6926/Half of Six

Half of Six
Date of Scene:	14 July 2021
Location:	The Griffin
Synopsis:	Clean up after an incident, and a bit of a spat.
Cast of Characters:	Gabby Kinney, Satana Hellstrom, Thomas Blake

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Gabby Kinney has posed:
Shave and a hair cut. Two bits! That's the knock rhythym on the door before the key turns in the lock letting Gabby in. "I'm invading! Sorry, kind of had an emergency, I'm not trying to peep on anything." Because hey, she'd met Santana and Thomas was... well he was a guy. She can guess how the two might 'get along' sometimes so she's just covering her bases as she sneaks in. Just like before, she's got blood on her shirt, but this time it's not hers. And the amount. Someone either died or damn near died. Blood flecks along her hands and forearms, her shirt is written off, and the black leggings she wears are caked with a dark substance that blended in until you noticed.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, you can peep anytime you like," Satana says, entering from another room, wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and a brassiere she very obviously only just put on, given that she's still adjusting the straps for fit and comfort. She's apparently learning about guests and wearing clothes.

"You look mighty bloody today. Is it yours? Shall I get one of the imps to cook you something?"

Satana's black eyes scan Gabby, looking for signs of wounding (in the form of tears coinciding with bloodstains).

"Oh, I guess that's mostly someone else's. Did you leave whoever it was alive to suffer? I do hope so. And then I do also hope you share where he is so I can suck his soul down. I mean, sure, it's a bit hip-spreading with the amount I'm eating lately, but ... wicked souls are SO tasty!"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake had nipped out to get some provisions. He was becoming positively domesticated. There was a slight delay as the convenience mart was being robbed. A short scuffle later left the store minus a plate glass window and made it home. Sirens were howling in the distance. "Hey Muriel. Hey John."

He enters the door and freezes when he realizes it is unlocked. The sent of dried blood causes his nostrils to twitch. The food bag is set down. The knives come out and if anyone is troubling Satana, well they will be dealing with a very different sort of demo...

"Gabby! Hey."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney glances over at Satana getting dressed with a little nod. The fact she was in such skimpy clothing? Well she doesn't really register any unease at least. When you grow up in very close quarters with nine other sisters, nudity is just... It's something that happens. A smile is offered toward her along with a little helpless shrug. "Not mine this time, and sorry, no. I was trying to save not kill. Apparently it was some kind of..." Her hand lifts to start reaching for her hair only to hesitate. She is not going to put that into her hair, she was already a mess. "Some family issues I guess? I'll try to get the story out of dad later. I bailed before the cops showed up but he was doing okay at that point." Hearing the door open again she turns toward Thomas to grin at him in greeting. "Hey. Sorry, I couldn't really go home looking like this. There's only so much they overlook in the subway."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Strange," Satana blurts out, before Thomas' arrival registers. "I don't have any problems feeding in subways."

Says the demon.

With mind control powers.

And technomagic.

And teleportation.

Totally comparable situation, that is.

"I just dress sleazy, go in at night, wait for scum to try to accost me, and ..."

Thomas arrives and gets noticed.

"Thomas! You're back!" He is. Why is she acting so happy to see him? "Gabby's here. We're having a nice chat."

Suspicion should start rising in three... two... one...

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake yes. She has been bedeviling him lately. Right now he ignores the she-nanigans to come to look over Gabby. "I'd ask to see the other guy but... I doubt it's worth the trouble to dig him up. I'll make us some dinner. Satana would you give Gabby a hand getting presentable to honest citizens? Find her something to wear. We actually have facilities in the basement to clean you up. And no more demon squatters... except my broke assed girlfriend." There. Tease her and it will come while you're ready for it.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney crinkles her nose a little bit in response to Satana's confusion. "Travel not eat. Honestly if any guys are coming at me like they come at you, they deserve losing a few kneecaps. Pedos," she mutters with a shake of her head. "I mean unless they're my age I guess." She'd have to consider that one. As she starts to, her head shakes quickly. "Yeah, my dad kind of went ape on someone," she explains glancing down to her hands. "Shower would be great. And a shirt that isn't like... y'know. THIS. And I'm never gonna be upset over food." With a grin she looks to Satana again given Thomas' suggestion.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Thomas has gone and done it now. Satana's eyes flare as she glares at him quickly. Then, with a few hand gestures she's gone.

Time passes.

The clock ticks.

About fifteen times.

And in a swirl of flame and brimstone she's back, carrying with her that cinnamon smell of hers, overpowering even the sulphurous essence of her magic. In her fists are bunched an alarming number of bags of money.

"Here!" she snaps, throwing the bags bodily at him without regard for small things like 'not hitting' or 'not breaking bones' or the like. "If you love money so much, go sleep with it!"

Somewhere a bank is sending out its silent alarm mournfully calling for help that will accomplish nothing. Yet.

Then, like a light switch, in the time it takes her head to turn from Thomas to Gabby, she's back to being friendly and gracious. "I'm sure we'll find something for you. I've got lots of clothes! We'll just have to get a bit creative."

Gabby may have to like the streetwalker look, at least long enough to get back home, but that aside, clothing won't be a problem as Satana herds the girl into the bedroom to look over the walk-in.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake never got his ribs bashed in by a gold bar. Until tonight. Hurts. The money... probably in bundles and sequential, will have to be fenced. If he's lucky they'll get a quarter their value. The cash drawers were what you went for. He peeks into the bag...

<Pfaf!>

Thomas enters the living room, blue dye spread over his face and shirt.

Motherfu...

He goes into the basement to remove the dye. He hates the way the detergent smells.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney watches the interaction with a bit of befuddlement. "Mmkay you do kinda deserve that," she has to admit with a knowing nod toward Thomas. Then grinning toward Satana again. "Lead the way!" Following after, and hoping for the best, she spares Thomas a little shake of her head along with a light cluck of her tongue. Silly man. "Are guys always so... Silly?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Yes, they are," Satana says, voice so sweet it could rot teeth were it not also so artificial it would give aspartame a run for its money in falseness. "But don't you worry about that. As you get older you'll learn to use that against them. I mean the people I feed on should really know better ... but they get a flash of a thong from under a too-high hemline and their big brains shut off in favour of their littler one.

The smile widens.

"And then they go to Hell."

"Now you're pretty short," she says, changing the subject like she hadn't casually talked about murder and damnation. "So some of my microdresses will probably be knee-length on you. Just ..." She looks pointedly at Gabby's chest and frowns. "There's going to be a bit of bagginess. So maybe we should just go with a babydoll tee and you can wear it like a microdress, belting it in?"

She continues blathering as she takes out one article of clothing after another, finding things that might do in an emergency trip home. "Oh, and of course, don't use Thomas' gross two dollars per gallon shampoo. I've got nice stuff stashed away. You'll use that."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney glances down at herself with a little sigh at the remark. It's not so much about her chest as her height. "Yeah, genetics are gonna keep me down." A bad joke but one that was true none the less. She considers the options, weighting them thoughtfully, before nodding. "That would work. I usually wear oversize shirts anyway so it won't be much different." There's a pause, and she adds, "I do know I'll have a pretty great butt when I'm older. My sisters did and we're clones so I got that going for me at least!" It was a small bit of pride knowing there was something about her she'd find suitably attractive at least.

Mention of the shampoo earns another quick nod from her. "That'll be good, thanks! I don't want to smell like him anyway. I mean. Not that he smells bad. But." Here she shrugs. "Guy and all. It's either all woodsy smelling stuff or like they dunked themselves in a tub of musk."