I2: Not a Drop to Drink

by **Narrator** » Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:14 pm

That afternoon, as people returned to the dorms, everyone was finding that the faucets and showers didn't work. In fact, none of the plumbing seemed to give a single drop.

by **Molly McFly** » Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:22 pm

"What the hell IS it with this place!"

Molly was in one of THOSE shouting modes, as she futzed with one of the showers.

by **Shane Marsh** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 12:09 am

Shane's voice came from the hall.

"Girl's showers out too?" he asked.

by **Emilie** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 1:13 am

Emilie was just getting undressed to shower when she heard her room-mate storming. She'd pulled her XU polo over her head, excited to get the smell of crap off her from *still* working over time to help sort out the kitchen again, and was wearing her dockers and her 'flesh' coloured push up bra, guaranteed to make them appear a size and a half larger!

She'd pretty much learned to ignore Molly's angry rants by now, but when Shane called into the showers to see if the water was out, it perked up her interest.

Hoisting her belt of junk over her shoulder and dragging the ballbat she'd been keeping with her along the ground (because she was basically expecting these fuckers to come out of nowhere at this point thanks to all the randomness at their arrivals and what Victor had told her), Emilie came up beside Molly and twisted a knob with her left hand, to also be greeted with nothing.

"Yea dude, they're out in here too. Probably those fuckin' leprechauns again man..."

by **Shane Marsh** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 1:29 am

"Better leprechauns than the bloody Ent, or whatever the fuck it was, in the Danger Room."

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 3:04 am

That's the moment when the shower head Emilie is under starts blasting out water with surprising force, ice cold.

by **Emilie** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 3:18 am

Emilie shrieked in surprise, being forced backward by the water and looking rather like a wet cat once outside of the shower head range.

That was when Emilie decided to 'one up' Molly's anger level. Encasing the ball bat in her hand with her forcefield to reinforce it, she swung at the tiled bathroom wall with the bat in an attempt to smash the wall and see if someone was inside tampering with the flow of water.

"GET OUT HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT I'MMA BOUT'TA BUST UP YOUR GINGER FUCKING HEAD FOR WHAT YOU DID TO VIC."

She was anger-assuming on that ginger thing.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 5:27 pm

Emilie does indeed manage to crack open the tiles...

...and release a torrent of icy-cold water aimed at her.

by **Emilie** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:14 pm

Expecting a retaliation this time, her forcefield acted reflexively to reshape itself from reinforcing the ballbat to a half sphere in front of herself, diverting the water in to every direction around her. Including Molly's. Whoops.

"Son of a bitch!" She exclaimed in exasperation. " Cowardly turd!"

by **Molly McFly** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 7:33 pm

"What the HELL!" Molly shouted, shrinking about a foot in response. "You're doing a brilliant job here, Emilie. Let's smash open ALL the pipes."

by **Shane Marsh** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:05 pm

"What the bloody hell is going on in there?!"

by **Emilie** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:21 pm

Emilie actively ignored her room mate not because she had felt she had done anything wrong, but because the girl complained and shouted so often that Emilie had come to assume that she thrived on attention. Better to starve her out.

"I tried to create an opening to get at the thing I thought was inside the wall. It may or may not be in here cuz I can't see through the water that's shooting out of the hole now." She responded to Shane's query. "Got any other ideas? Most of mine involve smashing."

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:27 pm

With Molly sufficiently distracted, a tendril of water comes out of the shower head behind her, lashing out to try to trip her.

by **Molly McFly** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:08 pm

And it worked!

"GAH!" she said, falling to the floor with a loud "ker-flumph".

by **Emilie** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:05 pm

Emilie looked down at her prone room mate and did not help her up. She did however lend her the courtesy of expanding her field a bit to prevent another accident. She wasn't 100% sure what caused the slip having not seen the attack, but she was sure of one thing.

"Hey, that weren't me." She commented, seemingly in good spirits with Molly herself even if she did want the tiny magic man to suffer.

by **Narrator** » Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:36 pm

One of the toilet stalls slams open near Shane, two tendrils of water whipping out from the porcelain bowl and aiming to wrap around him.

by **Shane Marsh** » Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:01 am

"The fuck!" Shane exclaimed as he found himself being pulled into the girls' bathroom.

He looked at the source of the attack. "Well that's just all kinds of wrong."

Grimacing from the pain, he grew out a lengthened and sharpened thorn from his right wrist and slashed at the toilet snakes.

by **Vivienne Chinnoir** » Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:24 am

Vivienne came running down the hall. She had dropped all human pretense, her goal was to be bait, not to blend in anymore.

"Come out of there you abomination! Face the heir of one who chose to banish you and your twisted kind." She pulled at the water tendrils hard, attempting to pull them off Shane.

by **Emilie** » Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:33 am

Son of a bitch! Why do I always have to be the adult?!

Because you are an adult. Replied her self defeating inner monologue.

Goddamnit!

"Up!" She demanded of Molly, quickly dropping her shirt to the ground for traction then offering her hand. Whether Molly took it or not, she began to run ahead of the girl. " I got an idea that doesn't involve smashing!"

by **Narrator** » Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:55 am

"Our twisted kind?" The voice echoes in the bathroom with no apparent source.

The tendrils wrapped around Shane recoil from his attempts to cut them, but ultimately collapse back into mundane water when Viv slices them.

"Yer mam's one of our 'twisted kind' and no loving the pink ones will ever change that!"

by **Shane Marsh** » Fri Sep 18, 2015 2:01 am

"Words words words, all I hear is you're a dick," Shane said, "Show your face or shut it."

by **Emilie** » Fri Sep 18, 2015 2:14 am

Passing Vivienne and Shane, she saw what the female did. Emilie stopped short of Vivienne, bobbing left and right in something akin to a boxer's stance.

"Yo waterbender, I'm bringin' th' drought, we good with that or what?"

by **Molly McFly** » Fri Sep 18, 2015 2:55 am

"Whatever you're going to do, do it fast!"

by **Emilie** » Fri Sep 18, 2015 3:08 am

Feeling she had given Vivienne fair warning about what she was about to do (In truth she had no idea what Viv's powers were but if they were hydrokinetic in nature, she was about to take away everyone's ammunition in this battle and she felt it only right to give her the head's up) Emilie took Molly's prompting and skittered off.

Where the fuck is it?! Her eyes were scanning the halls immediately AROUND the showers for a door. Specifically, an access door to a specialized room where a maintenance man or other individual would have access to the pipes. In her mind, if she could shut off the lines to the showers (which a credible, properly plumbed building should have access to a shut off valve at all times) that would take away one of it's weapons. Thusly, it may force whatever was talking to Vivienne to come out into the open.

by **Vivienne Chinnoir** » Fri Sep 18, 2015 8:35 am

"My mother tried to save you, save us all. In the end what was done was done. Even if she had succeeded, the change could not have been undone."

Vivienne's plan was to keep it talking, draw it out.

"If you were once fey, once one of hers then remember. You were more then like kind to her, you were called sister for a reason. All waters were once one. Remember and return, revenge and war on the humans was never an option then, it is less of one now. There are too many now. Many blessed with gifts that so closely resemble magic."

by **Narrator** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 12:57 am

Emilie eventually does find an access panel and is able to open it without much trouble. What she finds inside is a cartoonish mockery of proper plumbing, giving all the appearance of the plumbing having been tied in sailor knots.

"Is that what she told you? She fell in love with one of the fool things. That's all."

by **Emilie** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:32 am

"Oookkkaaay. Maybe this does involve smashing."

She analyzed the mess for a moment. Is something inside of it?.... Only one way to find....she pressed her hands against the edges of the access panel and then tucked her left leg under her. She reinforced her right leg and kicked the mess as hard as she could.

by **Vivienne Chinnoir** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 2:31 am

"Oh no, not all. She told me she tricked him, trapped him because she sought the power of human magic. His freedom in exchange for his knowledge. That was the deal."

Vivienne continued to speak as she moved down the hall.

by **Narrator** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:42 am

"Comforting lies she told you then. We wonder if she told herself them when she bedded him."

What Emilie is looking at doesn't make sense. The more she tries to puzzle it out, the more it just seems like it can't actually be what it looks like. Like it shouldn't actually exist.

Her power-enhanced kick does have the intended effect of diverting the water away from the fixtures in the bathroom...

...in an icy torrent out into the hallway.

"The pink ones aren't afraid anymore. They've forgotten respect, and you want us to coddle them because their blood flows in your veins."

by **Molly McFly** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:51 am

"God damn it!" Molly swore, as she was soaked. AGAIN.

by **Emilie** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:22 pm

Shields up again for both Molly and she as she continued to stare and the illogical mess. Clearly by the fact whatever it was that was talking to Vivienne up the hall was still flapping it's monologue fueled gob, there was nothing here in this tiny little space but what was seen in front of her.

There's nothing here... She thought, letting that sink in for a moment. Is it real?

There tended to be two major schools of thought on the topic of reality when you lived outside of the normal parameters of time and space as Emilie did.

The first was that since 'reality' was such a malleable and fluid concept which changed with every new iteration of dimension or situation, pretty much everything had to be real because all that you had experienced had happened and therefore that was all the validity you needed to accept it as reality. It was a similar concept to 'I think, therefore I am', in the sense that it happened or is happening right now, therefore it must be real. This in fact was the mindset Emilie herself followed, finding it easier to simply accept things at face value and move on. She found it to be the saner of the two most common ideas because it worked in sync with how the human brain itself worked. If you could accept the things you saw as valid immediately, your brain would stop trying to puzzle out why what was in front of it was as it was, and skip to the next riddle it felt it needed to solve.

The other school of thought was to accept nothing at all was real and that everything was a product of the mind, it's way of grasping and coming to terms with what it sees in front of it. Emilie never found this school of logic to be particularly appealing. In her experience it eventually lead to you believing you were a demi-god in someone's fantasy universe who was above consequence or reproach and you could do whatever the fuck you wanted such as lopping off people's heads with a katana and using their skulls as a puppet or sexually harassing all your peers mercilessly because you feel it's your right since they're just products of yours or someone's over active imagination anyways, right?

While she couldn't possibly know the good portions to the second school of thought, she knew that the upside of her particular life philosophy was that little phased her. Leprechauns, En Sabah Nur doom cults, robotic and vampiric school staff... it all kind of became readily accepted as 'a thing'.

The Downside? When you were faced with an 'illusion' it became difficult to distinguish what was and wasn't part of it because establishing reality itself as 'a thing' was difficult. With no anchor to what 'is' and what 'is not', the lines were at best blurry and at worst didn't exist at all.

An Anchor.... She reminded herself now. That was what they'd told her wasn't it? That was what she needed to bring herself into this reality, always. And so that was what she focused on, closing her eyes.

Victor Freud is eighteen years old. Here he is a gymnast and not an acrobat, but he's still a show off. And as always he is a nerd. And somewhere on campus he is wandering around covered in tiny animated mouse bandaids.

The last 'reality' made her smirk. With a deep breath she reopened her eyes and focused again on the hole in front of her to see if anything had changed.

by **Shane Marsh** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 2:38 pm

Narrator wrote:"The pink ones aren't afraid anymore. They've forgotten respect, and you want us to coddle them because their blood flows in your veins."

"So... you want revenge because we bruised your precious bloody egos by ceasing to bow and scrape? If screwing with teenagers is your idea of proving your superiority, no wonder our ancestors lost respect for you."

by **Vivienne Chinnoir** » Sat Sep 19, 2015 6:19 pm

"He speaks the truth. Fey no longer walk this land, they have raised a barrier between this world and Avalon. Humans have not seen our kind for generations. As for my mothers reasons for taking my father, they are her own. I do know she did not have to choose me, but she did. That tells me all I need to know and I do not coddle these here. I am defending my home, these just happen to live here too."

by **Molly McFly** » Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:39 am

Molly, seeing Emilie staring at the disaster of pipes, pushed past her roommate, dropping in size as she did so.

"Let's see what's back here,' she said, hopping up and pulling herself into the maze of pipes, trying to find whatever was back there.

by **Narrator** » Tue Sep 22, 2015 1:27 am

The pipes are difficult to navigate even at Molly's size, though Emilie has certainly managed to open a bit of a gap in them. Getting a grip is a bit of a trick now though, since they're leaking quite a bit.

Once she's in the middle of all them, it's even harder to make sense of things. She can still see the light from where she came in, but everything else seems to bend and loop on itself. It's almost enough to induce vertigo.

"We didn't just arrive yesterday, poppet. We've seen you take after your mum in more ways than one."

"Tell you what. You send the Sealer away, we'll talk..."

by **Molly McFly** » Tue Sep 22, 2015 1:43 am

"What the hell is UP with this school!" Molly shouted at the top of her tiny lungs.

She didn't know what she was looking at. She couldn't know what she was looking at.

Molly hated things she couldn't understand. She had a very sheltered worldview, and wanted things to fit into it.

Strange pipes bending in and looping in on itself didn't fit that worldview. That sucked!

She kept going forward, but starting angrily punching the pipes as she kept going--partially just to punch them, and partially to keep her balance from the creepy place.

by **Vivienne Chinnoir** » Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:54 am

"I have no authority here, but I can direct you to those who are, if you wish. As for Sean, he is human, I highly doubt I can make him do anything. I will however ask him to not banish you and your back into the Blight while you have your "talk"."

She turned slightly to look at Shane.

"Would you contact the Headmistress and Miss Kinney? Tell them we have one who wishes to talk."

by **Narrator** » Tue Sep 22, 2015 7:36 am

"Ain't the deal we offered. Either he goes, or no deal."

Molly's punching, strangely enough, seemed to be having the desired effect. With each pipe she hit, things seemed to... straighten.

But it made the leaking rather worse.

"You there..." some pain seems to creep into the voice. "Just what do you..." Another pipe goes straight from Molly's punching. "...think you're..." Well, this is quickly becoming a mess, but a more mundane one from what Molly and Emilie can see. "...doing?!"

by **Vivienne Chinnoir** » Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:38 am

"Pity."

She smiled to herself and glowed as she focused on the water now leaking again. She pulled it to herself, gathering it around her feet and body as armor.

by **Molly McFly** » Tue Sep 22, 2015 5:53 pm

Narrator wrote:"Ain't the deal we offered. Either he goes, or no deal."

Molly's punching, strangely enough, seemed to be having the desired effect. With each pipe she hit, things seemed to... straighten.

But it made the leaking rather worse.

"You there..." some pain seems to creep into the voice. "Just what do you..." Another pipe goes straight from Molly's punching. "...think you're..." Well, this is quickly becoming a mess, but a more mundane one from what Molly and Emilie can see. "...doing?!"

"I'm going to punch your little face in whenever I find it! This school is dumb, you're dumb, people are DUMB!" she said. Molly smash!

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