CLOSED ♔ don't know what the country's coming to

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ on an evening in roma - dean martin

WHO || Rafael, Des, Buffy, their best pal in the world
WHAT || An unexpected incident
WHERE || Rome
WHEN || June 7th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread.

Who knows how long unconsciousness has them all swallowed in its grip. But when it finally allows them to resurface, they'd notice the smooth motion of a car indicating they're... still riding in a vehicle. A wis check of 14+ might recognize it's a different limo, however, and it doesn't take a wisdom check to recognize that they are all crammed together on the same side of the seat now. With... hands cuffed to the seat between their legs.

Across from them, a large figure sits grinning manically... wearing a familiar gray cassock. Oh hi. :)

A single glance out the window at the bustling city outside is enough to recognize that is sure as shit ain't London. And Anderson will be quick to clear that up for y'all, waving one hand at the view.

"Well, now. I hope you all enjoyed your rest. Let me be the first t'bid ye welcome... to Rome."

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

Good.

[Des looks up at Vittorio.] Think you can get us out of here before they sic the dogs on us?

[slay]

I think we'll all feel a little safer with a few hundred miles between us and our favorite psychopaths. [ she looks to vittorio. ] I'll understand if you don't want to come with us, but here's me asking if you will, anyway.

[contingency]

[ he gives a sad smile, looking down ] I'm afraid, signorina, that someone must stay here to fight the fight in Roma.

[nothingsodivine]

Thanks for the save. Any friend Rafael previously executed is a... [he makes a face] well, that started well, anyway. [He claps his other hand on Rafael's other shoulder and because they're precious and the same height, he only has to lean a bit on him so he can say in his ear:] I'm driving.

[slay]

No one ever lets me drive.

[ her name never even enters the running ;o; her nose crinkles a bit at the admission, but she transitions easily to a sympathetic smile at vittorio. ]

Well. In that case, no offense, but I kinda hope we never get cause to cross paths again. My next trip to Rome will be too soon. [ she starts to head for the door, then turns back for rafael and des. ] Do we need to have the room for Jesus talk again? Yeesh. [ stop cuddling. ]

[romanticidal]

[ raf looks over at her in confusion. is this an iscariot reference??? ] ... I think we have heard enough of Jesus for today. [ yeah, that happened. gently disengaging now. or not so gently. who knows. he moves to vittorio and claps him on the shoulder. ] You may find this hard to believe, my friend, but I have never been so relieved than to know this is a mistake that has been unmade.

[nothingsodivine]

I'm with him. [He gets the reference and even then he still looks like if he hears anything else about Jesus today, he's going to hurl.] In fact, if I ever hear the words [and he proceeds to launch into a decent Scottish accent that admittedly sounds more like Sean Connery than Anderson, but he was a Celt what do you want from him:] Jesus, the Lord, heretic, Satanist, Amen, or any related phrase [he drops the accent], I'm gonna lose it.

[He looks at Vittorio.] Also I'd set fire to that limo, if I were you. We're gonna need a different ride. Raise your hand if you wanna add casual carjacking to your lists of sins today.

[Just moving on.]

[slay]

[ buffy holds her hands up in silent apology. SHE DID NOT EXPECT Y’ALL TO HAVE SUCH PTSD, OK, get over it. learn coping mechanisms like humor and sarcasm. the little roll of her eyes stops short at the suggested carjacking. ] Oh, come on. You know, some of us have oaths to keep. The kind of oaths that don’t exactly support car theft. What's wrong with the train? Or a rental.

[contingency]

[ vittorio returns the shoulder clasp before looking to buffy ] Iscariot might be monitoring rentals, especially if they're looking for you. Their resources are more vast than you might realize. I've a car you might use. [ and he'll pull out the keys and hand them to des, pausing with them in his palm to say: ]

Don't stop until you reach Venezia.

[nothingsodivine]

If it'll get me out of here faster, I won't even stop for pedestrians.

[IS HE KIDDING????? we just don't know, but he closes his hand tightly around the keys and takes the lead.]

[slay]

And here I was hoping we'd at least get to make a pitstop for beef jerky to make up for the almost-being-executed. [ her nose crinkles in dissatisfaction as she follows after des. ]