~Sunday, July 22, 1928~
part 1

YarnKittymon: : ::it's almost 11 PM, and they've put on the last play for the day; the actors have generally gone back home, leaving Libby, Becky, and Maeve in the Freak Show building (Libby, at least, still in her make-up)::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::vanishes for a moment and reappears with freshly pink face and a more normal skirt and top; grins:: That feels better
SP00KY One: :::Maeve is currently trying to rub her make-up off:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs:: If the stuff wouldn't just rub off on my sheets, I might as well wear it to bed; I'll just have to put it on tomorrow, after all.
SP00KY One: MV: :::grumbles::: Who makes this stuff? I think they need to be shot for making something that forever stains your skin. :::rubs a little harder:::
YarnKittymon: LB: Perhaps I could send away for some stuff that might come off more easily...the play's doing well enough.
Quantum Catz: BM: Yeah, *lots* of people around to laugh at our costumes
SP00KY One: MV: :::has most of the make-up off her face but there are still a few light green smudges here and there::: Ah, progress.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::a rather ugly man melts up from the floor of the darkest corner of the room, rather blending into the shadows--Libby, at least, doesn't see him, though her back isn't to him::
SP00KY One: MV: :::to busy rubbing the make-up off her still very green arms to notice him:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::is watching the others scrub at their make-up, a grin on her face:: Having fun?
SP00KY One: MV: :::glares at Becky::: You're enjoying this aren't you? :::reaches over and smudges some of the green paint on Becky's arm:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::laughs:: You're always rubbing it in, aren't you, Becky? Careful, or Maeve will rub the stuff in on you...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::laughs:: Hey! ::wipes at the paint in her arm, trying to remove it::
SP00KY One: MV: ::giggles::: Teach you to sit over there looking so smug!
YarnKittymon: : ::the sound of a pistol being cocked draws their attention to the corner, where Patrick is aiming a gun at Maeve, not speaking::
SP00KY One: MV: :::her head snaps up and she looks around, finding Patrick in the corner::: Oh no, not *you* again!
SP00KY One: MV: :::glares at him::: Whats with the gun? You decide that *I* am alex now? Or that I am having an affair with my cousin?
YarnKittymon: PK: ::coldly:: You killed her.
SP00KY One: MV: :::her stomach clenches::: Excuse me?
YarnKittymon: PK: You had her change to look like you, so they wouldn't shoot you.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at Maeve uncertainly, not sure what to do:
SP00KY One: MV: :::turns a little pale::: I didn't know that they were there :::pauses::: Wait, what do you mean because, 'they wouldn't shoot me'?
YarnKittymon: PK: I have a few connections left, and they told me exactly how Serena was killed at Steeplechase. And why.
SP00KY One: MV: :::gulps::: Oh. ::::looks over at Libby and Becky, sadly, then back to Patrick:::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is pale, focusing on Patrick, hoping that somehow she can send him away::
SP00KY One: MV: Well, now that you know my dark little secret. Now what? You think you can make it up to Serena by killing me? Nothing you could ever do could make up for your past mistakes.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::cringes, but pulls his arm up a bit, aiming at Maeve's head, about to fire::
SP00KY One: MV: ::flinches back, preparing for the pain, knowing in some way that she deserves this:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks over at Maeve and then teleports over to just beside patrick, aiming to try and wrestle the gun from him::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::curses; he doesn't fire the gun, nor does he release it, but Becky messes up his aim::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::snaps back to herself:: Maeve, get him!
SP00KY One: MV: :::jumps, startled, and manages to throw a fireball at his hand that is holding the gun:::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::cries out, dropping the gun::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::jumps back to avoid the fireball::
SP00KY One: MV: :::dives for the gun, thinking that she has been doing this a lot lately:::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::steps on Maeve's hand as she grabs the gun, pinning her::
SP00KY One: MV: :::cringes in pain::: Owe
Quantum Catz: BM: ::tries to pull Patrick away from her::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::doesn't budge:: You aren't even sorry!
SP00KY One: MV: :::makes a fireball in her other hand and attempt to catch his leg on fire::: Sorry! Dont you think that I wish everyday that it had been me?!!!
YarnKittymon: PK: ::looks pretty stunned; doesn't even move to put out his flaming pantleg for a while::
Quantum Catz: BM: Stop this! Please! None of this is helping anythig!
YarnKittymon: PK: ::suddenly feels the flames on his leg; looks around but doesn't see any water, so he stops, drops, and rolls::
SP00KY One: MV: :::gets up and rubs her sore wrist:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::picks up the gun while patrick puts out the flames::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::looks up when the flames has died::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at Maeve and Libby, not sure what to do::
SP00KY One: MV: :::glares at Patrick::: I should come with a warning lable, "Dont touch unless you want to get burned"
YarnKittymon: PK: ::just looks dazed::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::softly:: Maybe you should go - try to get on with your life instead of getting revenge on someone who isn't even to blame
SP00KY One: MV: :::pretends to be interested in a little spot on the floor::::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::slowly stands; quietly:: I'm the one to blame, anyway.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::softly:: You didn't shoot Serena
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks up suprised::: What? :::narrows her eyes suspiciously:::
YarnKittymon: PK: I sent her away, and she did what she had to to get by. If I hadn't, she'd be alive.
Quantum Catz: BM: People've done worse things to their children...
YarnKittymon: PK: ::just looks at Becky, puzzled that someone would be trying to make him feel better::
SP00KY One: MV: :::just sits there wrestling with her own guilt:::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::walks towards the door, but suddenly sits down on one of the bleacher benches, completely drained::
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks over at Patrick, and sighs deeply. She walks over to where he is sitting::: She thought about you a lot you know.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::just stares at Maeve, struck speechless::
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods and continues, looking over at the other side of the room::: You were her father and no matter what she still loved you. Serena was like that though. It just hurt her to think that you didn't want her.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::looks down, his elbows resting on his knees; quietly:: I'm so sorry...
SP00KY One: MV: ::whispers softly::: I know, I am too.
YarnKittymon: PK: How can I make up for it? She was all I had left of my wife...and I gave her up...
SP00KY One: MV: ::shakes her head::: I dont know. She was my best friend and I let her be killed because of my past. If you find the answer, let me know.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::gruffly:: All the people who wanted you dead are gone now.
SP00KY One: MV: :::smirks::: Hopefully. Besides what does that have to do with making it up to her? I honestly dont think you can. Revenge isnt the answer. It doesnt solve anything. Trust me.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::shakes his head:: I just mean, you don't have to worry. The one's dead, the other's vanished, and no one else cares.
SP00KY One: MV: I'm not worrying about my life. I could care less. I just still wish it would have been me. It *should* have been me.
YarnKittymon: PK: If you haven't learned it yet, learn it now. Life's not fair. The good are killed more often than the bad.
SP00KY One: MV: :::grumbles::: I learned early on that life isnt fair.
SP00KY One: MV: :::sighs::: Then again maybe just showing up and here now has made it up to her.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::blinks:: I don't know; can the actions of a devil make it to heaven? ::smiles a little:: She must've taken a lot of comfort in you...ah...
SP00KY One: MV: :::smirks::: The devil? Ok you weren't father of the year but a devil? I think she is watching out over us. All she ever wanted was for you to acknowledge that you still loved her in some way. :::pauses, then quietly::: We took a lot of comfort from each other
YarnKittymon: PK: ::quietly:: Was she happy?
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods::: Yes, Alex made her very happy.
YarnKittymon: PK: That man-friend of yours...he's quite a liar.
SP00KY One: MV: :::shrugs::: I would like to say that he has never lied to me before but.... I dont know. Maybe he really was scared and only trying to cover his tracks.
YarnKittymon: PK: He's the one who sent the telegram...I think. That's what I asked when I found him, which one of them was the Alex that sent the telegram. Her husband sure didn't know what I was talking about.
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks suprised::: You've spoken to Alex? The *real* Alex?
YarnKittymon: PK: For a few moments, by the grave.
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks perplexed and wondering what Donald is up to::::
YarnKittymon: PK: ::quietly:: You be careful with him.
SP00KY One: MV: :::suprised that he would care::: I will.
YarnKittymon: PK: I don't trust him. ::stands:: I'd better be going. ::roughly takes his gun back from Becky::
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks at the gun nervously::: I dont think Donald is life threatning. I just think he likes to get involved. Will we be seeing you around?
YarnKittymon: PK: ::quietly, sounding a bit scary:: Probably not, though I might be there anyway.
SP00KY One: MV: :::feeling a little uneasy and is more then ready for him to leave::: Oh ok, well then. Goodbye.
YarnKittymon: PK: ::puts the gun in his shoulder holster:: Goodbye. ::heads to the door, but pauses, and melts into the shadow near it instead::'
SP00KY One: MV: ::raises eyebrows::: Huh? :::smirks::: Figures... his daughter can shapeshift and he can practically go invisible.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::goes over to Maeve, frowning:: Are you all right?
SP00KY One: MV: :::shivers::: That guy gives me the creeps.
YarnKittymon: LB: I didn't want to interfere; I thought he might be a little deranged, considering all the people he's tried to hurt.
SP00KY One: MV: :::shrugs::: At some point he looked half decent but then it was like he would turn and change. Then I was feeling a little obligated since I was practically the cause of his daughter's death. :::shrugs again:::
YarnKittymon: LB: It's odd how no one's put any of the blame on Serena in all this...::quickly:: Not that anyone deserves to be killed, but if she hadn't changed in public, it wouldn't've happened.
SP00KY One: MV: I talked her into it, we wanted to confuse Alex. It was just me being my impulsive I have to have fun self.
YarnKittymon: LB: Still, she might have said "no." At any rate, it was just bad luck.
SP00KY One: MV: :::grunts::: Yeah, my bad luck. Well I should get out of here before any more of my skeletons decide to walk out of the closet and into *your* life.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::takes Maeve's hand, inadvertently smearing a little green on it:: Do you really think she'd want you to be unhappy?
SP00KY One: MV: :::thinks about it for a minute, then whispers::: No.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::quietly:: She's happy now. It's a tragedy, but there's no purpose in you beating yourself up over what was just an accident.
SP00KY One: MV: An accident that could have been prevented but I know your're right, I should let it go. But its hard.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::gently:: No one expects you to recover in two or three weeks. But try not to worry about it. ::smiles a little:: Okay?
SP00KY One: MV: :::forces a smile and nods::: Okay
YarnKittymon: LB: Take care, Maeve. I'll see you tomorrow...?
SP00KY One: MV: ::nods::: Yeah, count on it. :::starts to walk away but looks back::: Oh, and thanks Libby. I know I haven't always been the easiest person to get along with but thanks for putting up with me.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::smiles widely:: You were a little rough at first, but it's certainly been worth the effort to get to know you.
SP00KY One: MV: :::smiles::: I'm glad. :::walks out the door::::

On to July 22nd, 1928 part 2 (two-player AIM)
On to July 22nd, 1928 part 3 (two-player AIM)
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