2019-09-15 - You. Shiiiiiine.

"Trevor?" Ash wonders at the question, the pen in her hand tapping against her hand as she thinks about it, trying to go through the very (not really) long list of Trevor's that she knows, or guys in general. "Tall, amazing green eyes...used to be a football player?" She wonders, trying her very best to place the name and face, and get an answer for the gaggle of girls.

August and Eleanor have a table for four, on the off chance anyone else they know shows up. It also gives them some extra room to enjoy a basket of tatertots and onion rings without the table getting crowded. August has a pint of lager in front of him and is dressed, if not up, at least a cut above (no doubt for Eleanor's sake): he's in a dark blue, Henley t-shirt, black jeans, and brown suede boots.

Sportsball? Excuse me those are the god damn Boston Red Sox playing their hearts out up there on those TVs. Easton as always is inflicting this on an unwilling crowd of West Coasters who could careless about his beloved Sox. The man himself is behind the bar tonight, dressed in his usual uniform of black dress shirt, rolled up to the elbows, dark jeans and scuffed boots.

"Lou. Am I supposed to be happy that murders drive people to drink?" Easton asks with a polite smile that clearly says he wants nothing to do with seeing any such silver lining.

Eleanor pops a tot into her mouth and chews happily. She's in jeans and a pale rose peasant blouse with cute ankle boots. She has makeup on (no doubt for August's sake), and a Corona in front of her with a lime wedge stuffed down the neck.

Joey wades in looking like every bit of trouble he is. Hey, he's considerate enough to advertise what's in the tin at least. Some people have asshole resting face, but Joey has a natural borderline hostile resting face and he's not even said a word to anyone. It doesn't stop him from holding the door open for the older fella leaving. He sits at the bar with that look that seems grateful for today to be done; that faint bruise next to his eye a testament to that. "Hey, Easton. Corona when you got a sec, man? Appreciated." Looking to Lou he pauses, does the math and nods slow to him. "Yeah? Way I hear it you've prolly had a rougher time than half the city on that one." Given what he's heard from Byron on the Bayside killings. He doesn't finish that thought out loud.

Itzhak and Isolde come in, ducking out of the spats of early rain. Itzhak's usual aggravated tension is eased by Isolde's company, and he's smiling at her as he holds the door for her. He lifts a hand to August and the two of them head over to August and Ellie's table. A lot of screwed-up stuff has gone down the last few days, so of course, he's turned out to Easton's bar to get some serious drinking done.

Isolde follows Itzhak in, chattering on about the tiny houses being built and how one of them would be so cute to live in! She's wearing a light blue, spaghetti strapped dress and brown sandals. Wild red hair tamed a little by the ponytail it was tied up in. "Hello August!" She says cheerfully to the older man and then pins those blue eyes to Eleanor with an equally friendly grin. "And you are Elli!..I hope. Or else August will be in trouble." She says it so sincerely even though she giggles about it as she claims a seat.

It's not long after Itzhak and Isolde come in that Julia enters in sweepingly in their wake. She has all of the appearances (and fryer smell) of having come off shift, with a Fried Fish tee shirt under a zippered hoodie and shorts. You know, typical Pacific Northwesterner clothes, regardless of weather. She doesn't seem to have come in with the I's, but she is regarding them with thinly veiled amusement and has not made an effort to call out to them.

"That's because mostly we just get together to fuck around, hard to do that out in public." If Ash is lying, she lies with such an off-handed seriousness that it is casual. "Why, you trying to get with him?" She tucks her pen behind her ear, leaning forward to rest her hands on the table, voice lowering to the girls, but mostly the dark haired one, "Shame he's not interested, he's got this thing.." She lifts a hand, indicating her mouth, "He does with h..." She stops whatever else she was going to say when the kid in the baseball cap comes staggering in.

August arches an eyebrow at Isolde and laughs. He also casts a Knowing look at Itzhak, trading some sort of private joke or another. "Yes I would be. Ellie, this is Itzhak and Isolde. Guys, this is Eleanor." He has a drink of his beer, as if to celebrate completing this ritual of introducing one's girlfriend to ones friends.

Spying Julia, he gives her an upnod. This brings the kind in the baseball cap to his attention, and he frowns. "He looks lost," he says around a bite of onion ring.

Eleanor waves to Itzhak and Isolde. She likely looks familiar if they ever get coffee, as she owns Espresso Yourself. "I am! And you must be Isolde and Itzhak. Nice to meet you, finally." Schedules have been crazy for all involved. Between regular life and Gray Harbor's 'Weird', it's been generally non-stop. She follows August's gaze and calls out, "Hey kiddo, you ok?"

"Fuck. I'm sorry Lou." Easton has no such problem cussing or taking any words in vain or otherwise. He shakes his head and says, "I'm just on edge because of all the weird shit. Like you said." He sighs and gets Lou another beer, along with a beer for Joey. He doesn't notice the kid staggering in just yet, he's more focused on the customers at the bar.

Julia returns August's upnod, but she seems hesitant to approach the table. Eleanor's query to the boy behind her has her turning around to face the kid, studying him for a moment. "Yeah, you okay?"

"It's nice to meet you!" Isolde shifts a bit. She looks like she might say more when the kid comes stumbling in the door. A light frown on her features. Isn't that the boy that the Lou guy was just talking about? "He doesn't look okay." She murmurs quietly to the table. But she doesn't make any moves just yet.

Joey takes his beer lisfting it to Easton in a quiet thanks. He's hooked into Lou's story idly. Maybe because Monaghan likes knowing what the hell is happening in his city, or maybe he's bored or just a concerned citizen. Itzhak comes in and gets a faint nod but his attention lingers on Julia. "Suuuup, neighbor. " Looking back to Easton he points to his beer and then Julia in barkeep shorthand: Can you grab her something? I got it. He looks to Lou curious, "You missing an extra from Goonies I think we found em." It's the ballcap and the shirt really.

Itzhak whaps August on the shoulder in greeting, and then he laughs at Isolde too. "Don't make trouble," he mock-scolds her, and squeezes her around the waist before he lets her sit down. "Hiya, Ellie. ...Uh, he calls you Ellie all the time, is that okay? Maybe that's not okay." August and Ellie looking past him makes him follow their line of sight to both Julia and--! the kid in the delivery cap! Itzhak's eyebrows pop up. Same kid as vanished? He doesn't know. Facial recognition is a problem. But something in his gut tells him yes. "Hey, boychik!" Itzhak's heading for him. "You made it out!"

"'Made it out'?" August asks no one in particular. He has a tot, chases it with a drink of beer, and glances at Isolde and Eleanor, looking for any kind of recognition on the level of Itzhak's.

"Ellie is fine," Eleanor assures Itzhak. She watches Itzhak approach the delivery boy and her brow furrows. "Out of where?" she murmurs back to August. She clearly doesn't know herself. She looks startled when the kid starts raving, and then the lights go out. She grabs for August's hand. "That can't be good."

Isolde is on her feet when Itzhak is suddenly grabbed by the kid. She's a protective woman okay! She might start over there- but then it's dark. There's a low little noise that emits from her. On edge, staying in place - though standing. "Itzhak are you okay?"

Julia's reaction to the lights going out? "Oh, mierda." she says in disgust, reaching into her back pocker and pulling out...a makeup compact. She starts to step back, toward the bar and closer to the sound of Joey's voice.

As the light go out Easton's voice booms through the bar, "Mother fucker." It's not the most reassuring of sounds but he doesn't stay quiet for long. "Itzhak? You there? Li'l help?" He is already moving for the shotgun that he keeps behind the bar. Yes, it might just be a power outage but seeing the kid straggle in feels a little too much like the time Billy Ghoul walked into his bar right before shit went sideways. "Ash! Have everyone get down, take cover and stay together."

August's brow furrows as the kid grabs Itzhak, but before he can decide to get up, Isolde does...and then the lights go out. His sigh is loud in the dark. "You have got to be kidding me." But hey, Ruiz isn't here to get furniture thrown at him, and they're not trapped in a creepy fucking house during a Storm of the Century. And there's no Murderous Lantern. Yet. Small victories.

He takes Ellie's hand in his. It could be nothing. Just a dead transformer. (Never mind that there was no tell-tale boom.) Or someone drunk driving into an eletrical pole. It happened more often than you'd think.

"Hopefully it's just normal bullshit," he murmurs. "Just the same..." He starts easing off his chair, tugging Eleanor down with him, so they're not in line of sight of the windows.

"Shit!' Ash exclaims when the lights go out, "Don't...don't move. Okay?" It's safe, right? Don't go wandering around in the dark in strange places, this is something that at least sounds logical to her.

Joey doesn't know what the hell the issue is. It's Gray Harbor. The power could be out because it's too nice or or a demon Hellmouth opened up under the High School football field again because someone ran a particular configuration without realizing it. These things happen. That's normal right? What he does know is a potential danger situation. "Easton?" With the rest of that sentence to be understood like What's up ma, buddy? "Julia, you with me, chica?" Becuase right now he's worried about his longtime neighbor. Elm Street rolls like that.

Itzhak grabs the kid by the shoulders, letting him shake him (he's not that shakeable). "Easy there tati, I got ya, not gonna let--" Then the lights go out and make Itzhak a liar. He scowls. "Don't let 'em take you again," he tells the kid, low, "get under a damn table or somethin', would you? You're gonna give me an ulcer." He lets him go and, seeing August get down, thinks August has a swell idea. "Julushka," he calls to Julia in a harsh undertone, "we might hafta get some work done."

If Easton was hoping that Ash would be useful, even effective, in this situation then he probably has her confused with the other part of Ashtrid, because she doesn't hear him until it's too late. But then Ash is dropping, and moving under the table she was standing next to, "There's something on the ceiling!" Which then she adds, "Get down!" Right. She's employee of the month now.

Eleanor is tugged down with August, and she hunkers beside him, squinting in the darkness. She senses people trying to get out the door, and she reaches out with her kinetic senses to try and unlock it. But it stubbornly refuses to bed to her will. "Can't...unlock...the door..." she mutters to August.

"Don't let them touch you!" Isolde hissed, instead of getting down, stepped up on to the chair. Eyes darting here and there to focus on the shadows. Then settling on the one near the center. Or what she thought might be it. Light! Maybe! She reaches into the top of her dress to pull out her phone and fumble a little. Maybe light would keep these bad things away. They were shadows right? Shadows hated light....right?

"I'm good!" Julia calls out, an answer good for both Joey and Itzhak. She lets herself press the small of her back against the bar. Looking up into the shadows, she mutters in Spanish. "Te mostrare como brillo." It comes out as a hiss.

"Stay calm." Easton calls out to the bar, his voice steady and plenty loud. Yes he can feel that something has joined the party. He mentally adds tactical flashlight to the list of things he doesn't have but should behind the bar. He leaves the shotgun where it is for now. Do. You. Shiiiine? Easton's mouth tightens into tight pucker of displeasure at the giggling question. "I do. I shine. So come get some. I will light your ass up."

He waits a beat before calling out, "Which is what I was hoping Itzie was going to do? Itzhak?" He knows the tall Jewish man can turn on the lights from their time at the Murray house, if only he realized he could do.

"Does anyone have eyes on the kid? Joey? Find the goonie, stick with him."

Well. That doesn't sound friendly at all. "Shit," August mutters. Well, if Eleanor can't do it, best to get one of the big guns to try. But he's not going to tip his hand if he can avoid it; he reaches out to Itzhak, taps him on the mental shoulder to get his attention. <<Also need that door open, Ellie says it's pretty well jammed.>>

"Yeah, asshole. I shine." Itzhak bares his teeth at the giggling glassy voices. "You want it? Come get it." And yes indeed, all the lights begin to glow. Not like they have power. Rather, with a peculiar shimmer, like bioluminescence. Itzhak is starting to glow like that too, in regular rows of iridescent dapples like his skin is now the skin of a deep-sea squid. That's new! And weird! And he doesn't even care, he's standing fists clenched and ready to throw down. In a glowy kinda way. The shadows hunger for shine? He's the shiniest.

Joey answers Easton, "On it." Because if there's something Joey's good for? well it's punching something into paste, but also? Doing whatever is fucking necessary to keep some kid safe. That bottle comes with him because that' an improvised weapon, but by sound and memory he closes the gap, pulling out his phone and trying to pull up the flashlight on that. "Julia, got my back?" Pulling up near the kid he says to the crumbgrabber, "Hey, buddy. I'm Joey. Stick close okay?" Right, sentinel mode fucking engaged.

Julia is not letting the men be the only ones who light up the night, so to speak. She begins to glow as well, looking between Joey and Itzhak. A couple of beer bottles go flying in their respective directions, or more pointedly, toward the ugly critters trying to latch onto them.

When that thing comes straight for her face there is a scream, and Ash flails her arms, trying to ward it off at the same time she kicks against the floor in an attempt to push her away. Neither of those things seem to be very effective, though, "Easton!!"

Though Isolde's got her own shine, she isn't purposefully glowing like the others are but she does turn on her flashlight on her phone. Her eyes are wide and her mind is racing as she sees the cretures in the bar. Like something out of a fantasy novel...She sees that Itzhak and Joey have it under control but Easton, poor guy, does not. Focusing intently on the attacking goblin. And though only the goblin would hear it, she just about screams at it--

<<LEAVE. HIM. ALONE!>> Hopefully it's enough to give the guy a break.

Easton looks up as the light comes on and he manages to get out a quiet, "Oh. Good." Before Uglier is dropping down to tangle with him. The angle of attack makes it hard for him to dodge and his first swing does little to deter the goblin that slashes his face and drops him down to the ground, bouncing his head off the floor and leaving him defenseless against the slashes. In the midst of all that he can hear Ash calling out for him. Maybe putting the shotgun down was a bit hasty. But he's pinned now to the ground under this thing. Not able to land a decent hit on it's small body he reaches out with his powers. A trick that didn't do so great against ghost cops gets a second chance. The steak knives on the tables nearest the bar lift up off the surface, their handles in the air, their tips dragging across the polished wood surface.

"We need to get the door open so we can get people out of here," August calls to, well, someone who can open doors. Then he turns his attention to Ash, more specifically Ash's horrible new best friend, and lashes out at it, trying to cause it enough pain to get it to let go of her.

Eleanor begins mentally flipping through the weird shit rolodex that is her brain. She takes in the various aspects of the creatures now that she can see them in the light created by the Physicalists. Not gremlins. Not kobolds. Wait, that's it! "They're Goblins! They may have once been children other goblins nabbed when they were young, because they had high levels of Psychokinesis!"

Eleanor shouts "Non-Glimmer light! Use it! Shinies will distract them!"

Itzhak pulls brass knuckles out of his pocket, fitting his left hand into them. The metal glows when he touches it, glows brighter as he twines his fingers through the grip. He's breathing hard and fast through his clenched teeth, heart racing, fighting for control--and then a goblin thing grabs him around the leg. Possibly a bad move on gobbo's part. Itzhak reacts by kicking it in the teeth with a steel-toe workboot. CRUNCH. At the same time, the doors fling their locks and fly open...about six inches. Itzhak makes a terrible wordless sound in his chest of frustration and fury.

Joey has his directive: Be the angriest fucking wall of meat between this world, and that kid right there. "Kid, talk to me, what's your name?" And with that there's something grabbing his leg. Surprise, i't not the kid. Now is Joey a boxer? Yes. But he grew up on the East fucking side and didn't get called Yard Boss for 3 years in County for slapping people into playing nice. What follows is the Boxer taking the heel of his free leg and trying to curb stomp the little veil nightmare until it scrambles away or dies senselessly under his boot. There's no nice left when it comes to child endangerment apparently. "Easton, sit rep, man?" Shit now he's got to look at the floor and up. They're on the ceiling?? He lines up to fortify his position where the kid is, "Alright, you're doin good. They want to take 'him'. Him the guy at the bar? The glowing guy? The guy that looks like he's ready to retire? Who we got, buddy?" The news though entirely catches him off guard, "Wait what? Well they're not now."

Julia takes a moment to focus on the space beneath one of the goblins, and what looks basically like a reality tear seems to open up in the space...but it's small. Too small for a goblin to drop through. She makes a noise of frustration.

There is...well, needless to say there is a whole lot of screaming from Ash, "No! Get off me!" She flails, trying to get the goblin creature off her, tears streaming down her face as she has a full on panic attack at this mess. Not her face! Her face is just too pretty for this.

Isolde already had her phone-flashlight out, so that was good. She doesn't know A LOT about the Veil, but what she does know, combined with what Eleanor shouts, seems to jive. Oh god. She takes a quick stock of everyone in the room. Familiar and strangers alike...and Itzhak is the brightest of them all. Were they going to try and take him?!?!?! There's an almost feral sort of growl that emits, low in her throat.. She does manage to call out - "They might try to kidnap the brightest of us!" Sounding a little bit distressed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes the one called Lou is gone, but it doesn't come full force.

Instead, she seems to remember there is another of these goblins on the ceiling abover her and she shines the light in it's eyes, jumping off the chair and on to the floor - good thing she isn't wearing heels.

The steak knives on the five nearest tables begin to spin and then lift up into the air only to come zipping down one after another into the goblin currently wrestling with Easton. The first strikes true and the second takes it clear off Easton's chest. The third misses but four and five pin the thing neatly to the floor. Easton gets up bleeding heavily, calls it "Little fucker" but manages to hear Eleanor. "Oh. Shiny." He knows enough about some things now to have an idea. "Can anyone burn shit?!" He calls out to the patrons. Joey's ask for a sit rep just gets a, "There's too many damn goblins." He pulls out his own lighter and flicks it open. "Light the firepits and the candles outside. They get distracted by light." He holds the lighter out as he awkwardly hops over the bar, landing badly but coming to help Ash, possibly with a well aimed kick to her attacker.

Eleanor gets her own phone out and turns on the flashlight app. When that creepy voice comes from behind her, she wheels, but there is nothing there when her light sweeps the area. "Yeah, shine. Go look for Shine on the other side, you little shits!"

August grimaces as he breaks the goblin's arm, knowing that might (who are we kidding? will...) come back to haunt him. No time for that now, though; he fishes out his cell phone and shakes it to turn on the flashlight. He dodges the inbound saltshaker, shines the phone's flashlight at his assailant. "Fuck off!"

Eleanor sweeps her flashlight app around. "Is everyone ok? Is anyone hurt?" she calls out. She keeps on hand in August's.

"Joey? Itzhak?" Julia's eyes dart back and forth between the pair. "You okay?" she asks, as her Glimmer induced aura of light begins to power down. Do you want Latina Jean Grey? Because this is how you get Latina Jean Grey.

Isolde narrowly misses getting hit by a ketchup bottle. Assholes. She does, however, look relieved that the goblins are retreating and no one is missing. Well. Except for Lou. "I'm okay." She says, keeping the flashlight on for now. At least the bar didn't get all shot up this time. "Though...wasn't there someone else?" Lou, she means.

Screw Lou. Ash doesn't care much about anyone else, because as far as she can tell, no one rushed to her rescue. August's help is, rather sadly, nothing she seems to register. And in the way of twenty-somethings every where she rolls herself over so that she can get to her feet, face splotchy and eyes red, and that doesn't even account for the scratches and bruises left by the beast, "Fuck this place."

Itzhak snarls something in Yiddish as the goblins retreat. He launches a punch after one that, as the creature slips across the border, merely impacts one of Easton's tables and cracks it. "I'm good!" he yells back to Julia, anyway, even though he's not 'good' so much as 'longing to rearrange something else's face'. He shoves through overturned chairs to find Isolde and grab her in a tight hug. "I gotta get outta here," he tells her, his voice shaking, "or I'm gonna lose it." He's well on his way to losing it anyway.

Joey is right he hell there making sure those lil fuckers leave and Mikey remains. "Mike, They're workin on it, okay pal?" The phone comes out of his pocket and he is already kicking off a text keeping eyes on the room. Joey sounds fine. hell his beer is still in his hand. He's already reaching out to someone on this but who is anyone's guess. Julia's concern gets the only smile out of him all evening. "I got you, Jules. I'm fine. Lou and Easton? Someone got eyes on em?" Murmuring, "Julia, any chance you can help me get this kid a coke?"

Easton looks around at the broken beer bottles and the general state of the bar. He does a quick headcount and comes up one short. "Oh shit." He tries to check with Ash and help her up, "You okay?" He hears Joey ask after him and he calls, "I'm good. Where's Lou?"

August stands slowly as the goblins retreat. He peers around when Isolde asks about the absence of Lou, but in all honesty, is mostly just glad no one was severely hurt. At least not physically.

He nods at Itzhak. "Yeah--let's get out of here. Easton probably wants to clean up anyways." He glances at Eleanor to make sure she's alright.

"Then let's get outta here." Isolde murmured. She was far more concerned with Itzhak's well-being than with this missing person. Giving Itzhak a tight squeeze. She nods a bit towards August and Eleanor before taking Itzhak's hand to help navigate out of there.

"Someone is missing?" Eleanor whispers to August. "The old man that was here?" she adds, looking over her shoulder to confirm Lou is nowhere to be seen. "Shit. They said he escaped. Was he one of their victims when he was a kid?" Another mystery to add to the murder board.

"Yeah." Hopefuly Easton won't get mad at her for going behind the bar, but the kid could clearly use some caffeine.

"I'm going home." Ash tugs her apron off, anger in every movement as she does it, "I..." She doesn't get very far before she bursts into tears again, making a run towards the back, which is probably totally the safest place to be right now.

Joey gets Mike to move to a booth from the floor and gives Julia a thanks for getting a coke and tells him, ""We'll get you some food and some folks are gonna make sure you're gonna be alright. You wanna call your folks or something you can use my phone." Looking up to Ash running into teh back he doesn't stop her. Adults are not his concern right now. Itzhak and his lady-gal-frined-person seem functional heading out. "Hey, Mike, this is Julia. She's cool. She's safe to talk to okay?" It's her he tells, "Help's comin."