new orleans ♔ need a fix cuz i'm going down | down to the abyss

[romanticidal]

♬ Season of the Witch - Dr. John

WHO || Rafael, Buffy, Spike, Des, The Mind Master, Olean Gilbert, anyone guarding Olean in the car... (including Gar) [closed]
WHAT || The Knights go to investigate Chad Becksworth's mysterious 'advisor' in her bayou home
WHERE || The Lousiana Bayou, outside New Orleans
WHEN || Thurs, Oct 18th, evening
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order! Keep it a rollin'.

Crammed inside a big white van, Olean rides up front, directing the driver outside the city of New Orleans, and in the direction of the stretches of swampland for which Louisiana is famous. He has them turn down a side dirt road, which leads them far off any highway or main street, and seems to go on without passing anything remotely similar to civilization for at least sixteen minutes of the drive.

The closer they get, the more he begins to sweat profusely, wiping his face repeatedly with a handkerchief, until he can't find a spot on it that isn't drenched. Finally, he tells them to pull over, waving his hand at the side of the road, and the vehicle pulls to a stop.

"T-this was about where we w-went in," he says. "But I can't tell you anymore, because it was only the once, and there wasn't a real path and ... and... I wasn't exactly paying attention to how to get back there anytime soon. Or ever."

Rafael cranes his neck to look out the back window, but then just pops the back doors of the van open and hops out.

"We'll find it," he says, a determined look in his eye. He nods a bit up the road, at what looks like a dilapidated shack that could be straight out of Cabin in the Woods. In front of it stands a sign that's fallen over, with "FREE TOURS" in white paint that dried dripping half down the wood. There's a light on inside, glowing through one of the windows. "And it looks like someone knows of a path."

Comments

[slay]

[ buckling right the fuck up now because rafael is clearly not an expert pilot and buffy sure as fuck ain't either so yep hello seatbelt. ]

[bigbad]

[Yeah, seatbelts are definitely happening. Spike never thought he'd wish Buffy were the one driving, but he has zero faith in Rafael right now...]

[nothingsodivine]

[Safety first, y'all.]

Now would probably be a bad time to tell you I hate things that fly, right?

[HE'S NOT AFRAID OF THEM, THOUGH, OKAY.

He is afraid of one thing.

Well, two things, but the other fear is more existential.]

[romanticidal]

[ the bottom of the helicopter sways as raf clips the landing skids against the tips of trees as they come out over top of them. it's a rocky ride, so everyone fort save so you don't get airsick... (7 or lower is a gateway to barf town).

rafael curses in italian as they rise into the sky and see the other chopper is nowhere to be found ]

We have lost them.

[slay]

[ fort save 21. buffy just bobs in her seat but seems unfazed by the turbulence, too focused on searching out the other helicopter -

which they can't manage to get a glimpse of. her shoulders sag. ]

Damn.

[nothingsodivine]

[Yeah, Spike. Enjoy the sounds of Des losing his lunch right beside you. He looks up weakly and breaks out into an incredibly unmanly whine.]

I got in a fucking flying death trap for nothing?

[bigbad]

[It's cool, because Spike just crit failed his fortitude check which means he's throwing up in Des' lap.

And there's probably blood in it too since that's what he eats.

Worst mission ever.]

[romanticidal]

[ rafael banks hard to the left, apparently trying to see if maybe they went the opposite way, which didn't help their lurching stomachs, oops.

also they're not visible there either. ]

[bigbad]

Get us down already!

[nothingsodivine]

[THERE IS SOME REALLY SUSPICIOUSLY BLOODY SUBSTANCES IN DES'S VOMIT, SO THANK GOD SPIKE'S COVERS THAT UP. Also fort save 7, so he just barely manages to avoid puking again.

also all his wit is gone. it is ex-wit. He just beats his head against the back of the seat.]

Seriously.

[slay]

Keep your shirt on. We could still catch them.

[romanticidal]

[ yeah no, not with the way this thing is wobbling. rafael points down out the open side and yells over the noise of blades: ] It will be easier to fly it out of the swamp, either way.

[slay]

[ she sighs, sinking back in her seat and taking the hint. ]

Take us home.

[romanticidal]

[ it's a bumpy, scary, smelly ride but he'll get you out of there so you can FLY INTO THE SUNSET... oh wait, go find gar first, she's still waiting in the car.

oops. :| ]