[party post of horrible]

[grenadeforya]

[OOC: the death of Rachel and Robin. Again, anyone is welcome into the actual party building. Currently, pre-explosion posting into the party can happen. :) Instead of worrying about the smalltalk beforehand? Might be easier to coordinate. It's only the conference room in a separate building that no one should be in unless they want to die with R

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Party Time [pre bomb stuff]

[smithnjones]

[OOC: Comment off of this thread for pre-party shenanigans. :)]

The building where the party is set up at has tables filled with food on it of all kinds. There are punch bowls for those who would like refreshment. Decorations are hanging around on the walls that celebrate Spring.

There's a wide variety of good music playing through the stereo. It ranges from new music to the oldies to rock 'n roll to hip hop. There is something for everyone to enjoy on the dance floor or as they talk to the wallflower next to them.

They decided to not hold the party in the Tower this time to make it more accessible to a wider range of people who wouldn't have to feel like they had to enter the creepy tower to be a part of supernatural community events. There is the usual security posted around the building as well. A large number of the wanderers, angels, and demons in attending likely have weapons, but the security from the Tower should be the largest force there in case anything gets out of hand.

[tempered_scars]

Wes? Not the party kind of guy. But he's used to following Martha around like a tall shadow for these kinds of events. Some people mistake the guardian for a bodyguard (you can insert a Kevin Costner joke here.)

There's going to be a lot of food though, so he can't complain.

He may have already been sneaking in some sandwiches into his hand, and he might be chewing on something suspiciously while he's walking over to her, his free hand smoothing down the somewhat fancy shirt he's wearing. Hey, if he's guardian to the leader of the Wanderer community, he might as well look nice every now and then.

"Anything else I can do?"

[smithnjones]

Martha is the party kind of girl. Generally speaking. She has had a really good last few months so she's certainly in the mood for a party today, and she's at one of the food tables putting up the finishing touches.

She glances up at Wes at the question and smiles. He does clean up rather nicely when he needs to.

"Don't think so. Seems like everything's set nicely," she says with a smile, whether he comes because he's her guardian or not, she's still grateful for his presence as always. "Well, there's the cake. Have you ever cut cake before? Little squares that you set on the plates for people to come and... eat. It's simple enough but it needs doing if you'd like to assist me."

[tempered_scars]

"... I have cut cake before, but it was a long, long time ago," he says, frowning as he tries thinking that far back. Your guardian is an old, old man, Martha. "It's probably like riding a bike, yeah?"

And he'd like to assist her. He'd do that whether he was her guardian or not, has done so whether she's his guardian or not, and it's nice to see her so relaxed.

"Looks like a lot of people turned up."

The Confrontation [Locked]

[despite_myrage]

Robin Rice has several bags in his hands. He and Rachel are headed over to the conference building early to set it all up. Robin wants to make at least five pots of coffee before everyone else arrives. They could have gone to the party, but then he'd have to ask that there was no alcohol present and he's too old for parties

Re: The Confrontation [Locked]

[wearsnomask]

Rachel would not say they are too old for parties.

No, not even Robin. But she does not take breaks from work often, being the workaholic that she is, and lately they've been buried in the paperwork more so than usual. She feels like she hits a stride with her fight against Wanderer hatred and as always, there are ten steps backwards.

It never deters her, not for good. And while they both know how to slow the other down, remind each other eating and sleeping and taking breaks is often a good thing, once they've hit their stride it is impossible to get them to quit. Rachel has always loved that he shares that with her, as it makes them a resourceful and powerful duo in that sense.

Rachel is also carrying several bags in his hands, though less than he, because he truly is a gentleman. She steps into the building after he has opened the door for her and catches on to his intent rather quickly. Nothing escapes her when it comes to him. Comes from years of knowing him. "Not very long, Robin," she says with a look of her own. It's the

[despite_myrage]

Robin wouldn't say that Rachel is too old for parties. After all, she's still quite young especially in comparison to him, but he has been more apt to admit how old he is lately than he would have at one point. It used to be something he was adamant against, but he can admit to it and it doesn't bother him.

She reminds him why life is worth living, why he's blessed to have been old enough to meet her and to spend time with her. The fight is a difficult one, but they're still fighting it because it's the right thing to do, because someone has to keep fighting and keep having hope.

Robin would never let her carry more bags than him. He is an angel and thus, he is stronger and again, he is a gentleman. He is equal parts gentleman and hobag. The look that she sends him makes him smile that charming smile of his. "I don't need that long."

He moves forward to open up the door of the conference room for her as well. "I was thinking of something that we could do together, nothing that wouldn't be rated PG-13, of course. We are

[wearsnomask]

That's why she married you, Robin. You'll always be way, way older than her! No, that is not true. She married you because she fell very much in love with you. It's been a journey, living in Chicago, and it's taught her more about herself and the world around her than she ever thought possible.

It's taught her why the fight is always a good fight, even when it doesn't seem that way. It's reminded her she's right that it's darkest before dawn.

"That is never true, Robin Rice," she says, with a vehement shake of her head; her lips are quirked in a rueful and amused smile. She leans up to place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You say you don't need that long, and then it's hours before you're ever done. Not that this is necessarily a complaint, mind you. Consider it a weighted observation I've made throughout the time I've known you

The Bomb [reactions to the situation here]

[grenadeforya]

In the middle of the party, a wide screen TV turns itself on. The music stops abruptly. A similar TV turns itself on in a conference room across the street though there are only two people there to view it.

On the screen, there's a man in a dark room. A light shines down on him but most of his face is in shadow. He is a wanderer. He has been in Chicago for a year, and he sits up in the chair.

"I am not a demon. I am not CLF," he says, and his voice is low and dangerous, shaking with the strength of what he says and what he believes. "I fell through a Rift like many of you. I fell through the Rift on to Chicago. I was a good person. I was a doctor before I fell through. I had a family. I had a practice of my own that I was setting up. I fell through, and I found hope but the hope was false. All these people that tell you that you can live in this place, they're lying to you. I believed them. I believed them and I wasted a year building a new life here in this poisonous city, and I watched--" His voice is strangled with the sound of

:<

[starryeyed_cass]

At the sudden end to the music, Cassie’s voice joins in on the murmurs in the crowd. She was with Spencer, searching for Daniel. She’d even been asking a few people on the way, just incase. She pushes her way through the crowds with confusion and notices the screen burst into life. Stopping, she looks up and there’s a pang of worry. The CLF. It’s naturally her first thought after the last video broadcast they did last summer. Is the man on the screen another Wanderer due to be part of another live execution?

But then, as she listens - she can’t seem to breathe. So many of the words make sense to her, sometimes they’ve been her own thoughts: of how Chicago can be a painful, horrible place. People offer her words of advice and encouragement and she tries so hard to be strong and to keep living. But it’s been the thoughts of her darker hours; in the thick of night when she can’t sleep, when she hurts. It’s been something she worries about... will the city turn her into a monster? Someone she never wants or is supposed to be

[physics_magic]

Spencer tenses when he hears the TV and his eyes go wide as the Wanderer makes his speech. His stomach twists and turns and he feels dizzy and nauseated because yes,, yes, he's right and how could he make a rebuttal against it.

But this? Cornering them all and forcing them to die? That's not the answer. More death is never the answer. It can't be.

His hands are shaking and he looks around, looks for the exists even though he can't actually use them. He takes in deep shaking breath and then remembers.

Cassie.He pushes through the crowd searching for her, finally spotting her in the midst of the chaos. One hand reaches out, clamping against her shoulder as he shoves his way through the crowd to get to her

[starryeyed_cass]

She doesn't turn to look at him straight away. Her own head's too busy screaming and she can feel the nausea rising in her stomach. Robin and Rachel have to choose. No.. that's.. that's not fair. She doesn't want him to die. He's happy, everything is going so well for him. He's just gotten married.

She doesn't want to die. She doesn't want any of her friends to, either. She... she doesn't know what to do. She doesn't want to anyone to die. It can't be the end. It just can't.

Cassie takes in a breath, forcing air into her lungs. She finally looks at Spencer, her mouth open in shock. She doesn't know what to say either. She just stands there staring at him until she manages to find the words her mind's still screaming.

"I don't want to die," she squeaks, "Not yet, I... There's... I'm not ready yet,"