Six very distinct Shapes step out of a sudden influx of darkness. They look around at their new location, blinking and adjusting behind their masks. Their many eyes, some kind and some not, land on the doctor soon enough, and all six Shapes stiffen. As one, they surround Loomis, near-but-not-quite identical gazes focused and calculating. They are seemingly weaponless, and they don't seem immediately intent on attacking. Still, they radiate tension... and anger, curiosity, resentment, bitterness, malice, and mischievousness respectively, and they wait with differing degrees of patience for Loomis to make the first move, be it with either words or actions... or both. (@ask-mmitmom)
This had to be a nightmare. It just had to be. There were six of his patient here.....as if one wasn't nightmarish enough, there were MORE?
Loomis felt unease twist in his gut, and for the first time, true fear gripped him. He knew Michael more than anyone, but there were so many. The way they looked at him....he felt like he was surrounded by dogs, waiting for a chance to be rushed.
But he forced himself to keep calm and cool....he couldn't let his nervousness take over here. The way they waited.....it was as if the Shape's were waiting on him to make a move.
He watched them back......in a way, Loomis was wondering what they were up to......
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I've missed you sjshsksjsksjsjsjsjslsjsjsksk ( :D hi Len!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
John startles, surprised and more than a little confused at what, exactly that noise is that’s coming through his speakers.
“Uhh...” He manages, incredibly eloquently, “Hello?” There’s a bit of a confused blink. “What the...?”
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Are you okay? You've been very quiet for a while.
Hi! It’s so sweet of you to check in, thank you.
Yes, I’m fine! I’ve been kind of absorbed with other stuff for a while, so I haven’t been spending as much time online. I’m also tragically behind on the new season of Thunderbirds, so I’ve been trying to avoid spoilers until I can get caught up. I’m hoping to go on a binge soon though, and I’m sure I’ll be jumping right back in.
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@lettherebemonsters true. But maybe I wanna see it again.
@wonderavian
Definitely. I think that was the only time he was hurt by electricity, which was interesting. He killed an electrician in part 4 by shoving him on the main transformer for the entire town, made Laurie’s abusive uncle’s head explode by overloading on a direct current line in Halloween 6....
Halloween 8 was the only time he got hurt by electrocution. Plus seeing him flinch slightly from getting electricity to the family jewels is pretty hilarious. XD Hit him harder down there so he can actually feel it.
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Poker Face
Inspired by one of @wonderavian prompts
Scott plays poker with Lady Penelope and Kayo.
Scott looked at his hand.
Pair of kings - awesome.
He picked another card from the pile.
Whoa! Another king, that makes three of a kind
Cool, fortune was on his side - for a change.
His mouth twitched slightly, before he remembered and checked himself. He really should practice his poker face. Especially around these two ladies. Kayo and Lady Penelope.
Although, they did look as though they were struggling here, throwing away perfectly good hands.
But you never know.
After all, Penelope had the advantage of Parker to teach her. He was probably a card shark, amongst other things, in his ‘misspent youth’. Can’t rule that out.
Kayo, on the other hand, was a mystery. If there’s one thing she was good at, it was surprising everyone.
All Scott had, was his father, and a few college buddies who hauled his reluctant butt around the casinos. Blackjack and Baccarat were Scott’s personal favourites, but the amount of times he was forced to stand and watch his father at the poker tables. There were too many to count.
Oh, and then there was John ... and Brains. Between them, they had the knack of counting cards. Shame they were busy. He could have had them help out. Although he probably would have had the proverbial lecture from the two of them about ‘cheating and unfair advantage’.
So, he had to deal with the ladies ... alone.
“Bet you 150, raise you 300.”
The clipped English tone from Lady Penelope brought him out of his reverie.
“You sure about that?” he asked, “that’s a steep stake, even for you.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she retorted, before rolling her eyes.
She flicked a glance towards Kayo, who sat there stony-faced, staring at her hand.
“Kayo? You still in?”
It wasn’t a bad hand. Wasn’t good either. And these two have upped the stakes a little higher than she was comfortable with.
In the background, Grandma Tracy was arguing with Virgil. Who insisted that she go back to bed and he’d deal with dinner. She was suffering from a nasty cold and everyone was taking turns in looking after her.
Well ... not everyone.
John quarantined himself on board Thunderbird Five until the virus had been eradicated completely. He just didn’t deal very well with colds and flu. Especially when he was constantly inundated with ‘helpful advice’ from EOS.
For a minute, Scott thought Kayo was going to fold. But she slid a pile of chips across the table.
“300 ... and raise you 600.”
Wow. That was just ... wow. Surely she didn’t have a better hand? She HAD to be bluffing.
O-kay. Time to show their hands once and for all.
“Call you.”
There was a yell and a splash as Alan and Gordon took turns in dive bombing one another in the pool.
Both women exchanged a look, before Kayo reluctantly folded with a sigh.
“Too rich for me, I fold.”
It was now up to Penelope.
“You first Scott.”
“Fine, I thought I’d be the gentleman and let you go first. But, whatever.”
He confidently laid the cards down with a smug look on his face, and leaned back in his chair.
“Read ‘em and weep.”
Just then, a rather soggy looking Gordon appeared, towel in hand and rubbing at his hair. He stood behind Penny and glance down at her hand.
“Oh boy.”
“What?”
“You are so screwed, bro.”
By now, a crowd had gathered, and it was making Scott feel REALLY uncomfortable. He pointed to his cards.
“Can’t beat this,” he said defensively, “three of a kind. Three Kings.”
That’s when Penny carefully laid out each of her cards.
One
By
One
“Royal - flush,” she replied calmly, “sorry Scott. You lose.”
As she swept the chips towards her, Virgil’s booming voice cut in.
“You know the rules bro,” he said, laughing, “loser gets to do the washing up.”
He handed a tea towel over to Scott and patted his big brother’s shoulder.
“Sorry bro. Rules are rules!”
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