pretending to be her best friend

[harley_is_love]

After getting her hair dyed dark brown, along with contacts and clothing that resembled Sarah's wardrobe, Harley moved into her role as Sarah in her friends home in Dark City. By playing this role, it was hoped that Harley and Thorn, who was disguised as Daniel, might be able to lure Ume out into the open. And hopefully detain her

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[janitor_thorn]

Taking time off from his custodial job so soon after being hired worries Thorn far more than the attack of Ume. He busies himself about the house cleaning, helping to cook, and hiding away in his room. What he does there is not revealed to Harley, but it's quiet and demands paper and pencil. He is some form of company, but his contribution to the planning seems to have exhausted his courage for conversation, and he says little unless spoken to. His replies are brief and stammered, accompanied by an apologetic smile. His own skills in cooking are no rival for Sarah's, but he's fairly adept. He's also appreciative of all Harley's attempts at baking, although he's showing considerable restraint for fear of outgrowing the suits, which are purchased rather than being Schreber's own as it is. Nonetheless he is drawn by the smell of a relative success, and comes to hover in the kitchen doorway shyly.

[harley_is_love]

Although moments ago Harley was staring out the window, she seems to sense Thorn's presence. Call it an inherited trait based on her psychological disability, with the fact that she does not like to be alone Harley can sense when she is no longer alone in a room.

Turning, she gives Thorn a smile. "I have tea ready, if you would like to sit for a drink and cookies."

[janitor_thorn]

Biting his lip in a manner that's likely become familiar to her, he gives a slight nod and edges into the kitchen as if he's unsure if he's welcome. "Sh-sh-shouldn't 'ave m-much..." His ears redden slightly. Despite his worries over his weight, he looks surprisingly good in a suit, if somewhat uncomfortable. There are only two that fit him, and he's terribly conscious about getting them dirty or worn.

[harley_is_love]

"We will have only one then." Harley takes out two little plates and cups, then sets the table. She understands Thorn's desire not to eat too much right now and as for herself, Harley has just not been eating well at all. So one will just be just right.

[dr_schreber]

Schreber and John have been staying in Schreber's room at the labs, but he has pinpointed a case full of syringes and instructions. Harley and Thorn are to carry a syringe of sedative at all times, and Rat has a tranquilier gun that's been pinpointed to him. All the sedatives are specially tailored for Ume. Schreber checks in by pinpoint and email. A lot. Maybe enough to annoy Harley since Thorn doesn't answer email. At least nothing bad has happened yet.

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[harley_is_love]

Harley won't get annoyed. Schreber gets confirmation that the syringes were received. And occasionally, bad email jokes to his other frequent emails to assure him that she is okay.

[not_violentgirl]

Darkness starts to fall, slowly, and Ume watches the house. She sees Sarah in the window, and Schreber behind her. She knows who the weaker of the two is - she'll go after him second.

As soon as the sun sets, and it's the part of dusk where you can still see, but it gets harder every second, Ume slinks up to the house, a shark. Her eyes don't blink, and she has a knife in hand.

[harley_is_love]

Harley had been about to pick up her tea for another sip, when a strange sensation feel over her. It was like someone was watching her.

"Daniel," She disguised her voice to the best of her ability, which was actually good. Should give Thorn a heads-up something was afoot. "Would you like more tea?"

[janitor_thorn]

Thorn is not the best of actors, and tenses immediately at the subtle warning. His response is a slow nod, and for once he meets her eyes, his gaze intense and focused. "O-o-only if y-y-you're getting up anyway." His voice is a higher pitch than the doctor's, but he makes a good attempt to disguise his accent.

[call_me_rat]

Is that someone lurking around the back? The house on Shell Beach is poorly situated for sneaking up on, but that makes it all the harder for Rat to approach inconspicuously once he sees the flicker of movement in the yard. He makes his way along the street at a casual ambling pace, wearing a distantly thoughtful expression, but his hand is on the gun in his pocket.

[sarah_branigan]

Following the rules of narrative timing, Sarah arrives via PINpoint with Daniel. She has a tranq gun in one hand, and is holding a lightweight, plastic stretcher in the other. The stretcher has leather restraints attached to it.

Sarah's not messing around.

A quick assessment makes it clear that the fight is over and no one is badly hurt. "Is everyone all right?" she asks, looking from friend to friend. Thorn's curled up position on the floor is worrisome.

She looks over at Ume and frowns a little. "Is she completely sedated?"

[dr_schreber]

Schreber has been mostly in the labs, setting up restraints for Ume and waiting. It's lucky he was visiting Sarah but he's hoping John will get here fast because he has a better hope of dealing with Ume if she does wake up again. Him and Mel both.
He's not sure who to go to first but he starts to limp over towards Ume and then hesitates to listen for the answer to that question. Maybe he is smarter then Rat that way.

[janitor_thorn]

Although shivering and huddled on the floor, Thorn appears physically uninjured. He responds to Harley's comforting with a quiet sob and shuts his eyes, giving a nod. "'M Ok-k-kay. A-a-a-are... D-d-did s-she hurt ye?" His voice is barely above a whisper, but the effort is a good sign.

[call_me_rat]

Rat looks up and gives Sarah a grim, weak smile, squinting badly with one eye. He's bruising already. "Yeah, I think she is, now." He's moved to keep one knee on Ume's back, just in case, his belt and hand are around her wrists, and he's got the tranq gun out and pressed into the back of her shoulder. He looks a lot more like the efficient dealer-with-dangerous-persons than he did a minute ago, when she sent him sprawling on the floor.

((I'm not sure Bridgie will be posting from work today, so this thread may have to sit on pause...))