Hellwasp plot

[iprotectyou]

Autor enters the bar from the door to Wilford's world, hauling a suitcase. He heads up to his neglected room to unpack and prepare to go back to his own world.

He doesn't notice that something sinister has followed him in...

Meanwhile, Baze is seated at a table in the middle of the bar, chowing down on some chicken noodle soup with English alphabet letters. Despite the bruises speckled along his jaw and every exposed inch of skin, he seems to be moving around all right. Wearing his Guardian's robes and beaming at everyone around him, he says, "mmm!" with each bite of soup, clearly enjoying himself.

That all changes when the Hellwasp stings the back of his hand.

After grinding his teeth, he blows on the reddening welt. He lowers his head, pushing lettered pasta around with his spoon. Sighing forlornly, Baze leans back in his chair, looking for all the world like he's about to cry.

(OOC: Baze has been stung by the Hellwasp, and has lost his cheerfulness and gained grim nihilism! Ohhh, noooo. The daisy chain results are in the back room, here. The plot lasts until next Saturday! Have fun!)

First EP

[strongest_faith]

The door opens, and a young man (not yet out of his teens but close) strides in looking like a man with a purpose.

As soon as the door closes behind him, he stops short, head lifting sharply, and he glances quickly around the unfamiliar space. A moment later, he has pulled a long, slender item from his pants pocket. It looks sort of like a rod of some sort of crystal with a metal handle attached, eight inches long or so. His gaze still darting around the room, he quickly draws a few symbols on his arm with the device, leaving thick, black lines as it goes.

"By the Angel," he mutters. "What has Hodge been up to now?"



[ooc: Quick note, while I'm using the lovely Matthew Daddario as a PB, Alec comes from the books, not the TV show.]

Hellwasp

[coral_sandhu]

One moment Coral was sitting quietly struggling through her maths homework. The next minute she felt something sharp sting her on the arm.

She looks at her arm in time to see the big buzzing thing fly away, then lets out a bloodcurdling scream and throws her maths book towards the bug.

"OWWW! GO AWAY, YOU BIG SMELLY MEANIE FARTY-FACE BUG!"

The bug, however, is long gone.

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[just_cant_lose]

Jim, circa 1992, is only half-dressed when he opens the door this evening. Not that there's any skin on show; it's just that he's apparently at some stage in a suit fitting, and the material covering his top half is held together by pins, covered in tailor's chalk marks, and also very expensive.

He glances around and then comes on in. The trousers of the suit are mostly done by the look of them, so he leaves them on. The jacket is draped over a stool, revealing a tailored shirt of the finest silk (shut up, it's the 90s). Bar produces a note as he sits down, and for once it's not met with a scowl.

'I think I can manage without a bib, thanks. Just a coffee.'

If he spills it on his new threads, he'll just buy more. Business is growing, it seems, and that makes for a....well, not happy, but certainly a satisfied young Moriarty.