{"id":23491,"date":"2025-08-04T01:30:52","date_gmt":"2025-08-04T05:30:52","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-08-04T01:30:52","modified_gmt":"2025-08-04T05:30:52","slug":"event-837","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/08\/04\/event-837\/","title":{"rendered":"Dovie&#8217;s A Holy Day of Rage"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-08-03 13:27<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Dovie&#8217;s A Holy Day of Rage<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Sun Aug  3 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p><b>89t<b>83h<b>89e<b>83 <b>77R<b>76ag<b>75e<b>76 <b>75R<i>11o<i>10o<i>11m <i>10E<i>04n<b>98t<i>04r<b>98a<b>62nc<b>26e<b>62 <b>26H<b>62a<b>26ll\/b>\/b<\/b\/i<br \/><b>89The otherwise ba<b>83re room has been <b>89set up with a la<b>83rge picnic table <b>77filled with food<b>76s and beverages a<b>75s well as a hand<b>76ful of variously <b>75sized couches an<i>11d sofas for those<i>10 who wish to tak<i>11e a break from re<i>10leasing their an<i>04ger into the worl<b>98d. To the side t<i>04here is a small f<b>98irst aid section<b>62 on the off chanc<b>26e of any injurie<b>62s. All in all, th<b>26e vibe of the ro<b>62om is much calmer<b>26 than the others.\/b>\/b<\/b\/i\n\nIt is <span style=\"color:#808000\">afternoon<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#808000\">76<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#808000\">24<\/span>C) degrees, and there are clear skies.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#c1f9fe\">A<span style=\"color:#c4f7f8\">t<span style=\"color:#c6f5f1\"> <span style=\"color:#c9f3eb\">M<span style=\"color:#cbf1e4\">a<span style=\"color:#cdefde\">y<span style=\"color:#ceedd7\">f<span style=\"color:#d0ebd0\">l<span style=\"color:#d1e9ca\">o<span style=\"color:#d3e7c3\">w<span style=\"color:#d4e6bd\">e<span style=\"color:#d5e4b6\">r<span style=\"color:#d6e2b0\"> <span style=\"color:#d7e0a9\">a<span style=\"color:#d8dea3\">n<span style=\"color:#d8dc9c\">d<span style=\"color:#d9db96\"> <span style=\"color:#d9d98f\">R<span style=\"color:#dad788\">o<span style=\"color:#dad582\">s<span style=\"color:#dad47b\">e<span style=\"color:#dbd274\">w<span style=\"color:#dbd06e\">o<span style=\"color:#dbce67\">o<span style=\"color:#dacd5f\">d\/span>\/span<\/span\n\n<br \/>Esme shrugs, &#8220;Yeah, I dunno. Obie&#8217;s on his way at least.&#8221; She relaxed into her lean against the wall. &#8220;That mist is troublesome lately.&#8221; She tsks with a reference to the late start. &#8220;I&#8217;m pissed my bike&#8217;s in the shop again. I&#8217;ll have to try and get another one from storage.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> eyes the food while everyone chats. &#8220;Hmmm&#8230; I did skip breakfast&#8230;&#8221; Her hand hovers over a blueberry muffin, before moving to hover over a piece of sourdough avocado toast, indecisive. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> waves to Roberta. &#8220;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&#8217;s face to the mannequin before you go to town.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Esme &#8220;I think I&#8217;m up to two or three backup vehicles now. Even got the bulk discount.&#8221; he says with a wry smirk. &#8220;One of these days I&#8217;ll just spring for one of those fancy mini-tanks they call cars.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just a joke about the other night.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Genevieve<\/span> explains to Jakem, &#8220;Do you have a printer or is it like BYO enemy face portrait?&#8221; She checks with Dovie and grins at Esme, &#8220;That&#8217;s rough. I&#8217;m just a bit busy on my phone with some work things for a few but then I&#8217;ll go smash things.&#8221; She promises. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Dovie &#8220;Oh shit, I don&#8217;t know what my arch enemy looks like. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve ever met them.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> snaps her fingers and nods at Genevieve. &#8220;Let me get someone on setting up that printer.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme hmms, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know who my arch nemesis is either.&#8221; She feigns a suspicious look to Jakem, &#8220;Maybe it&#8217;s you! Wouldn&#8217;t that be ah plot twist.&#8221; Then she laughs and gives Roberta a wave of greeting. <\/p>\n<p>Roberta glides in without a care in the world. A gloved hand raises to Dovie, someone, Esme and Genevieve <\/p>\n<p>Roberta glides in without a care in the world. A gloved hand raises to Dovie, Jakem, Esme and Genevieve <\/p>\n<p>Jakem shrugs to Esme &#8220;I&#8217;d make a great arch enemy, you should be so lucky. I threw a party for my arch enemy yah know.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>One of the workers comes out, dragging a printer. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> points Genevieve over to it. &#8220;There you go! You can customize the prints to what you like.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I mean she wasn&#8217;t invited, but the party was in her honor.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> blinks in surprise at Jakem. &#8220;You&#8217;ve&#8230; never met your own enemy?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem shakes his head to Dovie &#8220;Not as far as I know. But it&#8217;s the modern era yah know, times change, and sometimes you just gotta telecommute your rivalries.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> chuckles at Jakem. &#8220;Remote henching. We do live in the modern world after all.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Genevieve looks up from her phone. &#8220;Sorry, all done. I&#8217;m not entirely sure who my arch nemesis is either so I guess I&#8217;ll go with Jeff Bezos because of Amazon canceling Etoile, and also for being super tacky with his wedding.&#8221; She decides, stepping over to the printer to get said portrait printed. &#8220;Alright, who wants to come with me to venture into the rooms and break stuff?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme sends off a couple texts and grins a bit at the conversation. &#8220;I like it.&#8221; She decides of this remote concept. &#8220;How&#8217;s the toast?&#8221; She asks Dovie. Then she asides to someone, &#8220;I&#8217;ll tag along.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks over to Genevieve &#8220;Oh, is he getting married again? That seems a little foolhardy on his part, but eh. A&#8217;right, let&#8217;s go.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nods in understanding at Genevieve. &#8220;Very tacky,&#8221; she agrees, &#8220;Though I didn&#8217;t watch Etoile, I will.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme sends off a couple texts and grins a bit at the conversation. &#8220;I like it.&#8221; She decides of this remote concept. &#8220;How&#8217;s the toast?&#8221; She asks Dovie. &#8220;I eagerly await to see the destruction.&#8221; She grins to Genevieve and Jakem <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Delicious! It&#8217;s got some lemony zest on it, really makes it fancy,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> nibbles, nodding at Esme. &#8220;You hungry? You should have some more!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Genevieve grabs the print out and heads off with Jakem. <\/p>\n<p>Loitering near the door, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> mentions, &#8220;I thought more people would show up to reck stuff.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme nods to Roberta, &#8220;Yeah, people are being extra lazy I guess.&#8221; She moves to steal a muffin. &#8220;I&#8217;ll definitely drag Gabe here after the job I&#8217;ve got a lil later.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> tells Esme and Roberta. &#8220;Excuse me a moment, I&#8217;m going to try out one of the smash zones.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme gives Obadiah a bit of a grin. &#8220;Hey Obies.&#8221; There&#8217;s a faint flicker of amusement toward Dovie as she comes back. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> returns, her clothes slightly dusted by an unknown something. There&#8217;s a smile on her face. &#8220;Oh hey darling,&#8221; she smiles at Obadiah. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> &#8220;Hmmms.&#8221; then heads off for a look. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah walks in just in time to hear Dovie&#8217;s outburst and blinks a few moments and then smiles at Esme and Dovie, before saving his ass in the most boyfriend way possible: &#8220;I love you?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> blinks at Obadiah. &#8220;Of course you do. This toast is lovely.&#8221; She reaches for her half eaten one. &#8220;Try the stuff out?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme laughs, &#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;m gonna go find some things to smash.&#8221; She agrees with a ready nod. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah satisfied the rage is not directed at him he takes up a cup of coffee and gives Dovie a warm smile, &#8220;It seems to be going well. I see&#8230;.&#8221; He flinches at Roberta&#8217;s gunshots and say, &#8220;Should have expected that.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says, callig out, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I don&#8217;t think your chances are good to take over the Temple. Lykaia jumped ship there.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> yells to the other room. &#8220;Use the handle!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah taps something on his phone before sliding his phone away for a moment, &#8220;She does hate Wolves. Like more than vampires which I didn&#8217;t know was possible.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Roberta shrugs her hands. &#8220;Nope. She&#8217;s as human as they go. Just has a smidge of god blood.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> tilts her head at Roberta. &#8220;So she&#8217;s a demi-god? That&#8217;s still having supernatural blood, even if she&#8217;s more humanoid.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Hating wolves is the vampiric national sport.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Roberta says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Not activated. She&#8217;s still human enough that I can eat her like I would some cattle.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s not mugging, I won it in prize money.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Genevieve<\/span> explains to Jakem, &#8220;It was clearly implied that we were throwing for money once I won.&#8221; She further elaborates, &#8220;I assume she mostly just wanted to go somewhere that appreciates violence.&#8221; She claims, raising a hand to greet Obadiah, &#8220;Hey Obie.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Then she should have gone to the lodge<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Obadiah looks at his phone when it dings and tilts his head, &#8220;Temple and&#8230;. court? What the actual fuck?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> snorts at Jakem. &#8220;Everyone wants the Benjamin Button treatment,&#8221; she quips back before nodding at Roberta. &#8220;I see, that&#8217;s good to know.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah up nods Genevieve and Jakem. &#8220;Sup, Vie. Jakem.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Dovie &#8220;I&#8217;m actually eighty seven you know.&#8221; He looks to Genevieve &#8220;Yeah, and then you made me drop my axe in the dirt during my throw. That&#8217;s cheating, which is kitten corner to mugging.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem waves to Obadiah &#8220;Vieve doesn&#8217;t think I can take over the Temple.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> eyes Jakem, trying to gauge if he&#8217;s actually eighty seven&#8230; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She&#8217;d have to leave the Court to join the Lodge, plus I can&#8217;t imagine joining them while they&#8217;re all Howler infected is appealing for most people.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Genevieve<\/span> claims, &#8220;If I agree do I get my twenty bucks?&#8221; She checks with Jakem. <\/p>\n<p>Esme s <\/p>\n<p>Roberta waves a hand in a so-so motion. &#8220;If you cant wrap your head around that, try Connie. She&#8217;s Temple and Conclave.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem calls southwards &#8220;Thank you! Finally someone acknowledges my aptitudes.&#8217; <\/p>\n<p>Esme grins, &#8220;Here t&#8217; help, encourage bad ideas, all that good stuff.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah rolls his eyes and leans in to whisper to Roberta <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Esme &#8220;Yeah, main issue is what I&#8217;d have to do to take it over. I&#8217;m trying to foresee the unforseen costs.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Speaking of bad ideas, I saw a chainsaw. Excuse me.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> mentions in passing, drifting off like a the bully kid in a candy store. Obadiah&#8217;s comment, she laughs, and pauses before picking up the saw, &#8220;Lykaia is also mentally ill.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well they&#8217;re both very into guns and violence and stuff.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Genevieve<\/span> points out, &#8220;Maybe they just want somewhere that&#8217;ll be impressed by their shooting skills and don&#8217;t think the organization is powerful enough to do much world goal wise.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says, calling after her, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I picked up the chainsaw. You can use it though.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Obadiah looks to the north, slightly concerned but says nothing. Dovie brought the flame thrower, it&#8217;s her problem <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;They&#8217;re definitely struggling.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Genevieve<\/span> agrees, &#8220;But I don&#8217;t mind as long as we still have the Order to pick on when we have an urge to bully someone all righteous.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> is ignoring the sounds of destrcution as she reaches for a champagne flute, peering into the glass after she takes a sip. &#8220;Are these&#8230; pop rocks?!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says, calling northwards, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Hey, you need some spare gas?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Discarding the flamethrower without a care for health and safety, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> heads back. &#8220;You have sprinklers, right?&#8221; she asks Dovie, having left the arm still burning. <\/p>\n<p>Esme grins as she works on finishing her muffin. &#8220;They&#8217;re definitely pop rocks.&#8221; She glances off at the sight of the flaming mannequin and then briefly upward. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The staff have extinguishers &#8211; is there an issue?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> asks Roberta, craning her neck to peer at the north. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> squeaks and dashes off towards the burning arm. <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says, calmly, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Not yet, why?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Roberta makes a point of looking completely innocent. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem shrugs &#8220;I heard it&#8217;s not even her shop, dunno why she&#8217;s so worried. Don&#8217;t think she was foolish enough to pay a deposit for it?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Might still be liable if the fire spreads and takes out neighbouring buildings.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Genevieve<\/span> reasons, &#8220;Anyway, I have to run, nice seeing you all, compliment Dovie on the place if she doesn&#8217;t burn to death.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem waves to Genevieve &#8220;A&#8217;right, see yah around Vieve.&#8221; he calls after, turning his attention to the blaze. <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Have a good one, Vie!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme watches the mannequin rescue with a furrowed brow and light concern, but at least there&#8217;s a hose in play. <\/p>\n<p>Roberta looks back over her shoulder as the arm is put out. &#8220;My job here is done. God I love innocent harmless pranks.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme slowly looks toward Obadiah. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem whistles softly &#8220;How&#8217;d you get her that drunk that quick?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I want it noted that I&#8217;m not eating her even though she just made it easy.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> comments, wandering off to see what else she can reck. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> wakes up on the couch, woozy. &#8220;Wuh&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Esme &#8220;Yeah, but isn&#8217;t she like a mermaid or something? Figured they&#8217;d be better at holding their liquor.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I don&#8217;t think she&#8217;s a mermaid, but she is ah fae. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Obadiah looks up from his phone&#8230; &#8220;Shit.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m fine.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> nods to Esme, which implies someone else isn&#8217;t. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem snickers softly &#8220;Duly noted; mermaids are the lightweights of the folk.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> comes to with a groat, her eyes disoriented as she lays on the couch, a vomit-scented burp leaving her lips. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Esme &#8220;Huh? She&#8217;s not? Why&#8217;s she always near the water? And she owns a swimsuit shop. She&#8217;s a mermaid.&#8221; he declares with ignorant confidence. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I hoped that I&#8217;d be a mermaid when I grew up, but instead I was a siren.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> mentions as Dovie passes out again. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Roberta &#8220;Fire engine or police? I feel like I hear both a lot around you.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says, deadpan, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yes.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>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&#8230;somewhere. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, Dovie is a Siren,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> mutters as he takes a seat on the couches and sips his coffee passively &#8220;I didn&#8217;t think the mimosas were that strong though. Like&#8230; &#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">There are only about three sips in them<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> leans on Esme, groaning. &#8220;Fuck&#8230; Pop&#8230; Rocks&#8230;&#8221; she wheezes. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem shrugs to Obadiah &#8220;Aren&#8217;t the sirens basically mermaids?&#8221; he comments as he grazes the snacks. <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Sirens get less tail.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Dovie says, slurred, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">If I die, put my life savings into making a commercial warning the public of the danger of pop rocks.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme lifts her brows to Obadiah, &#8220;Maybe you overdid it on the shnapps?&#8221; She wonders, patting Dovie&#8217;s head gently. <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says, sounding pleased with herself, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">That came out with more inyourendo than I planned.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Obadiah chuckles at Roberta, &#8220;Yeah. Dovie, when she is sober, has the most intoxicating singing voice. I am just a world champion underwater breath holder.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Roberta &#8220;Vicious irony that, given that mermaids have no place to put tail.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Roberta says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Cruel, even.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Obadiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Apparently I put too much schnapps in these tiny mimosas, and Dovie is pass out drunk.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> weaves as she sits upright on the couch, alternatively leaning on Obadiah and Esme, depending on which direction her head is spinning. <\/p>\n<p>Esme fishes her phone out to check a few things. <\/p>\n<p>eyeballs the tiny mimosas, and bloody marys. &#8220;I feel like when I get home I need to chug one and figure out if I have a heavy poor.&#8221; He motions to the sparkling wine, &#8220;Those have only a small amount of booze though.&#8221; And yet, untrusting of his own skills, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> continues with the coffee <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> slurs, &#8220;Don&#8217;t do it. Don&#8217;t drink crack rocks.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Obadiah &#8220;Why wait until you get home? Shouldn&#8217;t you help commisserate with your beau?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem frowns, looking to someone &#8220;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&#8217;m sticking with it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem frowns, looking to Esme &#8220;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&#8217;m sticking with it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says, calling northwards, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">GOod shot! Lookit how few innocent bystanders you hit with it this time.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am fine with whatever,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> says texting someone or something, &#8220;And I don&#8217;t want both of us to be fall down drunk. Our horses are good, but I don&#8217;t want to risk falling off of one in the deep mist.&#8221; He chuckles then and cracks his neck, &#8220;I am responsible sometimes.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know what?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> insists, her words still heavily slurred, her eyes lidded. &#8220;I think it&#8217;s fucked up how much went wrong with planning this thing.&#8221; It&#8217;s the honest part of being drunk now&#8230; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> paws blindly in front of her, groaning. &#8220;Five more minutes&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>As <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> wanders back in, a group of attendents rush in with fire extinguishers. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Hey Roberta? Before we leave can you&#8230; clean up the vomit with the flame thrower?<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Roberta says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">This needed a werewolf to set on fire. Otherwise it was very cathartic.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Roberta &#8220;There&#8217;s a printer around here somewhere, you could probably print a picture of one.&#8221; He glances to Dovie &#8220;Unless she passed out before she set it up.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a guy standing next to a printer who waves at Jakem. Meanwhile, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> groans again. &#8220;Is it my birthday yet?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Tapping her lip thoughtfully, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> shrugs helplessly. &#8220;I would.&#8221; she opines to Obadiah. &#8220;Unfortunately, someone used the fuel up trying to burn down a cabinet. Rude that.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Dovie says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">CRACK ROCKS! AVOID!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Roberta shakes her head at Jakem next. &#8220;It&#8217;s just not the same. Tell me you&#8217;d not have great fun immolating Luka or any of those bad dogs.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods over to Roberta &#8220;Well it is what it is. Suppose whoever owns the place will have to deal with it.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That is very unfortunate,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> laments as he uses a rag to start to at least move it out of the way. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">There is a rage room event if anyone needs to get some aggression out. 106 Oakwood. <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Dovie says, slurring unsteadily, &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">I DON&#8217;T WANNA BE A GOOD DOVIE!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Obadiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">We&#8217;re working on it.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Roberta &#8220;Ah fair enough, though I&#8217;ve already got an arch nemesis I&#8217;m working on, don&#8217;t really have time for more.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> hiccups, looking ill as if she may vomit again soon after her outburst. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah looks apologetically to Jakem, &#8220;Sorry about that. Lots of questions going on about&#8230; Our host.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I had an arch nemesis way back when.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> decides. &#8220;She&#8217;s in the lake now. The bitch stole my man.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem tsks and shakes his head &#8220;And now you have no arch nemisis. Can&#8217;t be so wasteful, they don&#8217;t come along all that often. How&#8217;d she steal him anyways?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Looking north to see how the unnatural disaster is going, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> nods in satisfaction before turning back. &#8220;Oh I&#8217;m not so bothered. Another one will show up one of these years.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Leaning on her opera cane, she stares at Dovie, apparently interested in what happens next. &#8220;Vomit is disgusting. I&#8217;m glad I don&#8217;t do it any more.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think if she isn&#8217;t sober in the next 20 minutes, I am going to take her home,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> says after a moment of texting. &#8220;Put her in the shower and hose her down.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> slurs at Roberta. &#8220;Stay away. From. Crack.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem looks to Obadiah &#8220;If you need to sober her up, just try to get her to vomit more. That champaign should do the trick.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah rubs, Dovie&#8217;s back and continues to sip the coffee, &#8220;Yeah&#8230; 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.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I will most certainly stay away from crack.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> agrees with Dovie readily enough. &#8220;I can find a demigod otherwise.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>Pun dutifully delivered, she agrees with Jakem. &#8220;Yes. Studies have shown that drunks will sober up once you&#8217;ve exposed them to far more than they can handle, they pass out, wake up some place they didn&#8217;t mean to, and have a hangover, to which the cure is, completely coincidentally also alcohol.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> isn&#8217;t even trying now. It&#8217;s just nonsensicle word vomit trying (and failing) to mask itself as science. <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> blinks at Roberta, still slurring. &#8220;Are you. A teacher?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods to Roberta, looking over to Obadiah &#8220;She played a doctor in a play once, you can trust her.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> struggles to read her text messages. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah rolls up a sleeve to show off one of his tattoos, &#8220;I got piss drunk off of&#8230; We don&#8217;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!&#8221; He shakes his head slowly, &#8220;Best vacation ever.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> nods with solemnity. It&#8217;s not quite sociology, but with the upmost seriousness, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> informs Dovie, &#8220;I am in fact a teacher.&#8221; Barely. And only because the university couldn&#8217;t find anyone else who was better&#8211; or actually&#8211; qualified. &#8220;I teach theatre.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> is on the couch between Obadiah and Esme, clearly looking drunk. The stench of vomit is heavy. <\/p>\n<p>Jakem waves to Avalon with a broad smile &#8220;Long time no see, glad you could make it my friend!&#8221; He belows with a showman&#8217;s baritone. &#8220;Welcome to the Wondrous Wreck Whack and Wallop. Pick up a weapon and show those inanimate objects who&#8217;s boss. Oh, and greet your hostess when you&#8217;ve a chance.&#8221; he says, gesturing to the passed out drunk on the couch. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah goes back to rubbing Dovie&#8217;s back and looking mildly annoyed with the projectile vomiting. <\/p>\n<p>Esme gently rubs Dovie&#8217;s back as well. &#8220;There there. Let it all out.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Don&#8217;t get to close, or you&#8217;ll leave with an extra party favor.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Alice slips in, almost immediately switching her gaze to Dovie with some concern. &#8220;Oh, jeez,&#8221; she manages, before she gives a little wave to Obadiah and Esme. &#8220;Um, is she gonna be okay?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> looks down at her vomit stained self, slurring. &#8220;Where-?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>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, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Roberta<\/span> is very proud of, glancing over to check on it periodically. The flamethrower that caused it has been discarded just out of the way. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I mean, she can regenerate the damage to her liver,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Obadiah<\/span> motiontions around, &#8220;Please eat! Drink, if you take it slow you&#8217;ll be fine, and then go to one of the various rooms and destroy shit!&#8221; This is directed to both Alice and Avalon as they entered about the same time, &#8220;I am sure the Warden has a lot of frustrations she needs to work out.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>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 &#8220;Right, greetings&#8221; 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 &#8220;I am good on destroying for now, I tend to take it out on mist monsters on a daily basis&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme will drink a bloody mary, slowly. because it&#8217;s basically two in one. <\/p>\n<p>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 &#8220;Right, greetings&#8221; 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 &#8220;I am good on destroying for now, I tend to take it out on mist monsters on a daily basis&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Alice takes another look at Dovie, then at Obadiah, then at the drinks. She shakes her head slowly from left to right. &#8220;Nnn&#8230; nnnno. No, I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll have anything to drink. Um, I might break some stuff, though. Do we just go anywhere?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme nods readily to Alice, &#8220;Yep! Any room.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> fat fingers her cell phone, her eyes squinting as her body weaves unsteadily, her nice dress stained with vomit. <\/p>\n<p>Alice grimaces in what can only be pity, and slips off to the east, looking for, perhaps, some axes to throw. <\/p>\n<p>Esme leans a little into Gabriel when he comes over, one hand still on Dovie&#8217;s back to help. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah waits for Dovie to pass out again, a length of silk rope at the ready, because&#8230; reasons. &#8220;I think I am going to get her home and into the shower, here soon.&#8221; He glances to Jakem and Esme, &#8220;I have faith in you two.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Dovie<\/span> holds up her cell phone to Obadiah&#8217;s face. &#8220;The bzzzt bzzt!!&#8221; she slurs. <\/p>\n<p>Gabriel waves to the crowd and settles on one of the couches beside Esme, whistling low at the state Dovie is in, &#8220;God damn. Yeah you are way too drunk to exist in public.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Esme can&#8217;t help but laugh. &#8220;I think things&#8217;ll be okay.&#8221; She agrees. &#8220;Getting her home is probably a good idea&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Jakem nods, stretching languidly with a yawn &#8220;Oh yeah, you can trust us.&#8221; he declares. &#8220;Who wanted the chain saw?&#8221; he calls out loudly. <\/p>\n<p>Gabriel looks over to Obadiah and says, &#8220;Just say the word and I&#8217;ll catch her attention while you tie her up.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh yeah I am not wearing that ring&#8230; <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Esme looks tempted for a moment at the chainsaw. <\/p>\n<p>Obadiah whistles innocently, &#8220;Let&#8217;s give it maybe five more minutes? 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