Jersey Girls

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

It took a little while to drive to their destination.  After finding out the identity of the two women who apparently have a sinister interest in Corrine, Trevor and Sand arrive at the house.  It looks fairly affluent, but not exactly mansion material.

Sand got out of the car.  "Nice place."

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[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor's eyes blaze a little brighter in the room's dimness, and his other hand comes up blazing, this one pointed at Priscilla. The hand pointed at Chantelle also glows brighter briefly, and a wreath of flames springs up around Chantelle's neck.

"I don't know about my friend here, but I am not in the fucking mood for movie quotes. Now what did you put in her drink?"

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Us to know...

You to find out.



...long for this world. Soon the Succu...

...bus comes. The Land of Nightshades...



And with their final spoken word, all three disappear, leaving only the two heroes and much sand.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

"SHIT!"

Trevor pulls the ring of fire back into his hand, and extinguishes it. His heart is still racing, and the blood from his stomach, though slowed, is still flowing down his jeans. He looks around for something to vent his frustration on, and actually pulls his hand back to hurl a fireball at the pit/cauldron before thinking better of it.

"Now what do we do?" he asks Sand almost accusingly, his hand going to his wounds.

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Sand walks over to Trevor and, with a gesture, draws the sand that is currently on Trevor's person back towards him, along with a little bit of the blood that had intermingled in. That should at least make it less painful.

He then grabs a handtowel that had been near the table and presses it against Trevor's wound. "That should slow the bleeding, at least. You're not in danger of dying but we do need to get back to Kenton and have Tara take a look at this. Lets get to the car, we'll talk about next move from there."

About three minutes later, they're back in the car, this time with Sand driving. Sand hooks his JSA com to the dashboard and hits the button as he peels out. "Sand to Tara. Please don't be busy."

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Tara and Brainwave are up to their eyeballs with books from Corrine's Dad's study looking for translations of what the Chimp and Fate told them to look for. It's not going so well.

"Well, somewhat, and I have a briefing for you but go on ahead."

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

"We found the bartender," Trevor says, jumping in before Sand can speak. One hand is holding the towel against his stomach as he holds the other one up toward Sand. As he continues, he points to his stomach, shakes his head at Sand, and makes a cutting gesture across his throat. "He was a stooge. We also found the people behind the stooge, who are apparently the Witches of Eastwick. They got away, but at least we know we're dealing with magic now. Pretty powerful stuff, too."

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Yup, there's Hotshot.

"Yeah, Fate and the Chimp told us that much. they gave us an alchemical rundown of what might make the antidote. Brainwave and I are looking up the real chemistry now so I can do something with it."

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"We may not have that long." Sand interjects. "Apparently these three women serve something called the Succubus, which in turn is from the 'Land of the Nightshades'. They said she would 'devour the earth, but not before she devours each of you. Be ready. The monsters are real."

"In any event, we're on our way back but I need for someone to start some research. At some time back Oracle made the JLA/JSA/Titan database searchable remotely with the proper protocols. You have those protocols, but since you're needed for antidote research, I need for you to log Brainwave into the system. Run parameter checks on the phrases "succubus" and "land of the nightshades", as well on any spelling of the word "magic" other than the obvious one."

There's a brief pause before Sand gets another idea. "Oh, ask him to also look up Eve Eden. Her code name is Nightshade, and it's a longshot, but we need to be thorough." A pause. "Based on what those Aaron Spelling rejects said, we're probably racing more than one clock at this point."

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Aaron Spelling? Well, she has compared life with this little group to being like "Melrose Place," so why the hell not?

"Gotcha," She's already moving that direction. I'll set him up on the laptop. Due to the connection he'll likely be able to start in 10 miniutes. It's not exactly a simple protocol or a simple place to get a link."

8 munutes later, she's got him on the computer.

[kingofbrain.livejournal.com]

8 minutes and 10 seconds later, he's searching. "This isn't exactly a Cray, so this may take a little bit even with broadband speed. I'll keep you posted."

[sand-hawkins.livejournal.com]

"OK. We're on the highway, so I'm going to hang up and break some speed laws." A pause. "There's one more thing, but it can wait until we get there. Sand out."

He looks towards Trevor. "Any reason you don't want that checked? It'll only take Tara a minute, probably, and if something bigs coming, we need you as healthy as we can get you." A pause. "We did what we could back there. It's very rare we can stop a backdoor teleport."

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna get it checked out," Trevor assures him. He pulls the towel away with a hiss, noting that the bleeding has stopped at last. "But while we're thirty miles away, all Tara can do is wonder 'What the hell did Trevor do to himself this time?' instead of concentrating on Corrine."

"Besides, when you run with Caleb Zukov, you learn first aid the hard way."

Trevor pulls his pack from the back seat, and strips his torn shirt off with a grunt. The wounds aren't as deep as they had appeared at first, but still painful enough to make him think they'll need stitches. Instead he pulls a first aid kit and a bottle of alcohol from his pack, and uses the remains of his costume to dab the antiseptic on the wounds.

"Christ, that stings," Trevor mutters as he works, pulling gauze and tape from his pack.

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

"Well, this would be me going back to the chemistry that did not teach me at St. Anthony's."

And she's starting to love her memory and hate these books. She'd swear it was total crap if she didn't work here.