15260/Sinister And Family Time

Sinister And Family Time
Date of Scene:	29 June 2023
Location:	George Family House
Synopsis:	Bando's sister is put in danger to test him
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Bando George
Tinyplot:	Something Sinister This Way Comes

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
It had been somewhat curious, likely for Bando. A courier had dropped off an old VHS tape for him, written over in his youngest sister's handwriting 'play me'. They had an old VCR hooked up to one of the ancient televisions that had never been thrown away due to the case of family packrattedness. The VHS tape had a 'for a big surprise' also written in it the handwriting of his sister that was a bit of a prankster.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando had the house to himself. He had been looking for crime/job hunting. Except without the stuff after the /. Everybody else? They were at church with a musical set up. When he got back, only to find a package for him, he arched one brow, flipping it over and back as he looked at the tape within. "B, what in the world?" he shook his head. "How did she even find one of these?" He spent about 7 minutes digging around behind the TV through the basement to find the nearest outlet to plug that old screen into, and spent another three minutes trying to figure out where the remote was before just hitting play on the machine, which would have been the easiest to start with.

    Now, covered in dust, he sits back into the old worn lazyboy, a wry smile as he expects some weird scavenger hunt for his baseball cards, or something of that nature.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The Television goes to hook up and play. There's a flicker of static as it starts up. There are each of his sisters.. Standing over in a circle. Each that has a gun put in the other one's mouths. They're each smiling over brightly in the style of a Cheshire Cat, no sort of awareness in their eyes of what they're doing. The guns definitely are real - not props. The safeties are off.
    "I take it I've got your attention?" A voice comes htrough the tv - with a Victorian accent

Bando George has posed:
    There's a certain surrealness to what he sees. Bando doesn't quite have a process for absorbing it at first, like it's some kind of joke. But in the last few years he's seen enough guns to know what a real one looks like, and the smile fades. Nope. This is a joke. This isn't real. Is it real?

    Yes, you have his attention.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The voice goes, "Since you seem to think this is some sort of a game.. Well.. Chop chop!" The voice commands, and one of his sisters lightly pistol whips another in the back of the head! She screams, falling down to the ground, a large welt on her head. It's real.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando flinches as he sees one sister hit the next. He is mostly frozen now watching the screen intently. His heart starts pounding. Why is this happening? He doesn't say anything. After all, there's no one really here to talk to, but his brown eyes are as wide as saucers, and the admonishment from so many fellow heroes on keeping his identity a secret now comes flooding to his memory. He should have listened.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
He doesn't have to hear to know that the unseen speaker is smiling. "Anyways, you have five minutes to get to a location. The location is here." A picture flashes up and over on the screen - somewhere he had been, but that was in one of the suburbs of the city. The front lawn of somewhere a few dozen miles away. "Get there ASAP, or chop chop and off with her head!" One of his sisters brings up a carving knife - the one in the kitchen that his dad only brought out for the Fourth of July.

Bando George has posed:
    "Five minutes? Five minutes from when?" Bando exclaims. He's already in his uniform from his crime hunting. But this is a VHS tape, they couldn't possibly know when he would be looking at it. "What is this, Mission Impossible? I'm not Tom Cruise!" All the same, he has no time to wonder how exact he is with his powers. He disappears with a *fwump*

    He reappears in the front yard of the house, grabbing the door handle. It's locked. He fumbles in his pouch for the keys to the old Dodge Magnum, and unlocks it before hopping in. The car hits the mailbox as he turns too quickly in a panic, hopping over the curb onto the street, and puts in gear, tearing down the street at unsafe speeds.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
He goes to get over into the car, even as over on the passenger side is a small doll. The doll, a plush one that's of.. Some sort of blue'ish clad figure with a pale face, a red 'gem' stuck in the forehead, and exaggerated sharkteeth on it would smile flatly. "Good, you have /incentive/. Now, I'll give directions. And drive. Chop chop." The radio would flare up, the sound of knives clattering together as directions are given to a nearby warehouse.

Bando George has posed:
    "What!?" Bando had been in such a hurry he didn't even notice the doll until it was speaking to him. He only gives a quick glance at it. "Who are you and what's with the horror flick stuff?" he demands in a panic. He runs a stop sign, causing another car to have to screech on their brakes to keep from hitting him.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The doll goes, "Where's the fun in that? Now, unless you want to be late.." There's some high pitched chortles coming over from the doll, even as it just sits back in the seat. With a /screech/ they pull over in to the warehouse.

Bando George has posed:
    Bando puts the car in park, narrowing his eyes. "Stupid horror junkie. This is the real world not some stupid movie!" he declares. He doesn't wait for an answer, but instead immediately teleports with a *fwump, into the warehouse blind. He doesn't know if he's going to hit something or not on the other side of the wall, but he doesn't have time to think about it.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
He's inside the place. And there are a series of.. Large boxes up in the air. One of them is clearly hanging over by what's a narrowing thread, the bulky container far, far more than the rope can support. Inside is screaming from one of his sisters. "It's going for a fall really quick.."

Bando George has posed:
    Bando's eyes go wide as he looks up at the crate that he can hear his sister within. "Why!?" he exclaims, flailing his hands in frustration. He glances around for something, anything to soften the blow. There's no time. "If they are in the box..." He runs directly below it, and concentrates on separating the box from it's contents. This is a little trickier than what he's usually doing when teleporting things.

*fwump*

    The box disappears, and instantly returns over in the corner of the warehouse. Just the box. Meaning...nothing inside of it, nor the door, nor the bolts that attached the door. Anything inside the box along with the sliding door, now no longer have the support to stay aloft.

    "Uh oh."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And there she is. His younger sister, screaming as she's up in midair several meters. Off position, her head facing downwards, having been bouncing around when the box was rocking about. The rope that had been holding it just snapped, sending whatever metal hadn't gone along with it whooshing over to the side in a very loud shriek accompanied by alarms going off wihtin the abandoned warehouse!
    His sister is tumbling through the air, her arms flailing, her body facing downwards. If she lands the full force of the impact is going to be over on her neck and her skull.

Bando George has posed:
    "No no no!" Why did she have to be head down in the box? "I got you!" He runs, following her trajectory, and leaps out to catch her, rolling his body so that she is spun and lands on top of him rather than on her head. No teleportation this time, and he lands pretty hard on his shoulder, which could not have felt good. He'll probably have a significant bruise from it later.

    "Are you okay?" he asks, trying to turn her around quickly and check her for injuries. "Who did this? Are they still here?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
He goes to leap forwards and catch her. It will leave a nasty bruise, perhaps a dislocated shoulder. But she's alive. She's not hurt that badly. Just terrified out of her mind and likely screaming and bawling madly.
    There are no signs whatsoever as to who had taken her in the first place. Whom had kidnapped her. How they had gotten her. Or what thier intent had been at all beyond some sort of macabre, twisted test.

Bando George has posed:
    "It's okay, I'm here now," he comforts, holding her close. "We gotta get out of here before something else happens." And he has to figure out who this was and how he's going to bring them to justice. He hoists her up, though she is a little big for carrying, and glancing around for another attack, rushes back to the car.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's nothing there. Just creepiness. Terror. And not a single sign as to who.. Or what did it. Just likely nightmares, the sense of being watched..
    And somewhere far, far off, a dark voice muses. "Highly precise in nature. Can target specific copmonents. Likely limited to visual range. More testing needed." Fade out..