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[yessirmrjohnson]

Where: The Lucky 38
When: After the Halloween party
Who: Angel!Caroline, HandsomeDevil!Cave, and Mordecai Heller
What: Getting to sleep after the party might be harder than recently thought. Mordecai's costume finally takes effect.
Warnings: Possible violence, pervertness and other pushing the pg-13 fun.

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[iowntheplace]

As always, the gravity of the situation hadn't quite hit Cave yet. He was enjoying his circumstances far too much to cut his night short.

"What? Caroline the night is young. Come aaaaaaaan. Let's go mess with that chain smoker that ran out of the party like a lunatic."

[unbelled]

Well, at least someone there was still normal. Well... normal considering the past few days. Mordecai was curled up on the bed, a small, now dressed little ball of sleeping fuzz.

... Lightly sleeping. One eye cracked open in faint annoyance as the two of them entered the room, discontentedly watching from his position as the two... altered versions came into the room.

What... the hell... even... If he hadn't of been turned into a feral animal, he might have been more surprised but at this point? At this point, he didn't much care anymore. There was just a long, annoyed sigh from the little animal as he looked on, opening both eyes to watch them.

[yessirmrjohnson]

"It might be better if you don't, Sir." Caroline gathers a pair of scissors as well and stares at her nightgown before cutting two large slits in the back. "He's had a pretty bad night. And, I'm sure we won't be like this forever. It won't be a good idea to make enemies with him."

That said, she excuses herself to the bathroom and changes, returning in her nightgown and robe, her wings fidgeting back into their folded position.

[iowntheplace]

Cave crudely attempts to peek through the door's keyhole, licking his lips with a forked tongue.

"Well we have to do SOMETHING. Like you said, we probably won't be like this forever. I--eh, we have to do something with it while we can."

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[tvsonwheels]

When Caroline entered the Lucky 38, she would find the lobby swarming with Securitrons positioned in front of the elevator. As the alarm went off, the casino was sprayed with the fire suppression system that had been integrated into the building after it's modification. The renovated carpet was damp, and the centuries of dust and dirt spilled off the robots onto the floor.

The machines themselves had been built for traversing on flat terrain, making the human-centered staircases inaccessible - one of the unfortunate flaws that hadn't quite been worked out in the few years preceding the War. As soon as the fire alarm bells had quieted, a few minutes passed before the doors had parted to allow them inside. Only about three could fit at a time, although perhaps a human could fit in between them.

[yessirmrjohnson]

Caroline pulled out her communicator, now drenched thanks to the sprinklers, and called for House specifically. Cave wouldn't have staid in the room with it on fire, he had to have gotten out. House would know where he was.

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[tvsonwheels]

The robots rushed inside the elevator, one of them retracting the claws of their right 'hand' and twisting the outer bearing with a loud click, allowing the drained battery of it's gatling laser to hit the ground and be replaced with a fresh power source. They seemed prepared to go into some sort of skirmish - was it overkill? Probably. But the response would hopefully dissuade Cave from trying anything else at the threat of being vaporized into an ashpile.

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[desertsnowglobe]

The small monitor bore the same calm face, hiding an absolutely furious demeanor that must have been on the other side. The voice was steely and cold - much like the water that had soaked the entirety of the hotel's interior.

"What is it you want, Caroline? I'm currently dealing with the conflagration your companion decided to decorate my suites with.

The voice was not amused by his antics, not at all.