GLoG X: More like Good League of.. of.. Crazy

[Kaelaroth]

Yeah, definitely from within there. Maybe the sound of a large, heavingly muscled human hitting the tiling. Perhaps. What do I know, I'm only a player.

[happyturtle]

Turtle forces the door. Barbarian strength ftw!

(If needed, she'll always shapeshift a crowbar.)

[Kaelaroth]

Czernov's on the floor, foam starting to gently bloom round her mouth, his head crackling with faint blue electricity. A bottle of sleeping pills is spilled across the floor, seemingly open in his hand when he fell. A note, in what was his free hand, is visible, reading Nie mogę żyć bez George

[Lex-Kat]

Dr. Beit follows Turtle into the room. Oh my. He says with worry. Um, I don't know CPR or anything.
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Judy says to the Holo- Turtle, No thanks. I don't enjoy parties.

[happyturtle]

Turtle curses and summons a medical drone who does whatever things are supposed to be done for drug overdoses that her player doesn't want to google.

"Hold on, Czer, hold on." She looks up at Dr Beit. "Can you reach George? Make him come back here?"

[Kaelaroth]

Czernov is forced to regurgitate the drugs that can be vomited out, and the drones starts to try and drag him to the infirmary.

[happyturtle]

Turtle picks him up and teleports him directly to the infirmary, alternately praying and cursing under her breath the whole time.

[Kaelaroth]

The teleportation disturbs the body, and, where Czernov and Turtle were, the note now drifts onto the ground, fluttering onto its reverse. Where someone else has written something.

[Lex-Kat]

Dr. Beit simultaneously contacts Sophie and George, telling them of recent events. And picks up the letter and reads the other side.

[Kaelaroth]

It's in a flowing, cursive hand, in purple ink:
Should one die, the other can live.

[happyturtle]

At once, Sophie appears in front of Dr Beit. "Can you come and get George? He can't teleport."

[Kaelaroth]

((... And Kaelaroth deadtimes))

[Lex-Kat]

Dr. Beit *winks* away, gets George, and *Winks* back.

((DEADTIME for work.))

[happyturtle]

Turtle makes all sorts of bitter accusations to George in a low voice, which George completely ignores as he prays over Czernov.

((deadtime in this thread))

[Lex-Kat]

Judy will get into the Tardis on start it up. She wants to go to 1999, and party like it's the end of the world.

[Quinsar]

Mint tries to follow her in!

[Vespe Ratavo]

A large, booming, yet polite and English-accented voice speaks to them inside the TARDIS. Hello, and welcome to the Mark I Type 40 TARDIS, or Time And Relative Dimensions In Space. Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times during transit. Do not look into the time vortex. Please refrain from changing history unless necessary or if it would be particularly amusing. Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.

With that, the TARDIS automatically tells where Judy wants to go, and hurls itself to 1999.

[Lex-Kat]

Judy would never close the door on Mint.

Where were you? I turned around, and you were gone. Judy looks upset.

Why don't you tell me you are leaving, even for a moment. It scares me when you do that.

They go to Earth, circa 1999, New York City. Top of the Empire State Building. Well, one of the upper floors, actually.

[Quinsar]

I had to get a shirt on.
Well, she has her PJ shirt on now.

[Lex-Kat]

Oh. I didn't realize you didn't have a shirt with you at all. Judy blushes, as they zoom through time and space to reach their desitination.

[Quinsar]

Easy mistake.

[Vespe Ratavo]

If I may be so bold, my master has been to this time before, and it is my noted observation that many participants of both genders lacked upper body wear. But, as you wish.

There is a slight rumbling.

We have landed.

[Lex-Kat]

((I'd like to suggest we take this here. To keep that thread alive. Okay??))

[Goblin Music]

Maric wanders GLoG gathering random things and bringing them to a workshop

[happyturtle]

Turtle is looking for the Executioner.

[Ashen Lilies]

He's in the Great Room.

[happyturtle]

Turtle, in her prom apparal, sits down next to him.

"I wonder if you could do me a favour."

[Ashen Lilies]

Of course. Fanboy seems to be away, and I have nothing better to do.

[happyturtle]

Turtle chuckles. "Oh, well we sort of need Fanboy for this. You see, I want to know if you can turn him back into a vampire."

((btw, love your prom avvie! And Magtok's. Good job! ))

[Ashen Lilies]

Brahms does a slight double take, but quickly regains his composure.
Why?

((Thanks. Though I might switch out my current Prom-atar to something different))