It's Time

[ivy_lady]

She took the scraping of Dr. Mid-nite's skin. They would do, but she would make it a point to get more samples later. She'd already gone to the bathroom and gathered the tooth and hair brushes hoping for something useful there

Comments

[jessequick]

Jesse didn't want to see. She didn't want to know. This hurt more than she wants anyone to know, including Wally.

She tries to submerge herself in thoughts of accounting and quarterly reports.

[ivy_lady]

Ivy would make her rub her nose in it, but oddly has little desire too, and kicks herself for the lack of desire. this was business, after all. Focus should be on the task at hand. Enjoying one's self was secondary to the work after all.

She couldn't help peaking out the window as the time grew more near and cursed herself for it.

[jessequick]

It's not working.

Fishnets.

"Please," she whispers, "just be good to him."

[ivy_lady]

That makes her pause. she can't hide the shock either. She recovers though.

"What? No showtunes? No death threats?"

[fleet_feet]

It's been a weird day for Wally West. Something's felt off - an odd sort of off-kilter vibe. Like something hasn't really sat right somewhere deep in his chest. He's writing it off as heartburn from the twelve sloppy joes he ate earlier at Big Ralphie's Meaty Sauce Shack.

He's been out and about, between cars at work and thugs in Hoboken, Belize and Nova Scotia.

Now, he's just remembered he's due at the Brownstone for a date. A date where ya gotta look nice.

And that feeling's growing in his gut. He does hate to dress up. Maybe that's it.

[ivy_lady]

Ivy closes down Jesse as much as she can with a new sense of purpose in these regards. The meat has arrived.

She does a quick check of everything. She wonders if a quick seduction would be better or if she should have Jesse hold her breath. How much of the males should she collect from before leaving this assingment.

Ah, doorbell. Time to slowly come down the stairs in the skirt and fishnets slowly...like out of the movie fantasies of dirty old men in Hollywood.

[fleet_feet]

He might've been right. He has to tie and re-tie his tie a few times before he's comfortable with it. He's going to a place where he'll have to remember the order of forks to use. That always puts him off his game.

But then... whoa.

"J-Juh..." he starts to say, but then loses the word. His Adam's apple bobs a bit as he takes her in.

He can't find any words. His eyes just follow her.

Yeah, he's gonna feel off-kilter all night. She loves to keep him that way.

[jessequick]

A small part of Jesse's heart dies.

[jla_extras]

They're a little too busy to notice the cast iron grillwork on the windows is rattling as if in a hard wind. However, the winds are light tonight...

[ivy_lady]

She breaks it off. "What the -"

[jla_extras]

The metal practically screams as it snaps free from its anchoring. It then is hurled towards the window, smashing it in.

"You get your filthy hands off him, you harlot!"

Magenta rides another piece of iron fencing like a surfboard, arms folded, and glowering at the both of them.

"And YOU, Wallace Rudolph West, have no business with her. I guess I'm going to have to save you from yourself - again."

[jessequick]

Jesse has crawled back into herself, trying not to experience what Ivy is experiencing and trying not to see what Wally is doing, when the explosion occurs.

Magenta.