[IN PROGRESS/OPEN]

[dancewithadevil]

WHO: Alucard/toothsomehound, Usopp/longnosedliar, Sam Vimes/stonyfaced, Jessica Sanders/DIVIDEDSANITY, Otacon/justlikeoneofmy, Lauren Reed/dancewithadevil, Ken/artiglio, Zoro/resolute_edge, AND - anyone else who would like to be trapped is welcome to join!
WHAT: BOOM.
WHERE: Guilty Pleasures.
WHEN: Evening.

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SECTOR 1; THE ELEVATOR

[stonyfaced]

Usually, Vimes avoided places like this. The restaurants he went to had severely overweight waitresses named things like 'Maude' where they filled your cup with the bottom of the pot before serving you burnt bacon drenched in grease, rubbery eggs and toast helpfully devoid of any fiber whatsoever. Unfortunately, Dean had given Vimes information that Guilty Pleasures was run by Vescovo, so dutifully, here Vimes was. Checking it out. Not in uniform, because that was like putting a 'Shoot Me' sign on his back, but he had his gun and his badge, and that was enough.

Sickeningly cheerful elevator music tinkled as he rode up to the club. There went the cheesy saxophone ensemble, and oh, some asshole of a sellout was beginning to croon, and...

BOOM.

...That didn't sound like elevator music. Heart racing, Vimes gripped onto the side of the trembling elevator, its cables screeching above them. A piercing scream from outside of the elevator alerted him to the fact that things were exploding. The elevator swayed.

Don't snap. Don'

[toothsomehound]

Alucard sighed deeply, looking up the stairs at the man that they had been saddled with. What a thickheaded idiot. That thought echoing in his skull, he lightly padded his way up the stairs. He had Integral on his back- he couldn't afford to fall. When he arrived at the top of the stairs, he gently pushed past Vimes, eyes picking out the swirl of smoke escaping out some kind of crack. Sure enough- he drew close and saw it was a door.

"Here," he reached forwards and tested the handle briefly. It was cool, which meant that there was no fire on the other side. A boon indeed. Pushing it opened with a forceful kick, he took a deep breath of fresh air. Ah, ah. Heaven. "Do try not to die now that we have managed to escape," Alucard tossed out, fixing their guest with a piercing stare. "And good night."

He stepped away at a brisk trot, following Integral's exhausted arm as she pointed the way.

[stonyfaced]

Vimes stared at Alucard's retreating back with a note of distaste. Definitely somebody he didn't like. Arrogant bastard. Then, tilting his face up to face the cool air of the outdoors, he found himself thinking that while the man was a bloody bastard, at least he had helped thoroughly in the preservation of Vimes' life, which was most definitely a good thing.

Staring at the remnants of the building and people milling about, he sighed and ran his hand through his now bloodied hair. He hated blood. It always took forever to wash out, and it stuck like nothing else. Walking quickly, he decided to first go home and write up a report (damn reports!) up on this to figure out exactly what had happened here and to sleep.

And maybe to see what he could find on this Alucard fellow. You never knew, and Vimes didn't trust many who would voluntarily step into an establishment named Guilty Pleasures. (It was nearly as bad as that one mixed drink he saw on a menu once called the Screaming Orgasm. Had people no subtlety?)