16089/Stank Hole Rendezvous

Stank Hole Rendezvous
Date of Scene:	22 October 2023
Location:	The Stankhole Popup Nightclub, Metropolis
Synopsis:	The mission to find a HIVE escapee was a bust; but they did bust up a busty group of succubi before they could finish gathering morsels for dinner... and rescued three HIVE operatives from the hive mind.. may be. Including one hacker named Jane Roe.
Cast of Characters:	Jinx, Damian Wayne, Kaldur'ahm, Gar Logan, Jane Roe, Michael Hannigan, Donna Troy

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Jinx has posed:
Jinx had managed to intercept a mission directive from H.I.V.E. - one of their operatives has gone missing at <coordinates> and they are dispatching a team to find out why and how. Jinx has taken the obvious leap in logic here that one of their own has defected. Some how they've broken free of the mind control and if that's possible, Jinx wants to know how.

However, the abandoned warehouse that stands before them is not exactly what she would have expected from a 'get away from HIVE' location. The thumping music inside says more 'nightclub' than 'lay low from an evil mind controlling cult.'.. but here they are.

Jinx takes out her detector, upgraded by Red Robin, and frowns, "There's H.I.V.E. here too. We're late to the party. Let's get in, find the defectee, and get out. There's no need to get in a tussle with HIVE if we can avoid it."

She rolls her shoulders. Going up against her family was never easy nor comfortable. There's a lot of programming to unlearn from all the years she spent in their 'care'. But she strides forward and through the doors.

Inside the lights are pumping, the stages are filled with both men and women wearing very little. There are crowds of women and a few men here and there. This looks more like a strip club than a nightclub. The bass really reverberates right through you. "Huh..." Jinx says as she witnesses a group of women performing the rituals of a Hens Night tossing $1 bills at a man who looks like he should be doing spreadsheets behind a desk.

Damian Wayne has posed:
If one to ask why Batwing was here, he would have told them that he was here to assist the Titans on an official mission. However, besides that, he is also here to ensure that Jinx is not trying to lead the Titans into a trap or double-cross the group that has put so-much misguided trust into her.

Damian has trust issues, check.

Arriving at the non-descript building, the young man peers out from beneath the hood of his costume, the lens closes to only white light to show. As he peers at the warehouse, he gestures towards the roof. That is where he is going. Pulling the grapple gun from his belt, he fires and sends it flying towards the roof. Once it collides with a support beam, a retraction sends him skywards, and then he lands upon the roof.

Once there, he starts making his way towards one of the windows and takes a peek inside. When he sees what the nightclub really is, the edges of his mask arrive and his lips press into a thin line as he presses gently on his comm and vocalizes.

<<You bring us to the most interesting places, Jinx. Working on a count of partons. Appears to be a generic sex club. The type that Red Robin would need to be carded for. Trying to get a count on the patrons. I do not have eyes on the HIVE team.>>

He hasn't quite caught on the reversal here of women making it rain on Accountant Steve downbelow. He already knows he'll need brain bleach later.

Kaldur'ahm has posed:
This is Jake's very first time going out on a mission with the Titans. Arthur Curry introduced him -- Arthur calls him Kaldur'ahm -- to the Titans just about a week or so ago and Jake has been trying to keep his mouth shut and follow their lead.

Despite the fact that he has thin clothing in late October, the young man seems unaffected by the cold. As the group moves into the warehouse, Jake can't help but tap a foot or move a hand in time with the thumping bass. He's quite visceral, and this club is exactly his kind of scene. His eyes occasionally roam over the barely dressed men who are dancing, but he mostly manages to keep his focus on the mission.

Tonight, Jake is wearing his stealth-tech Atlantean special operations suit. It is currently colored black, though at the touch of a button it can camouflage itself to any of a variety of color schemes. On his back is a metallic black backpack that has a supply of pressurized water in it. Affixed to his belt are two hilts that can be used to manipulate water in a variety of ways.

Gar Logan has posed:
There are a lot of things about H.I.V.E. that don't make sense to Beast Boy. His experience with them is only marginal and intermittent, leading to the need to ask Jinx along the way, "So, is there anything particular we should be looking for with these guys? Expecting any of your old 'friends?'" Asked complete with finger quotes.

In civvies for this (maybe the costume's underneath), it's still not exactly clubwear. That section of his wardrobe is pretty sparse, and as they step inside he whistles under his breath. "So it's /that/ kind of party," he says. Done quietly or not, the noise of the place swallows much of it up all the same. "If we need any sneaking around, you know I got you covered."

Jane Roe has posed:
Somewhere in the crowd was Jane, just another of the girls that were apparetly having a good time. The young woman with the pixie cut was smiling as she danced to the hard techno music, the eyes a little lidded while, her body swung in the rythm of the music, shaking with the beat... But between the thrashing and throes, those eyes were seeking the crowd, wandering over the heads as if looking for someone familiar or specific. Who? That might be impossible for anyone to tell but her... but the nameless one was dancing in the sway of the music.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As a comedian has once stated the state of awareness system would be better understood if it was set to two stages of heightend stages: Find a helmet. Put on the helmet.

Well, when it involves Mike getting messages from the Titans, it is more: Mask not needed. Wear a Mask. Based from what bits he's gotten about H.I.V.E. and that the message is involving them, well this screamed as a 'wear a mask' type a mission. And so there he is in his 'costume'. Costume is a stretch as the attire is something you'd probably see a Central Park jogger wearing on a cold day. Sweats, Hoodie with the hood pulled over low- The key difference between his outfit and that would simply be the black material added to the hood to hide his face.

Upon the group getting there and the teltale signs of a rave like environment, Mike sighs. Jinx stating that they're on a quickened clock doesn't help the matter either. There's ever the slightest of shifts to his form. Those who may be alerted to the smells and sounds of heartbeats may note the sudden loss of one. But visibly, he is still there, standing. But that doesn't last long as he takes a few steps, flips, and shifts to a raven, flying up after Damian. Upon reaching there, he doesn't stop, instead passing through the glass untouched before setting in the rafters.

<< What do they look like? >>

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Not just interesting, but such /classy/ places you take us too," Donna tells Jinx with a smirk when it becomes apparent where they're going. Donna is more amused than anything else. Somehow this seems like a very /Jinx/ thing to happen, and she's hardly unaccustomed to public nudity, coming from Themyscira.

    Donna is wearing her armor. She has a sheathed sword and lasso slung from her belt. A shield slung from her back. It's not exactly going to blend in, though depending on the circumstances that can be an advantage. When Batwing gestures towards the roof, she gives him a nod and watches him ascend. "You guys stay close," she says to the others remaining. "Switch coms to bone conduction mikes, stay in contact. Batwing's taking the roof, I'm going to look for a way in at the rear. "

    She checks the two star-embossed disks attached to her belt, throwable trackers, shifts her shield on her back slightly, and rises up into the air. "See you inside," she says before shooting up and over the warehouse to check the rear of the building.

Jinx has posed:
It's only been recently that actual communication between Jinx and Gar has been possible. This is a big step for the both of them, each a hot head in their own way. "They have a chip in their head. They abduct people in positions of power or influence, but not too much power or influence, and put a chip in their head that makes them part of the hive. They can swap their agents back and forth between the regular person and a hive agent. It's ... really messed up. That's how they've been getting their claws slowly in to institutions across the country."

Jinx says all this with a touch of venom on her lips. She loathes HIVE. Very few people know that high ranking HIVE members are technically her adopted parents. Her roots in the organisation go deep. Still the music is making it easy to get in to the mood of the mission. She does like her freedom and it's hard to be brooding like Raven or Damian.

"You say that like I knew this was going to be a strip club..." But with her luck it's unsurprising really. Jinx starts wandering around looking the people over. These aren't exactly your usual sex idols but people seem to be in to it. Is this the theme - throw off your inhibitions and dance the night away. She lets the beat dictate her foot falls. "I think our best stealth might be to enjoy this."

A man places a hand on Jane's shoulder and he says, "Stay on mission. We don't have time for this." The two of them have never met before yet they know each other. For they are both agents of HIVE. The woman near Jane turns to look at the man. She has legs that go on forever and an unnatural beauty when she smiles at the man.

He pauses as he looks her over and her words are like honey to him, "What's the rush. Stay, dance with us..." He blinks a few times and then nods, a smile growing. "Yeah. We have time. No harm in.. having a bit of fun." He takes his hand off Jane's shoulder and starts doing the white-man-dance.

Jinx sniffs the air a bit and furrows her brow. "What's that ... smell. Seems so familiar.." She shakes her head, "Probably nothing." A pair of underpants flings through the air and hits her in the face. She flicks it off and blechs! "Ugh.." Her eyes lock on the Hens party as they cackle. One of them has gotten up on the mini-stage to dance with Accountant Steve.

A tall woman wearing a very short skirt, a vest that barely covers anything, and very high heels steps out of the shadows and motions to the dancing intruder on Steve's stage. She catches the eyes of 'security' and steps down. The two take hands and start dancing. Not at all the usual response to breaking the night club rules.

Jinx places her hand to her ear and swaps to bone-mode as she replies to Phantasm << "Presumably trying to be inconspicuous. I admit, this is going to be harder than I thought. I have a detector that should pick up their chip. We can round up the defector and all of HIVE and call it a win." >>

With that Jinx shuffle dances through the crowd of very entertained patrons. The music is both horrifying but also familiar in that she's also been to plenty of these kinds of nightclubs. Escapism is important when you're breaking free of cult programming. Also it's a lot of fun with Harley. That said, this 'dance remix' of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit is a crime against humanity.

Damian Wayne has posed:
When Phantasm asks what they look like, Batwing looks confused for a moment. <<Mostly semi-nude men and women and their clientele. Though it seems that they are lacking in comliness for this type of work. Even I have seen enough 'Euphoria' to know this.>>

Slipping his way into the window onto the upper area of the club, he's getting a better view of what's down below. There's a frown as he feels the vibe and throb of the music. <<I have eyes on a couple of possibilities.>> he tags them for the others, but he hasn't made a positive identification.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices the offices. He makes his way along the catwalk to where they are and he realizes, even before he reaches for his lockpicks, the doorknob comes off in his hands and he can push it open.

The interior of the second floor offices are dusty, empty. Long abandoned. <<Heads up. This is a temporary set up. Keep eyes open for HIVE to quickly 'burn' this place if discovered.>> As in burn it down. Not just cut losses and run.

Moving back to keep his eyes on the other Titans, sharing real time locations with their comms to their relative positions with those he tags, he finds his foot tapping idly with the music.

Kaldur'ahm has posed:
When Jake hears Donna Troy instruct the group to switch comms to bone conduction mics, he fumbles a bit with the comm unit. He's not used to this level of high-tech ops. He eventually does manage to switch successfully, but the fumbling draws some attention to him.

Two shirtless men wearing dark sunglasses flank Jake. Maybe they're just curious patrons. Maybe they are security of some sort. Either way, Jake has their attention.

"What's that on your back," one of them asks, tugging a bit on Jake's metal backpack. "What's this you're wearing? It's like a wet suit or something?" the other one asks.

"Oh boy," Jake says. "Um, hi, fellas. How's it going? I'm just, uh, you know..." He peers around. "Do they have strawberry milk here?" He has /no/ idea what he's doing, clearly.

Jane Roe has posed:
As that man strokes her shoulder, Jane was about to say something that she was looking, but the other dancer took the words from her. She smiled back to the beauty, sending the 'collegue' trying the white-man-dance a little mocking glare and dared to try and give that woman with the honeyed words a tiny, teasing smack on the behind.

"You got the moves, girl..." she tried to tell over the noise of the music her gestures indicating she meant the one that just snatched her partner, but the face told a slightly different story. One that was kind of... appreciating the dancer?

Gar Logan has posed:
Just a nod from Gar, who isn't likely to have a good way of telling who's chipped and who's not. "Well, I'll see what I can spot, or just be ready to act if someone else catches something first," he says, also switching over to the other method of communication before he slips further into the crowd.

It's impossible for him to not stand out, being green and all. No sense in trying to hide what he is. First, he seeks out some water to sip from as he nods his head slightly to the music. It's catchy in its garish way, but it can also be a distraction. "Nope, didn't need to see that," he tells himself as another pair of underwear goes sailing away nearby.

At least he'd have a thing or two to tell Vorpal and Kian later on, something to make them wish they'd been here.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Hearing Damian's explanation the bird's head tilts up, about to correct Damian before Jinx's explanation covers it for him. See, Jinx gets it. He meant what does the TARGET look like. And it's a good thing too. Wiith the bone conduction mic switch request that more or less means the Phantasm shouldn't speak at all.

Okay. No description beyond 'trying to be inconspicuous'. The bird's head tilts looking to the party goers down below. Okay Inconspicuous...Inconspicuous...

In a strip club, would trying to be inconspicuous mean that they lost their clothes or that they still have them on? Considering the debate, he's a bit glad he chose to go bird mode.

...Why does he even own a mask?

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna gestures to Batwing as she goes over the roof, indicating the direction she's going before she drops down into the alley behind the warehouse. She finds it pretty much what she'd expect to find -- messy, somewhat smelly, plenty of trash bins and the like, a few empty shipping pallets leaning against the wall, a van and a pair of cars parked up close by. There's a goods entrance and a smaller rear door with a camera over it, but no sign of guards. Donna watches the camera for a few moments to determine that it's a cheap, fixed-position model, and drops down to the ground right up against the wall, to keep out of its field of view.

    Once she's on the ground, Donna listens for a few moments at the door, then gives it a gentle push. It moves slightly, but she doesn't immediately open it. Instead she sweeps her body camera across the alley, making sure to get the plates of the three vehicles in shot. Then she pushes very slowly and cautiously at the door, opening it a crack and waiting for a few moments. There's no reaction from inside, so she pushes it open and slips inside, pulling the door quietly to behind her, looking around the space she finds herself in. There are more empty pallets by the goods entrance, a hatch in the floor that presumably leads down into a basement storage area, and a pair of doors, both open. One leads into the back of the bar area, the other into a small passageway that opens out into the interior of the club space, passing a pair of toilets. There are metal half-barrel beer kegs stacked by the bar entrance.

    Donna leans against the wall by the passageway into the club proper and peers around. There's a little bit of traffic between the club and the toilets, and Donna waits until doors are closed before stepping quietly over to the beer kegs. She moves one onto the hatch, and one more in front of the door. Easy for her, enough to significantly slow down anyone without super strength who tries to make a quick exit at the back. "Rear secured", she whispers into the comms before returning to her position at the wall and waiting for another moment where the toilets passageway is empty before stepping into it and walking bolding into the rear of the club. Once inside she leans casually against the wall just by the passage, so the shield on her back is less obvious to anyone glancing her way, and lets her eyes roam across the crowd. Nobody really stands out immediately -- well apart from the DJ who doesn't seem to have great taste in music, but at least she's pretty hot. Not so hot as to risk Raven's wrath perhaps, but a nice bit of eye candy.

Jinx has posed:
Jinx bops her way through the crowd following the Red Robin enhanced HIVE tracker. It leads her toward two women and a man dancing. The signal says two hive, << "I think I've found two HIVE..." >> but then another woman steps in front of Jinx and cups her hand over tracker.

"You don't need that here. Just relax, have some fun."

Jinx blinks at the taller woman before her wearing a short cut t-shirt and short short jeans. She states what is generally always on her mind, "What the fuck..." Pink energy swirls around her hand and pulses through the woman as she tries to pull away.

But the grip is strong, revealed by magic dark black claws wrapped about Jinx's wrist. A long sinuous tail swishing behind her; curled horns on her head and wicked fangs in her mouth. And yet, despite all that she somehow just looks sexier.

"Succubus.." Jinx whispers and the woman smirks at Jinx.

"Relax," she states almost as a command.

Jinx's expression softens, "You know I'm not even mad. This is a legit wicked trap..." As she quickly falls under the sway of the Succubus.

The succubus looks human once more as Jinx's magic wears off. Only those paying attention would have seen the very obvious demonic creature for the fewest of seconds. She leads Jinx up on to a dance stage and leans in whispering to her, "Forget your cares for the night and dance.." Which Jinx begins to do with the human looking succubus. The perils of being bisexual and single.

Damian Wayne has posed:
Batwing, from his second floor perch, is watching the situation down below. His fingers clutch gently as he observes, sharing information. And then, two of the contacts that he had pinged were being closed on upon Jinx.

His eyes move, head swivelling to follow the small cluster -- until Jinx is intercepted by a third. He watches the woman touch and then grab Jinx and before he can say anything, Jinx utters the word 'succubus'. It sends up an immediate alert in Damian's mind, and his lips pull into a thin line.

The good news is that from here, he has a pretty decent line of sight upon the group. His hand falls to his utility belt and he drops a Birdarang into his hand. He flicks it open, and then moves to a knee. Carefully he aims and then he flings the device towards the back of the succubus' head to try to bean her, even as he's moving back into the catwalk to change positions, because an assassin never stays in the same place after the first shot.

Kaldur'ahm has posed:
Jake hears Jinx say succubus. "Jinx might be in trouble," the young Atlantean says. The two men hassling him, of course, have no clue who he is talking to. "I'm gonna move that w..."

He is cut off as one of the muscular men grabs him at his collar. "You ain't goin' anywhere." Apparently he is a guard or watchman of some sort.

Jackson flashes the taller, more muscular man a grin. "Hey, I like a tussle with a sweaty, shirtless, muscular dude in a sketchy nightclub as much as anyone, but I got stuff to do." Then Jake grabs the larger man's hand and squeezes. He doesn't use anything close to all of his strength, he doesn't want to shatter the mans hand into a bloody pulp. But he does squeeze hard and the musclebound dude sinks to his knees in pain.

Then Jake turns to the other guys and points at him. "You want some too?" That guys puts up both hands and backs away.

Then the Atlantean releases his grip on the large man's hand and moves through the crowd in the direction of Jinx. "Yeah they definitely know we're here. Two guys just tried to restrain me." He chuckles slightly. "One of 'em is gonna need some an ice pack, or maybe some Tylenols or somethin'."

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan did not see the source of Jinx's consternation, but he too picked up the word spoken. Succubus? "Wait, those are real, and not just on those..you know what, nevermind. I didn't say anything. Be careful, everyone. Like I need to say that."

He slides more to the periphery, hopeful that if whoever's behind this is more toward the center, it'll keep him out of the line of fire so to speak. When he spots Jinx starting to dance up on the stage, he coughs into a hand. "Eyes on Jinx over there, and..apparently her new friend." Will Batwing's throw solve that little problem? Hard to know if he's moving himself closer to any danger, or away from it.

Jane Roe has posed:
As Jinx faces the succubus and the magic flutters through the air around, Jane turns to face the gleaming light, the relaxing smile on her lips slipping some. That face... She danced over, back towards that woman that had told her to relax. One arm caressed, as if by accident, the dancing young woman at the shoulder, then another short contact at the arms as she danced with her and that disguised demon...

Was it just flirting? Was it more? As she danced with Jinx, Jane whispered something into the ear of the pink haired one. "You can come back..." An ofer? A threat? Clearly not a deadly threat, considering how she was... indeed, actually flirting?! The demon's mere presence might have its part in the act...

That was... until Jane made actual eye contact with the succubus... Just like Jinx, there was a danger to having specific orientations when you faced a succubus. Especially if a goodooking succubus was checking lots of boxes to get the machine running.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
While the Phantasm may no longer speak, he can still listen in. Jinx's comment causes for him to look for the brightly haired ally. As Jinx bops, the phantasm hops, birdy like to another rafter as it adjusts itself to a better viewing position.

Bop.Hop.

Bop.Hop.

When Jinx comes to a stop, the bird does as well. Watching the encounter, the bird's head tilts as Jinx's uttered phrases. But upon the one word 'succubus' the bird curses. Due to meeting a friend's ex, he's more than familiar with the term, and what it means. Bone conducting function on or not, he speaks. << Fuck. Uh, If you like women. Move away from where Jinx is. If you in NO way prefer women, Go get Jinx back before they get hungry. I don't think she'd want to be eaten. >>

There is a pause, considering the situation. If they're involved, then being inconspicuous was probably not in the cards for the one they were looking for. << Is there a chance the target is Dolla dolla bill guy over there? >>

MULTI-TASKING.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "They come in male flavors too," Donna's voice warns over the comms once the word 'succubus' has started making the rounds. With the Bat and the Atlantean set on dealing with the immediate problem of Jinx, Donna decides the better part of caution is to hold back for the moment. Sword or lasso? Swords are a good choice when you're dealing with demons, but there are too many unknowns, too many civilians. Donna loosens her lasso but doesn't take it in hand quite yet; that tends to be a bit conspicuous.

    "Gar, might be an idea if you cover the front entrance," she suggests. He may be about to marry a couple of men, but Donna knows he's not immune to feminine charms either. "Do we have eyes on the targets? Batwing, can you see which direction they're heading? If they're making a break we need to intercept. If you see one approaching front or rear exits, maybe paint with a laser dot for identification. They may try to get lost in the crowds."

    Donna's eyes drift back over to that pretty DJ and hovers there for a few moments before Donna realizes what she's doing and what it may imply, and snaps her attention back to the crowd with a mutter that can be faintly heard via the bone conduction mike, but only Jackson is likely to be able to translate: "/Heras maztos!/"

Jinx has posed:
The first man accosting Jackson dropss to his knees in pain and his eyes sort of blink a few times. The pain has kicked him out of whatever spell he was under. "Wh.. at? Where am I?" He looks at Jackson some what horrified as it's clear he was just hurt and damn his hand hurts.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry I didn't hurt you did I?..." He asks Jackson as he cradles his very ouchie hand. But Jackson is already moving on. The second guy backing away half stumbles and runs and calls out "MISTRESS!"

Jinx hears whispered words in her ear.. 'You can come back...' She turns to look at Jane and a look of confusion crosses her face. "What did you say?" The succubus quickly cups Jinx's cheek and turns her head back to her and whispers, "Ssssh... focus on me pet."

Before the Batarang hits her in the back of the head and she crumbles in to a mess on the ground. Jinx stares down at her as her eyes refocus on what's going on. Her expression darkens. Mind control. Why'd it have to be mind control. Of all the things you could do to Jinx that wouldn't trigger her - but no, it had to be mind control.

"Motherfuckers!" It's one thing for Jinx to learn to work in a team, to commit herself to turning the other cheek. But it's another thing entirely for her to be thrown back in to the deep end of her trauma like this. Pink energy whips about her wildly and she twirls casting the magic out through the room.

She scowls. With a snap of her fingers every single succubus in the room is revealed to be the demonic creature they are. Horns, fangs, tails, the works. The dancing stops except for those under the sway of the Succubus. Then the screaming and running starts. A stampede to the doors.

All of a sudden it's quite obvious who the four involved parties are. The tall succubus demons whose dinner party has been suddenly ruined. The Titans, everybody else left dancing as if everything were a-oaky.. and those left looking bewildered must be H.I.V.E. Including Accountant Steve. Dollar bills as Phantasm suspected.

It's hard to fall for the charms and magic of the succubus when you can see what they are. The one crumpled before her feet has a lovely shade of dark red skin. Jinx's unimpressed gaze falls upon Jane Roe.

She lifts up her hand and grips the air as wind attempts to grip her neck like a force-choke straight from Star Wars. "You tell them.. I am NEVER coming back.. and that I will END them. You hear me?!" Her anger, bottled up for so long now, is on the verge of being unleashed upon one of HIVEs hapless minions.

Damian Wayne has posed:
<<Getting back in position, tracking the targets, Troia.>> Batwing reports from his catwalk as he is finally trying to settle into a new position after his inital snipe of the succubus down on the floor.

Or course, that is completely no longer needed. Because Jinx just exposed them all. <<Get the humans herded out! They're just going to be in the way. Troia, Jinx is nearest to you!>> he reports.

And he's working on things as well. As much as HIVE may be a threat, a succubus is a much larger threat. And it's not like there is a Succubi Repellant in his utility belt. So instead, he's working on trying to take them out first. Either with a Batrang, or a grapple fired to snatch one off the ground, pulling her high into the air to secure her hanging abover the catwalk to sway there.

Kaldur'ahm has posed:
As Jake jogs over to back-up his teammates, a woman moves in front of him...a succubus. "Shhhh, baby, come with me," she coos as she strokes Jake's cheek. "I'll make tonight one for the record books."

He looks her up and down, utterly unaffected by her magic. "I don't think so. I got drunk in high school and tried this once. It was /not/ for me." Then he just punches her in the face and she collapses to the ground.

More forcefully now, Jake pushes through people to the area where Jinx is and the demon who got bataranged by Batwing. The Atlantean squats down and picks up the batarang from the floor. "Oh sick, I wonder if I can keep this!" he asks himself (and, incidentally, anyone who is on comms).

Gar Logan has posed:
"Yeah..making my way over now," Gar says, if a little slow to say and do it. There must be one nearby, just tickling at some part of his thoughts. It's true. He's ended up closest to two other males, but he's certainly open to both sides. It doesn't make him immune, just more difficult to get.

And then the ruse is revealed, others stampeding for the exit to leave specific groups behind, including the now-obvious succubi. "Not bad, but not good enough," he scoffs at them, staying aware of their potential attacks, though they don't look like much beyond, well, looking at. "You might have had me for a little bit." However, he doesn't go in for a strike just yet.

Jane Roe has posed:
Jane the Agent's eyes had been lost to the Succubus. Who promptly overwrote HIVE's commands. Lust-Magic seeping into the brain of the hacker, starting to interact with... well, a neurochemistry that was different. Where the HIVE was just usng a very limited capacity of the brain in a way that wasn't even utilizing half of it, the smack by the purple power of a lteral demon was different. Putting the head on differently. Backwards? Upsde down?

Though as short as the moment of lucidity by Succubus was, the next moment that succubus collapsed, and half a moment later, Jinx reached to the unprotected windpipe and actually managed toget a hold of her. Did HIVE listen? Jane the agent wouldn't know, she was thrown out by the succubus. Neither could Jane the demon-thrall know, for she was unaware of the HIVE control.

Deep below, a conscious started to stirr. One that was actually home in that odd brain, one that was starting to test the disrupted shackles from magic that was halfway woven and a body craving for air as Jinx did her best Darth Vader impression. But at best... he managed to make the eyelashes flutter over eyes that were still filled with the circles woven by unearthly demons.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Donna's caution regarding the possibillity of an incubus presence is noted. Either way he's fucked if he goes down there. But maybe-

Well, he could try a spell but that might take a few-

And then Jinx, snaps out of it.

Ok maybe not.

Seeing Jinx not falling back under the sway as the succbi are revealed in their true form, it becomes apparent that it's now open season for which the other Titans are working on. To the call to get the humans herded out there is a response, someone a little lacking in quality to the other mics .

<< Working on it. >>

Okay. He's doing this then

The raven hops off of its rafters, flying over to the the DJ Booth. Swooping down, a talon snatches the microphonebefore the bird flies up to the rafters. Form shifting once more, the masked figure of Phantasm stands.

Oh. So THAT's why he has a mask.

And soon Mike's voice filters into the room. Quickly, Rhythmically he speaks.

And so we've encountered succubus,
who feed by using allure covetousness.
Desire, a trick so victims don't make a fuss
as these demons drain and leave things in such a mess.

But let this night they find themselves sorely lacking.
In following through with the prey they've been tracking.
Let the victims open their eyes
and to the tricks become so wise

To those dancing on the floor,
to you I must implore.
It is time for you all to go home.
With these creatures you must never be with alone.

The situation's here quite dour
So this here is the hour
for you to party here no more.
CALMLY proceed to the door!

Donna Troy has posed:
    As soon as the screams starts, Donna sprints back down the passageway behind her, hurls the beer keg blocking the doors aside and kicks the door open, then pulls open the loading bay door as well. A crush is not a good idea, so the barricades must go. There's already a crowd of clubgoers trying to escape down the passageway when she gets back to it, and Donna doesn't waste time taking off to fly over their heads. This just encourages the panic, but Donna tries to settle this down by yelling "Everyone out! No pushing, quickly but CALMLY out the exits! We'll protect you!"

    In case anyone has much doubt who 'we' are, at this point she's got her lasso out, glowing brilliant gold in the dim light of the warehouse.

    Which probably means she's going to be mistaken for her sister, but she's pretty well used to that by now.

    "Anyone who has a shot at it, try to render the HIVE guys unconscious", Donna whispers into the coms. "Ideally without hurting them, but speed is of the essence." Previous mind-controlled HIVE agents have made a habit of disappearing, catching some would be good.

    Once she's back in the main room of the Warehouse, Donna no longer makes any effort to stay unnoticed. There's not a whole lot of point when you're flying and wielding a glowing golden magic lasso. She doubles down on it by rising up into the air in the middle of the warehouse where /everyone/ is going to see her. With Phantasm's song casting its spell on the crowds, the evacuation can hopefully be left to its own devices, so Donna decides to address the elephant in the room. Or the demons in the room, rather.

    "ATTENTION, SUCCUBI!" she bellows out, taking advantage of her high position. She flexes the glowing lasso in her hand. "You are in the wrong demiplane, and those guys you're after are OURS. Flee back to whatever underworld you came from NOW, or die. Your call."

    Her eyes find the hot DJ. "Yeah, even you. Sorry."

Jinx has posed:
Jinx holds on to that choke may be a bit longer than she intended. The anger, the rage, the hatred - it's all there. But she's not a killer any more. That was the deal. She lets it go. Jinx knows better - there's two minds inside that head. A real person and HIVE. She's sure Caitlin can get the chip out.

"I ain't no bloody priest and I never took to Sunday school but I sure as she know if you rip the heart out of a demon they go back to hell." Instructions for her fellow Titans. And in demonstration she summons a spectral blade.

This was never a piece of magic she had intended to learn but Harley was insistent that 'she be able to summon a badass weapon with magic' for some reason. Why, she's still not sure. Fighting with swords is student when you've got magic. And yet, this oversized carving knife is suddenly useful. She pierces the blade in to the unconscious succubus on the stage and it bursts in to hell fire flames before disappearing.

It is from this act that one of the succubus becomes the obvious leader of the group. The way her facial features contort in to hatred at their intruders. It's the DJ. "You've made an enemy today Amazon," she says. Her fangs bite in to her own wrist and as the blood drips it burns like acid on the DJ deck. She motions the demonic blood around and says some strange words - all the succubi burst in to flames and disappear.

... which leaves 3 Agents of H.I.V.E. standing there awkwardly. Accountant Steve, Jane Roe, and Misc Guy #2. It is only Misc Guy #2 who is still connected to the network and like a German Train on time his eyes glaze over and he suddenly looks very confused. "Uh." he pats himself down, "Ah." Then does a 360 twirl. "Right." His eyes focus on Donna and his expression lightens, "Oh wow. Troia of the Titans. You wouldn't happen to know where I am or what's going on would you?"

Jinx looks down at her hands as the magical blade disappears. Her shoulders slump. Tonight was too much for her. Fighting HIVE was never going to be easy but falling so easily under the sway of the succubus has made her feel particularly small. "What a fuckin' waste of time this was," she says broodily. She finally nailed it.

What she wanted from the night was an ally, someone who had escaped the clutches of HIVE and would help take them down with the Titans. Someone, anyone else, who got out like she did. Rescuing a hundred people from succubi is a huge win but it's not the win she was looking for. She turns and heads to the door unceremoniously.

Jane Roe has posed:
Choked to an inch of damage, and then dropped, the body of Jane collapses on the ground in a powerless heap. The actual inhabitant of that body still booting, the position could not be comfortable or healthy. But still, she was pretty much discarded to the ground, half unconcous, floating in the strange brainspae that is between being awake and dreaming. The strange state where, to Jane Roe at least, radio waves sung their sweet lullabies and the power lines chittered. Where the song of technology was sung... but only for Jane alone.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Watching the crowd move their way out the doors, Phantasm sighs slightly. Grabbing against one of the structure beams for a bit of support, he glances down as he takes a breather. Spotting one succubi beneath him but not really having the energy to pop on down there, he holds his other hand out. Taking aim, he lets go of the microphone and watches as gravity does the rest.

THUNK-K-K-K-K-WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Underneath the mask, Mike smiles after the mic hits its mark. Probably one of the few times that feedback was an agreeable noise. Tired, the musician sits down on the beam, watching the others take care of the remaining issues.

Oh he was going to sleep well tonight.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna has to wonder whether the leader of the Succubi can be counted amongst those likely to mistake the flying, magic lasso-weilding Amazon for her sister, and contemplates whether she should warn Diana that she may need to kill a succubus or three in the near future. She also briefly wonders what kind of advice the succubus will get if she tries doing some digging in whichever underworld she came from. Probably something along the lines 'You mean the Amazon who's Trigon's Daughter's girlfriend? Uh... I have a soul I need to see to, bye!'.

    Demons are big on hierarchies.

    Donna drops to the ground to check Jane's pulse and make sure she's not actually dying, then looks up to give a nod to Misc Guy #2. "I do know what's happening and where you are," she says. "You've been mind controlled and you are in some danger still. You're going to need to come with us for now to get checked out and have any danger of being mind controlled again removed safely. That goes for the rest of you."

    She flicks her T-Com over to direct channel back to base. "Caitlin, we're going to need transport at my location. Quickly. Bring the T-jet, we've got four to beam up."