2020-04-28 - Something is Missing...

Maggi had sworn she had been wearing her leather jacket when she came downtown earlier. Currently dressed in ripped black jeans and a Joan Jett tee, she is combing back through shops she was pretty sure she had not even been in. One earbud in, She looks at the child and then sniffs herself warily. Nope, not her.

What's downtown? Lots of things. Including, it seems, pastries. Because Abby is just strolling down the street, nibbling at something flaky and probably full of creamy, sugary goodness. Except she's got her phone out in her other hand, tapping out a message, which may have pushed her out on the street. She's in a denim jacket over a vintage-y floral a-line dress, gray tights and comfy looking flat boots. The mention of a smell makes her pause, nostrils quivering, but it's mostly cinnamon, on account of the pastry. She does offer Maggi a quick flick of her fingers in a sort of wave, flashing a small smile over.

It may only be April but Park is dressed for summer - shame the chill weather didn't feel the same way. Sneakers, mini-skirt, t-shirt, and sports jacket that is about three sizes too big for her. An everpresent laptop in her shoulder bag and a Pokemon shaped cap atop her head - obviously dressed to impress. For some reason she finds the work on the sewer fascinating. Watching with wide eyes as the man descends into Hell. Not being a shy soul, she will happily strike up a conversation with Mr. Clipboard. "Is it blocked again? The toilets at our house are always getting blocked. I blame the boys. I mean, why do they spend hours in there? They always complain how the girls are going to the toilets every couple of minutes but we only go for, like, twenty seconds. They go twice and day and spend hours in there. Do you find the same thing? Anyway, if our toilets ever get blocked it is invariably after one of the boys have been in there. I'm convinced they even take lunch in there. Oh, how rude of me. My name is Park. Or Mee if you prefer. Are you on overtime?"

Having been doing a family visit, Scott is currently making his way down the street, whistling a bit to himself as he makes his way. He's currently stuck in his own thoughts, as he makes his way along, so far all caught up in his own mind.

Maggi grins at Abby and returns the wave. “What’s happening cinnamon bun?” She asks casually. Abby is always so kind and put together that Maggi worries in a ‘too pure for this world’ way. “Do you smell salt? Is that a sign of a heart attack?” Oh god, was she dying? First jacket amnesia, now salt? This was surely the end. Goodbye cruel world.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm fi..." Abby starts to answer after swallowing whatever piece of pastry was in her mouth, but stops herself at Maggi's question, raising an eyebrow sharply. "Salt? Hmmm. I guess - kind of? A little bit. And I'm pretty sure it's not a sign of a heart attack! I've never heard of that one, so you're probably safe. Unless it's a secret sign they don't teach us at nursing school," she comments with a reassuring smile, then lifts her nose a little higher for a better whiff, gaze drawn across the street towards the manhole.

"Huh..." Scott offers to himself, looking around for a few moments. When he sees Park, he heads over in her direction, offering her a bit of a grin, before he looks around again. "Hey..." He pauses after a few moments. "What's the smell?"

Park screws up her nose at the mildew smell. "Oh gosh, that smells like the boy's sheets." It seems she is about to start another spiel when it is obvious Mr. Clipboard is busy. "I'll leave you to your job. Nice to meet you!" A fingerwave to Jimmy before she calls down the manhole. "I hope you find your valve!" Oh look, there's one of the boys she mentioned. "Scott!" An excited wave to go with her excited greeting. "How are you?" She greets her bandmate with a hug. "I think it's coming out of the sewer, which wouldn't be too unusual. They've lost a valve." That last added with a solemn nod as if she knows exactly what she's talking about.

Maggi looks relieved for all of about three seconds, watching Abby before shit goes sideways. She totally panics as she notices the man who resembles an orange in a bobbing for apples game. Maggi is usually more careful about using glimmer, especially with how it triggers Leon, but that dude was in deep shit, probably literally. She didn’t know how sewers worked...

Her eyes sparkle with blue fire for a moment before hopefully the drowning stops. She looks at Abby apologetically. “Sorry! Life and death stuff is forgivable right?” The auburn headed lass was unlikely to have any true idea of Maggi’s internal moral quandary, but she sought validation anyway.

Abby glances at the pastry in her hand, and tucks it, powdery sugar and all, into a jacket pocket. Once the pastry is safe, she gives Maggi a confused look, eyes narrowing for a moment, but clearly confused by the apologetic look. "Life and death stuff is probably fine, I'm sure!" That's meant to be warmly encouraging, nodding her approval at Maggi. Not quite sure what she's approving.

Abby then licks sugar off her lips, glances towards the manhole again, and starts approaching, with a kind of careful but determined steadiness to her stride. That comes to a halt when the ground rumbles under her boots. "Hmmm." She starts to slowly sidle away.

Thankfully, Park isn't too far away from the manhole when there is a sewerage eruption. She rushes over to look, horrified at the gurgling and heaving water, and the poor man being swept away. Without a second's thought about nasty men, Park does her best to 'grab' the worker with her mind. He's heavy. And she's light. The strain obvious on her face from the beginning. Additional rumbling ignored as she tries to at least drag the man towards the ladder. No way can she lift him.

Scott blinks a few time as the chaos erupts, frowning. "We need to do..." he begins, frowning as he hears what's said, and sees the manhole cover rocket skywards. "Get out of the way," he calls out, just in case someone didn't notice the flying manhole cover.

Maggi has a personal favorite children’s book that she read even now sometimes: ‘Alexander and the no good very bad day’. It would seem to be one of those at current. She should probably just go home and take a nap. Maybe have some Chai and put on Bowie. Close her eyes even, like shutting the door to a cabinet, hearing a clanging, and letting it be someone else’s problem...

“God, this is like a whole thing.” Maggi groans dramatically looking to Abby. “Our problem right?”

As more stuff blows and water sprays into the air and the ground rumbles, Abby starts to back away a little faster from the scene, phone out and up by her ear, thumb efficiently dialing 911. "It's probably best to back away! Gosh. I hope this doesn't go out very far," she calls out, gesturing at people to move off general direction of the sewer line. At least, as much as she can guess at it from the position of the two manholes that are having trouble. Glancing at Maggi, she points to her phone, "I'm calling 911... I'm really not very good with pipes!"

Park jumps up and down and applauds as Don is rescued. She doesn't think she had anything to do with it but it all ended well. Ended? Not quite. As now there is manhole cover shooting up into the air. Those things are heavy but Park should be able to deal with one that comes her way...famous last words. A thumbs up to Scott's quick thinking before that horrible smell is even worse. "Oh my gosh, I am going to have to burn these clothes" she pouts before offering a sweet smile for Don. "Are you okay? You have a little..." A gesture towards some unidentifiable liquidy mass on his clothes. "...umm...stuff on you."

Scott winces at the smell and the general chaos. "So, is there some way to turn off the water or something?" he asks, without really being sure who he's asking. Nodding a bit as he sees Abby calling 911. Good thinking there.

Abby is calling in people to come fix this, but there were in fact current problems. Grumbling, Maggi notices one of Newton’s laws in action and cringes. Ahh yes a mini van headed directly towards danger. She could let it hit some soccer moms children and deplete the next generation of Stepfords...but she also couldn’t live with that. Entering into the head of someone she imagined was probably named Karen (it was the haircut), she plants a crude bunny illusion to try to get the van to swerve.

This takes way more effort than she would like. Uggg if only Leon were here.

Abby is pretty good at talking to emergency services, clear and to the point, even if she's not seeing anyone immediately injured. She just sort of ducks out of the way, phone in hand, talking into it while her eyes sweep across the chaotic scene unfolding down the street. Her nose wrinkles up, nostrils flared as she takes in that odd damp scent. "Is everyone okay!?"

The businessman has had a lot of his mind lately, and instead of turning to the bottle he figures it may be best to go for a walk. There's no telling where this wandering 'semi out of sorts' fella will wind up but, ta da, seems like it's downtown. Unfortunately, he didn't imagine that strange things would be afoot now. Yes, there's pretty blonde women to distract him, but if vans are driving where they shouldn't, /that/ actually might be more attention grabbing. He doesn't rush into the fray but he does pause, as if to try to assess the situation, assuming he's clear headed enough to do so.

Lyric walks everywhere, but it just so happens that she comes by at the inopportune time. Her bandmates are the first to get her attention and she meanders over towards them. Any unpleasantness is summarily ignored for the moment in favor of the more happy greeting she throws them by way of a wave! "Hi!" Vocalizing the wave in a cheerful way that probably seems really out of place here and now.
The others around are noted of course, but for now she has tunnel vision. "What's goin' on?"

Thankfully, Park has no crabgrass on her to whither (that was a nasty rumor), so she smiles sweetly in return before her attention is drawn to the imminent collision of steel manhole cover and aluminium shelled vehicle. A squeak of alarm before a dramatic flinging of her arms to help focus an attempt to knock the cover onto a different path. She doesn't need to but it looks cool...right? Park has never really used her 'powers' before but the excitement of the moment, and the need to save people, has her throwing caution to the wind. "Please work" she mumbles to herself because that will make all the difference.

"Oh, hey, Lyric" she pipes up brightly at the greeting. "Things are exploding" she warns, as if recounting a pleasant trip to the store.

Scott frowns as he looks around, looking decidedly unsure of what to do now. "STOP!" he calls out towards the ones driving where that cover might land, shaking his head a bit to himself. He looks around rather carefully, pausing as he hears Lyric offering her a grin. "Hey," he offers, still keeping an eye for whatever happening next.

From the same direction as Lyric, Everett's head is down, looking in the windows of the buildings he wanders past. When Lyric walks towards her bandmates, the thug takes note, shifting his attention from window shopping to her course, and then back again for another minute. Big hands tuck into his back pockets before he checks to make sure the coast is clear and then heads after Lyric, more than a few paces behind.
Like a lost puppy.

The screeching tyres cause his focus to turn and winces at the collision.

August steps out of Memento Mori, empty-handed this time; nothing to really strike his fancy for this particular trip. He's thinking of heading into Espresso Yourself for a coffee before heading back to the shop, and because he looks that way, he sees (and hears) all of...this.

It's a lot to take in. He stares, blinking, trying to put everything together. "What the goddamned hell..." He recognizes a few people caught up in the chaos (Park from karaoke and the band Itzhak's in, Abby, Sefhan), which has him wondering if this isn't just your usual shitty Tuesday. He heads towards to madness, making a face when the smell reaches him.

Stefhan isn't into construction, and his 'newfound' abilities are not something he feels comfortable using but he doesn't regard himself as a dunce, at least in most cases. Cables and wires are something he might know 'something' about since the notion of computers tied into wired networks isn't unheard of, but he's not the most intelligent engineer. Still, he thinks that he could be of use in a more mundane fashion. He rushes over to try to determine the cable's power source and see if there's 'some' possible way to shut it off. Active power cable=bad bad bad, especially in chaos.

"Oh ew." The smell immediately affects Lyric who crinkles her nose and shakes her head even as she lifts a hoodie sleeve to her nose to sort of block it out. Ah spring fresh laundry scent. Until it smells like someone crapped a laundry sheet as the overwhelming smell permeates the laundry scent and she can still smell it again. Parks greeting is met with a worried look, but she looks back for Everett and reaches for him to sort of tug him after her. "It smells soo bad." The collision affects her less. Until the cable snaps and she watches it with wide eyes. "Downtown is broken," she states in a matter-of-fact voice.

The golden blonde is about ready to pull her hair out. This is like one of those shitty strategy games Mac kept telling her to try. This was already giving her a headache, and involved much more fucks given than she liked. “Stefhan!” She yells to the O’douls drinker, “Water is about to come out of the other manhole, move or get higher!” Water+electricity=bad. Maggi really hoped he moved. In general she hoped things stopped breaking.

Park is being really shiny this evening - poor girl knows no better. But she is getting a bit tired out by all these superheroics. "I though it smelled like the boy's sheets" she nods sagely to Lyric. "How come you moved out of the band room? Are you going solo?" Park pouts but this is probably not the time or place for such conversations. Not when she makes the quick calculation most others have made that electricity and water don't mix. "Stefhan!" she yells in half greeting, half warning, before she is focusing that keen mind on grabbing the cable before it hits the ground. At least it weighs less than her...just.

Stefhan hasn't been drinking in the last hour, but maybe he should have, or maybe he's just not making much sense as it is. Yet, water+electricity=bad but it would be worse if more people might be in harms way. Gritting his teeth though, he tries to do what he can to resolve the active electricity cable and screams, "Come on!" His goal, to turn the breaker off. It shouldn't be too complicated, right? There is a breaker switch he tries to throw. Fortunately for now, Maggi's gorgeous hair doesn't distract him too much, but the pandemoium has just started. Then Park calls after him too, oy vey, too many blonde women in this town. If he ends up being a hero instead of an idiot, it'll be a miracle.

His attention is still on the collision, but Everett gives a glance at the tugging, and offers a soft smile down to the platinum blonde. "We gotta do something," he murmurs with his deep voice, "yeah?" Checking the area isn't near the power line, Everett stands still, watching the goings on. From up here, he must not be able to smell whatever it is Lyric's talking about or...
Subtly, Everett ducks his head while lifting his left arm, and makes a face with a gentle shake of his head. No, not him. He looks around at the people shouting, and then down at Lyric. "Maybe tell the people to stay in their cars?"

Abby? Not shiny. But then again, she's already done her civic 911-calling duty, and she's standing by in case of victims. While trying to avoid becoming a victim herself. As the two cars collide, she winces, glances both ways down the road and starts to head that way at a brisk pace, if only to check in on the drivers and passengers for any injuries. The mention of water coming out of the other manhole makes her scowl that way, but she hasn't yet noticed anything else amiss, so - things will be just fine!

Lyric giggles at the comment about the boys sheets. "I didn't move out. My bunk bed and stuff and all my things are still in the room, I just sleep in the other room some nights." Most nights! "We can kick the boys out to that room though and we can have the room with the good bathroom." It's probably not a conversation for now, but if anyone would have it here and now, it's Lyric and Park. "That way we can just share a room. Sounds like a good idea Scott?" Everett gains her attention then and she bobs her head. "Yeah we better, I guess. 'For someone gets hurt." Another nod, "You tell 'em. But with it smellin' so bad.. maybe they won't want out."

Maggi, Park, Lyric, Abby....the four of them and likely some others have one advantage against him, they're BLONDE! But he's focused on his resolved so haha, while the ladies could easily be his kryptonite he resists their charms to stand tall and act as Super Stefhan! Able to resist blonde beauty every now and then. There's something that might have happened up the street and, whether there's other wires or not, he rushes to try to find something behind a certain car. It may not be a human, but he things something is there!

P ark is quite surprised to feel how heavy that cable is. She plugs in cables at home all the time and they were nowhere near this weight. At least it all works out in the end. And even the water seems to have calmed down.

"Good work, Stefhan!" she calls out, giving him a thumbs up before nodding to Lyric. "Sure, we can have a girls room and a boys room. As long as we still all jam together. We need to stay united! United we band, divided we bawl. See what I did there? Hey, Everett. You are soooo tall. How do you do it? We should probably help people." Park fishes around in her bag for some deodorant before frowning at what she finds. "Dang, I only have a roll-on." A shrug before she offers to roll some on anyone who wants it. Under the nose may be best,

While Lyric talks to him, Everett's attention turns back up and double-takes. A soft frown creases his forehead. He pauses with consideration, then decides, "Nah! Musta been a cat." Looking back down at Lyric, he nods softly, "Ok." Reaching over, Everett squeezes Lyric's shoulder and then heads towards the the mini-van. Time to quell or add to public panic.

Dark biker raps a knuckle of the front passenger window waiting for it to roll down before he can check to see if she, and especially her little monsters are ok.

August heads towards Lyric, at first thinking maybe one of them is going to need to hold the electrical cable out of the water (and not with their hands), but Stefhan's got that under control. "What the hell is going on?" he asks Lyric, giving Park a brief up-nod at the same time.

"I sometimes play solo at different places, but I'm not leavin' the band. Sometimes Itzhak plays too, with me. But not a lot." Lyric finishes her reassurances to Park. She doesn't use the roll-on though, kinda skipping out on a thing that was under an arm going under her nose.

"Hi August." Lyric greets him as he approaches while Everett is walking away. "Downtown is broken. There was a crash, the sewer cover is over there," she points it out, "The wires fell, maybe from the sewer cover. It smells so bad. No one is gonna buy coffee if the smell gets inside there." Which he knows the owner, so that may be high priority. "What do you think I should do?"

Stefhan felt like he was a man on a mission to try to save a cat but, cats, by nature, normally do what they want as they want. He continues to try to reach the area where the cat may be and calls out, "Here kitty kitty." Yeah, good luck with that.

August listens to the litany of chaos. Well, it's true the smell (which he's working real hard on not thinking about) is going to make doing business in this area impossible. "You mean the manhole cover...flew up there and cut the power line?" He doesn't bother trying to mask how implausible he finds that.

Of course...

He starts looking around for weird things out of place. Or not in place. In the process he sees and hears Stefhan. "That guy lose his cat?"

Maggi looks about for further danger, on the confused side of what had just occurred. Everyone around her was being so cheerful she was pretty sure that they must be on drugs, drugs she honestly wish she had at this point. At least Stefhan was safe...She doesn't notice anything for the time being other than the arrivals of others finally. "Hi." She says tiredly to August. "First a piece was missing in the sewers, then a pipe broke I fixed...it keeps going..."

Abby is over by the two crashed cars, quickly peeking in to ensure no one's injured, gesturing at them to stay inside with a polite, firm smile firmly set on her face. "Oh, I'm sure it wasn't anybody's fault. Is everyone okay? No one's hurt, right. Please stay inside for now, just in case," she suggests, before peeling off with a curious glance and small shrug in Everett's direction, before heading over towards the fire trucks to explain the situation, such as it is. Whatever it is. It's hard to say. It involves manholes. Abby isn't an expert. "It just flew right up in the air! I'm not sure anyone's injured yet, but..." she turns to survey the street again, a shallow crease etched on her brow.

Do you know what all of this is? All of this is noisy. All of this is interrupting the rhythm of the work day. ...also it's quite possible all of this is resulting in electricity not going to every shop it ought to be and that scent may be beginning to waft onward from the street itself, though it probably hasn't yet managed to overpower the pleasanter scents within the patisserie yet. Almost definitely not, given the way Vyv's nose wrinkles a few momnts after the shop's rear door flings itself open and the chef stalks out in his whites to figure out what, as has so eloquently been put, the hell is going on. The chances there would have been a demand to that effect are fairly high, if the street weren't full of identifiable mayhem as it is. He stands at the mouth of the small alley the shop backs up on, arms crossed, surveying the general damage before he dips into his apron to pull out his phone and call 911. Yes, he can tell the fire trucks are trying to get there. They are clearly not currently there enough.

"Hey," August says to Maggi's greeting. He sees her Glimmer but doesn't know her, so there's a wariness in how he surveys her. Introductions will probably have to wait. "Missing. Like someone took it?" He glances at Don and Jimmy, decides to also ask, "Did they say what was missing?"

"Hi!" Park grins and waves to August in return to his casual upnod. "You need some deodorant?" She thrusts forward the roll-on. "Maybe smear it under your nose to keep the smell away? Like this..." She illustrates how to apply it under her nose before screwing it up in reaction, her eyes watering a little before a cough. "Okay, maybe not as good an idea as I thought."

Maggi gets a strange look. "You fixed the water pipe? How? I mean, you're not in uniform. Oh, they called you in while you were off duty. Cool. You did a good job." Park glances over at the collision. Everything seems to be in order - though children are probably screaming in terror. Not from the crash but rather the looming figure of Everett.

"Oh, there was a valve missing" Park offers to August while pointing at Dom and Jimmy (the sewerage workers). Stefhan has lost his son? Oh no! "Hey, what's that bus doing?"

Stefhan thinks that he saw a cat in the distance, but truth be told he's only bonded to one. While he does maintain a interest in kitties generally speaking, he decides to go back to the group where the chaos began. Spotting Abby, for rather obvious reasons, he waves to her and if he manages to get close enough he asks, "Are you ok? Anything I can do to help?"

Returning the small shrug to Abby, Everett watches the cat-lady go on her way. Probably repeating information the soccer Mom's already heard, Everett replies what he sees out here. And offers some hard-candy from his leather biker jacket. Take it. Take my candy.

Then he returns. "No," he says to Lyric, "I guess the cat-lady had the same idea I had. Lovely kids," said while jerking his thumb over his shoulder. He stops next to Lyric. "Hey, you," he offers Park and then to August adds, "I saw some kind of a cat up there where he's looking around. So. Probably?"

"I don't think so. He has a bald cat, it's really old." Assumptions are made. Old and bald. "And he's sick a lot Stefhan is, I mean. He was when I went to the cat charity sale. I didn't buy any cats though, but I think Kim did." Lyric watches Stefhan though, calling for the cat. "He's kinda a little crazy I think." She wasn't aware it was her own blonde locks that had done the trick. Watching Everett a moment she laughs when he scares the bejesus out of the kid, then watches him come back, touching her shoulder to his arm in a shoulder check to someone much taller than her. She does watch the bus, just watching, until she notices it's not slowing. If possible, she'll try at all costs to make it avoid a collision with the vehicles with kids in them!

Maggi had a look on her face akin to the cat from Tom and Jerry, anxious and just sooooo done. Noticing the bus far later than she would have liked, she realizes the speed at which it is coming into downtown. With a pulse of blue fire behind her gaze, she balls her fist in frustration. Cracks appear in the asphalt to give the bus some traction. She needed a drink. Was this what having kids was like?

Abby's just trying to convey some information up to the fire trucks, but everything's just a little hectic all around, so she gets out of the way. Turning her attention to Stefhan, she blinks. "Oh, I'm fine, thank you! I was just walking down the street, everything's fine..." she starts, then tilts her head. "There's a cat somewhere?" Maybe she's just attuned to filter out the word 'cat' from the background noise, somehow.

August gives Park a tired look. "I didn't even go into work today," he says, tone bland. "But I'm pretty sure that's not me."

He nods at Everett, glances that way but decides he can leave Stefhan to it. "Him," he tells Abby, nodding towards Stefhan.

The bus, on the other hand, is worrisome. He gets a distracted look as he tries to force the break pedal down--and is successful, to know effect.

"It's lost its breaks."

Stefhan sighs and says, "I don't know, I thought there was. I also thought that I should have stopped drinking, then, that wasn't what I should do. Now I am wondering if I should just stop thinking." That likely wouldn't work well for someone like him but he tells Abby, "I love cats and if there's one in distress, I'd hate to see harm come to it."

"I think Stefhan's cat has always been bald" Park notes to Lyric. "He's not crazy. He just gets carried away." A shake of her head to August. "Oh, I didn't think it was you who was smelly, this was just to keep what was smelly out of your smell-holes" she beams, nose still twitching from her own use of the deodorant. Though it seems everyone is concentrating on the bus so she steps back to let them do their thing. All that glowing is soooo pretty. "Wait, people were selling kittens?"

After the little touch by Lyric, Everett stands there, watching the conversation until the bus and its brake status are brought to his attention. "!Me cago en la lache!," he murmurs under his breath, watching with large green eyes while the bus starts to slow then. Sparks flying, the collective choirs of squealing tires and people. When he comes to a stop with only a minor bumper bump, Everett exhales a breath he didn't know he'd be holding. "Whew, dang."

Vyv does not glow unless he's under a blacklight or fresh from a really good spa. As far as any of you know. He does, however, blink once at the speed of the bus and then glare at it fairly hard, eyes narrowed, as it bounces over the destroyed asphalt (City Hall probably won't get to that for days) and gradually comes to a stop. A deep breath -- through his mouth, obviously -- and equally deep exhalation, and he stalks in August's general direction, a glance flickering over the others assembled as he goes. It pauses just briefly on Everett before moving right along. "What is going on out here?" he asks possibly the botanist and possibly the world at large, "And how do we make it stop?"

August sags, relieved when the bus 'only' crushes the back of a truck. He glances at Vyv, shakes his head. "No idea," he says. His attention shifts to the sewer a second, seeking around with his Glimmer. A few seconds of this, then he grimaces and looks to the others. "This is all too much in the same spot to be coincidental. It's like we've got...gremlins, or a bad luck bomb, or something."

Hearing the sound of a bus trying to brake and finally thump into another parked pick-up, Abby whirls about and quickly starts to back away from the middle of the road. That seems safest. Off to higher and drier ground, though she bends down lower to search for any... kittens? Are there lost kittens around here somewhere? With the fire department here and most of the traffic appearing to have ground to a standsill, things seem well in hand, so it's time to focus on important things. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty..." You never know.

"At least it isn't garden gnomes this time." Lyric tells August sagely. So many gnomes. So many. "How can we find them all then? Before they do something like this again? It's gonna smell here for awhile!" Unless some of them can lift the smell out on the wind or something. "What did you say, Everett?" The words had been odd to her, "What is cago la lache?"

A disgruntled Maggi has given up on searching for her jacket. Tonight was going to suck with the amount of sparkle power she had used, all she could hope to do was drink enough to maybe make it black out. This was not a habit she typically had, rather a learned behavior for days like this. It had been totally necessary right? Cold and more irritated than general she begins walking to the Pourhouse, not much in the mood to talk to anyone, especially Karen, who was probably in no way grateful.

Stefhan rubs his forehead with his thumb and forefinger. "Always something strange in this new place." He mutters, but strange or not, it is a small town which helps. He knows it wouldn't be too terribly long to wander back to The Hub. With a heavy sigh though, he catches sight of the faces familiar to him and offers a wave before going back home.

When Vyvyan joins the group, Everett smirks boastfully, "Oh, there's the source of the smell." He looks over his shoulder when the children's crying finally abates and he looks back. "Maybe he'll catch that green cat," Everett offers and then to Lyric Everett continues to smirk, "Oh, I'm sure the people here are used to that kind of smell." He smacks his lips, and then nudges the blonde, "Want to keep going? Emergency services has got this covered." And then he smiles wider, "Oh. It means. Uh. I like milk."

"Gremlins!" Park looks at August with far too much excitement at the thought. "I love that movie! But, even though they may have got wet with all the sewerage, it wouldn't be after midnight yet. So they wouldn't be bad ones yet, just all cute and fluffy like a real Pokemon." She seems to be getting way too dreamy about this. "It could have been coincidental though. That's the thing about coincidences. You don't notice them until them until there are lots all together, then you go, 'Gosh that seems overly coincidental' but it's only because it is over coincidental that you think it may be coincidental. Know what I mean?"

A hug for Lyric in a proper greeting before waving adieu to Stefhan. "Take care! I hope you find your pussy!"

"Hi!" Park smiles to Vyv. "I'm Park. Or Mee if you prefer." An elbow into Everett's thigh. "Don't be mean. He doesn't smell at all. Well, he does, because he has a nose, but he doesn't have an odour is what I mean."

Vyv arches an unimpressed brow at Everett's remark, and it turns into a smirk when Lyric asks the translation of what the larger man said, helpfully providing the phrase. The chef knows that one. "He said he shit in the milk," he informs Lyric in that terribly British accent of his, "which I suppose is why he's trying to cast the blame for this odour on others." Park gets a small smile for her remark, and he gives her a small inclination of the head in greeting. "Vyvyan Vydal," he replies, "though most often just Vyv. How do you do." It's a greeting, not a question.

Glancing around again, his brow furrows. "If it is some sort of bad luck bomb, I hope it isn't catching. For that matter, I hope it isn't if it's gremlins, also."

Focusing on the bus, Lyric misses a lot of what is said around her except something about poop. And milk. That's pretty disgusting and it distracts her minutely so when she tries to diagnose the issue with the bus, she doesn't do as well as she hopes. Still, she may find out something!

August blinks slowly at Park. "I don't mean those gremlins. I mean Gray Harbor gremlins." He looks around them at the chaos, and mutters, "Veil gremlins," under his breath. He nods in agreement with Lyric. If it'd been gnomes and August caught them he'd have said to hell with Enzo's truce and smashed a few. This wasn't okay.

"What it was took things, I think," he says to Vyv. "I couldn't find what it took, though. The," he nods at Park, "regulator piece from the sewer."

"Ow," supplies the giant, giving his leg a quick stroke where he was elbowed; not that it hurt, but Park's given a moment of attention while he rubs the boo-boo away. His simper doesn't wavier, not even when Vyvvyan provides translation or further. "Maybe that's not him then. Just his baking." Once more, Everett smacks his lips, his smile widening. He glances towards Lyric and sees that she's busy. So turning his attention back, he continues to tease the baker. "Speaking of baking," Everett says, pointing a thick finger to the ground, "Did your minion enjoy the birthday cake we got her?"

"We have our own gremlins! Why didn't I know about this?" Park pouts Lyric's way - they're friends, they shouldn't hide these things from each other. Back to August. "They wear veils? Hmm...okay. Sure, why not? Why is their poop in the milk?" Her brow furrows as she looks at Everett. "I don't think I'll go to your ice cream shop again."

"Nice to meet you, Vyv. I'm awesome! Life is a wonderful thing and you never know what is going to happen. Am I right?" A wave at the activities around them. "See?" A deep breath. "I should get going. I'm a little bit sleepy. I'm so glad everyone is okay!"

"Oh, darling, if you think this is how baking is meant to smell, that does explain rather a lot," Vyv remarks to Everett with his absolutely best faux-sympathy, and there's a pause, head tilting, where he appears to be racking his memory. Certainly there's no sign he's doing anything else. "...oh, yes, that. Do you know, I never asked if she tried it? But I'll be sure to let Hyacinth know how you asked after her and perhaps she'll tell you herself someday." It's all quite light and offhand.

Park gets another slight smile and an inclination of the head that's probably a farewell, and his attention turns back to August. "Well, if we know one missing piece, perhaps we can locate it. And perhaps the thief will still be in possession of it."

Being called the term of endearment, however sardonic it is intended, makes Everett's smile widen even more. And by the time of the end of the sentence, his smile is toothy, his shoulders shaking while the jolly green giant laughs, takes a look at the destruction behind him and perhaps for the reverence of those events, or because he doesn't want his laughter to be confused, he simmers it down to chuckles.

"One missing piece?" Lyric says finally, looking to the bus. "The belt is missing. Like, all the way missing, just gone!" A slight shrug before she's hugging Park goodbye. "I'll be home soon, okay?" A grin offered to her bandmate, but even she looks askance at the question of the veil from Park. "The other side, where the glimmer takes you, Park. I can get in and sometimes out of there."

Vyv glances sidelong at Everett's laughter, one corner of his mouth twitching upward almost imperceptibly, like the earlier smirk met an untimely end and its ghost has returned to haunt the place. His brows lift at Lyric's words, and he glances toward the bus, thoughtfully, then back toward his shop, where he was, presumably, in the middle of actual work. A sigh. Gray Harbor. "Well, then. If you have a handle on it, let's see if it hasn't left the area yet, shall we?" As plans go, it's fairly basic, but it is, at least, a plan.