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Sylvia feels a warmth surge through her, and then everyone on the yard feels light headed and then the world falls away like rain.

You are scattered around what appears to the hospital.  Five of the witches float in a group near the middle of the main hallway, an unfelt wind blowing their hair about.  Parents stare in disbelief as their daughters unleash destruction on the floor, tossing furniture and equipment about.  Apparently they did a fair amount of tossing you about as well.

Some of you have debris tossed on top of you, some have turned to help someone get out of the way.  Megan has to pull herself out of what's left of a rack of monitors of some kind.  Her costume is a little torn up but otherwise in good shape.  Her arm hurts though.

Donnie has to push a door off of himself, and he realizes his head is bleeding.

Colin picks himself up off the floor, his nose possible broken and his shirt covered in his own blood.

"I've lost them." One of the witches cries.

OOC: I need an initiative from everyone.  If you made that last Will Save you get to add +4.

EDIT: Fixed Glow text issue

(ooc got a 35.  http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124532)

Megan’s eyes dart about at high speed as the world returns to normal and she pulls herself from a bank of monitors.  Her arm hurt like hell, but she was not about to let that slow her down.  Most everyone seemed to be up, but some of the others were hurt. 

Focusing her blue eyes on the witches, she scowled for a fraction of a second and then smiled.  They were nice and grouped, having cleared the area around them.  "Cover your ears!"  She called out as she started to move.

Holding her arm in close to her body, she shot forward at top speed, running right towards the center of the witches.  As she drew up on them, she focused as she had in the parking lot the other day ago, and shot forward at incredible speed, punching through that invisible barrier that had once frustrated aeronautical engineers. 

There was a crack followed immediately by a BOOM!, and a concussive shockwave rippled out from her. 

(ooc everyone else has posted actions, figured I should as well :))

Initiative (1d20+2=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124537)

1d20+4=24 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124530)

Kel is up like a fire cracker, "Lost us bitch?! Oh no baby! YOU FOUND US!!!" He then charges in on her, fist out as a distraction as his left hook smashes across her face.


((1d20+5=12 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124540) +2 from the charge for a 14.))

Initiative roll(Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!) (1d20+5=23) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124535)

Colin is a bit disoriented, and his nose hurts like hell.

Blackbird, I know I can't hear you, but maybe you can hear me. Where are you? If you can't talk can you let me see through your eyes? What can I do to set you free?

If nothing happens, he tries to join the arms in the Eye of Horus, and points it at the witches.

Failing that too, he looks for cover.

Confidence, Colin, confidence. I am the Spirit Dancer. I am the Spirit Dancer!

"-I- am the Spirit Dancer!!!"

Sylvia, staggered and disoriented, tries to figure out if one of the witches is coordinating the attacks of the others, if there's an apex to their power.  She scowls.  Are you here?  Can you help me?  She lays out an inarticulate plan to give them a taste of their own medicine, to draw them so deeply into the torrid, intoxicating delusion of power that they cease to interact with the real world.  She gives it her all, the power of her will fueled by her stark determination that they never harm her friends again.

OOC:
Holy Cow.  I leave work and get wrapped up in some stuff and the rest of you got into a posting orgy!!!

Will (1d20+3=23) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124594)

Will Save (1d20+3=12) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124809) Hospital? Wha?

The world changes.

Initiative (1d20+1+4=21) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1124834)

Donnie staggers upright after shoving the door off of himself and the clap of thunder, touching fingers to his head and seeing dripping smeared across his hand. His eyes swirl into luminescent green and he roars as the fury of the dragon erupts around him. Green flame whips widdershins circling the boy and the Blade appears in his hand. Green flame flickers from his eyes and the tile and debris  is scorched beneath him.

The green flame seems to be coalescing into a long sinuous writhing form..

ooc: Summon the Blade on my action. If doing so is considered a move action, then I will use Summon Minion and summon my fourth dragon on the same round. >:D
Otherwise I will do so on the round following.

Go ahead and roll initiative for Sarah also

Megan crosses the floor and the sonic boom ripples the air as loose objects are hurled outward.  The witches seem to be disturbed from their floating and crash to the floor, some stunned and some apparently unconscious.

A fraction of a second later the girl who told the other's she'd lost them, turns her head in time for Kel to connect with his fist.  She is bodily lifted from the floor and hurled over the nurses station where she crashes into the wall and falls to the floor.

Colin's eyes go dark, and his voice drops in tone and pitch muttering words that no one alive can understand.  He slowly closes his forearms together to form the Eye of Horus, and the air before him ripples as a hundred misty forms swirl from the tattoo and cross the distance to the witches, tearing at them like wild animals.

Donnie picks himself up and summons his sword OOC: Getting up is a Move and Summoning the Sword is a Move so the dragon will have to wait until the next round.

In a blur John tosses a table aside and slips through the mayhem, taking some of the parents and other bystanders to a safe spot near the other end of the wing.

Some of the witches shake off the effects of the recent onslaught and try to reorient themselves.

Sylvia gets up, but her shadow isn't her own, it's someone else.  Her eyes roll back into her head and her face becomes flush.  The muscles in her jaw tighten and she begins to tremble slightly.

The witches seem to be waiting, their glassy eyed stares show there focus is elsewhere.

[End of Round 1]

[Initiative 35]
Megan's turn.

Megan looks around as the witches that are still up seem to focus away on something else.  Not waiting to see what other mischief they come up with, she zips over towards the nearest to her, her uninjured arm streaking out as a blur towards the girl’s chin, the blonde teen focusing on delivering more of the speed into the impact.

(ooc move to a witch, and punching, power attacking to take 3 from attack and add to damage, so +3 to hit, +7 damage.  Rolled an 18.  http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1125169)

Megan zips through the crowd and cracks a witch on the Chin.

[Initiative 24]
Kel's turn.

 OOC:  For Sarah
Initiative (1d20+6=9) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1125253)

Kel lets out another manly roar as he rushes another one of the witches, bringing his fist into her gut.

(( 1d20+5=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1125394) ))

Kel spins from the first girl he hit towards the next, her glassy eyed stare not slowing him down as he plants his fist in her gut.  The force of the blow lifts her off the ground, and she hangs there for almost a second before his follow through sends her back to the floor.

[Initiative 23]
Colin's turn.

Colin looks at the witches, then at Sylvia, then at the witches again. He frowns a bit.

Then he realizes Sarah is nowhere to be seen. His frowns deepens and gets really threatening.

He walks slowly towards the witch nearest to him. They stole something. He wants it back.

He grasps her hands and wills what power she took from him back into himself.

He doesn't know if it's going to work, but he hopes it to be as painful to her as it was to him.

Instantly Colin knows she doesn't have it.  Jane does, and she's on the roof.  With Sarah.

OOC: I assume you'll be heading that way?

[Initiative 21]

Donnie's Turn.

For an instant Colin is the old Colin again and his eyes fill with fear. But then something stronger than fear burns forth form his heart. He lets the witch go, and goes looking for the elevator. For a moment he wishes he was John. John!

"John!" he shouts, sure that he could hear him even with all the struggle going on. "I need your help! On the roof!"

Donnie trills liquid syllables in a language unheard of on this plane for hundreds if not thousands of years. The green flame circling him solidifies into a long slender dragon of bright green, six short legs and a mane of fire around a dog-like head and flexing antlers. Donnie reaches an antler and swings himself behind the head into the flame, unconcerned and unburned. One word is english of the language he speaks.

"Salamander."

[Initiative 14]

John flashes past the group and moves more people out of the field of carnage.  as he stops his head tilts, and he nods, then his attention snaps back in another direction and "Shit."  can faintly be heard escaping his mouth as he bolts off towards on of the nearby ICU room.  The monitor on the patient has flat lined, and John doesn't take time to wonder if it's a malfunction.  He drops the chart on the woman's chest, picks her up and bolts downstairs to the ER with her.

[Initiative 9]

Sarah's turn.

Colin arrives on the roof.  He can hear the sounds of a battle just off to his right.  As he rounds the corner of an air conditioner he sees Sarah and Jane going at it.  Sarah's staff is aglow, and coming down in a vicious arc towards Jane's head.  Suddenly Jane's hand comes up, and she makes a pushing motion.  Sarah is hit with an unseen force that tosses her backwards, to the ledge.  For  a fraction of an instant it looks like she's suspended there, and then she goes over the ledge backwards.  Jane leaps to her feet, "Not as bad ass as you thought you were, Freshman."  she says to the empty night.

Colin's eyes go wide as he recognize the place and the scene.

I'm late, he thinks as he lunges forward knowing fully well he's not going to arrive in time.

Sarah disappears in front of his eyes.

I didn't save her.

For a moment his blood stops and gets chilly.

I didn't save her.

Then he sees Jane, with a triumphant look upon her face. Jane that stole his first kiss from him. Jane that stole his powers from him. Jane that stole Sarah from him.

His blood begins to burn. Everything inside him begins to burn.

His voice sounds strangely quiet when he speaks.

"You made a mistake. You should have killed me when you could. Now I'm going to show you why."

The blast of force that sends her over the edge knocks the wind out of her and she is too stunned to even try and scream.  She sees Colin's pale face appear from the doorway just before disappearing over the edge.  She closes her eyes tight.   

Sarah falls.

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*bampf*
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She opens her eyes and realizes she's not dead.  Colin!  His strange magic must have saved her.  And now that witch was going to get it.  Sarah found herself standing next to a cooling unit looking at Jane's back and out of sight of the doorway.

BITCH! 

Sarah leaps at the girl as her glowing staff reappears and slices at her back. 
OOC:
Extra Effort - Surge
Die die die die die (1d20+4=16) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1125833)

Colin sees Sarah vault into the air from just behind Jane.  The witch turns her head slightly, and her eyes grow large.  Sarah's staff crosses Jane's back about mid-spine and Jane let's out a blood chilling scream, only no one is there who cares.  Sparks fly from Jane's eyes and there is a moment when she is falling but her color isn't.  It's almost like a black and white movie of the girl slides towards the ground.  Then the black and white morphs into a black bird that takes flight and lands on Colin's shoulder. 

Jane's body slumps forward, and she lands fade first on the rough gravel of the roof, unconscious.

[Initiative 5]

Sylvia's turn.

Now you have to decide, how much damage are we doing.  Just enough, or all we can?  Smith's thoughts are heavy inside Sylvia's head, and the heat is oppressive.  Sylvia is dimly aware of the real world, and the time altered world the witches are in.  In the fantasy they've defeated the gang and are on a rampage through the lives of people at Oak Park they feel have wronged them.  They are so carried away by the euphoria of the fantasy that they hardy notice the bloody noses and unexplained pains which they feel from the real world.

They've rejected our mercy too many times, made war on us too many times.  Again, wordlessly, she lays out a plan.  Every group of teenage girls has a pecking order, replete with quiet resentments and hierarchical arrogance.  She can play that.  She can incite them into turning their madness on each other.  It's the only justice, she says bleakly.  Let them tear each other apart.

Colin isn't sure what he's seeing is real. It can't be true. It's too good to be true.

Then he feels the blackbird's claws on his shoulder.

Sorry. I've been stupid. I'll talk with you in a moment.

He take a few cautious steps, as if in a dream, towards Sarah.

"Are you for real? You're not a dream, are you?"

He rushes forward and hugs her so tightly for a moment she can't breathe.

"I thought I'd lost you. I was late. How did you do that?"

He looks straight into her eyes.

"I love you, wondergirl." he whispers, just before kissing her.

Sarah moves back from Colin and the kiss and pinches him hard on the arm.  "Still think you're dreaming?"

A wicked gleam is in her eyes.  "And what did I tell you about that love stuff?"  She wraps her arms around him and kisses him back. 

Something else Colin had said sent up a signal in her brain.

Breaking the kiss she asks, "What did you mean,  how did I do that?  How did YOU do that?"

Everything is fine. She's back. She's joking. I told her. Everything is all right.

As much as Colin loved every single one of their kisses, he will remember this one forever. He feels like a huge weight upon his heart just disappeared, and now he could fly among the stars.


Colin is confused.
"I didn't do anything. How could I? Jane still had most of my powers."

He gets closer to the rail to take a look below.

Well then.  First, we establish the thread of senseless blame, then I labotamize them so they don't give us anymore trouble.


Colin sees that it's a straight drop six floors to the pavement below.  There are no handholds, and nothing soft to land on, but most important no Sarah stain on the pavement.

[Initiative 35]
Megan's Turn.

Megan fist cocks back once more, but then she stops when she sees the girl still just standing there glassy-eyed.  Her hand came down as she zips over towards Donnie, coming to a halt and pausing a moment as she sees yet another dragon has appeared at his call.  Trying to focus back on what the situation at hand she looks a Donnie. 

”They don’t seem to be doing anything.  Can you tell if they are working magic again or something?”

They don't seem to be causing any fluctuation in the magic in the area as far as Donnie can tell.

OOC: I'll call that nothing more then a move action if you'd like to hold a move action for later

[Initiative 24]
Kel's Turn

OOC: Damn skippy.

IC:
Sarah moves up next to Colin and peers over for a second before closing her eyes again with a shudder and a much to recent memory of watching the edge of the roof receding from her at an alarming rate.  The wind blowing her hair up into her face and the faint knowledge that there was no way she could ever survive such a fall. 

"I have no idea what happened then.  We'll figure it out later," she offers to Colin. 

She looks down at the head bwitch. 
"Lets get little Janey off this roof before I decide she needs to have an accident.  I want John or Kel to have a good grip on her when she wakes up.  What's going on downstairs?"

Sarah picks up Jane's legs and hopes Colin grabs her shoulders.  Otherwise Janey was going to get a heck of a headache bouncing down the stairs.

"Good idea." Colin offers. But he stays a moment offering a silent prayer of gratitude to the sky.


"Uhmm, well, there are five of them. Kel and Megan are beating on them, Sylvia has them locked into I don't know what kind of dream or nightmare, Donnie has got a new dragon that looks angry (or hungry) and John... I think John is helping people out of here. I asked him for help, but I'm glad we didn't need it."


Colin helps Sarah drag Jane down, than a thought occurs to him.

"Maybe John didn't come because things are worse than I thought. Sorry, I should go check with him if someone needs my help. This is an hospital after all or it was until they nearly destroyed it. John is fast, I'll send him help you, ok?"

He lets Jane's head go and runs downstairs looking for John.

Donnie looks down at Velocity, his eyes still leaking green flame, like a smear of sfter-image light from staring briefly at the sun. The dragon he rides hisses like a steaming kettle and lopes forward, sinuous coils loosening. Donnie reaches where one of the witches floats, glassy eyed and staring into nothing and runs his hand a few inches away from the face of the girl.
He shakes his head. "No. They are not performing any sort of spell or active magic beyond that which keeps them afloat." He looks around, locating Sylvia and sees the concentration on her face. A feral grin split's Donnie's usually round face as he says "I think Sylvia has them."

ooc: My action after Kel's.

Sarah daydreams about bringing Jane the rest of the way down the stairs by herself.  *bump* *thump* *bump* *thump* "Heh."

Kel grabs one of the girl's and says, "Ya know, I feel much more comfortable beating them senseless then I do letting them float in some fucking dream prison. As much as they need a taste of their own medicine, I'm really in need of some physical therapy!"  At physical he cocks his fist to connect it on the word therapy.

((See, Kel can make terrible puns/jokes too...oh yea attack roll: 1d20+5=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1126543)))

“I am not going to beat on helpless opponents, or let anyone else.”  Megan replies curtly as Donnie confirms what she suspected and Kel continues to attack one of the witches, moving over to stand so she is facing him, a scowl on her face. 

“Can Sylvia hold them till the police can get here and arrest them?”  She asks Donnie.  “I think there is more than enough to get them charged now.”

(ooc using saved move action to move in front of Kel)

Kel says, "How is Syl holding them?  What sort of crazy illusions does she have them under?  No offense to Syl, I love her but no one should be caught up in some illusion like we were just in..."  He then stares at the group and says, "Does it make us any better if we hold them like that, isn't knocking them out a safer and easier measure?"

Megan looked at Kel, memories of a particular event in the illusionary world they had been in flashing through her mind before she replied.  “They held us in that illusion so they could beat on us.  Now you are saying we should do the same thing to them while they are in one.  I thinks if they can be held in an illusion to the police arrive it is fitting.”

He sighed letting the girl in his grip fall, he collapses on the ground and just shakes his head mumbling to himself.

Donnie looks to Kel and back to Sylvia. The fire has leaked away from his eyes and a bit of blue shows in the chartrwuse green. "Beating on helpless opponents is their tactic Kel. As long as Sylvia holds them, they can offer no threat. Let's see what she can do. I think she has a lot more power than we realize."

Almost as an afterthought, he raised his free hand and murmured the oh-so-familiar protections spell. Golden symbols trailed form his fingertip and faded in the air. "I should have been doing that every day. I got sloppy and I could have stayed out of that waking dream. Stupid of me."

OOC: Sorry, I forgot one little bit, but I think it's important. :)

Colin stops just one ramp down. For a moment he looks like he's about to turn back. He thinks of the strands that go from his heart to the people he has touched or is going to touch. He thinks of the strand that ties him to Sarah. He thinks about turning back and looking at it, to maybe see what the future could reserve for them.

Nope. By knowing too much you can break things. There's gotta be room for faith too.

He smiles to himself, and resumes running downstairs.

Donnie looks away from Sylvia back to Kel. "Still. It never hurts to be prepared." He finds something sharp and much less unwieldy than his sword and snips a small lock of hair from each of the girls, folding into a piece of paper and slipping it onto his jeans pocket.

He looks around, brow furrowed. "Guys, where's Jane Spofford? She's the ringleader.."

Pip shimmers into existance on Donnie's shoulder and meeps loudly. Donnie clambers down from the dragon's back and starts moving wreckage, looking for injured people or Jane.

Sarah rolls her eyes and realizes she's an idiot.  Or is that re-realizes.  I come to the conclusion so often... 

She digs out her cell and sends a super group txt.  (All Super-friends - sorry Dave & Greg)

Have Jane on roof stairs.  Need help carrying.  Bwitch too heavy.  Should have used magic to fix her own fat ass.  Everyone okay?

In the accelerated world the witches currently occupy, the night has turned thick.  The witches have worked themselves into a frenzy.  Like maenads they terrorize and tear apart everyone they meet, drunk on arbitrary bloodlust.  Sylvia waits, and watches, with Smith's hardened understanding of human nature to guide her.  I know how to do it, she says, and directs her attention toward a blonde and brunette who've been, in this twilight world, tearing up the school like furious children.  Corpses and wreckage lie behind them.

Movement baits the attention of the blonde, who lets out a harridan's shriek and chases a retreating figure.  The brunette, growing impatient with their dwindling stock of victims, swoops after the other witch.

They catch him easily, this tall boy with his elegant bones and polished composure.  It's Logan, and even under the threat of incipient death, he looks the girls in the eye.  "Logan," says the blonde, trying her best to seem girlish despite the blood that scabs on her face and neck like war paint.  "Logan, Logan, Logan.  Look who it is, Laura."  She runs the tips of her rust-stained fingers over her lips.  "A boy who likes to play hard to get."

Laura, the brunette, leers.  "Too good for us.  He was always too good for us."

Logan, cool and careful, says, "Not too good for one of you."  He gives Laura a meaningful look, seemingly unrepulsed by the crazed gleam in her eyes, and Sukie, the blonde, gives Laura a narrow-eyed stare.

"What are you saying?  You're interested in Laura?"  Sukie can't restrain a note of incredulous scorn, and anger rips across Laura's face.  "He's lying," Sukie says.  "He's lying to save his life.  For that you die, pretty boy!"  She throws Logan up against a row of lockers with her brutal telekinesis.  His spine makes a dark, cracking noise, and when he slumps to the floor, his eyes are wide with surprise.  His last breaths bubble up bloody.

Laura, face transfigured by rage, turns on Sukie.  "What'd you do that for, you bitch?"

"He was toying with us," Sukie says.  "You're so gullible."

Laura almost seems to pace in mid-air, her movements made frenetic by near-psychosis.  "You think he was lying because he wanted me?"  She gives Sukie an invisible shove, and Sukie slams into the row of lockers opposite Logan's corpse.

"Secure that shit," Sukie says.  "Look at yourself.  If you think Logan would be after you when you look like a trailer-trash whore, you are sorely mistaken, you hear me?"

"You selfish--"  The word Laura uses is enough to make them fly at each other, and the subsequent fight almost puts Sukie's head through the wall.  Laura slams the other witch's skull into the brick like she won't stop until the bone has crumbled like pulverized china, and then Sylvia, feeling pity but no remorse, hits Laura with an intoxicating high, a euphoria that surrounds Laura with the glow of power.  Sukie's power.  Laura, the downtrodden yes-girl of the group--Laura, who attends Oak Park through district exception and whose mother cleans house for the lawyer and doctor parents who live in the area--is suddenly invested with the power to have everything she wants . . . and she wants what the others have.

As Laura leaves the hall, an ugly, self-satisfied gleam in her eye, Sylvia has to quell her own nausea.  There's more, more to be done.

“Jane?  I thought it was the Senior, Sarah  Bailey you cast the main binding on at the party.”  Megan said to Donnie’s comment.  That was when she felt the buzz of her cell and flipped it open a blur of a movement.  “Well, looks like our Sarah has it all under control.  I’ll go help her.”  With that, Megan was gone in a rush of wind, streaking her way up to the roof top stairway.

Skidding to a halt next to Sarah, the blonde (brunette due to her costume’s wig) teen grinned.  “Hey, you said you needed a hand?”

In a world all their own the witches go for each other like scavengers.  Laura has shown them they don't have to share, and now they're killing each other until there is only one left.  Laura had the advantage, and she kept it.  Now Smith reaches out from his place of solitude and touches the back of Laura's brain.  He is amazed at the restraint he shows, You must be rubbing off on me.  Laura's powers stop working, all their powers stops working.

In the real world the gang watches as the girls fall to the floor, no longer held aloft by the power they had.  The air grows still and the sound of sirens can be heard heading this way.  A few police have already made it inside the hospital, and been told of the mayhem on the fourth floor.  They've taken up positions near the elevators and stairs, waiting for back up.  The silence draws a few into view.

[End of Combat Rounds]

Sylvia slips back into the world, her gaze falling to the witches, and the destruction they brought.

Everyone breaths a sigh of relief.  This threat is gone.

OOC: Is anyone (besides the witches and us, I mean) wounded or in danger?

She slides down the wall behind her and huddles there, not looking at the witches, not looking at anyone.  Despair haunts her expression.

Donnie dismisses Salamander and goes over to Sylvia. Setting the sword against the wall, he sits down next to her and pulls her close, saying nothing.

He kisses the side of her head and waits.

She stays quiet and passive and moves an arm up to his shoulder for the comfort of touching him.

Sarah hears the sound of a soft machine gun patter approaching up the stairs and smiles when Megan bursts into view.

"Good timing I was just about to see if she'd bounce."  Sarah looks at Jane and then down the central well of the stairs.  "What's the story downstairs?  I'm still dazed and confused."

John returns to the floor, and so do some of the staff.  They immediately begin to treat anyone with injuries, and the police are bust taking statements from people who saw the first part of the encounter.  The clock on the wall says it's a little after 1AM, and the statements have you guys arriving about 12:50AM.  According to what you can learn from the witnesses you guys arrived just as the witches were begining to test their powers.  A fight broke out, and then you guys all sort of stopped fighting for a few seconds, and then you guys got up and went back to fighting.  The witches tossed you all around some when you were dazed, as well as some of the bystanders.

“Yeah.”  Megan replied rather quietly as Sarah mentioned being “dazed and confused”.  “That mental illusion or whatever it was they had us in seemed very real.”   

Helping Sarah with Jane she added, “when I headed up here, Syl had the witches down there under control in some kind of mental illusion of her own.  Kel and I had smacked them around a bit, till they had stopped fighting all together.”

It's about at this time that something clicks in Colin's memory.

Five witches downstairs. One on the roof. But there were seven of them. At least there were seven in the list Dave gave to us. Think, Colin, think. How many were they at the Halloween party?

He looks for a receptionist.

"Sorry, can you help me? I have some names, can you tell me if they have all been admitted here? Alden, Felicia. Bailey, Sarah. Downs, Nancy. Lizzie, Laura. Medford, Alexandra. Ridgemont, Sukie. And Spof- no, never mind that. Please, it's really important."

Jane knocked me off the roof.  Hmm better save that one for later after I have an explanation.  Sarah just nods to Megan's update.  "The dream was too real.  I was happy in it for a while."  She shrugs her shoulders, dismissing the past.  "So we hand them to the police and then what?  I mean other than some assault charges what can they get pinned for?" 

The nurse looks over the list.  "Oh, this one Medford.  She died a few minutes before this all started.  She was one of those girls in a coma, the others woke up right after Alexandra's heart stopped."

“Well, they did a lot of damage here.  Plus I think Donnie and Colin had evidence they could use for the magical mischief or somesuch they have done, which Donnie says is against the law.”   Megan replied.

As they reached a landing, the teen looked up at one of her oldest friends.  She really wanted to talk about things that had happened in the dream, but knew that limiting it to only John was probably best, after all, it involved him as well.  “I guess we can figure that out when we get Jane here down with the rest of them.”

Colin frowns. "Oh. I see. Thank you."

Well, this sure isn't what I was expecting. She's dead. Really, or it's just another trick of theirs? They needed to get out of their bodies to get at me, maybe she didn't manage coming back. Maybe Meno took her instead of Sammy to give Rob his powers. I have to ask Donnie about it.

He runs back to the others.

"Donnie-"

He stops when he sees him hugging Sylvia.

"Is she hurt? Did she put too much of a strain on herself?"

He gets closer and lets himself sit down amongst the rubble.

"I have something to ask you."

He explains him about Alexandra Medford and his thoughts about her.

A second later John is on the landing with Megan and Sarah.  "No to be chauvanist, but you want some help carrying her?"  he asks with a smile.

Sarah smiles, "All yours big guy.  I might chip a nail."  

Kel still sits on the floor shaking his head then he extends his hand to one of the witches' throats, at first his hands are about to grasp herto choke then he shakes his head and feels for a pulse.  He sighs as he thinks about the fact that they no longer have their powers, and shakes his head again.

Megan looks over at John as he appears, and gives him a broad smile in return.  “Yeah, that'd be great.  My arm is killing me.”  She said as she let him take Jane from them.

It's going to be very early morning before the police are done.  The police take the witness statements that you guys were there to stop the witches into account and don't take your names if you don't offer them.  (Police reports all over the country are filled with the phrase Anonymous Hero)

The police take the surviving witches into custody, and Chicago PCD is called in to try and determine what kinds of other magical crimes the girls have committed.

When all is said and done it's about 6AM when the last of the details are sorted out.  I assume you've called your parents (where needed) and made arrangements to go home and get some rest.

OOC: Assume all the threads that take place from Nov 1 on happen.  Only Megan and John are affected by that I think (Thursday & Art).  I'll put threads back online and we can go back to living our lives.  Except Kel who is still in trouble for attacking some girl.  Man, he's blood thirsty.  I think he's gonna have to see a shrink.  Dr. Hugo Strange comes to mind as a good choice, as he has experience with teens  :angel:

Before the police takes her away, Colin takes a moment to grab the wrist of the unconscious Jane. Donnie suggested that someone helped her laying a trap for him, and now that he's got his powers back, he hopes he can catch some glimpse out of her memory about it.


OOC: Anyone Colin knows?

"I know Dad.  I know.  I'm sorry.  I know.... Yes.  No.  I know...Okay."  *click*  Sarah sighs and tucks her phone in her pocket.  She wanders over to the gang.  "Geesh you'd think stopping an evil coven would earn me some slack points.  I've got to get going, otherwise I'd say lets hit an IHOP or something.  Anybody want to meet up later for lunch or dinner or mini-golf or something?"

OOC: I'll post something elsewhere that will cover what he sees.

Megan gave Sarah a sympathetic smile.  “Yeah, its been a long night.  John and I were going to go sightseeing today, but that might have to wait till tomorrow after we get some sleep.  Tonight we are going to some open houses of some art galleries I have an ownership interest in through some trust funds.”