[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[jumpthegun]

Ggh! [And Rhys' thoughtful dabbing gets knocked away because that bloody well hurts.] Rhys, leave it. Please.

[He takes a moment to recover before replying.]

One of the sinners. Stein. He took out one of Kid's eye, too.

[But Kid is a sinner... and dead. So.]

[headjacked]

[ That name, more than anything else, gets him to stop bashing poor John in the face. It doesn't stop Dumpy from hovering close and trying to mimic the action, though blessedly, it's more of a nudgesnuggle. ]

Of course he's one of them. Hopefully -- hopefully WHEN he dies, it sticks this time.

[jumpthegun]

[With Rhys pulling away, John can turn his attention to pushing at Dumpy. Thank you, flying murder accomplice bot, but he's fine. Really, he's fine. His face is particularly fine.]

He's a sinner. Hopefully they'll all... [John pulls a bit of a face.] It still just doesn't... What is all this for, Rhys? The Prophet and Norfinbury, but what's it doing to get us closer to the exit? Are we meant to get out?

[headjacked]

[ See, Watson, he's been hyperfocusing on the Mission, trying to avoid confronting that big, scary question. While Dumpy resettles, snuggling against John's side, Rhys twists nervously at loose strands on his ducky robe. ]

Well.

M-maybe... we'll get a clue when it's over. When they're all gone.

[jumpthegun]

[John's been unable to join in the mission, which is its own frustration. It's given him a lot of time to think.]

Maybe. S'pose we'll see by morning. Can't be many of them left by now, right?

[That's both a comfort and horrifying.]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys doesn't answer. He's clearly still awake, but slumping against a wall now. Eye fluttering, limbs heavy, getting a bit dizzy.

He finally nods slightly. Anemia, man, it kinda sucks. ]

[jumpthegun]

[Okay, how much of that blood on you is yours, Rhys?]

Rhys? Hey. Rhys? Talk to me, mate.

[John gives him a little shove.]

[headjacked]

Whyyyyyy are we pushing?

[ Talking. Words. He shoves back, if you can call something that weak a shove, and smears shredded hand blood all over John's shirt. This is why you get when you use glass as your primary weapon. ]

[jumpthegun]

Because you're bleeding out. Where are you bleeding out? Just your hands? Rhys' you're fainting. I need to know where to stem the blood.

[headjacked]

Oh. Oh, I'm not, that's probably because Beckett's beennnfffghh.

[ He slaps said hand over his mouth, which is both gross and painful. ]

[jumpthegun]

Beckett's been what? [Because fainting plus blood plus Beckett has very few positive endings for that sentence. John's already in a state, but if that idiot has been doing what John told him not to do. What John's told Angel not to do...]

[headjacked]

Nothing. That's the... blood loss and head trauma talking, that's. All. And even if it was something, it's not going to be something anymore. But there's nothing and nothing matters so it's like, double nothing.

[ He's rambling as fast as can be, struggling to sit up a little. Struggling and failing. He's so tired, Dadtective. ]

[jumpthegun]

Rhys, this is important. Has Beckett been drinking your blood? How much? How is he taking it? Let me see your neck and wrists.

[headjacked]

It'd be important if he wasn't going to be dead by the morning!

[ Rhys shies away, pulling his arm in to protect it from prying eyes. His voice is breaking a little. ]

[jumpthegun]

He's one of the sinners, Rhys. It matters. He's... what if he's done something to you?

[headjacked]

...like what?

[jumpthegun]

I dunno! [Sinner's gonna sin.] Poisoned you, somehow?

[headjacked]

B-but he's been doing it to Angel too, and she's -- you know.

[jumpthegun]

Angel? [Please enjoy the small doctor shouting back at you, Rhys.] Bloody hell, Rhys! Is he nipping Vaughn, too?

[headjacked]

No, nonono, just us! [ SHRINKING BACK EVEN FURTHER wow getting yelled at in the face is actually kind of unpleasant, who knew? ]

It's -- it's really not bad, or a big deal. Except when Angel was dead, that... that sucked for a lot of reasons.

It's over, though.

[jumpthegun]

It had better stay over if he comes back to life. [That's the one downside here. Even if they murder all of the sinners tonight, the Admin might revive them tomorrow.]

[headjacked]

I wouldn't offer again, even if he does.

[ He says, sounding majorly unsure. His track record of standing firm against Terrible People has been... well, terrible. Peak evidence: the glowing blue eye threaded into the bracelet he's wearing. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John eyes Rhys.]

If he ever asks to drink your blood again, kill him. No. Kill him before he can ask. He'll deserve it.