Dovie’s Wednesday night odd encounter(Dovie)
Date: 2025-07-16 22:37
(Dovie’s Wednesday night odd encounter(Dovie):Dovie)
[Wed Jul 16 2025]
In The Brine Pool Lounge – The Ship’s Galley/span>/span65F(18C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Carnation and Lake/span>/spanDovie clears her throat, pulling up a digital file on her phone. “Okay so two things everyone needs to know,” she tells Obadiah, Sofia, and Ambrose, ignoring the jokes that fly right over her head. “First, the key vulnerable points are the mercenary ritualists that are empowering the subliminals. They operate out of their homes as a kind of ‘work from home’ type of deal. Apparently there’s some living in a commune downtown, We Work kind of thing. Also, the suggestive poses are totally not FCC compliant to be broadcast, so… maybe there’s something to do there? What do we think, crew?”
The group of four are huddled together in the back room of The Brine Pool Lounge. Dovie looks between Obadiah, Sofia and Ambrose, rubbing her hands together for the game plan.
Obadiah reaches into his pocket to find something and then frowns, not finding what he is looking for, before looking back to Dovie. “Do we have any sort of description of any of these work from home ritualists? Or where this commune might be?” He frowns a moment, “I mean if we had some place to start I am sure between the four of use we can track them down.”
Ambrose considers Dovie’s words placidly, his gaze drifting between both Sofia and Obadiah for their opinions. “I am prepared for either. Mercenary ritualists know the risks of what they’re doing. Kai should expect that someone might come knocking if someone has him hex them.” A nod to Obadiah follows.
Sofia glances to Dovie and says, “I’m not entirely sure the FCC is gonna have much to say about rituals, though there’s an argument to be made about it being more in their jurisdiction than cable, it’s technically over the airwaves, after all.” She glances to Obadiah and Ambrose, before admitting, “I’m usually a pretty blunt instrument unless we’re talking our way in, but I don’t know how we’d geolocate the source of rituals, not my forte.”
Ambrose is already staring off at the middle distance between himself and Obadiah moving his lips but with no words coming, and no other motion.
Dovie turns her datapad towards Obadiah, Sofia and Ambrose, so they can see the screen. “It’s a group of three led by this one.” The photo is of a group of three people: three nerdy looking individuals. One woman with long black hair, a bald goth looking man, and a chubby teen wearing a set of fake cat ears. The background of the photo is a Geek Squad location and they’re all wearing uniforms. She zeroes in on the chubby teen with cat ears.
“Zap Bennigans. This one. Don’t let his looks fool you. He’s said to be the ringleader. And also-” she squints as she reads some new information from her datapad. “Huh, I guess he’s been alive since the… 60s?”
and Ambrose share a lot of good ideas, and some bad ones, but apparently in this case they agree on the course of action and working together the magics pull the ritualists towards the We Work building, just a few blocks off of South Mariner proper, closer to Fairfield. “That way,” Obadiah says pointing the appropriate direction, “Or in general. Ambrose probably has the exact address but that way. Generally speaking. We’ll know it when we see it.”
Obadiah and Ambrose share a lot of good ideas, and some bad ones, but apparently in this case they agree on the course of action and working together the magics pull the ritualists towards the We Work building, just a few blocks off of South Mariner proper, closer to Fairfield. “That way,” Obadiah says pointing the appropriate direction, “Or in general. Ambrose probably has the exact address but that way. Generally speaking. We’ll know it when we see it.”
“And he’s still pulling in work at Best Buy? You think he’d have a decent retirement fund set up by now.” Sofia studies over Dovie’s pictures to confirm IDs with a nod, giving a thumbs up as Obadiah and Ambrose seem to narrow down a location. “So long lived with youthful appearance, we’re most likely, but not necessarily looking at a catboy vamp for the ringleader?”
“The woman’s name is Polly Purple and the bald one is known as Hawk. Just… Hawk,” Dovie looks between her conspirators. “Who is versed in the arcane? We can physically stop them perhaps but it may be good if one of us can advise on the…” She holds up her fingers, wriggling them. “Spooky ooky stuff.”
Dovie double checks the datapad at Sofia’s question. “No, no, it says here he is very much the ringleader, at least from the intel we have now, but… who knows. I suppose we’ll find out soon?”
Ambrose breaks his gaze back to Dovie, then to the picture, committing it to memory as they go on their way. “It should be coming up soon,” he agrees, attention more on the photo than on the streets or surrounds, when they do depart. “Once more, you say what I am thinking,” he supposes to Sofia.
“And if it’s a vampire, well,” Ambrose supposes placidly enough, breaking a bare smile after. “All the better.”
“Catboy Vamp?” Obadiah says with a grin and a bounce in his well heeled shoe. “That is a refreshing change of pace.” He gestures to Ambrose, “He is the master scroll. I should hope he is a good arcanist. Better than me anyway.”
“I’m all for stopping them remotely if we’ve got a plan,” Sofia offers to Dovie, arms folded as she leans back a bit. “But unless the brain trust has some ideas,” she continues on, gesturing her head to Ambrose and Obadiah, who apparently has recently earned brain trust status somehow, “I’m OK if we’ve gotta shove a few nerds in lockers.”
Dovie nods at Sofia and continues rereading the datapad as they walk, trailing behind the rest of the group. Thanks to Ambrose and Obadiah, the foursome would find the We Work building soon enough. It’s basic, just like all the other We Works. When entering the building, there’s a woman wearing a clean uniform with a bright, too white smile who greets them at the front desk in the entrance room. “Welcome to WeWork! Membership passes please?” Beyond the greeter, one can see through glass walls into the shared workspace. There’s a coffee bar, a kitchen, a handful of desks, and a few private offices also with glass walls. A handful of individuals are up late, including what seem to be a few students from the nearby university.
Drifting along into the building, Ambrose gives the greeter a look to match, clearly unenthused with the rigmarole. “We just said we would be right back, did we not?” A look over his shoulder for confirmation, from the rest of the crew, to Dovie and Sofia and Obadiah.
Obadiah nods as he looks down at one of his own rings then back up to Ambrose. “We did, I thought for sure I even left my ID to hold our spot,” he placidly agrees with Ambrose before looking back at the receptionist, pointedly.
Sofia bobs her head back to Ambrose easily enough, eyebrow arched at the greeter expectantly as Obadiah keeps up the shtick.
Ambrose could’ve just tranced and walked by, to be fair. “We were just here,” he repeats, exhaustedly, exhaustingly.
Dovie agrees with the rest of them, nodding.
“Oh!” The front desker tilts her head, as if unsure for a moment. She looks to all of the individuals. “Well company policy says you scan in, but we also have flexible membership packages. If you are already members, then you can scan you cards here-” But just as she’s giving the usual kind of corpsales spiel, her eyes wander to the screen in front of her and she blinks. “Oh wow. I’m so sorry, you all have VVIP access! I’m so so sorry, the system glitches sometimes.” She seems nervous and apologetic now. “We have some smoothies in the kitchen fresh made, please help yourself!” She shoots Ambrose in particular an anxious look. A sort of ‘please-don’t-write-a-complaint-email-to-my-manager-I-need-this-job’ type look.
When the group would finally arrive in the open workspace, there are indeed smoothies laid out on the bar: multiple drinks in various colors of the rainbow. A group of three sit at the end of a long table. There’s two private offices, both with groups of two. And there’s a few scattered individuals in the kitchen, at the tables, and in a lounge area.
The front desker is trembling as Ambrose walks past, the smile frozen on her face.
Obadiah absolutely helps himself to a strawberry banana smoothie at the smoothie bar when they are let in and slurps on it as the further discuss their approach. The straw is tapped free and thrust into the top of the container before looking to the smoothie bar attendant, “Are these paper? You know plastic straws kill sea turtles. I mean yes sea turtles are assholes, but they don’t deserve straw death.” He makes a slurp, and wags his brows as he returns to the group at large.
A pimply teen mans the smoothie station in the shared kitchen. With a case of bad acne and braces on his teeth, he stutters at Obadiah. “Uhh, they’re like obvs plastic? You know you don’t like have to like use the straws. Soda can plastic kills like way more turtles anyway.” No respect for older folks, kids these days…
Dovie meanwhile snags a mango smoothie, but she fishes the straw out when Obadiah makes mention of the turtles.
Obadiah takes another pull then removes the straw from his mouth to tell Dovie, “No no I said their assholes. It’s ok.” He glances back to Sofia and Ambrose, “They probably just keep them listed so people don’t actually leave. Google used to do that back in the 2010s right? Free food, free dry cleaning, dating services. You never had to leave campus to do anything! Stay and work all the time….” He gestures around, “Plus I am a VVIP guest. I paid a lot of money for this membership I am going to enjoy the perks.””
Dovie frowns at Obadiah. “Why are we talking about seaturtle butts? Do they even have butts?” She sips at her smoothie, and then looks at it in surprise. “Oh wow, there’s chia seeds in this!”
The teen smoothie bar wage-slave sneers at Obadiah. “Back like 15 years ago? We don’t let people sleep here.”
When the group glances to the trio in the corner, it becomes clear that the three are playing some kind of card game together, only very intensely and very quietly. It’s almost a little odd, but it’s innocuous.
But as their attention is focused on the group there’s the scent of… cheeto dust and cat litter in the air…
“Yeah don’t you have something to do?” Obadiah asks the teen and waves the hand with the pinky ring in a dismissive fashion, “I think there is something behind you.”
Obadiah turns his attention back to the group at the end of the room and mutters to Sofia, “Magic or Pokemon? My money is on Magic.”
Nerds playing card games? Sofia seems to have a bit of an idea. She snatches up a random smoothie and sluuuurlps annoyingly and then just strides over to the group without saying much of anything, smacking at her lips and exhaling a breath, glancing at Obadiah while momentarily betraying a smirk. Then she just smiles and acts like a bit of a clueless airhead, craning her neck over at the group and their card game, asking a little obnoxiously, “Whatcha playing, Digimon cards?”
Something catches the eye of that teenage smoothie slave. He turns away from the group of four, calling out to another patron wearing a hoodie. “Sir, sir! That is not a trash can, Sir!” He stomps off and away to handle the customer dumping something into a potted plant.
Content to let Sofia and Obadiah handle those folks after the front desker, Ambrose instead shifts his attention elsewhere. First it’s the wage slave, then it’s hoodie fellow themselves, then it’s back toward the offices. Just generalized lookout behavior, glancing back Obadiah’s briefly to nod. “Possibly.”
The trio of card players look up at Sofia. Two of them gawk at her while the third scoffs. “Digimon? That’s so 1999. We’re playing Yu-Gi-Oh!”
One of them mutters under his breath. “I like Digimon…”
Dovie stares as Sofia approaches the group. The third card player winks at Sofia. “Got room for one more. Wanna be my green-eyed olive dragon?”
Sofia sits down by the third player, having found her target. She smiles wide as she settles in and tells the player, “Is it hard?” There’s a little more emphasis than necessary when she enquires about the hardness. “I mean I guess a pro like you could show me how, seeing as it’s my first time and all.” She leans over with her cheek to her palm as she rests against the table, watching the game play out.
Whilst Sofia converses and Obadiah preps for danger, Ambrose drifts along down deeper into the workspace, following his nose and his familiarity with death toward something offending both.
The players mostly seem glad to have someone cute interested in their game. The leader begins on a long winded, too-detailed explanation of mechanics while one of the player’s cheeks blush bright red and the third one just stares at Sofia. Like really just stares without blinking, as if he were shocked she was actually interested in their esteemed battle.
Dovie looks around the workspace, gazing at the other individual here tonight while Ambrose drifts along deeper into the room. It’s quite large, but towards the far wall, there’s a hallway leading to a bathroom. There’s an bright yellow sign in front of it that proclaims that the bathroom is under maintenance.
As the card player drones on, the various screens in the room flicker with an imagine: a green haired siren wearing a slinky dress beckons to the watchers of the screen, giving a little wriggle and a wink. No one seems to comment on this, or regard this as strange, and then the screens return to their regularly scheduled programming.
“So let me get this straight, so to activate a trap card you’ve got to…” Sofia is mired in the group’s explanation of the game, actually seeming to grasp it fairly well despite all of her earlier hamming it up, and then pauses to introduce herself to the group, saying, “Oh, I’m Angela by the way,” she says, introducing herself, and hoping the socially awkward nerds will pick up on the cues to do the same. She winks over to the blushing player, adding, “Or Angie to my close friends.”
Ambrose ain’t see shit here, boss. Maybe the Yu-Gi-Oh is more interesting.
Ambrose sees a bathroom, close for maintenance. To make things worse, there’s a few other doors down this hallway that lead to whoever-the-fuck-even-knows. The scent of cat litter and cheetos remains in the air, however. Not stronger, not lighter, just the same whiff as was smelt before for those with sensitive noses.
Back at the gaming table: “I’m Brad, this is Josh, and this is Micah,” The rules laywer explains to Sofia, giving her a wink. “And you got it, Angie,” he says with some emphasis. Dovie shakes her head as she overhears, but now done with that mango chia seed smoothie, she makes her way back to the smoothie bar for another, trying this time to sneak a plastic straw… because convenience.
A few other individuals mill around. Someone reading a book. Someone on a laptop. The individuals in the private offices still talking about whatever it is they’re talking about. Their mouths can be seen moving behind the glass.
Obadiah wanders away, unable to watch the Yu-Gi-Oh game just because it is Yu-Gi-Oh. When he sees Ambrose has wandered away looking for something, and when the three introduce themselves with not the names he is looking for, he starts his own investigation about the room, following the scent of nerd and kitties.
Nope. Nothing here. Obadiah should have listened to Ambrose the first time.
When Obadiah wanders the room, all he gets is that strange mix of scents somewhere in the room. Oh, and the snarky teenager is making another batch of smoothies. The noise breaks the relative peace of the workspace.
“So good to meet you guys!” Sofia says, all bubbly to the players, taking a break to slurp at her smoothie, and talking a little loud and obnoxiously. “By the way Brad, before I drop this Exodia, the Forbidden One, I gotta ask… is there a kitty in this office? I kinda feel like my allergies are acting up–I’m sure you guys know how that can be–and I was wondering if there was someplace I should avoid, cause I haven’t taken my Claratin today.”
Never underestimate the magic of a good decoration, a pretty smile, and some charm. Where Ambrose and Obadiah failed with raw magic, the former looks casually toward the group when she asks her question.
Brad’s eyes go wide as Sofia threatens to make the game winning move of all moves. Impressed, he lets out a whistle, looking her up and down. “Damn, Angie. You really got it all.” The other two guys look up at her in awe as well. Brad’s nose wrinkles when she asks about cats and he scoffs. “Yeah, someone smuggled some cats in.”
Josh bobs his head. “Yeah, Micah heard them meowing, but I haven’t seen them myself.”
Brad shakes his head. “I thought that was against the terms and conditions but every time we tried to complain to the staff, they just brushed it off and said there’s no cats around.” He raises his eyebrow at Sofia, but for you, milady, I’ll go make a complaint right now.” He snaps his fingers at one of the other guys. “Micah, go get Angie some Claritin, stat!”
He raises his eyebrow at Sofia, “But for you, milady, I’ll go make a complaint right now.” He snaps his fingers at one of the other guys. “Micah, go get Angie some Claritin, stat!” (fix of last few sentences)
Dovie is busy at the kitchen, hiding her straw usage from Obadiah.
Sofia mews out with her best little pouting obnoxious baby voice, something none of her compatriats have ever heard before: “Would you, Micah? I do actually like kitties, I just don’t want my eyes all puffy! You don’t even have to tattle on them, maybe we could go take a look after the game? It’d be soooo cute.”
Micah shoots out of his seat, almost toppling his chair. It’s real awkward. Maybe a little cringe, or maybe a little cute, depending on the perspective. “You want Claritin, Angie? I can get you that, or did you want me to find the kitties? Or both?”
Josh digs into his backpack and pulls out a little bottle of Claritin, sliding it over to Sofia. “Here you go, Angie!”
“That solves that,” Sofia says as she takes the bottle from Josh, popping the cap and taking a pill out. To Micha, she continues on, “Guess that means you get to find the kitties!” Wrapped, around, her finger.
Sofia pushes the bottle back across the table to Josh, wiggling her shoulders lightly. “So yeah, I’m gonna summon Exodia and…” She dives back into the game like nothing happened as Micah sets off.
Micah nods eagerly and zooms off, a man on a mission. Josh takes one look at that Exodia and sighs, ambling off. “Might as well help Micah!” he decides, but Brad? Brad sits back, slouching in a way he likely thinks is cool and upnods Sofia. “That gives us more time to ourselves, Angie-bae. What kinda stuff you into?” His eyebrows waggle.
But before this wannabe alpha dawg can get his swag on hard, Micah pops back up. “Angie? I heard some meowing coming from the bathroom over there? It’s supposed to be closed though. Do you think there’s cats stuck inside?”
The screens flicker again. There’s the green haired sired, dancing seductively, her garment sliding down off a shoulder. Lower… Lower… Lower… and then we’re right back to regularly scheduled programming folks!
Sofia looked as if she might say something dirty back to Brad, leaning over him to give that impression, but Micah successfully saves her from the awful fate of neckbeard she’s been consigned to and she amends her comment to, “I like saving trapped kitties for one. Let’s go check it out!” She pops out of her chair and says, “Good job Micah, let’s go see!” as she heads towards the bathroom with whichever nerds in tow who want to follow.
No one reacts to the strange shift in programming. But it’s there, wriggling in the back of minds, deep in hearts. Dovie, meanwhile, joins Ambrose, Sofia, and Obadiah again. “Smells weird in here, don’t you think?” she asks as the group walks over to investigate the hallway bathroom.
Once standing in front of the closed bathroom door, there’s the telltale sound of a meooowrrr from behind the door itself.
Obadiah flicks his sea-green eyes to Dovie when she approaches, “It smells like bad nerd. Not good nerd. Like me.” He makes a face, as they approach, “Remind me to change the litter tonight. And put in an order for the unscented stuff. And to never eat cheetos again.”
“You shouldn’t be eating cheetos anyway, you know there’s additive dye in it that’s bad for you right?” Dovie tells Obadiah, shaking her head in disapproval. The Yu-Gi-Oh nerds hang around, unsure of what to do. They look to Sofia.
Ambrose does the needful and tries the door, then.
The door actually opens, but it’s stopped when it cracks by two inches. There’s a bald man with heavy black eyeliner stopping it. He scowls at Ambrose. “Can’t you read? The bathroom’s shut down. There’s another one on the second floor you can use.” The sound of ambient chanting drifts out, punctured by another meow.
Sofia glances over her shoulder at the nerds and asks, “Wanna see something fucking cool?” And then she just leans back and THIS IS SPARTA kicks the center of the door to try to bash it straight off the hinges and into the ritualistic chant-fest.
Obadiah just watches with an amused grin on his lips and a straw bogarted in the corner of his mouth.
Ambrose seems entirely unsurprised, too, and lets this happen, unflinching when Sofia kicks the door open past him. The pistol’s produced from within his jacket. Of course he keeps that thang on him. Baby blues scan the newly-opened door, expectant.
There’s a *BAM* sound as Sofia Sparta-kicks the bathroom door. It comes off the hinges and falls on the bald man, knocking him out. The nerds stare in awe…
The group would be able to see in front of them a large, multi-stall unisex bathroom. There are three stalls and a row of three sinks on the opposite side. In the center of the room is a chubby dude wearing cat ears and a lavender tuxedo, of all things. In his hand is a conductor’s baton, from which a swirl of green energy seems to pulse as he chants. Around him is a circle of fine orange powder. Discarded bags of cheetos spill out of a trash bag, and in one corner there’s three sleeping bags, upon which a woman is sleeping. But with the commotion, she sits up, rubbing her eyes. “Wha-?”
Clearly the group had been camping here for some time. In the opposite corner there’s a few litter boxes and two cats: one black one and one derpy orange one suddenly hiss at the strangers.
The Maestro catboy’s eyes glow red, and so do the cats as they spring at the intruders.
Homeboy, Catboy’s eyes glow really red for a moment as Obadiah lifts his slurpie to him, and the prism of his ring glows blood red for a moment. “Cheers. Take a seat. My friend here needs a word,” he motions to Sofia, but that is probably too little too late for the catboy.
It really isn’t a good day for the catboy, with Obadiah’s actions. Ambrose’s immediate response is to lift the hand that isn’t bearing a loaded firearm, ignorant of the cats or any pain they might inflict on him, absolutely inflinching in the face of potential impact. It’s pointed to the leader, the crook of his index, and the signet ring on it 45a44b43s42o41r40b39s 38a37l36l 35t34h33e 34l32i31g30ht/i around them.
The catboy-man in lavendar cries out, the chanting interrupted as his non-baton hand goes to his eyes as he clutches them in pain. “Kardi! Intruders! Protocol Red!” It’s all he’s able to say before he’s stuck, frozen in time, it seems, his limbs unable to move.
The woman scrambles to her feet and begins to chant something at the group at the door, her hands 23glowing blue…
Sofia uses the momentum from the kick and what element of surprises is left after the array of illusory magic and necromancy to dash forward with translucent wings springing from her feet, taking her bat out of her satchel and dashing forward through the feline fray, attempting to knock the catboy out cold with a solid swing to the noggin.
The nerds stare in shock and awe. Brad is clearly about to run when Dovie, having hung back, stops him, and catches his gaze. He walks off placidly like nothing was going on. The other two are staring, unbelieving of the things going on too quickly to believe.
Sofia dashes in headlong through the cats and whips her bat around to bonk the catboy in the head with a solid swing–not bad enough to pulverize his skull into a fine powder, just to knock him off and nullify whatever sway he might hold over the cats. She then swings her bat around to point accusingly at Kardi while Obadiah levels an attack, saying, “You, surrender now and we’ll let you walk out of here, rather than be carried out!”
Ambrose also lingers back, pistol and blades unneeded this time around on his end. Just the magic, this time around. Sofia makes short work of the catboy, Obadiah’s got the magic lady, and the pull to his knives from his bandolier is belated, well enough time for Sofia to corner Kardi. At this point, it’s just a gesture.
A few things happen all at once. The cats attack Ambrose, but their scratches and bites seem to do nothing. He may as well be an inpenetrable non-scratch post at this rate.
Meanwhile, when Sofia swings and makes contact the rigor-mortis laden catboy-man-masetro is powerless to defend himself. He falls to the ground, still frozen in his standing position. And finally, a beam of blue light hits Obadiah, but bounces off an invisible forcefield.
In the fray, the circle of crushed orange hydrogenated corn dust is broken. The strange green magical energy dissipates.
“Zap! Tiger! Zoomba!” the woman wails. “Don’t hurt them!” she pleads with the group. “Please!”
Dovie is standing outside of the hallway, telling anyone who comes by not to worry, that they’re just practicing an improv performance and to use the upstairs bathroom instead.
It’s hard to tell whether it’s just a declarative statement, a mandate, or a threat, when Ambrose informs the woman placidly, “Your services rendered are complete and your ritual is done.” Then again, the knife in hand and the displays from Obadiah and Sofia, and the collapsed door in the room, make it pretty clearly a threat.
Obadiah grabs the lady by the scruff and throws her to the middle of the circle before looking down at himself, “Ah man. I spilled my smoothie.”
Sofia leans over against her bat and smirks down to the woman, shaking her head with a faint smile as she essentially agrees with the blunt Ambrose. “We’re not here to hurt your cats, we’re here to get you to stop fucking people up with your ritual. Now I get it, you’re just trying to get paid. But you’re gonna have to take the loss on this one. This was just a tiny squad, a little warning shot if you will. You start doing this kind of work again, who knows what will happen? So. Learned your lesson Kardi?”
With their master zonked out and still frozen in rigor-mortis limbo, the two cats seem utterly confused and concerned. They sprint back to their owner, meowing anxiously.
The woman looks up at Ambrose, Sofia, and Obadiah, terrified. “Fine! Fine! We’re just fucking contract workers you psychos! W-9 workers, god fucking damn it! I’m just trying to pay my student loans okay? Back off! We’ll go! We’ll go, just… back the hell off okay?!” The bald man moans in pain from under the bathroom door, stirring. Kardi looks around. “Just give me some time to pack and we’re outta here. Fucking scouts honor!”
With their master zonked out and still frozen in rigor-mortis limbo, the two cats seem utterly confused and concerned. They sprint back to their owner, meowing anxiously.
The woman looks up at Ambrose, Sofia, and Obadiah, terrified. “Fine! Fine! We’re just fucking contract workers you psychos! W-9 workers, god fucking damn it! I’m just trying to pay my student loans okay? Back off! We’ll go! We’ll go, just… back the hell off okay?!” The bald man moans in pain from under the bathroom door, stirring. Kardi looks around. “Just give me some time to pack and we’re outta here. Fucking scouts honor!” (repost for obie)
In the background, Dovie can be heard telling Micah and Josh that this is just improv skit practice and to forget they ever saw anything out of place.
“You should form an LLC,” Ambrose considers to Kardi as the pistol goes back away, and he starts his way out of the truly out-of-order restroom, now. “If you indeed intend to continue this line of work. And maybe some protections, alignment with a group. Dangerous place to be throwing weight for a few dollars.”
Not that Ambrose is gonna pay for this WeWork’s damages.
Obadiah grabs some paper towels and starts to clean off his cloths as he watches his friends dealing with the situation before gathering his things. Once they are done he grabs another smoothie and walks out like nothing happened, waiting for Ambrose, Sofia, and Dovie out front to walk back to the Brine Pool
Sofia leans down and pets one of the kitties next to their KO’d master, smiling at Kardi with a little shrug. “Hey, if you think your day was bad, I had to learn how to play Yu-Gi-Oh. Maybe take better contracts next time.” She pops up after the kitty pet and strolls out after Obadiah, smiling at Dovie and Ambrose as she goes.
One of the cats purrs up at Sofia, giving her hand a lick before she’s recalled by Kardi, who glares at them all.
Dovie doesn’t tell the We Work staff anything. She just hustles out with Obadiah, Ambrose, and Sofia as Kardi is left with the mess of collecting her fallen companions and (literally) herding cats. As the foursome walk into the night, all seems to be well once more… for now.
Obadiah shuffles towards his loft with a fond wave and smile for Sofia and Ambrose, “Thanks for the help. I am going to go pass out.”
Ambrose nods, heading to follow. “Likewise.”