Double, Double, Toil and Trouble (TAG ALL!)

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Almost as if it were on cue from Humperdinck's vague wish to be anywhere, anywhere at all, but standing by that nun right now, he found himself feeling very odd, almost like he was nauseous, except it would seem that his mind didn't stick around long enough for him to suffer from it all that much. Oh sure, there was probably the slightest part of him that was wondering what the bloody hell was going on, but really, didn't the world hear enough of his complaints? This was really one change that might actually be seen as an improvement...which was perhaps a very sad commentary indeed.

Erik hadn't left his opera house in several years, so the fact that he was finding himself in the middle of some sort of celebration, having absolutely no idea of how he had gotten there, seeing as he had scheduled a lesson with Christine. It was rather rare that Erik didn't know exactly what was going on (seeing as this was the sort of confusion he caused on a regular basis), but considering the rampant chaos that was going on at the present time? Well...yes, he was finding himself very oddly confused and what was worse was that he didn't know of any secret passages in this area, if there were even any. He was exposed...exposed to this world that had rejected him throughout his life and there seemed to be no hope of him getting out of it and...

Then his eyes went across the room and there she was...his angel. The one ray of light in his own personal Hell, looking terrified...his expression immediately hardened (not that you would be able to tell with his mask very well, and he checked for his Punjab...and it wasn't there. His eyes widened ever so slightly, the only sign that the Opera Ghost was feeling a rare lack of composure that wasn't merely anger. What sort of madness was this?

It was around this time that he realized that she had seen him as well, had her gaze fixed on him just as much as he had...this was rather out of his depth. Of course by now she had seen him in full view, but...he was the puppeteer, as it were. A chessmaster and everyone at his theatre was his pawn, although his beautiful angel was closer to a Queen than anything else. Yet right now the Angel of Music was lacking in all plans and trickery, as it seemed that someone might have actually beaten him.

So in a quiet tone, sounding far more human than he might have ever sounded with her before, he breathed out, "Christine?" That was when he moved away from the nun that he had scarcely paid attention to, backed up against the wall, attempting to find a weapon of some sort, as it just seemed wrong to be without his lasso, best to not be utterly unarmed, God only knew what would happen were he so ill prepared to defend himself, but even more importantly, what would happen to his angel.

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Giselle was sad that the girl ran away from her. She just wanted some brains to snack on. She wouldn’t mind a nice arm or a leg either, but brains were her very favorite thing ever. Brains were just so juicy sweet and delicious and mushy. Mmmm mushy brains were her very favorite. Brains were just so good. She loved brains so much.

However she was rather surprised when an arrow ripped through what little flesh she had attached to her collar bone. She moaned in surprise and looked down at the arrow that was now protruding from her chest. It didn’t really hurt.

Giselle looked up and all she could smell were brains around her and she was a hungry little zombie. The closest person to her that weren’t her fellow zombies was a man all dressed in black and looking slightly evil, but he was close and he had a brain. Giselle zombie shuffled in his direction, her only thought about the tasty brain she was about to consume. “Brain?” she asked politely as she got close before reaching out to get her hands on a nice tasty brain. Brains were just so lovely.

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Obviously the hand that stretched out towards Alyss was meant to be comforting...at least, anyone who was watching and still in their mind (which actually appeared to be a rarity at the present time) would have been able to see that. Even she was able to see that, even if she was finding herself falling into the sort of panic that she had never known, not even when she was falling into the Pool of Tears, because let's face it, a six year old finds it rather difficult to truly imagine death. Now Alyss apparently could visualize it rather well, because she was floating around and that was most certainly her dead body and honestly, Alyss had taken great pride in never losing too much of her cool in the past several years, but this was really too much, what else was she supposed to do?

So honestly, when she caught a glimpse of a masked young man who was gripping her hand, she at least stopped screaming, but her translucent eyes were wide with more fear than she had felt in many years. Yet in spite of that, she could see the way the boy was looking over at her roommate...or whatever was left of her, anyway. The things that Della were saying...well, it just wasn't at all like her! This was a woman that Alyss had known for her immense empathy, yet it was like she was scolding her for not getting out of the way of all of those knives and forks fast enough! Yet the fact remained, for a split second, the look in the boy's eyes was one that could only lead to one conclusion...wasn't it peculiar, though, how Alyss hadn't met the boy that her roommate was clearly in love with until now? Of all ways, for that matter...

Yet the boy's words, however his voice trembled, held some amount of comfort, and she stared down at him, trying to figure out if she could at least let her feet meet solid ground again. All of this floating didn't suit her in the slightest. Yet she found herself calming, even though a part of her still wanted to scream, so instead, she just gasped, "What's going on?"

Yet before she could get an answer out of Panic, an unfamiliar figure approached them. She looked like a girl around Alyss' age, also blonde and pale as she, well...once was, but there was something rather off about her. Not quite like the undead that were now walking the dancefloor, but there was a similar dead look in her eyes, which perhaps would have had Alyss' heart beating faster again if it were still capable of such. Once the girl opened her mouth however, Alyss felt herself panicking again and her grip on Panic's hand tightened.

"Wi-with all due respect, I hardly think so, ma'am!" she managed to sputter out, looking around at the blood bath that appeared to be waiting to happen!

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She felt her world spinning, her mind lost somewhere in a frenzied panic. A small part of her insisted she fight back, that she being the princess she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be able to handle any situation with an air of cool confidence, the only problem being, of course, that no one in the right minds would expect to have to face flesh eating zombies during their time of rule. On top of all this, the thought that popped ever so annoyingly into her brain was the fact that her father was right. She shouldn't go searching into the unknown, she should have stayed where things were simple and easy to remember. Curiosity killed the cat and, apparently, it was hell bend on killing a Russian Princess as well. This was not happening. She was not about to get torn apart by three hungry looking undead. She had a nation to run someday! She had a nation to save from a curse! She can't die here! And yet, here she still stood, tears running now her face, paralyzed with fear until a strange boy in a leather jacket was pulling at her hand.

She gasped as she was tugged away from the trio demanding brains. It wasn't until they had made it a good distance away and the immediate danger gone, until her mind caught up with her at last. She stopped dead in her tracks and tried to ignore the little fairy grinning dangerously at a nun. She kept her grip tight on the boy who had been dragging her so as to hold him up from running as well. She focused on him and nothing more. Her instincts as a natural ruler kicking in. She needed to asses the situation, who was in danger, what are their options for escape, and who could she save. Vhat es going on?! she asked urgently, in her think Russian accent. Perhaps he had more of an idea than her, he looked like a local...then again...in a place like this, anyone could look like a local.

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Hel looked at the ghost girl. She was afraid, though that was no fault of Hel’s. Death was a hard concept for mortals to accept sometimes. This Hel understood, for even she would one day die. However, dying was merely a part of the life cycle. One must die so that another may be born. All life must come to an end one way or another.

“You may call me Hel,” she told the girl. Ma’am was a strange term and quite unlike herself. She preferred her own name to this English substitute. She would consider other names if they were brought to her for consideration, but until that point her own name would suffice.

She looked at the girl for a long moment before speaking again. “Have you a deity to which you pray or worship?” Hel may not have claim over this girl if she had a specific deity. Her soul would belong to them. However, she would take care of the soul until she was claimed.

“Be not afraid. The living are no longer your concern. I will take care of you. You have nothing to fear.” Hel was not the most comforting person perhaps, but she tried to make the souls as comfortable as possible. And though she was not the best at comforting the dead, she did tell them what she felt they needed to hear. If they were still afraid that was no fault of her own.

[Arthur]

The man in the strange uniform pulled the sword on him but he was on phased by the action. He sensed no real evil or danger from them and at the request of the whereabouts of a woman Legolas understood his distress. Then the other man was asking him where he was from, a rather trivial question in light of the danger that was currently surrounding them. Since the man appeared to want no explanation from him he turned back to the man dressed in the strange armour.

“I am Legolas of Mirkwood,” he said staring the man down and paying no attention to the sword, “I am currently searching for two Hobbits, perhaps once w have dispelled these forces you can tell me if you have seen them.”

Legolas looked back at the Zombies in the distance, or as he was now calling them, Goblins he said, “I would put that sword to better use man, aim at the immediate danger.”

[Guinevere]

The policewoman was rushing off looking for a doctor, how a doctor was going to help in this situation she didn’t know, but followed them anyway, thinking it was best to stay in a group. She turned to the young man with the mask as they walked and said, “Don’t worry sugar, ahm sure everything’s gonna be alright.”

She figured he was just a kid, dressed up for Halloween and caught up in all this mess. That’s what she hated most about the trouble she tended to find herself in. She could take care of herself and even when she couldn’t there was usually a friendly vampire, werewolf or dog around to help out. Of course then they would annoy the hell out of her by claiming that she was theirs or saying ‘oh sookie I love you’ which was just plum annoying if you asked her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate the rescue. Cause she did.

Looking at the doctor she pretty much figured that they were screwed. He didn’t even have a little bit of muscle on him and no magical powers to speak of. Not to mention that his brain appeared to be running at 100mph and she couldn’t get a clear thought on him. The roman was worried about the red head which was just so sweet, and she was just thinking about how crazy and sexy the doctor guy was. Oh the tangled wed of relationships and this one seemed more complicated than a spiders web. She wasn’t even going to touch the guy dressed as an elf’s head. That was just too freaky.

Turning to the young boy with the mask she said, “Just you wait and see, some vampire or other will come along in a few minutes and we’ll all be fahne. Covered in blood and body parts but just fahne.”

[Anastasia]

As she walked towards the Doctor she said to the kid with the mask, “No. Well, sort of, I’m not actually a policewoman this is just…look its complicated kid, just trust me that this guy knows what he’s doing.” she looked over at the doctor and his confusion and added, “I know that might be hard for you to do.”

Smiling and walking towards him she said, “Uh yeah, of course we’ve met, we travel with you. Is this a trick question? Or you doing one of those freaky psychic tests again? Oh don’t tell me I’m going to be pregnant again? Or even worse, that Rory’s going to have a pony tail!”

She looked round at her husband and was happy to note that he didn’t indeed have a ponytail. She smiled at him which quickly dissolved when he saw he was holding the sword out. She raised an eyebrow and said, “Put it down Rory before you hurt yourself. And…why do you have the sonic screwdriver?”

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“Touche,” said Charles, without being able to help he smiled at his old friend.

It was strange to think that they used to be so close, such good and strong friends with the same kind of ideals…at least for a while. When the hatred and rage overtook Erik…that was when he lost his friend and it was a loss that he kept hidden form his Xmen. Still he hoped he could rehabilitate Erik, make him see the error of his ways. And then there were times, in his darkest hours when it seemed the his dream could never be achieved…in those moments, he believed that his old friend may be right about the human race and mutants…maybe…they couldn’t co-exist.

“I can assure you this has nothing to do with myself and you have my word on that Charles. I cannot reach my X-men nor your brotherhood through my telepathy so we are on our own at the moment…I suggest, for this one time we put aside our differences and focus on the task at hand. Do you agree?”

[Merlin Emrys]

So...she wasn't police... that was probably a good thing, Gotham's finest were good police (some of them) but they did have a tendency to get in the way, and he worked better without police involvement anyway.

She seemed to be having some difficulty with the guy she'd been looking for, since he had no idea who she was. He didn't look all the special, 'the Doctor' sounded like a codename, but he wasn't even wearing a costume, or a mask, and apparently he was hanging out with a roman and an elf... well, that was a new one, even by Gotham standards...

Just to top it all off, the blonde woman started talking about vampires, and for the first time in a while, Richard Grayson was actually surprised by what was going on.

"Right..." he said to himself after a moment's thought. He knew all about not judging people by their appearance, but this Doctor appeared far too scatterbrained to be of any use, and now the not-policewoman was wittering on about being pregnant and having ponytails, so he turned his focus to the blonde lady.
"Vampires, huh? That's a normal thing for you?"

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It wasn't that Erik didn't want to work together with Charles, he still had a fondness for his old friend despite thinking that his peaceful attempts at co-existing were idiotic and futile, among many other much less pleasant words. It was a difficult friendship to maintain with such differeing viewpoints, which was why they rarely attempted it, but in a situation like this it only made sense.

Sometimes, despite it being rather dramatic and potentially deadly, it was nice to have the occasional situation like this, moments where their conflicting views didn't make every move an impossibility.

"Very well, Charles, that seems the bet course of action to me."

[Dimitri]

Zombies, right. He probably should have expected zombies. They’d seen vampires and lizard people, so why not zombies? What was next, werewolves? Mutants? Still, even knowing that all these things were possible, it was still a bit distressing to see the zombie, now with an arrow sticking out of it, continuing to shuffle around, presumably on its quest for brains.

Oh, but that wasn’t enough, not this time. Now the elf was actually introducing himself as Legolas, and Amy had a kid in a Robin costume trailing behind her. Rory almost would have preferred the lizard people at this point... as long as they weren’t armed.

Numbly he pointed he obeyed the elf and pointed his sword toward the zombie, which was halfway across the room so he wasn’t sure what that was supposed to do. None of this was making any sense, though it probably would have made less sense had it made any sense. Life was like that now.

“Are we... did you take us to a sci-fi convention... for our honeymoon?” Rory asked the Doctor, still trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. That still wouldn’t explain the zombie with the arrow stuck in it, but it would cover Legolas, Batman and Robin, the Addams and the various other weirdoes that were running about. Maybe it was the kind of convention where fictional characters came to life? Hey, it could happen... and would be extremely cool, just maybe not for a honeymoon.

Amy had some other ideas, though, and since the Doctor was acting like he didn’t know them then Rory had to admit she was probably closer to the truth than his idea, though he might not admit it out loud. He did take a bit of offense to her protest, though.

“Hey, you said you liked it!” Even if she was only starting to like it after he cut it off, but that wasn’t the point. He wasn’t even going to touch on the fact that she seemed so against the idea of being pregnant, cause that wasn’t the point either, not right now. What was the point?

He lowered the sword anyway, and looked at the screwdriver in his other hand. “I don’t know, I just... had it. I was suddenly here, and I had it.” He held it up between himself and the Doctor.

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"Hobbits? Don't... oh! You appear to be a fictional character!" The Doctor realised, putting everything together after a few moments "Lord of the Rings, Tolkien, met him, lovely chap. Now, you two!" He focused on Rory and Amy, who were asking him questions that definitely sounded like the sort of thing his companions would be saying, so he didn't have any reason to not believe them.

Wibbly wobbly, after all, and there were plenty of other strange things here, so it wasn't a great leap.

"Don't believe I've met you, but you seem to have met- sonic screwdriver, where did you get that? Wait, never mind, you just said that. That isn't mine... looks good though, maybe I'll have one like that next... oh, maybe I will, is that what that is?" He rifled through his pockets for his sonic screwdriver, holding it out towards the one in Rory's hand. "Ah, yes, same one. It can tell, you know." He tucked his back in his pocket and spun on his heel to take in the rest of the room, clapping his hands together.

"Now, what's going on here..."

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Most guys would have wondered what crazy pills this chick was swallowing to stop while they were trying to run from whatever those things were, but by the time she had, Danny was trying a nearby door...and it was locked? Damn it! What were they supposed to do now? Getting to any of the other doors would mean being in the path of the creepy things again. Besides, what if they were locked too? Danny really couldn't imagine this getting any freaking worse, and of course that was when the girl asked him...yeah, that was her asking him what was going on. She had a hell of an accent on her, and Danny could imagine what his folks would say about that very easily, but you'd be hard pressed to find an ounce of Danny that really gave a damn. What he had here was a damsel in distress and even if he often treated women like they were disposable, that didn't mean he was heartless!

"Your guess is as good as mine, lady; I was just hanging out on the bleachers and...damn, I must've dropped my smokes. Great," he deadpanned after he had searched his pockets. Apparently, it was possible for things to get worse.

Well...still, she was clearly upset (who could blame her?), and that meant he had to do, well...something. "But yeah, no clue what's going on, but I'm getting us out of here...somehow." After all, they were clearly in a horror flick now, and guys like him usually pulled through if they were trying to protect someone, right? Truth was that he had never paid that much attention to the drive in movies for, ahem, obvious reasons.

Anyway, his eyes darted around the room that seemed to be chockful of weirdos, one of them including...actually, she was pretty hot. Creepy, but hot annnnd knock it off, Zuko! Quit thinking with your you-know-what and figure out how to get out of here before they find you!

This was also around the time that Danny saw that an arrow had hit the housewife creep. Danny couldn't decide whether or not to laugh at first, but any thoughts of that went away when he realized she was still moving!

"Aw hell..."

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Diana turned her head towards her Queen. he quickly fluttered her way over, a smirk on her face as she did. "Your majesty." She even did a little curtsy as she said this. She would always, now and forever, be loyal to her queen. It was her duty, after all. She was the wisest fairy in the land, and Diana was proud to serve her. It was an enjoyment for her as well. It was a sense of pride, in all honesty.

She began to look around the room. Really, her mind was buzzing with potential, victims, of her mischief. There were so many people in here! A grin, not a kind, thoughtful one either, but a evil, almost smirk like grin appeared on her face. She didn't know where to start! "As your majesty is no doubt aware, this room is filled with many humans...." She knew her queen would know what she meant by that. The night was theirs, and no one would so forget the mischief they'd cause.