001: [holo] Oh, boy, the fun hasn't even started yet.

[survivor_first]

He’d been slamming his foot on the gas, as if he could just speed on past all of it.  Sookie cast him a little worried glance now and then, but he kept his eyes nailed to the road ahead of them.  There wasn’t time for commiserating, no time for discussing how he’d completely fallen apart back there, no time for realizing how much Eric messed with

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[holo]

[ohnotespecially]

By this point in time, after the arrivals of Tara (ridiculously welcome) and Pam (ridiculously less so), Sookie is getting used to people showing up and talking about stuff that hasn't happened yet, as far as she's concerned. Thus, she is quite capable of ignoring the 'mind games' issue for the moment, because seriously, there's only so much she can address in one go.

Hoping to draw his attention over to the tablet, she calls, loudly. "Lafayette! It's me, Sookie!"

[holo]

[survivor_first]

There's a voice that immediately soothes his nerves. He thinks it's coming from the floor at first, and gapes down at it. "Sook? Sookie! Where...what the hell is goin' on? I knew that bitch wa'nt gonna let us stroll up in that house."

He turns around to face the Tablet, and Sookie's hologram...

...scares the shit out of him, actually. He jumps up in surprise, almost afraid to approach it.

[holo]

[ohnotespecially]

Poor Lafayette- she doesn't need to be able to read his mind to see that he's completely shook up for some reason she isn't aware of. She answers with a deep frown of concern, already pulling her shoes on to come meet him.

"I don't know what bitch or house you're talkin' about, but it's me, and you're... sorta safe, so don't panic, okay? This thing can't hurt you."

[holo]

[survivor_first]

He just looks at her, at first, and then nods. Not panicking is easier said than done at this point, but he tries to take some steady breaths. It's Sookie, after all.

"Sook, am I crazy or was you not next to me when my ass got here?" The last thing he needs is Sookie with any kind of amnesia. Not after all the shit that's going down back home.

[visual]

[likedthosepumps]

Oh, now here's a familiar face. Suddenly that much more aware she's wearing the same clothes she was in while informing Lafayette of his re-entry into the V business, Pam flashes fang for a moment, grinning widely. Then she sets her tablet to visual.

"Lafayette. I hope that something was business?"

[visual]

[survivor_first]

Annnd...there's a voice that has the exact opposite effect as Sookie's. A voice that instantaneously makes him tense up and spasm seemingly at the same time. He looks to the left, to the right, and sees nothing. Cautiously, dreadfully, he approaches the Tablet.

Yes, Lafayette. There's one of your favorite vampires, grinning up at you.

"T-this some new kinda torture?" He asks, his voice shaking. Clearly he'd been wrong. Eric and Pam had taken him again--for some reason. They just upped the quality of the facilities.

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[likedthosepumps]

The fear in his face, in his voice, in his body, makes Pam grin wider. No fangs, yet, but oh, her day just got that much better.

She's happy to see you, Lafayette. Really, she is.

"Have you done something we should be torturing you for?" Pam traces her fingers idly over a the back of the chair she's sitting in. "I thought I made your job clear."

She doesn't know anything, but fucking with Lafayette is apparently on the schedule tonight.

[visual]

[survivor_first]

And Lafayette's state of mind is in no condition to make heads or tales out of whatever the hell's going on. He's practically shrinking away from the Tablet, even though she's just on a screen, Lafayette, she can't hurt you. Yet.

"What...What kinda mind games is this? I did the...Why am I here?"

And oh, God, stop grinning like that.

[Voice]

[criesonbirthday]

You sure know how to make an entrance, cuz.

[At the first sight of her cousin, Tara was up off the couch in her room in the Sanctuary, having not found her programmed possession just yet, on her way to where Lafayette was.]

[Voice]

[survivor_first]

[He'd recognize that voice anywhere, and at first he's relieved. But answers in a lovely tone mixed with slightly relieved and 'oh helllll no.' They didn't leave off on the greatest note (for him), to say the least.]

Better than your fuckin' exit, bitch. Drove yo'self all the way into this goddamn prison too? You know I love sayin' I told you so.

[Voice]

[criesonbirthday]

Excuse me? I didn't drive myself nowhere. I don't know what the fuck you're smoking.

[Oh, the confusion. It will make for hilariously sad times.]

[Voice]

[survivor_first]

[He lets out a short, humorless laugh]

Those black eyes got you worse than we thought. You's a stupid, stupid girl, Tara Mae. Now look where we at.

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[tothelibrary]

Because Dawn is a huge troll and needs to hit up all the new arrivals:

"Are you okay? Also, no mind games. Just alien abduction!" Wow, Dawn. Way to be reassuring, really. A-plus job. "Welcome to Taxon."

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[survivor_first]

Seeing a face he doesn't recognize is more reassuring. He knows all the folks in Bon Temp, and this one doesn't necessarily look crazy. If other people are here, maybe it's not Maryann behind this, after all.

Of course, all this reassurance is pretty much debunked by Dawn's mention of aliens. "Aliens? You done lost your mind?"

[visual]

[tothelibrary]

"I know, it's kind of... hugely out-there. But it's the closest working theory we can figure out. I heard robots, too, but that's just lame. I mean, which is scarier? Transformers or the chest-poppy alien thing? Cameron wins over Bay, every single time." Oh, wow. That was not comforting at all. She rushes to reassure him, "Not that we have any chest-poppy aliens. It's just an example."

Not helping her case here, is she?

"I'm Dawn. Like I said, welcome to Taxon."

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[survivor_first]

"Lafayette," he replies, cautiously. He's pretty sure he got from her crazy ass white girl ramble that no one knows what the hell they're doing there.

"Nobody ever think of vampires?"