’s cheating, which is kitten corner to mugging.”

Jakem waves to Obadiah “Vieve doesn’t think I can take over the Temple.”

Dovie eyes Jakem, trying to gauge if he’s actually eighty seven…

“She’d have to leave the Court to join the Lodge, plus I can’t imagine joining them while they’re all Howler infected is appealing for most people.” Genevieve claims, “If I agree do I get my twenty bucks?” She checks with Jakem.

Esme s

Roberta waves a hand in a so-so motion. “If you cant wrap your head around that, try Connie. She’s Temple and Conclave.”

Jakem calls southwards “Thank you! Finally someone acknowledges my aptitudes.’

Esme grins, “Here t’ help, encourage bad ideas, all that good stuff.”

Obadiah rolls his eyes and leans in to whisper to Roberta

Jakem nods to Esme “Yeah, main issue is what I’d have to do to take it over. I’m trying to foresee the unforseen costs.”

“Speaking of bad ideas, I saw a chainsaw. Excuse me.” Roberta mentions in passing, drifting off like a the bully kid in a candy store. Obadiah’s comment, she laughs, and pauses before picking up the saw, “Lykaia is also mentally ill.”

“Well they’re both very into guns and violence and stuff.” Genevieve points out, “Maybe they just want somewhere that’ll be impressed by their shooting skills and don’t think the organization is powerful enough to do much world goal wise.”

Jakem says, calling after her, “I picked up the chainsaw. You can use it though.“

Obadiah looks to the north, slightly concerned but says nothing. Dovie brought the flame thrower, it’s her problem

“They’re definitely struggling.” Genevieve agrees, “But I don’t mind as long as we still have the Order to pick on when we have an urge to bully someone all righteous.”

Dovie is ignoring the sounds of destrcution as she reaches for a champagne flute, peering into the glass after she takes a sip. “Are these… pop rocks?!”

Jakem says, calling northwards, “Hey, you need some spare gas?“

Discarding the flamethrower without a care for health and safety, Roberta heads back. “You have sprinklers, right?” she asks Dovie, having left the arm still burning.

Esme grins as she works on finishing her muffin. “They’re definitely pop rocks.” She glances off at the sight of the flaming mannequin and then briefly upward.

“The staff have extinguishers – is there an issue?” Dovie asks Roberta, craning her neck to peer at the north.

Dovie squeaks and dashes off towards the burning arm.

Roberta says, calmly, “Not yet, why?“

Roberta makes a point of looking completely innocent.

Jakem shrugs “I heard it’s not even her shop, dunno why she’s so worried. Don’t think she was foolish enough to pay a deposit for it?”

“Might still be liable if the fire spreads and takes out neighbouring buildings.” Genevieve reasons, “Anyway, I have to run, nice seeing you all, compliment Dovie on the place if she doesn’t burn to death.”

Jakem waves to Genevieve “A’right, see yah around Vieve.” he calls after, turning his attention to the blaze.

Esme says “Have a good one, Vie!“

Esme watches the mannequin rescue with a furrowed brow and light concern, but at least there’s a hose in play.

Roberta looks back over her shoulder as the arm is put out. “My job here is done. God I love innocent harmless pranks.”

Esme slowly looks toward Obadiah.

Jakem whistles softly “How’d you get her that drunk that quick?”

“I want it noted that I’m not eating her even though she just made it easy.” Roberta comments, wandering off to see what else she can reck.

Dovie wakes up on the couch, woozy. “Wuh…”

Jakem nods to Esme “Yeah, but isn’t she like a mermaid or something? Figured they’d be better at holding their liquor.”

Esme says “I don’t think she’s a mermaid, but she is ah fae. “

Obadiah looks up from his phone… “Shit.”

“I’m fine.” Roberta nods to Esme, which implies someone else isn’t.

Jakem snickers softly “Duly noted; mermaids are the lightweights of the folk.”

Dovie comes to with a groat, her eyes disoriented as she lays on the couch, a vomit-scented burp leaving her lips.

Jakem looks to Esme “Huh? She’s not? Why’s she always near the water? And she owns a swimsuit shop. She’s a mermaid.” he declares with ignorant confidence.

“I hoped that I’d be a mermaid when I grew up, but instead I was a siren.” Roberta mentions as Dovie passes out again.

Jakem looks to Roberta “Fire engine or police? I feel like I hear both a lot around you.”

Roberta says, deadpan, “Yes.“

Esme moves over to the couch to help keep Dovie in a not-dangerous passed out position, ordering one of the attendants to get a bucket from…somewhere.

“Yeah, Dovie is a Siren,” Obadiah mutters as he takes a seat on the couches and sips his coffee passively “I didn’t think the mimosas were that strong though. Like… ”

Obadiah says “There are only about three sips in them“

Dovie leans on Esme, groaning. “Fuck… Pop… Rocks…” she wheezes.

Jakem shrugs to Obadiah “Aren’t the sirens basically mermaids?” he comments as he grazes the snacks.

Roberta says “Sirens get less tail.“

Dovie says, slurred, “If I die, put my life savings into making a commercial warning the public of the danger of pop rocks.“

Esme lifts her brows to Obadiah, “Maybe you overdid it on the shnapps?” She wonders, patting Dovie’s head gently.

Roberta says, sounding pleased with herself, “That came out with more inyourendo than I planned.“

Obadiah chuckles at Roberta, “Yeah. Dovie, when she is sober, has the most intoxicating singing voice. I am just a world champion underwater breath holder.”

Jakem nods to Roberta “Vicious irony that, given that mermaids have no place to put tail.”

Roberta says “Cruel, even.“

Obadiah says “Apparently I put too much schnapps in these tiny mimosas, and Dovie is pass out drunk.“

Dovie weaves as she sits upright on the couch, alternatively leaning on Obadiah and Esme, depending on which direction her head is spinning.

Esme fishes her phone out to check a few things.

eyeballs the tiny mimosas, and bloody marys. “I feel like when I get home I need to chug one and figure out if I have a heavy poor.” He motions to the sparkling wine, “Those have only a small amount of booze though.” And yet, untrusting of his own skills, Obadiah continues with the coffee

Dovie slurs, “Don’t do it. Don’t drink crack rocks.”

Jakem looks to Obadiah “Why wait until you get home? Shouldn’t you help commisserate with your beau?”

Jakem frowns, looking to someone “Wait, are they gender coded? Should I have said belle? Or did we just kinda get rid of that when we adopted it into English? Eh, I’m sticking with it.”

Jakem frowns, looking to Esme “Wait, are they gender coded? Should I have said belle? Or did we just kinda get rid of that when we adopted it into English? Eh, I’m sticking with it.”

Jakem says, calling northwards, “GOod shot! Lookit how few innocent bystanders you hit with it this time.“

“I am fine with whatever,” Obadiah says texting someone or something, “And I don’t want both of us to be fall down drunk. Our horses are good, but I don’t want to risk falling off of one in the deep mist.” He chuckles then and cracks his neck, “I am responsible sometimes.”

“You know what?” Dovie insists, her words still heavily slurred, her eyes lidded. “I think it’s fucked up how much went wrong with planning this thing.” It’s the honest part of being drunk now…

Dovie paws blindly in front of her, groaning. “Five more minutes…”

As Roberta wanders back in, a group of attendents rush in with fire extinguishers.

Obadiah says “Hey Roberta? Before we leave can you… clean up the vomit with the flame thrower?“

Roberta says “This needed a werewolf to set on fire. Otherwise it was very cathartic.“

Jakem looks to Roberta “There’s a printer around here somewhere, you could probably print a picture of one.” He glances to Dovie “Unless she passed out before she set it up.”

There’s a guy standing next to a printer who waves at Jakem. Meanwhile, Dovie groans again. “Is it my birthday yet?”

Tapping her lip thoughtfully, Roberta shrugs helplessly. “I would.” she opines to Obadiah. “Unfortunately, someone used the fuel up trying to burn down a cabinet. Rude that.”

Dovie says “CRACK ROCKS! AVOID!“

Roberta shakes her head at Jakem next. “It’s just not the same. Tell me you’d not have great fun immolating Luka or any of those bad dogs.”

Jakem nods over to Roberta “Well it is what it is. Suppose whoever owns the place will have to deal with it.”

“That is very unfortunate,” Obadiah laments as he uses a rag to start to at least move it out of the way.

Obadiah says “There is a rage room event if anyone needs to get some aggression out. 106 Oakwood. “

Dovie says, slurring unsteadily, “I DON’T WANNA BE A GOOD DOVIE!“

Obadiah says “We’re working on it.“

Jakem nods to Roberta “Ah fair enough, though I’ve already got an arch nemesis I’m working on, don’t really have time for more.”

Dovie hiccups, looking ill as if she may vomit again soon after her outburst.

Obadiah looks apologetically to Jakem, “Sorry about that. Lots of questions going on about… Our host.”

“I had an arch nemesis way back when.” Roberta decides. “She’s in the lake now. The bitch stole my man.”

Jakem tsks and shakes his head “And now you have no arch nemisis. Can’t be so wasteful, they don’t come along all that often. How’d she steal him anyways?”

Looking north to see how the unnatural disaster is going, Roberta nods in satisfaction before turning back. “Oh I’m not so bothered. Another one will show up one of these years.”

Leaning on her opera cane, she stares at Dovie, apparently interested in what happens next. “Vomit is disgusting. I’m glad I don’t do it any more.”

“I think if she isn’t sober in the next 20 minutes, I am going to take her home,” Obadiah says after a moment of texting. “Put her in the shower and hose her down.”

Dovie slurs at Roberta. “Stay away. From. Crack.”

Jakem looks to Obadiah “If you need to sober her up, just try to get her to vomit more. That champaign should do the trick.”

Obadiah rubs, Dovie’s back and continues to sip the coffee, “Yeah… I mean. Yeah. I am sure she is very happy you all came. Today was a lot of work, and the Mist made things very difficult.”

“I will most certainly stay away from crack.” Roberta agrees with Dovie readily enough. “I can find a demigod otherwise.”

Pun dutifully delivered, she agrees with Jakem. “Yes. Studies have shown that drunks will sober up once you’ve exposed them to far more than they can handle, they pass out, wake up some place they didn’t mean to, and have a hangover, to which the cure is, completely coincidentally also alcohol.”

Roberta isn’t even trying now. It’s just nonsensicle word vomit trying (and failing) to mask itself as science.

Dovie blinks at Roberta, still slurring. “Are you. A teacher?”

Jakem nods to Roberta, looking over to Obadiah “She played a doctor in a play once, you can trust her.”

Dovie struggles to read her text messages.

Obadiah rolls up a sleeve to show off one of his tattoos, “I got piss drunk off of… We don’t need to talk about what. There was a vampire and faeblood involved, but suffice it to say I woke up in Tijuana with this new tattoo and Esme standing over me screaming Rise and Shine, Sunshine!” He shakes his head slowly, “Best vacation ever.”

Roberta nods with solemnity. It’s not quite sociology, but with the upmost seriousness, Roberta informs Dovie, “I am in fact a teacher.” Barely. And only because the university couldn’t find anyone else who was better– or actually– qualified. “I teach theatre.”

Dovie is on the couch between Obadiah and Esme, clearly looking drunk. The stench of vomit is heavy.

Jakem waves to Avalon with a broad smile “Long time no see, glad you could make it my friend!” He belows with a showman’s baritone. “Welcome to the Wondrous Wreck Whack and Wallop. Pick up a weapon and show those inanimate objects who’s boss. Oh, and greet your hostess when you’ve a chance.” he says, gesturing to the passed out drunk on the couch.

Obadiah goes back to rubbing Dovie’s back and looking mildly annoyed with the projectile vomiting.

Esme gently rubs Dovie’s back as well. “There there. Let it all out.”

Jakem says “Don’t get to close, or you’ll leave with an extra party favor.“

Alice slips in, almost immediately switching her gaze to Dovie with some concern. “Oh, jeez,” she manages, before she gives a little wave to Obadiah and Esme. “Um, is she gonna be okay?”

Dovie looks down at her vomit stained self, slurring. “Where-?”

Not only is Dovie vomiting repeatedly, but to the north a group of attendants are spraying extinguishers to try to put out an intentionally layed fire that (un)suspiciously, Roberta is very proud of, glancing over to check on it periodically. The flamethrower that caused it has been discarded just out of the way.

“I mean, she can regenerate the damage to her liver,” Obadiah motiontions around, “Please eat! Drink, if you take it slow you’ll be fine, and then go to one of the various rooms and destroy shit!” This is directed to both Alice and Avalon as they entered about the same time, “I am sure the Warden has a lot of frustrations she needs to work out.”

Avalon lifts his hand in greeting as he enters the room, only to soon enough carry it to his nose and pinch it for a good couple seconds, nodding slowly to what someone says “Right, greetings” He takes a moment to glance at the foods and drinks around, and then at the passing out, or maybe not, Dovie, followed by a shrug of his shoulders in understanding. Though to Obadiah he tells “I am good on destroying for now, I tend to take it out on mist monsters on a daily basis”

Esme will drink a bloody mary, slowly. because it’s basically two in one.

Avalon lifts his hand in greeting as he enters the room, only to soon enough carry it to his nose and pinch it for a good couple seconds, nodding slowly to what Jakem says “Right, greetings” He takes a moment to glance at the foods and drinks around, and then at the passing out, or maybe not, Dovie, followed by a shrug of his shoulders in understanding. Though to Obadiah he tells “I am good on destroying for now, I tend to take it out on mist monsters on a daily basis”

Alice takes another look at Dovie, then at Obadiah, then at the drinks. She shakes her head slowly from left to right. “Nnn… nnnno. No, I don’t think I’ll have anything to drink. Um, I might break some stuff, though. Do we just go anywhere?”

Esme nods readily to Alice, “Yep! Any room.”

Dovie fat fingers her cell phone, her eyes squinting as her body weaves unsteadily, her nice dress stained with vomit.

Alice grimaces in what can only be pity, and slips off to the east, looking for, perhaps, some axes to throw.

Esme leans a little into Gabriel when he comes over, one hand still on Dovie’s back to help.

Obadiah waits for Dovie to pass out again, a length of silk rope at the ready, because… reasons. “I think I am going to get her home and into the shower, here soon.” He glances to Jakem and Esme, “I have faith in you two.”

Dovie holds up her cell phone to Obadiah’s face. “The bzzzt bzzt!!” she slurs.

Gabriel waves to the crowd and settles on one of the couches beside Esme, whistling low at the state Dovie is in, “God damn. Yeah you are way too drunk to exist in public.”

Esme can’t help but laugh. “I think things’ll be okay.” She agrees. “Getting her home is probably a good idea…”

Jakem nods, stretching languidly with a yawn “Oh yeah, you can trust us.” he declares. “Who wanted the chain saw?” he calls out loudly.

Gabriel looks over to Obadiah and says, “Just say the word and I’ll catch her attention while you tie her up.”

Obadiah says “Oh yeah I am not wearing that ring… “

Esme looks tempted for a moment at the chainsaw.

Obadiah whistles innocently, “Let’s give it maybe five more minutes? Or until she passes out again, and if she doesn’t I’ll let you trance her.” Wholesome Haven at it’s finest.

Dovie says, slurring, “Dovie“

Obadiah says “No there are pop rocks in the mimosas I made. I think Dovie is just a lightweight.“

Gabriel nods to Obadiah, “Could also probably just have her get up and follow you home.” then he taps his chin, “Could even make her moonwalk out of here… I really need to use these powers for my own entertainment more often.”

“You, my friend, hang out with too many fae,” Obadiah says as he slowly makes his way to stand, grabbing a sandwich and cup of coffee before he leaves. “Follow me, Dovie. Let’s get you home.”