fandomhighdorms | At the entrance to the Underworld-- uh, basement of Fandom High.

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At the entrance to the Underworld-- uh, basement of Fandom High.

Parker is checking her watch, looking at the door, and tapping a flashlight against her hip. She's also carrying flares, her lighter, holy water (as she's taken to doing this week) and some extra ration bars.

She hopes this won't take long, but she's prepared in case she's wrong.

As soon as Rogue gets there, they're going off to find the Psych Professor.

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Rogue's eyes widen. "How...how did you know?" She rubs her gloved hands together nervously, slowly working the fingers of one out.

Drusilla moves too quickly for either Miss Parker or Rogue to see and snatches at Rogue's wrists. "No, no, little girl," says Drusilla chidingly. "You don't want me in your head. I'm naughtier than any of them."

That wasn't expected. How the hell did she move like that?

Parker's hand fumbled for her lighter, and closed around the holy water she'd taken to carrying. "Let her go," she said, hoping her voice wasn't shaking. "This was a mistake--"

Drusilla laughs delightedly and steps back, clapping her hands in glee. "Revenge, and suffering? And a favor to match?" Her grin is wide, and carries an edge to it. "What game shall we play?"

Okay, the twists and turns here are giving me a headache. Regaining her resolve, Parker smiles, lips tight.

"The game is 'Who are you?' Rogue has the pieces; she got them earlier. We just need to move them around. So to speak."

I can't believe I just promised a favor to this crazy woman, she thought. And again, as she had earlier in the week with River: _{And she just heard that, maybe. Oh, crap.}

Rogue is terrified now. The crazy pysch teacher has her by the wrists, and is staring into her eyes with that creepy, all-knowing stare. "I don't want any of them in my head," she whispers. "It's not my fault."

"Of course it's not," croons Drusilla, oblivious to Parker's terrified look. She lets go of one of Rogue's wrists and brushes her hair back in an almost maternal fashion. "Not your fault they hurt you and try to break you in two." She leans forward and whispers in Rogue's ear. "You're stronger than they are. They're merely shadows."

Hesitating, Parker holds off on the holy water, not sure what's going on. Rogue had said she could take memories, or knock people out-- but shadows? Others? This is all beyond her.

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OOC: Sweet. This will be a VERY FUN plot for us. Let me know if you get any ideas on what Dru might find. *glees*

There are tears about to spill over Rogue's eyes. "In the day, they're quiet, but at night...the dreams are so ... real. Surgery and needles, molten metal, gas chambers, death, tattoos of numbers... I can't make them go away at night."

Drusilla nods knowingly. "Monsters always come out at night, but these are monsters that have blown away." Her gaze becomes slightly unfocused as she reminisces. "Seas of corpses, screams of the dying, fire burning and scalding." She seems torn between sadness and...delight? "Gone. All gone. Except here. We shall have to work at that."

OOC: Are you having fun with this? Because I didn't want Dru to have to touch Rogue because that would just damage Rogue too much mentally. So I thought I'd play up Dru's telepathy instead.

Rogue nods. "Yes, I think that would be good. I just...want them to be quiet." She swallows nervously, wishing she had just stayed in study hall. She tries to compose herself, wiping away the lone tear from her face.

"Are you sure?" Parker hisses. "Look, we can leave now, I have a back-up plan, you don't have to do this, whatever it is!"

"Shut up, Parker!" Rogue hisses back. "This part is easy. I just...wasn't expecting her to ... see the others." She looks at the other girl. "It's a long story. I can tell you later."

She takes a deep breath. "Ok. So, will you help us?"

Biting her lip, Parker nods. "Later. Okay." And that's a conversation we will *definitely* have.

Very uneasy, she watches Dru pull out out a scarf....

Drusilla pulls a kerchief out of her pocket and hands it to Rogue. "We shall, but later," she whispers loudly. "Mischief's afoot."

Parker feels ill. God, it reminds her of things that happened at the Centre. She hangs onto Rogue's arm, no knowing what to say.

Drusilla turns to Parker and tilts her head, looking at her curiously. "No one will cage you," she says. "Not without your consent."

The hairs on the back Parker's neck stand straight up.

She nods, speechless, still clutching Rogue's arm.

Drusilla smiles again, this time with a sparkle in her eye. "Revenge?" she prompts, gleefully.

"He mocked me, and ruined my shoes, and lied about me, and never apologized," Parker answers, furious all over again with Crichton.

Tommy Chang, her ex-boyfriend who'd been in the Yakuza, had explained this to her, and it had made perfect sense: it was all about face. And you could disregard that in the real world, but at Fandom High, where she didn't have magic powers or super strength or anything else, Parke was willing to do one hell of a lot to save face.

"Later tonight, we want you to hypnotize-- or, um, whatever it is you do-- someone we'll bring you."

She smiles grimly.

"With a couple of changes...."

_{[ooc: all to be revealed later tonight!]}

Drusilla laughs and claps her hands again. "Bring him along! Your little friend, he shall be such fun to play with."

OOC: OMG, you guys did so great being scared-but-brave in the face of extreme freakiness! You rock!

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