12814/A stroke 'O Bad Luck

A stroke 'O Bad Luck
Date of Scene:	17 September 2022
Location:	Blake House - Exterior
Synopsis:	Megan's powers continue to go out of control and Padraigh is called in to help her. Featuring undead fiends, coffee and beer.
Cast of Characters:	Megan Gwynn, Thomas Blake, Padraigh O'Malley

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Megan Gwynn has posed:
It's been a couple days now since Megan's mysterious new power suddenly erupted in strange and explosive ways. Pretty much all the light bulbs had been repeatedly exploded and needed to be replaced. And then there were the crashing pots and pans, books randomly flying off the shelves and rugs twisting around the feet and tripping people up. In short, she was a walking disaster.

Which is why, in desperation she called the big scary looking Irish guy to come help if he can. She dared not leave the house lest she create even more destruction, but Megan has spent most of the morning huddled in the back yard where surely there is nothing out here that she can explode...Right?

Thomas Blake has posed:
There is a crash and revving of a powerful motor driving gears as a giant robot cat crashes through the door of Thomas Blake's garage. He exits the garage after the robot. "Goddamit! Fluffy! Megan get airborne." The robot barrels towards Pixie, steel clawed death made solid (and armored metal no less). Thomas manages to grab a seam on the robot's side, pulling himself up as a terrifying huge paw aims a swipe at Megan. Thomas grabs a lever and the robot stops.

"Dammit to hell. I'm pulling his circuit breakers till you get this power under control. Not to worry... what's the matter? Honestly I was getting tired of the piddly shit little hexes -light bulb and sour milk and trippy rugs. This... shows real potential." He opens a control panel and starts pulling breakers.

"What's the matter? I stopped it. No harm no foul. He always misses with the left paw."

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley chuckles walking around to where he was given the directions too. "Alrigh' over there?" He asks strolling closer. "Fluffy huh tha' thing has a name does I'? Well good ta know. So Megan ye' called said somethin' abou' needin' me help?" He pulls out a cigarette and sparks up. "So wha' be happenin' tha's gotcha so spooked?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks as a giant robot cat charges towards her and meeps, jumping to her feet..But before she can fly away, Thomas manages to turn the gears off - moments before something short circuits on the kitty and explodes loudly, setting off the alarm on a nearby car. "Gah!" she darts back, not sure where exactly that random explosion came from..Why is he looking at her like that!?

When Paddy arrives, she glances at him, looking tired and worn out and mostly just freaked out. "Heh, Paddy...Thank goodness you could make it.." she sinks to her knees again, defeated.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake fans smoke away from him. It's coming out of the panel he opened. He leaves it open to air out and slips down off the robot. Then walks over to Megan and lifts her off the ground. "Up we go. Help is here. Come and introduce us. Don't worry about the bot. It can be fixed. I really want a picture of it with Ghost Rider on it." He gets one arm under her and half carries her towards the newcomer.

"Howdy, Tom Blake, star of cable and several court orders." He sticks his free hand out.

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley chuckles taking a drag off his cigarette. "Well good ta be seein' ye' again lass." His attention than turns to Thomas. "And who moight ye' be? Me names Padraigh O'Malley though me friends just call me Paddy." Looking at the robot than back to Meg. "Having arcane technical difficult are ye' Lass?"

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn pouts a bit, climbing to her feet. "I'm ok, really! just.." she sighs, looking at Paddy. "I dunno what's wrong with me but I suspect it's magic..Can you help?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake lets his hand drop. That's okay. He met a number of people who were not handshakers. Might be some supernatural reason.

"Yeeeah. When lightbulbs blow out in their carton, I would say it is magic. The effects are getting stronger. They seem to be defensive or based on her mood. Threatening her or scaring her and bang. I been trying to keep her happy sloshed on Bailey's. It works. Then I ran out of milk for my white Russians and drank it. Anyway as I was saying, call me Thomas or Tom. Don't like Tommy. I will let you guys do... whatever you do. Maybe hit the store." He steals a kiss from Megan and goes to examine the robot.

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley smiles at Thomas. "Sorry abou' tha' me hands ain't the noicest things. They tend to be causin' death or bring shite back from the dead." He than looks back to Megan. "Aye so fear or emotion based yea?" He then raises his hand and starts chanting in Gaelic bringing forth a couple of undead that start moving towards Pixie he needs to see how she reacts after all.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake hunhs when the Undead arise. Taking a moment to process, he draws a knife.e shifts subtly into a defensive stance. "This is in case one runs amuck. No offense but stuff happens. I'm glad they're not demons. Had my fill of those characters." He makes a motion towards Megan. "Go ahead baby, shank them. This is really you department. Like you practiced. She was good with her soul dagger but needed advanced training I mean it's hard. Practicing magic, flight, college, work... let me get out of the way." He steps back from an undead.

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley smirks and shakes his head with a laugh. "As long as I can see'em or have Aiden...oh sorry Aiden is me ghost servant. So as long as I can see'em or Aiden is ou' here keepin' an eye onem they ain't gettin' outta me control." He grins pulling out his flask and taking a swig than a drag offering the flask and his pack of luckies to Thomas. "Me da is Arawn Celtic God of Death an' the underworld, iffin Oi be losin' control over me undead minions well....le's jus' say Oid be the laughin' stock o' the Death Gods and Death Demi Gods."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake leads Padraigh into the living room and opens up the bar. "Ghost eh? I got a tiger in the back I made my in ground pool into a habitat for him. Sooooo my dad was a horror show. My previous girlfriend called Marduk Kurios poppa and half my buddies got paper for them... warrants. They got warrants. Things are not black and white. I try to tell her that. Here... something tells me you'd like Irish Whiskey. This stuff is 20 years old. When you finish up with my girl stay for dinner. I grill a mean steak. Pixie hardly finishes hers. Should I leave a drink out for your friend?"

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley laughs and follows along. "Oi Aiden stay and watch the Minions alrigh'." He takes the whiskey when it's handed to him. "Ah yes nothin' wrong with a good ol' Oirish whiskey." He nods his head a bit as he leans against the nearest wall. "Nothin' ever be black er white, all thin's are grey havin' elements o' both good an' evil innem. Tha' bein' said sometoimes bein's lean a li'le more one way then the other." The mention of a steak peaks Paddy's interest. "Ah steak an' potatoes a favorite o' moine tha' is."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes a peek at the window and shakes his head. "She's a good girl. She needs more confidence and to fucking relax. Most things work out. Anyway, she is brilliant at learning spells. I saw her read them from a book and cast them perfect. She's going to be very powerful. I'm helping her with the physical end of things."

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley chuckles. "Aye we all need self confidence don't we. I can help with physicality too." He pulls his duster open revealing the wolf pommel broad sword and dragon pommel dagger.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake looks at the hilts. "Well that's ultimately up to her. But maybe we should concentrate on our specialties for now." He takes another peek out as shouting might be heard and a crash. "I think she dropped Fluffy's paw on one of your undead. She better leave my van alone. I just had it washed."

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley laughs loudly and nods. "Ah yes specialties for me magic and sword play and boxing are all me specialties. Though I hear ya, I am the one able to tutor her in control of....Magic" He says laughing as he looks out there. "Aye the minions are expendable thankfully."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake freshens Padraigh's drink. "You don't a magic wand up your wazoo like a lot of magic types. I like that... hey, honey! Finish up out there! I want to grill a few steaks for us. Your teacher is staying for dinner," he yells the last out the window. He turns back to Padraigh, "I can get us in a local place. Don't worry about the time: Folksvangr. It's Mutant friendly. Also, I think we scared the haters away. Well, she did. I was laughing too hard."

Padraigh O'Malley has posed:
Padraigh O'Malley chuckles again and nods taking another drink of that topped off whiskey. "Shrugs, Mutants are the same as everyone else they live, love, breathe bleed and die as we all do. No sense to hating on them." He shrugs before looking around

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn is busy all this time, fighting undead minions outside, putting her soul dagger to good use. "Honestly, I can't believe he just sic'd em on me and bolted..So rude!" she mutters! and now she's mad enough that an overhead lamp crackles and explodes, falling on an undead. Fluffy's paw explodes and hits another. "Meep!" she darts back, nearly getting hit by that one. Another undead fiend takes a swipe but underestimates distance and as Pixie ducks, it hits its friend instead of her, totally clutching out.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake comes back out with a beer in hand. "Oh these things are a step down from guard dogs. Oh geeze, poor Fluffy. Serves me right. We didn't leave you, his ghost is keeping an eye on you. You're doing great." He takes a swallow of beer. "You want steaks or to go to our restaurant, the Scandinavian place? Where they proofed you... oh shit!" He notices the color of her wings and her face and crouches, ready to duck.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn does have dark red and black wings right now. Boom! another car alarm goes off as a random hole in the sidewalk opens up, tripping up another undead fiend before she stabs him in the back. She's panting heavily after taking out the last fiend! a look of murder in her eyes. "Mmm I think that's the last one?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake saunters over to her, stepping over Undead slightly more dead. "Wow. Is that what I look like at work? Uh, good technique with the soul dagger. You kept it back, so they couldn't grab it. I thought you were in trouble when that one grabbed you buy the hair. But you kept moving. Here... I bought this for you." He holds out the bottle of beer. A peace offering perhaps? He pops the cap with his thumb.

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks slowly, straightening from hovering over the latest prey. The way Thomas so casually strides towards her and says that makes her gaze - and her wings - soften considerably. "Did I do good? I feel..Better." yay, no horns either! She peers at the beer and pouts, "What, out of Baileys?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake shrugs and runs back in the house. He comes back out with the drink he'd mixed that morning. He hands it to her. "Be careful," he says. "Oh gimme a hug. I love vicious Pixie.' He gives her a hug, feeling the heat from her exertions. "We need to get cleaned up for the restaurant. Not that I'm complaining." A fast muh-wah on the cheek. "Oh, couldn't find Padraigh. Probably had some deathly hallows to deal with."

Megan Gwynn has posed:
Megan Gwynn smiles and nods, hugging him tightly before grabbing the Baileys. "Thanks!" she takes a sip. "I think he helped..I guess practice makes perfect right? I just need to grab a shower, then we can head out." she arches a brow at the deathly hallows reference which might not be far from the mark but she'll worry at that later.