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[quicktothepoint]

WHO: Tommy Shepherd | quicktothepoint, Billy Kaplan | cantyouhearmy AND Jaime Reyes | owwmyspine
WHERE: CASA DEL BLUE BEETLE. And then, who knows.
WHEN: IDK WHEN WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN THE WEEKEND BEFORE LAST??
WARNINGS: the scarab will update this part
SUMMARY: JAIME IS SADFACING ALL OVER THE PLACE. THE WANDAH TWINS ASSIST IN TURNING HIS FROWN UPSIDE DOWN.
FORMAT: any time any

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IN WHICH THE KIDNAPPING COMMENCES

[owwmyspine]

[plopped on the couch cross-legged, Jaime's got Rocket on his lap purring away like the fat, fuzzy blob of cat that she is. he's got a car magazine draped over the arm of the sofa he's idly flipping through, not really reading. bumsville, usa. population: jaime reyes]

[quicktothepoint]

[AND SUDDENly Tommy swoops in to stand in front of Jaime, hands crossed. The cat is probably used to him POPPING OUT OF NOWHERE, but if not... well. See you around Rocket-chyan. Billy will catch up in a second or two.]

'Sup?

[cantyouhearmy]

[ It definitely takes Billy a little longer to actually get there, but he manages eventually, coming up behind the couch and resting one hand on the back. ]

Hey, Jaime. You busy?

[owwmyspine]

[normal or not, Rocket still startles and digs her claws into whatever she's got underfoot--currently Jaime's lap.] Tss-! Okay, off! [he pushes Rocket off, though she doesn't need much coaxing. she's off to confiscate a sock drawer somewhere.

Jaime squints up at Tommy, then over at Billy.] Uh--Hey. No? What's going on?

[quicktothepoint]

We're not really sure yet. But, [gesturing with his hand, he drops on the couch to take a seat next to Jaime.]--what we do know is that it involves taking you of the hole on the couch you're starting to dig into.

[cantyouhearmy]

[ Billy leans more heavily into the couch, almost but not quite leaning over Jaime's shoulder. ]

By force if necessary. Friendly force. Force that comes from the heart. But, you know, force.

[owwmyspine]

[an 'uh-oh' feeling sketches a dubious look on Jaime's face, switching glances between the two. twin factor: always kind of weird when both are in your face.]

Is this one of those 'kicking and screaming', or else things? Dragged by the ankle while I claw the carpet? [grimace.] What's the or else?

[quicktothepoint]

Trust me--it's us. You don't wanna find out what else is.

Now off we go, Beetle Boy. Time to get your ass off the couch. [STANDS UP]

[cantyouhearmy]

[ Billy starts poking Jaime in the shoulder arrhythmically. ]

I'm pretty lame when it comes to threatening people, so you should listen to him and save us all from having to listen to me try.

[owwmyspine]

[a faint groan, rolling his eyes. SIGH.] I shouldn't be testing my luck between wizard-boy and the speedster wonder, huh. You gonna at least tell me where we're going so I can brace myself? [he says that while getting up sluggishly.]

[quicktothepoint]

Nope.

[and that's it.]

Take it away, bro.

[cantyouhearmy]

Right. [ Billy straightens up and tries to form a clear picture in his mind of where they're headed. Not that they couldn't just walk or fly, but why bother when you can teleport? Another triumph for teen laziness. ]

This would be the part where you should brace yourself.

[ Cue the blue light and a second later they're on a street downtown, an easy walking distance between a) a movie rental place and b) Chinatown. ]

[owwmyspine]

[oh, God. magic. magic + alien tech = no muy bueno.

Jaime lurched forward after the magical transport, an arm flailing out to palm a wall and keep him from keeling over.] Hurgh--[don'theavedon'theavedon'theavedon'theave--

no. okay.

moment over.

Jaime sucks in a breath and shakes his head clear of the post-magic dizzy vibe, squinting up to look for a street sign while Scarab did its handy dandy GPS report.]

...Chinatown? What're we doing over here?

[quicktothepoint]

[Tommy's about to throw out some other of his lame one liner things, but oh look Jaime is about to throw up.] --whoa, dude?

[oh okay the moment passed BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED... PERSONALITY]

Stuffing ourselves silly, that's what. Off we go, dude. [smacks a hand against his back!]