2019-11-02 - Veilpot Is A Helluva Drug

Daisy sits on the steps of the double-wide in a pair of black board shorts, chucks, and an oversized white t-shirt with the words "Well behaved women rarely make history" on it. Her hair, a riot of blue and green, is pulled up on top of her head in a messy knot, as she picks idly at the chipped black polish on her nails, watching Greg as he fidgets around. Her own board is under her feet, which she lazily rolls back and forth a few inches one way and the other where she sits. "You know I'm down," she tells him.

Geoff runs his fingers back through his hair as he listens to Greg, the tattoo artist having shown up today wearing an unzipped hoodie, a t'shirt emblazoned with the word "'murica" across it and a pair of boots. Crossing his arms he arches an eyebrow "So you got these seeds from the veil, and now they're rolled up and we're going to smoke them." he pauses there before shrugging and casting a cocky grin "Sure, why not, it sounds like a good time to me. What's the worst that happens? We get some sort of veil parasite in our lungs?"

Grant looks up from his sweatshirt and happy tucked in place on teh couch. He grins at Greg and croaksn "The benevolent order of the Gray Harbor Order of Stree-Artists, Tradesmen, and Skaters...or GHOSTS is ready to abide, man." He leans over and judges Daisy with his shoulder, goes wide eyes waving his hands and ha, wait wait wait wait! Snacks!" Yeha grab provisions and move then to instead of away from. Sure now he has energy to hop the back of the couch and come back with a bag of chedder cheese combos, pretzels, doritos and a 2 lietre. "...kay."

A very large stuffed teddy bear seems to have been commandeered into a lounge chair for Frankie, or a pillow that she can lean on. Either way, she's sprawled on the ground, the teddy bear half propping her up, knee up and legs crossed. She's sporting color today in rare form, a bright green Green Lantern t-shirt, regular blue jeans and fuzzy rainbow socks pulled over the slim legs of the jeans with an overly large knit cardigan. With pockets. The pockets are the important things, because that is where her hands are, "So...maybe?"

"My boy Quix told me these seeds would give me the best high of my life," Greg explains helpfully, because of course everybody knows who Quix is. He grins over at Geoff with a carefree shrug as he brandishes the blunt and a lighter. "I mean, you got a better plan for a Saturday afternoon than tying on a rare stone? I don't. Shit, I should've got some mushrooms too."

He looks around at the rest of the gang with regret for the missed opportunity. "Oh well. Fuck it. Horcha seeds in 3... 2... 1..."

And without further preamble, he lights the blunt, puffing on it greedily until he succumbs to the usual, expected fit of choking and coughing. Doubling over, he holds the blunt out to Geoff first. After all, he is a guest.

Daisy rolls her eyes a little bit at Grant's theatrics as he goes rushing off into the trailer to get snacks, watching him practically vault the couch inside over her shoulder as she looks back through the door. With a slight shake of her head, she watches Greg light it up, and waits to see if he or Geoff explode into a fountain of glitter. She'll be the second or third person to try almost anything, you know, provided that the first two don't explode. And then Grant is back and she reaches for the doritos, stealing the bag from him. "Thanks," she says. Did he bring those for her? Doesn't matter.

Geoff takes the blunt and after a faint mistrustful look, brings it up to take a deep draw from it, holding it in as he passes the blunt over to Daisy. Though no good draw goes unrewarded and no sooner is the blunt out of his hands then he is coughing a lung up before settling back against the couch "Shit....That's not half bad." smacking his lips he says with a grin "Definitely should have gone with the shrooms man, it would have been a blast."

When neither Geoff nor Greg seem to spontaneously combust, Daisy takes the blunt from him and draws a hit off of it, perhaps aiming for more composure than the guys, but she hacks and coughs at the harshness of it right along with the rest of them, shaking her head after she lets the smoke pour from her lips. "Next time," she agrees on the shrooms and then passes it over to Grant sitting next to her because he's the closest and she can make him get up to bring it to Frankie.

Grant watches the Doritos get grabbed. He blinks and leans over and gives Daisy's cheek a LOUD smooch. Awwww if you can't annoy your besty with thoughfulness and adoration you are doing it wrong! He's a dope, but he's their dope and he's thoughtful with the sharing which is what people sould be doing here. The grabby hand comes out. He snags that from Daisy like diving headlong into an empty pool expecting water to just show up. He takes a long drag and holds it slowly there's finally an exhale and he snuggles back in the couch after Frankie takes it from him. "Gee, if this don't rock your both there's some in my room man. We will consume-" he coughs with a grin, "Smurf village if we want."

What's more funny than the girlfriend of a drug dealer being not a big drug user? Not a whole lot except for when that very same person leaping into the deepend because everyone else is....despite some of their own misgivings about what might happen. Frankie takes a hit that is potentially smaller than others, and then she moves towards where Greg is, holding it out towards him, "Smurf village?"

"Ohshit," Greg comments as the blunt makes it back around to him, and his brows draw down while he considers the smoking gun, so to speak. Very nearly a glare. "...anybody else feel a little bit... weird?" he asks. He pitches his voice toward casual, but misses the mark, landing on awkward instead.

He raises it up like he's considering hitting it anyway, and then with a small sniff holds it back out to whoever thinks they might want more. "It's like it's getting my power high. ...I don't like it." He holds the offender out towards someone else with greater insistence and a dark frown. "I'm gonna kick Quix in the balls if I ever see him again, yo." He shakes his head, making a tsk-tsk sound, and delivers the verdict:

"Bunk A-F."

Geoff simply relaxes and waits for the ride to start "Man...I thought this was gonna be wild, like that high ya get when you're locked in the showers and you have to fight your way out." after a pause he adds "The weed is good though." reaching into his hoodie pocket he pulls out a gas station package of generic shark gummies and opens them up to pop one in his mouth before offering the bag out to anyone else.

There's that feeling of heaviness that starts coming over her, and Daisy lets her eyes drift half-closed as she leans against Grant, smirking just slightly at the smooch to her cheek, loud as it is in her ear. She lets her half-lidded gaze drift over to Greg and both of her brows arch upward a little, "Feels like what?" She reaches out a grabby-hand toward the shark gummies that Geoff has in his hands. With the other hand she makes a grabby-hand at the blunt. Maybe another hit will illuminate her as to what Greg is talking about.

There's a knock on the double-wide's door, and a dark haired head sticks inside. "Greg? Sorry I'm late. But I'm here." And in walks Julia, though she stops a bit as sge sees all the other people. She's supposed to play desi-D for all of these people? Nonetheless, she slips further inside. "Hi," she says awkwardly, waving her hand, and adding, "I'm Julia." For those that don't know her.

Grant sighs and tells Greg, "Yeeeees and that's why I see a shrink." Smart ass. Looking to Geoff, "Shit that sounds like a great first date to me. He reaches over and takes the joint from Greggo anddips his fingers into Geoff's gummies. He gives one to Daisy and takes another hit off the squirly joint. The arm slides around Daisy giving her head a pat. "Suuuup Jules. Here. You're like in time. I think. Well... we weren't going nowhere so you're not late." The conflagrated party favor is held out to her.

"Like you're getting your power high?" Frankie seems to be caught by that, and it actually looks like she might just be alarmed about what the implications of that are. The offer of the joint is passed on, and instead she glances around, looking from one person to the next, squinting at them before she wiggles her fingers a bit, looking like she might just check on this whole getting powers high thing. Until someone new turns up, and she tucks her hands behind her back instead, offering a smile to Julia, "Hi."

Greg nods to Frankie with a concerned frown, but then he turns to track down the blunt, grab it, and take another uninhibited lungful. After the ensuing coughing fit, he offers the thing out again to whoever would like to have it next.

"Hi Julia!" he greets when that worthy arrives. "So it's five high grown up kids instead of one," he clarifies for her with a helpless shrug. "A lot of people wanted to try Veil drugs, I guess?" He scratches at the stubble on his chin as he looks between Julia and Frankie, gathering his thoughts. "Yeah, it fucks with my power somehow. Like it's there, but it's clumsy... like it's high." He shrugs, unsure how else to frame it.

"Let me see if shit even works right, right now," Greg declares, and situates his feet carefully on his skateboard. He reaches within himself to try and grasp that skittery, left-handed whatever that won't seem to act right, Not currently woke to what anyone (everyone?) else may be going through, he tries to float the board up just a little bit. Just a tiny little lift off and sustain to see that things are at least working like they should, if somewhat fucked-uppedly.

Geoff 's eyes widen and a he moves his mouth as if to try to form words before simply deciding on "Fuck." he's there, he's not there. Hands clapping together he tastes the smell and decides that he likes it "Guys you've got to---" And he kind of trails off there as he's now rubbing his arm against the fabric of the couch and indulging in the sensations it provides "It's in my head, but it's not. Like a goblin with snip rewiring all my shit." closing his eyes he tries to focus on the elusive drug goblin his head and see if he can make sense on how his sense are working now. "Man this is some great shit"

Julia holds out an averring hand toward Grant. "Not partaking. I was actually here to keep an eye on Greg while he took it, but wasn't expecting so many people." Is there a place to park here ass? Julia will find one. "Not sure how I can juggle everyone but...I guess I'll try?"

Grant snorts and jsut closes his eyes halfway. The gummy bear is popped in his mouth and he waves his free hand a bit as if expecting subtitles iluminate below his hand while he's chewing because who else fucking signs? He looks a little concerned signing /This is a no scary talk zone. I'v ehad a bad week okay?/

"What the fuck..." Frankie shakes her head, her hands lifting upwards from behind her back, the heels of them starting to get rubbed into her eyes as she tries to parse through....well, everything. Strangely she seems to be able to keep the rising tide of panic under control, despite the whole thing being as uncomfortable as a too tight dress with itchy seams.

The lack of proper memory/time function does not seem to be settling easily with her, nor does the concept of her powers being boned. So when Greg starts trying things out, Frankie drops her hands from her eyes, glancing towards him curiously before she reaches over with one hand towards Greg, her finger pushing against his temple as she tries her level best to tap into something that usually comes easily to project a thought at him. It's a song, because she's totally using this like a non-visual boombox moment.

Daisy squints over at Julia when she arrives, not recognizing her and says, "Hey," though she is a bit high and asks, "Why is she juggling us?" to Grant. "I'm pretty sure I don't want to be juggled while I'm high." Then there are doritos, and she digs into the bag to grab one and pop it into her mouth, watching Julia with a sort of idle curiosity. "Do we know her?" she asks Grant. Clearly Grant must, since she seemed to have been addressing him.

Greg looks after the lost skateboard wheel with a scowl. "Those are brand new Spitfires," he complains bitterly.

Or at least he complains most of it, because somewhere right around 'Spit' the board seems to erupt out from under him, dart up through the air, and give him the Mark of the Beast with a truck right upside the head to the temple.

Seeing stars, Greg sprawls on his back on the ground, looking up with a dazed expression. "Oww. What the fuck was that?!"

Julia gets to her feet, kind of walking around and checking out each person to see that they're not having too awful of a trip. Daisy's blather gets a concerned look, though she heads over to Greg and offers him a hand-up.

Geoff something in the fact that the flying skateboard just whacked Greg sets Geoff to snickering, clearly finding it amusing "In mother russia, skateboard whacks you comrade." There's just a lazy smile on his lips, after all if he can't fight this trip he's going to damn well enjoy the ride. One arm spreading along the back of the couch as he doesn't even consider the rogue ride might turn on the rest of them, no this all has to be on Greg, right?

Daisy gasps as Greg gets whacked in the head with his own skateboard and exclaims something, but whatever comes out of her mouth sounds a lot like "Eep op ork ah ah." She blinks, looks confused, and then makes another go at it but it just comes out as, "Snoodle burger snout urf blegh." That's disconcerting. Whatever else is going on with the others, Daisy just sits there muttering to herself, none of it coming out in any kind of a sensical way.

Grant is making that face. There is a disturbance in the force. Grant is an expressive guy so having the cool head on his shoulders if anything is neat, cool, or even keen? Oh he's 1000% on board. When something is off or theres a bug crawling up the inside of his pantleg? Oh you'll know about it and this is why he'd have been a terrible lawyer. The man has no bluff.

He answers Frankie since Daisy is honking like a goose, "Didn't you... read the post-it? I put it right on the... Oh On the thingie for therecycler..." The look isn't that off of a child that eats baking chocolate instead of store candy chocolate and that is disturbing, alarm, and panic. I she starting to hyperventilate? He wriggles from around Daisy to reach, and spits the bear out into his hand and reaches for a kleenex to not put the half chewed bear in but to wipe his tongue with. It's going as well as one can expect.

The blabbering just sort of gets an owlish blink, "What's she saying?" Frankie is almost distracted by that, from both her effort to mentally sing some tune or another to Greg, and the fact that he's getting beat to death with his own skateboard. Well, just hit in the head. When that hits her awareness there is an alarmed squeak, and Frankie doesn't do something like offer to help him up, instead she throws herself on the ground and Greg, hands reaching for his head as she does the worst possible thing in the world and tries to fix the damage that she hath wrought.

"Oh shit, no, no...It's not time for the animal hole yet!" Frankie is potentially going to be the cause of the animal hole burial, but it wasn't supposed to be today of all days. But, post-it? She glances in Grant's direction, "The what?"

"Can you get up, Greg?" Julia asks in concern. Her hand is still held out, but she seems inclined to take a step back with Frankie there. "You're the bruja on the boardwalk, right?" she inquires of the woman, looming a little but otherwise not interfering. "Is he okay?"

Greg looks up owlishly from his place beneath Frankie, his hand coming up to rub at his temple. His fingers touch wetness, and he holds his hand in front of his face to see that it's blood.

"I'm going to smash the fucking shit out of that board," Greg promises. He looks between Julia and Frankie, squinting at her. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asks her. "I'm pretty sure that's what I'm supposed to say." He presses his hand against his 'battle wound', wincing.

Grant whimpers and looks to Frankie, and manages somehow with gummy bear in hand he's trying to wipe clean and trying not to eat the kleenex to gesture Trash. resumebox!?// Now he looks around and there's that 2 liter and uncaps it. He removes the kleenex and starts to create a tiny blast radius of debris at his feet to drink right from teh bottle then offers it to Daisy and Frankie. Looking to Greg his eyes go wide, "Nooooo dude I painted that don't kill my baby!"

Daisy doesn't even notice the bottle that Grant is offering her because she's too busy trying to make words come out of her face in some kind of coherent string. It's not happening, though. Instead there's just more gibberish and it's rapidly making her more and more frustrated.

Geoff sighs as he leans forward, unable to help that shit eating grin that's still pulling at his lips "Man, I thought you were good with that thing. You can't go letting it beat you like that." His words are slow and purposeful as if he's having to concentrate on making them come out right "Want me to try and patch you up there buddy? "

"Greg." Julia chides solemnly, "This is too much." With a sigh, she calls out loudly, "Any of you do the healing people thing? If you do, get your ass over here."

The question from Julia gets a look, then she actually laughs at the question, "I guess, yeah." But then Frankie remembers that Greg is dying (not really), and she stops laughing to look back down at him, hands starting to pet his hair, "Shh, baby. I'll explain to Scratch where you went, and we'll give you the best funeral...ever." She makes a slightly agreeable sound, possibly a yes at the healing, or at the someone needing to heal, or at whatever gibberish Grant is spouting, but she's distracted by trying to bond with Greg in his last minutes on Earth.

"Baby..." Greg fights through the black spots to see Frankie's face, squinting up at her and probably making a huge mess of her nice cardigan by clutching at her with his bloody hand. "Don't tell Scratch I got aced by my own skateboard." His tone is still deadpan, but then it's possible Greg would knowingly deadpan all the way to the grave. He looks around the group, his eyes blinking irrespective of one another and altogether too slowly.

"I don't want to walk the dog, Mom," he tells Geoff with a frown. "I wanted to get a cat."

The frustration of being unable to get out anything that Daisy wants to say eventually has her just stopping. She's silent, and furious, and her hands are balled up in fists. It's only then that she notices that Greg is on the ground and Grant and Frankie are over by him. Her eyes widen a little bit, and she stumbles to her feet in his direction, to try and see what's going on.

Grant is mostly certain he's not dying but he's going to rescue the skateboard from Greg and try not to trip and die on the coffee table. He grabs the skateboard and puts his hand on Greg's shoulder to fix him. Yeah he was a paladin in their last D&D campaign which means he' like way totes qualified for this. Instead his eyes water up and he looks to Frankie and then Daisy and the tears OH GOD THEA TEARS, and a sniffle! Oh he falls back from Greg and hugs the skateboard signing to Daisy but she don't sign. He's clearly upset. Even though Greg is moving he is probably already dead.

This cluster-fuck is a little more than Julia expected, as she too stands over Greg a moment. Is she regretting this? Oh, damn right she is. But she goes over to Grant, a hand on her hip. "Okay, you. You the healer? C'mon now, you can tell me."

Shit. Frankie doesn't even realize that she's ging down the pathway of nonsense talking, because she keeps on talking. It's all very dramatic, there are no tears, though. Grant handles the crying portion of this situation, and instead she is likely talking about elaborate plans to replace Greg with some random dude to be step-dad to Scratch, after she buries Greg in the animal sacrifice grave for dying before the planned time. Blood doesn't seem to bother her, and with the cardigan ruined already she moves to cover her hand with her sleeve to start dabbing at Greg's wounded head. Then she looks over at Daisy and tries to say...something. Who the fuck knows what she's saying, though.

Geoff seems content to lounge there on the couch when Grant steps up and attempts to make Greg better. He seems mildly amused, but then again ever since the display of slapstick and that great noise and flavor the board made when it cracked against Greg's head he's just been in a good mood. When Grant fails he shakes his head "Nah man you've got to do it with style." And just like that he raises his hand in an altogether menacing manner towards Greg and well...It doesn't heal him.

Greg's eyes blink one at a time towards Julia. "You always take Mom's side," he tells her with a dark frown. "If I want to eat my dessert first, I'm a big boy now."

Grant and Frankie soon steal his attention, and he smiles at the latter while Frankie dabs at his head. Whatever inane commentary he was going to offer to Grant is quickly washed away by the encroaching flood of Geoff, though, and he goggles at the magenta-haired homie as his already mixed-up brain tries to process it all, fails, and more or less settles on taking a brief hiatus.

Grant is so upset all he can do it huddle behind the skateboard and sob. His friend is dead and his ghost is smiling at him. When Julia as if he's a healer he just shakes his head NUUUUUUUU! Oh god the head shaking was a BAD idea and this is just a bad time for Baxter. A hand, a flapping hand gropes out in the darkness and latches onto someone's pantleg.

Geoff shares it all with Greg, oh it's great there's the /high/ and that rattling around in his head like a goblin with snip and the yellows are plums, and the sounds are the smell of zucchini and the world is /great/ and Geoff is also incredibly aroused. It's natural. Greg gets all that, all that and Geoff's strange hankering for an arby's sandwich.

Dab. Dab. Frankie is oblivious to the horror that is what is going on with this healing and misfiring that is going on. She's just trying to wipe up blood, but not even paying attention to if the blood is still even there, or if she's just smearing it all around with the attempts. She is looking at Grant, then Daisy, then Julia, and then Geoff before again returning to Greg, who gets the sad smile of someone that is certain she's going to need to remember where she put the shovel here soon.

Julia mutters, "Si otro hombre dice que soy como una hermana para el, voy a gritar..." through clenched teeth. "Anybody else?" Part of her wants to leave this mess where it is and go home, becauwe little boys sticking their fingers in dikes have more control over their situation than she does. But her conscience won't let her leave while Greg is hurt and everyone is batshit out of their minds. Conclusion: Veil drugs are bad, mmmkay?

Daisy makes her way over to Greg, and frowns. She just elbows her way past anyone who is in her way to do so because she's not attempting to talk anymore. She gives a whole "talk to the hand" gesture and then she kneels down next to him and she tries to see where the damage is, to knit him together again, to fix what has been broken, but even as she tries to summon up her abilities, it just.. doesn't work. The threads don't connect, the cells don't knit, the patterns don't reform, much like the patterns in her mind won't form words, and she looks momentarily horrified before she slumps backward and just stares. At him. At her hands. Back at him.

Julia's brows furrow. People are using abilities...sort of willy nilly, but nobody seems to be accomplishing anything. She can't put her finger on exactly what's going on, but she knows it's fucked up. So she takes up a perch, waiting to see if the others manage to tend to Greg. If not, the emergency room may be in order.

"Mmmmm, they got the meats," Greg moans in an extremely sexual tone, suddenly waggling his eyebrows at Frankie. Whether it's smart or not, he strains to sit up, rubbing at his head. "I taste colors," he also comments, and he slowly grins. Synesthesia? That's just a signpost of a good high. Thanks, Geoff! His eyes rove Frankie in a bold and inappropriate way, grinning. "I'm pretty sure..."

Then he trails off again as another extremely strange and alien presence crashes into his rarefied awareness, and bringing with it all of Daisy's emotions, topmost of which seems to be a mounting sense of horror which begins to war within Greg's mind against Geoff's enjoyable synesthesiatic trip.

"Oh fuck, bad trip," Greg declares, and if his own emotional content has any vegetables in this stew, it's the mounting anxious horror that thought brings him. "I probably better sleep this off," he wisely suggests in a fairly panicked tone.

Geoff eventually just falls asleep, revelling in this high. He'll be nigh impossible to wake and if someone attempts to move him, they'll find out about his aptitude for sleep fighting.

When Daisy's emotions pour into Greg they are a mixture of frustration, horror that her healing isn't working at all and abject confusion, all wrapped up with that haywire sense that things are not right but not understanding why. She still can't speak, and so she has no way of conveying those things. So instead, she just sits there, holding her head in her hands as she receives Greg's emotions in return, curled up on herself in the grass.

The meats comment hits Frankie like a wet blanket to the face, and she mentally trips over this until Greg starts to eyeball her in an entirely inappropriate way, and instead of getting upset, or offended by the timing she just smiles right back at him. Her bloody hands move to his face, patting at his cheeks, "Okay. You can show me your meats."

Which is not a sentiment that is helped by this anxious horror, and instead she keeps trying to soothe, or hit on him? Hard to say at this point, but there is petting involved, like Greg is one great big fluffy puppy dog. Of course, she nods, "Sure, sleep." Nothing could go wrong with "sleep". But with him sitting up she starts to get up, offering him the help up, giving Grant and Daisy looks, sympathetic ones, maybe?

Grant peeks over the skateboard and he whispers (not...whispering, Grant) "Greg... your ghost is so lifelike." Oh man do not take him to go see any movie where the dog dies if this is any sort of sign. He'll ether be a kiddie pool of tears or fight the screen and lose. "Well who is gonn a be Scratch's dad now?" He looks to Julia an dmurmurs, "You're tall," (no she's standing, Grant), "Youc an do it."

Julia is also tall. "I don't know who Scratch is." she advises Grant gently, still watching the group.

As Geoff falls asleep, Greg's own desire to sleep rises like a tide. He lays back down on the ground, his eyes fluttering closed, and starts to curl up. "I don't want to play anymore," he tells his friends, wrapping his arms around his head. "I'm horny and confused and my head really hurts, and think I might die without a sandwich from Arby's because I'm just having a really bad trip and I'm going to sleep until it goes away," he also says. He takes a long time saying it, between the probable brain damage and the sleeping Geoff vibes pinging off his brain.

"I don't know." Frankie answers Grant about who is going to be Scratch's dad now, looking actually sad about the prospect of it all. Or that Greg is dying. When he lays back down she curls up next to him, using the corner of her cardigan to drape over one whole square inch of him like a blanket. Clearly she's just going to lay here, too. Because what else is there to do? She has to show brand loyalty here, although she could just go fetch a sandwich for him instead. That'd be the truly caring thing to do.