2020-06-04 Smile Bitch: A bloody good time

Smile

Participants: Karner, Summer, Rin Kubo, Sveta, Spider, Michie, Mark - old, Shelly, Shelly, Jezail, Otto, Shawna, Locust, Cheyenne, Karner, Ivan, Lillie-Ann

Storyteller: Nakisisa

Location: South Beach - Santa Monica

Date and Time: 06 03, 2020- 12:14 am

Summary: Beach Party goes wrong.

Beach party, tonight it is a time to get down and out. It's time to let it all hang out. In the center is a large tent circus-style inside the sound of music is blaring out from a set of speakers. Rap, filling the beach old skool, drugged blood dolls lining the side of it, each ready to give a night of bliss to a lucky kindred. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF8aaTu2kg0) Out in the water is a large party boat with flashing disco lights. It seems someone went all out for this party. Music is blaring from the boat's massive speakers is synched to the music in the tent, nothing but that rap with that thumping bass. The type of event that brings everyone coming, already a few groups are arriving grabbing a few of the dolls, some of the kindred heading for the boat.%r%rA giant rainbow spotlight is on the ship as it moves along the dark beach, lighting it up. The light is bouncing the lights off a series of large disco balls hanging from poles that have been placed earlier in the day. Strobes inside of strobes, now if you can have a seizure, you would be down for the count already.

Karner Blue arrives alone, sucking on a small, round, blue lollipop that matches his outfit. The rainbow spotlight passes over him and he raises his hand as if to fend it off. "What is /that/? Ridiculous." A few of the blood dolls seem to have noticed him and recognized him, waggling their fingers his way with vacant expressions of bliss on their faces. He curls his lip in what might be disgust, but it doesn't stop him from knocking the lolly against his teeth as he starts heading towards them. I mean, if you're hungry, Taco Bell works as well as foie gras, right? The silver in his hair and on his hand shines in the garish light as he tromps through the sand, humming something to himself that is definitely not Kendrick Lamar.

If you think the party set-up looks like it cost a lot of money, just imagine how much money went into all the permits and bribing of local officials. It would make your head fucking spin.

As the Baroness of Santa Monica, of course Cheyenne is at this party. Was it her idea? Who knows. Will she reap the glory if it's a success? Of course! Does she like partying? Why is that even a question? The diminutive, 5'1" Brujah is inside the tent, where the music is. She's dressed for the beach, even though she can't tan -- a skimpy Pantone-yellow bikini that's high on the hips and reveals her whole ass, with the word 'SUPER' written on the bottoms and on one of the triangle cups. She had a sarong on at some point, but it's lost. She's having a good time, so she doesn't recally care.

Even though it was an /extremely expensive/ sarong.

Michie Hozumi has her hair down and is wearing a crisp and efficient navy-blue one-piece suit with wide cutouts on either side. It means there's plenty of skin, even if the highest-value real estate is not on display. She is, just this moment, over towards the blood dolls, petting their faces and reviewing them thoughtfully. She has worked her way past most of them. Zero bites so far. She is rocking a little with the beat.

Another night, another wandering into Anarch beaches. Shelly has finally traded out her jumpsuit in for new clothes although upgrade might be questionable... she's found an oversized t-shirt airbrushed with a toothy great white shark jumping out of the water, a pair of cut-off shorts and sunglasses. Blood dolls ignored for the time being, she's focusing more on the rainbow lights, staring up even as she walks further into the tent.

Heading from the northwest along the edge of the beach walks Lillie-Ann, with her shoes off and her bare feet in the sand. She has a cheap, lime-green stuffed alligator plush tucked under her left arm, and her right arm is currently hooked around Ivan's left. Of course, she's not holding his arm, because she's holding onto a candy apple! It's nibbled on just a bit, and as she gazes down towards that tent, she giggles, lifting up and saying to Ivan, "That must be it. Looks like a circus.. Ohh, look! I love that," she coos as she nods towards the lighting, watching the sparkles of light that bounce about. "That could be fun in the theatre, don't you think? At least.. sometimes?" she asks Ivan while leaning into his side as they walk along.

Just outside of the beach a loud rumbling can be heard as Locust arrives with Spider on his custom skeleton bike, bright LED headlights flashing out from the eyes of the skull at the front of the motorcycle. He cuts the engine as he parks in the parking lot and then steps off from the bike. He then takes off the leather biker cut and neatly folds it away and places it into his saddlebag. Next comes the leather chaps that adorn his legs that have buttons down the sides. It makes it all the easier for the large latino to grab and yank them off in one swift motion. What he wears beneathe is likely indecent for just about anywhere but the most open of places. It is a hot pink banana hamock that clings to his sculpted form like it was painted upon him. A back end view of reveals but a single strap that is just thick enough to cover the crack of his ass, leaving those two buttermilk biscuits of his exposed to the elements. It leaves very little to the imagination and only covers what is needed to not get him arrested. "Ready to party?" He asks Spider flexing his large pecks back and forth to make his man boobies bounce up and down as he gives the leader of the MC a large shit eating grin.

Mark's arrival is without fanfare, he arrived some time ago and has been sitting on his bike watching the unfolding party on the beach, perhaps musing whether to even get off his ride and walk down there. Maybe it's the hot pink banana hammock that changes his mind because it's soon after Locust's arrival that he unstrides his bike and walks down to the beach. He remains dressed how he is, for an MC meeting rather than a beach party. He ignores everyone, walks right into the tent and picks a blood doll at random to somewhat over-aggressively yank the head back by the hair and drink his fill of. If he's gonna be here, may as well be wasted.

Rin is just asking for trouble it seems, she got wind of some fun at the beach and decided to check it out. She even dressed the part, black 2 piece with pentagram straps over the chest and ties on either side of the bottoms, double knoted for uneasy access. A sheer wrap over the whole thing tied loosely allowing all her tattoos to show through, bare feet and a big smile. She looks at the woman by her side and takes a deep unnessisary breath. "So, lets see if this goes better then our beach walk last time yeah?"

To be clear the two do NOT ride together on the same customer skeleton bike. They ride on seperate motorcycles. Seems like the rest of the MC is not making an appearance tonight. The motorcycles rumble and come to a stop just at the edge of the beach. THis is where Spider stops to observe as Locust gets down to his ding-a-ling sling and the bald Gangrel just chuckles with a small headshake. "Christ ona cracker, bro. I seriously think there is something wrong with you."

For his part, Spider climbs off his custom 56 HD panhead and just watches a moment, scanning over the beach to see what is going on a who showed up. "OH this is going to be some kind of shit show. I can see it now."

Otto's entry is typical, even if his appearance wasn't. A rush of wind heralded his drop onto the beach from above and the younger or more pop-culture sensitive kindred might be all too familiar with his sudden and bizarre appearance. In place of the bizarre hobo in a great coat and top hat was an emaciated and lanky figure - almost akin to Holocaust photos, were it not for his elongated limbs that made him appear to be more some kind of cryptid. More bizarre than anything though was his apparel. A tight and form fitting black speedo covered his loins, with a bright yellow bat stretching out over his bony hips, while either of his nipples were covered by very pointed nipple pasties that called back to Val Kilmer's Batman Forever. Despite his eccentric appearance however, he seemed to retreat from the gathering and lurk in the shadows, almost as if his appearance at the party was an attempt to be sociable ultimately crippled by poor social skills.

Who wears a suit to a beach party? Jezail, apparently, dressed in her gleaming white, the symbol of being on-duty. She somehow manages to be careful about even getting sand on her clothing with a well practiced grace. Her movements and her face reserved. Green eyes scanning as she escorts Rin, hmming a bit. "Interesting party Moosh-am. Your style? In either case, do try to enjoy it, and I will be nearby if you are in need. Be safe and responsible or your pops will eviscerate me." But then her eyes spot... Cheyenne.

And just like that, there is a change, her lips curling into that to wide grin of hers. "One moment Moosh-am, I need to go make an ass out of myself, and given I never half-ass anything, we are going full ass. I suppose I should introduce you to the baroness however."

Her body turns, and instantly she is in motion, arms spready out in invitation of an embrace, like some sort of white knight in shining cloth, her eyes alight, her mouth wide. She closes in on Chey slowly, time to see her approach even if she isn't heard with that recieved pronunciation english of hers.

"She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies."

Locust shrugs his shoulders at Spider, and just begins to cackle, "You just starting to realize that now?" He raises a large hand towards the party, "Shall we go do what we do best?" He wiffles his brows at Spider, and waits for the man to part before striding down towards the party with a far to confident stride than any man should have wearing the hot pink butt floss that he is wearing today.

Giggling softly as she looks up to Ivan, Lillie says, "I was thinking it might just be fun to lie on the couch and watch it spin about.. while you tell knock-knock jokes on stage," she adds that last bit in a teasing tone, nose scrunching as she giggles a mischievous sound. She takes another little nibble of her apple, and as she crunches the sugary coating she glances about, gaze darting over those present. Some arrivals make her grin to herself, and though she stares a bit, she never stares tooooo long. "I'm.. fine," she then tells Ivan. "The beach is.. fine. It's lovely.." she says quickly before she starts to point people out. "That one's um.. well, that one I know. That's Shawna.. and that is Cheyenne.. Ah.." She looks for other familiar faces. "Oh, Shelly.."

"At least I won't need a snorkel," Shelly gives a shrug and a grin towards Karner and his advice. She may keep an eye on the lights for just aa minute or two longer, until she hears the bikes outside. "Watch out... the bikes drive on sand too sometimes. And into people too." She gives a nod although when the engines die down and Locust appears on his feet and not driving (what an entrance, how could //that// be missed), she does at relax a hair.

Michie looks up from her doll inspection in time to see some recently familiar faces. Otto is given a brief wave and an inviting point at the kine, but Michie doesn't raise her voice. Her eyebrows raise at the sight of Jezail and Rin, though. They must mean it, Michie thinks to herself, before she is plunged into a red-litten realm of visual uniformity, casting a huge black shadow up the beach.

Is Cheyenne being stared at? Why, whatever could she have done to warrant such a fate? Other than dancing to hip hop's hottest hits in an eye-searingly yellow thong bikini. It's almost like attracting wayward gazes was some kind of /plan/.

Cheyenne stops dancing long enough to look over at Shawna having a bad time. She steps over and reaches up to set a hand on the short-haired woman's bicep. "Because forever could end tomorrow night," she says, her soft voice somehow carrying over the music as the light in the tent shifts to red. "So we need to push ourselves to try everything we can, because the only thing worse than a /short/ eternity is a /boring/ o--"

Cheyenne is cut off by Jezail walking up and reciting poetry while expecting a hug. For only half a moment, she stares, open-mouthed. "...hello, Jezail," she catches herself, immediately shifting back into the roll of good hostess. "Shawna and I were just about to see what's on tap with the blood dolls -- maybe you and your friend would like to join us~?"

Karner has not yet noticed Otto and his incredible outfit. No doubt he'll have something to say about it once he does. No, he's watching Jezail approach Cheyenne with poetry -- just rather staring at them, in fact, not blinking, arms folded. "Yes, the good thing about motorcycles, Shelly, is that one can /hear/ them and /get out of the way/ before they arrive, hmm?" Everything is bathed in red light next, and all of the lovely blue in his outfit is turned to purple at best. Shame about that. Otto pages: I love him in Hamilton, as he speeds up his rapping as it charts Lafeyette's mastery of english. You paged Otto with 'Yeah he is bad ass!'.

Rin shakes her head as Jezail makes her poetry in motion play. Shrugging she looks around and spots a few familiar faces an one that makes her frown. She weighs her desisions and then heads toward Otto. If she finds him she smiles and offers a friendly wave. "Hello again, its nice to see a friendly face." Her hands go behind her back and she rocks on her heels a bit childishly.

Marks bloodbag was apparently on some kind of upper, because he comes up from the neck wide eyed, not even wiping his lips and shouts up at the roof of the tent, "Holy fuck that's the good stuff!" The wide-eyed look stays with him as he steps away, choosing to circle the tent and lick his fangs slowly as he comes to terms with this new mental state, giving him new appreciation of the music and lighting around him. When he does finally blink he also spasms his head as if trying to shake off cobwebs, then reaches out waves a hand in front of his own face.

Shawna doesn't quite tower over Cheyenne but the boyish woman does have to look down at her to make eye contact. "Don't 'guru' me like that. I was just meaning that..." she turns her head toward the approaching Jezail, "...this isn't quite my scene." The new arrival is observed with wary curiosity while the Gangrel tugs her arm free of Cheyenne's grip, all so she can properly cover her chest again. Jezail gets a simple chin nod and mumbled, "...hey..."

A subtle chuckle sounds from Ivan, "My knock-knock jokes are horrible...though the lights would make them better." He snorts with pseudo-annoyance in his voice. "I never liked those - they stick to my teeth," he shudders a minutely and then glances around to each person that Lillie-Ann points out, "You've settled in well here," he remarks quietly to her as he makes a slow circuit around the tent - content to watch and observe for the moment. Only to blink once as he hears Mark's shout, "Must be some powerful stuff," he snickers.

"Well...for different reasons now." he responds with a snort of amusement at Locust as the ginger Gangrel reaches up to take his sunglasses off. MIght as well be yourself here if anywhere, right? Eyes that glow pale green run over the gathering as Spider walks along with his brother down toward the beach party. "Do they call this shit music? It sounds like somebody spitting out nonsense words. Fucking kids these days." he complains with a low rumble. He seems unamused.

Otto's awkward nature at a 'legitimate' social gathering is obvious. If nothing else, he is observant, offering a slight wave to Michie while continuing to cloister himself from the activity. His eyes dart from the Baroness, to some of the Camarilla he has become aquainted with, and then to those amongst his own 'faction' he knows. Reaching under his arm, he retrieves a Caprisun from seemingly nowhere, slurping on the packet as a rat tail dangles from the bottom of the poorly doctored package.

"You will have to forgive me Baroness, it just appears that gazing upon you brings out the best of depressed nineteenth century poets to my lips." Jezail raises up a pair of fingers to her forehead before she bows softly, both to Chey and Shawna. "You are of course as stunning as ever, but there is someone I wished you to meet, I know she wanted a meeting, ah my moosh-am, the childe of Primog..." She is actually caught off guard it seems as she easily turns to the side and doesn't see Rin there. "Now where did she go?"

Locust approaches the party with Spider, still grinning far to much, "Man, you starting to sound like a dad. This is what the kids are in to. Why don't you go catch a little buzz off one of them pretty little blood dolls." He grumbles out, and reaches back to adjust the back end of the hot pink banana hamock, "Gonna have sand all in my booty hole before this nights over." He chuckles and finally makes it the crowd. The crowd of blood dolls don't really react well to the large latino. They can unknowingly see the predator within him, and it causes most of the mortals around here to give him uncomfortable gazes. He must be use to it, because he still just continues with his confident stride.

"You'd think that... but never know when rogue motorcycles might attack!" Shelly nods very somberly, completely genuine in her warning of that. But as red light turns the man in blue into man in purple, she laughs a little. "Violet, you're turning violet." As she catches sight of more kindred in speedos (and very creative ones at that), she fidgets with the edge of her airbrushed shark shirt, pulling the hem down further, almost long enough to make it a dress itself.

Cheyenne seems more at ease now that she's not having poetry recited at her. her hand removed from Shawna's bicep, she moves it to gently touch the Gangrel's back, as if to indicate 'she's with me' -- maybe it's a gesture meant to put Shawna at ease? Who knows. "When you find her," Cheyenne says to Jezail, "find me. I'd be happy to meet her. For now -- come on, Shawna~. Let's go see what's on tap, hmm~? If it's not your scene, we can /make/ it something closer." And so, Cheyenne proceeds to try and lead Shawna over to the blood dolls and whatever fate might await them from drinking there.

Svetlana Serova rolls up with Summer in an early aughts, bright red, doorless and topless Jeep Wrangler. One side has been scraped to shit. The other is missing its mirror. Roiling grindcore screeches from the ride's blown out speakers, but is swiftly and mercelessly killed when the Russian twists the ignition off.

"Factory farming, Summer. All those nitrates will make the ocean turn green as we choke on the chicken shit," Serova growls impassionedly as she looks the party over. As she climbs out of the 4x4, she's revealed to be wearing wearing a minimalist black one-piece bathing suit.

They're worse than we are."

The ball chain typically wrapped around her neck and hidden beneath her collar has been tripled up around her wrist in a stopgap bracelet to keep it from being lost to the tide. Jangling from it is a dogtag stamped with Cyrillic lettering. A four letter word in the same alphabet is stick-n-poke tattooed along her exposed collarbone. For once not wrapped up in haphazardly fit clothing, she is revealed to have the build of one held to a physical standard, lean and muscular. A towel hangs from her shoulder; a cigarette rests behind her ear.

Shawna regards Jezail with an aloof expression, mouth partially open and eyes staring without blinking. Cheyenne's touch and subsequent words have her looking toward the collection of drugged blood dolls then back toward the baroness before she nods her head and follows along. "Nice suit." is her awkward 'goodbye' to Jezail as she passes.

Smiling to Ivan, Lillie says in a softer tone, "Settling well enough, I suppose.. More soon." She gently squeezes his arm, then looks out towards the boat and back. The shout about 'good stuff' makes her flinch slightly, and she laughs as she asks, "Want to try it?" to the man at her side. Her brows lift as she glances to him with a questioning look in her gaze. "Maybe you'll get something nice, too," she notes as she the two make their way closer to the tent. Her gaze drifts back to the colorful lights once more.

"You better watch that mouth of yours." comes a low growl from Spider, reacting to the comment from his sibling. "Don't compare me to him." The baleful gaze remains for only a moment before letting it go as Locust walks away to go traumatize people for life with his dental floss swimsuit. "Not sure that is a chance I want to take. I hear these rich bitches have all kinds of diseases these days. Besides, takes all the fun out of the hunt." he adds to the other Gangrel as he is walking away.

Summer arrives in the stylish beat-to-crap red jeep with Sveta, the world's pluckiest chauffer. The Toreador is dividing her attention between amused glances at the Malkavian and her phone screen, saying, "That's supposing the wildfires don't get us first, Svets. Or the kine don't nuke us all to hell. It will be exciting to find out one way or another though, won't it?" With these cheery words, she opens the passenger side door -- or tries to. Whatever happened to make that giant scrape on the side of the car must make the door stick a little because it takes a few hard shoves before it complies.

Allowed this graceful exit, Summer slips one long leg out and then the other, revealing herself to be wearing a black string bikini with a sheer white linen cover up, its sleeves rolled to the elbows and buttons left open. She hasn't bothered with shoes, revealing a fresh pedicure to go with her equally pampered hands. Her round sunglasses are lifted to take a better glance at the party, specifically the drugged up blood dolls. A whistle. "Well. One of us is likely to have a good time at least."

Summer smirks at Sveta and then tilts her head toward the get-together, indicating they should approach. She is content to let her companion navigate which direction they go first, her head once more lowering to send a text on her phone.

Karner puts a begloved hand atop Shelly's head. "Not now, Shelbelle, the grownups are speaking." He turns his head to look as Serova and Hastings arrive together. Make an entrance. Whatever. In fact, he even heads out of the tent to meet them both, head held high as though he were some official here to welcome them to the festivities, despite his rather slim social ties. Otto gets a look this time as he goes past, and a nod of something like approval at that.

"Hail and well met, you two." He nods to Sveta and Summer as they approach. "You're two of the only ones I've had a civilized conversation with in the last week or so, does that explain why you're here together?" A glance to Sveta as he adds, "Karner Blue, if you don't remember me from the other night. This one," And he turns to give Summer a big grin that shows way too many teeth, "should remember me by now."

Locust stops for and turns towards Spider, holding up both of his large hands and waving them back and forth, "Chill Teddy Bro-sevelt. I wasn't comparing you to that dick face. I was speaking of dad's in general." He shakes his head for a moment, and then turns to eye the blood dolls again, "Yeah, don't want to go home with some gona-herpa-syphylitis." He finishees and stands there for now, and raises a brow to Spider, "Well, what you wanna do then?"

Cheyenne leads Shawna over to the blood dolls, where they can convene with Michie. "Have you tried any of them yet~?" Cheyenne asks. She's generally aware of what's happening around them -- hot pink speedos, dirty red Jeeps -- but aside from the occasional stolen glance and furtive wave or smile, she can only be in so many conversations at once. "...each of them is supposedly dosed on something different," Cheyenne explains to Shawna. She eyes the line-up, before picking a woman, and muttering, "Fuck, I hope you're on Oxys..." Ka-chomp.

Ivan reaches over to pat Lillie's hand upon his arm, "More soon...yes." A distant expression grows over his pale features and then he blinks once he hear's Lillie's question, "Not this night - I can only handle so much excitement and the night has been busy." He winks down to her and glances over towards the watchful Otto, "I like his hat." He comments off-handedly.

Shelly halfheartedly swats away at Karner's hand before he walks away. But left to her own devices... Shelly's not exactly going to just wallflower up in the party and so she drifts over towards the half the Swarm present, just in time to butt in with her own suggestion. "You should have a cannonball contest. If you're not diving into one thing," She waves at the blood dolls, "Can dive into something else."

Continuing to lurk around at the edges of the party, like some kind of nerd invited to a frat party, Otto offers waves and nods to people while patrolling around the edge of the party. If nothing else, he seems to be lurking like some kind of awkawrdly dressed Batman-speedo security guard. He offers a wave to Sveta as he catches notice of her, before quickly recoiling and hunching up about himself and sucking from his 'Caprisun'.

"Good evening, good evening," Michie says to the Baroness and to Shawna. "Oh, none of them are really my taste, but I think that one - yes, there you go." She smiles at Shawna again: "All going well? Anyone giving you trouble lately about that business, hm?"

The lights go back to rainbow. V-pride, world wide. "Oh! Have you met Locust?" Michie asks Shawna, indicating the big Latino man on the other end of the buffet line.

Shawna moves where Cheyenne leads her even if it happens to be closer to the drugged blood doll she caught staring at her body a couple of minutes ago. The man's leering smile is ignored while Shawna looks passed him toward the beach... and Locust's butter milk biscuits then the latino turns back to speak with Spider. "What the ever-loving-fuck is he wearing?" The lanky Gangrel unfolds her arms from across her bikini clad chest and holds her hands up to cup her mouth. "YO SPIDER! Your homey's broken, I think!"

Cheyenne's kachomping next to Shawna draws her back to her immediate vicinity... and the blood dolls. "Hey Michie. 'fuck if I know. I don't even know why I came." Shawna spares one last glance toward Locust, "THAT's Locust? Fucking figured..." and then she is nudging Cheyenne aside and kachomping into the 'same' poor blood doll.

Rin seems to have lost Otto so she wonders off and notices a sort of friendly face with a scary speedo wearing kindren. She wonders over toward Spider and offers a soft little wave. "Hello, been a while." Last time she saw the big biker was Alysium. "Get your garage going I hope? Just finished the shop so its up and running now. Chinatown." She steals a glance toward Locus though it doesnt remain long before its back to Spider.

Lillie follows Ivan's gaze over to Otto, and as she spies him she smiles a touch and gives a slight nod that sends her curls swaying. "It's nice, isn't it?" She glances up to Ivan and suggests, "I could get you another if you like? You always did look so handsome in one.." She heaves an unnecessary sigh at that, and as she glances about once more she pauses her step for a moment. nodding towards the two that got out of the jeep, Lilli says, "That one's Sveta. She's a friend of mine."

Aha, there she is, and it is /close/. How very convenient. Jez is still all smiles as it were, drifitng back over to Rin, hands waving through the air as she navigates any crowd. Spider getting a nod as she closes. "Moosh-am, I need to get you some platform shoes. There is however someone you should meet here."

The lights turn bright white the world is highlighted now everything can be seen no hidden anything, as the next song is blares out of the speakers! In the distance another ligth is glowing over the water, it seems another spotlight has joined in. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WrMzFlLk7Q)

"You're missing my point. It's the moral imperative, not the end result. There's an obligation to OUR chickens, Summer. Our..." Serova arches her eyebrows and stands up on her tip-toes as she spies the party favors. "Pretty little chickens..." She's so distracted, gawking at the meals, that she nearly walks into Karner. Her heels dig into the sand to prevent a collision.

"I remember," she says flatly, before remembering something else: tact. She makes a point of smiling at him - award winning, really, if it wasn't reminiscent of being something flypapered across her face.

"The bar must be set very low if we're the only civilization worth registering on your barometer -..." She squints across the way at Otto. Does she recognize him? It's hard to tell from her expression. She cocks her chin up in his general direction.

Seeming accepting of the answer, Spider nods a bit. "Well I figured I would just do what we do best." he answers the other Gangrel with a half smile. In fact, he is just about to make his way toward Cheyenne, when he all but runs into Shelly.

"Oh, cannonball contest?" he questions with arched brows. "Did you even bring any cannonballs?" Spider grins at her and adds in a low tone, "Bet I can throw it farther." His gaze lingers on the Malkavian for a few seconds before noting, "Hey, ain't you that Cam chick that's crazier than a bag of cats?"

Oh god, now they are associating Locust with him. "I am NOT responsible for his clothing choices. He has a damn fetish for girl's underwear and this lets him get it out of his system. Just let him have it." he says to the general public going on about Locust's pink butt floss. Then to Rin, "Yes, we did. In Firestone district, South Central." He nods to Jezail briefly, a half smile at something.

Summer remembers to snag her tote before getting too far along, because one must always be prepared even when cavorting beachside. This is slung over her shoulder as she finishes that last message. Then, the phone is slipped into her bag where one could presumably find such essentials as a towel, wallet, sunglass case, etc. When they are greeted at the tent by Karner, the Toreador fixes him with a smirk although the friendly crinkle of her eyes remains hidden behind the round shades of her sunglasses. "I knew you before I even met you, so of course, dearest. And don't you look..." Summer takes a small step back to admire the man's gradient jumpsuit and combat boots, a slim finger tapping against her lips, "...Unexpected. Which is always a plus in my book." The Kindred looks away for a moment to scan the party and, seeing the strange man in the Batman speedo with the nipple pasties, she can't help but give a strong double-take. "Huh!" She laughs, lifting her sunglasses, "Though maybe not the most unexpected get-up. What courage."

Cheyenne gets the rush of the Kiss from feeding on the blood doll. She draws back, licks the wound shut... thinks silently for a moment. "...I mean..." She looks over at Michie for a second, and watches Shawna feed for another second, too. "...I feel good, for having drank, but..." Cheyenne wrinkles her nose. "...I think it's just... /blood/." The Baroness of Santa Monica seems intensely disappointed, and looks around, including out toward the water, like there might be something to save her from this curse of vitae-sobriety.

"Im glad your up and running Spider, seems I'm needeed?"When Jezail arrives Rin looks her way and offers her hand to the over dressed woman. "Lead the way then I guess?" She smilles and waits to see where this will lead.

Ivan turns his attention back to Lillie and then to Svet, though he appears to be distracted by something else. "What is that?" He peers up into the sky and blinks. "Anyone know someone that flies about in a white helicopter witha big blood red smiley face...." he peers harder. "What is that..." he muses and starts to move towards the water at a slow pace.

There's a glance skyward toward a passing helicopter, and then Otto is in motion. Obfuscation drops, abandoning his attempt at a 'cool' disguise as the towering Nosferatu sprints across the beach. Duster flying behind him, his over-elongated limbs cover more ground than might normally be possible as he moves to tackle the Baroness and cover her in his coat, muscled and powerfully tendoned digits tugging the Baroness beneath his frame.

Cheyenne SCREAMS.

Locust gives a look to Rin when she comes walking and talking to Spider, "Oh, you two know each other. She's the on from last night." He notes to Spider as if he should know what he is talking about. He then looks between Shelly and Spider, and then begins to laugh as he shakes his hips back and forth, "I did." He answers Spider about the bringing cannonballs. Those looking for him are not about to miss him since he stands out like a bull in a china shop between his massive form and hot pink banana hamock. He gives a brief look to Shawna, almost looking a bit butthurt as she calls him broken, but suddenly he just smiles again, turns, and begins to run fast as he possibly can towards the water. Just as he is about to reach the water he yells, loud as all can be, "CANNONBALL!" The he jumps way higher than a man of even his large stature should be able to, curls into a ball, and slams those milky cheeks into the water sending a huge splash out from his entrance into the water.

Jez notes something in the sky, and her hand for a moment squeezes tighter on Rin's, but no need for alarm yet. Or to panic others. Instead she leans over to kiss Rin's cheek. "Stay close to me, very close Moosh-am." Then a look to the amazing Otto. "Sir, I would insist that you do not steal my job of throwing myself on Miss Cheyenne. I do have someone for her to meet, perhaps the only one capable of stealing my eyes from her beauty."

"Of course the bar is low," Karner says to Sveta. "This is Los Angeles, is it not? Not exactly a city known for its conversational art..." He has a round blue sucker, which he cracks around in his mouth. Then he lets out a too-loud, high-pitched laugh at some of the things Summer says. The bright white light makes all of the blue in his outfit stand out, probably to his pleasure. He'll even lean in to try and give her a double air kiss, European-style, but of course, she'll have to play along. "Yes, I'm not familiar with that man over there, but one has to admire the avant-garde spin he's put on the evening. Though I'm not quite sure I'd call what he has 'courage.'" Of course, then all hell starts to break loose, and his attention is thoroughly on the others. What in the samhill is going on? His gaze strays up to the chopper, eyes very alert now.

The water is gives in a large wave as Locust hits it everything is flying into the air. One huge fucking wave coming out of the wave, is launched like a surfboard is a mangled body. Carved into the chest under a bloodly shirt is a large smiling face, it lands square in the center of the tent!

When asked if she brought any cannonballs, Shelly makes an over exaggerated show of checking her pockets, even flipping said short pockets inside out and leaving them there. Not a thing in them. "Looks like I left them all at home. But you could always be your own cannonball. Or a wrecking ball." As for her own sanity, she gives a shrug. "Sometimes They say that, but They say a lot of things. Mostly just got attached to some second hand crazy. You know?" Sire problems (or infamous sire problems at least). Her own was definitely well known to be off his rocker before he got himself Finally Killed. But the light on the water has her attention pulled at least until Ivan calls out about smiley faces. "Noooooo... it's really coming? The face? Ahhhhhh!" She'll just yell a bit in shock as the corpse arrives into the tent, but also... she doesn't back away. She moves towards it!

Summer has no idea about any helicopter or what have you. She's making small-talk after all. She receives the air-kisses from Karner and returns them *mwah-mwah* with no risk of actually ruining his carefully crafted image with her lipstick -- she keeps it to the air. Speaking to Sveta, she says, "Do you see the Baroness anywhere? I'd like to say hello..." Summer has just started walking once more toward the tent but another look at her phone (presumably to text said Baroness) makes her thoroughly distracted. Not only does she *miss* the helicopters and raising alarm, she manages to trip over a forgotten beach chair. With no lack of dignity, the Toreador's arms suddenly shoot out, catching nothing, as she topples ino the sand. Things are starting to erupt around them by the time she gracelessly hits the sand.

Cheyenne is a Brujah. She works very hard to present herself as calm, zen, soft-spoken... guru-like, all of that. But she's still a Brujah. And it's a miracle she doesn't frenzy right now, but she still can't bite back the genuine anger in her voice as she speaks. No enchanting gossamer murmur here, instead ice-cold rich-girl fury: "Otto. I. Can. Feel. Your. Fucking. Balls. Through. Your. Suit. Get. Off. Me."

Lillie's attention is also caught by the helicopter flying low over the water, and as she turns with Ivan to begin heading towards it she murmurs up to him, "What did it drop?" She's still looking off into the night as if trying to catch sight of what could have landed in the water, but the sudden sprinting catches her attention and she's staring at Otto. It isn't long before she's looking back out to the sea, and as the mangled corpse is launched forth she pauses her step again. "You know, there were lots of men that went disappearing from bars and ended up in lakes. Did you ever hear of that? What people called 'the smiley face murders'?" she questions Ivan as she watches the body in the water.

Pushing himself up from atop the Baroness and trying to help her to her feet. "Ah, um..." he begins, offering her a hand in a gallant fashion as he tries to readopt his previous disguise of a speedo clad homeless man. There's some discrepencies, the naturally formed gouges in his flesh from the Nosferatu embrace too apparent as he glances around the party nervously. "I... just, uh..." he stammers - obviously not his usual act of 'eccentric homeless man'. "Forgive me, Baroness... I just... saw something," he explained, his long, KISS like tongue lapping at his lips as his head bowed deferentially. "Perhaps I over-reacted..." <English>

Jez is held tight and Locus gets a frown as he speaks to Spider, seems she has some explaining to do and a full day to think on her actions, Suddenly there is a steak and someone throws themselves onto the Baroness and she smiles at the womans reaction. Rin leans over to offer Otto a hand. "What are you doing Otto?" Though as a body flies past she looks at the wound a bit lost. "What the fuck is that?"

Shawna is just pulling free from the apparently non-drugged blood doll when she notices the same thing some of the others noticed high over the beach... and then Otto is tackling Cheyenne next to her. The tomboy in the orange bikini that she definitely didn't buy, herself, shoves the blood doll away before she moves over to stand over Otto and Cheyenne. She holds her arms out beside her, fingers flexing as sharp talons extend three inches beyond her fingernails. "Get off her. Now. Chey, helicopter!"

The song starts again now the next one, the lights are back to blood red. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjIvu7e6Wq8)

Ivan stops mid-step and looks towards Shelly - he nods, "So it appears." Stepping once more - he pauses again as the Locust cannonball sends the body aloft. "Oh, there were?" he asks Lillie, "I had not heard that...a pretty elaborate way to dispose of a body. How many men?" he asks her and then glances over towards the body in question. "It is turning to be quite the party..." he muses quietly and winks to Lillie.

"A message Moosh-am." Jez states, cooly, the humor gone from her for a moment. But it is gone in an instant as she looks to Cheyenne, offering out her hand as she brings Rin closer. "Cheyenne, I will introduce you in a moment, but can I remind you that I am for hire?"

The blood ghouls are too out of it to react to the body. They are moving back and forth swaying, trying to attract the much needed bite. The corpse is lying in the center of them, it is a man age 30ish, handsome, fancy suit pants. Shirtless, his body is seen way too many gyms and spray tans. He is handsome in that GC way, perfect that LA style, of work done right. His teeth are perfect, carved into the chest is that large smile face, and other bits of his flesh seems to have been removed fingers, and toes from his bare feet. Each done with a blade of some sort.

"If you think the Hollywood drones are full of uninspired conversation, then I'd hate to introduce you to the rest of United States. You might have the same four or five conversations here, but at least they're informed by cultural relevancy. When you step out of major urban center into paved-over shopping mall that is the flyover states, you can feel it suck the soul out of you -" Sveta glances at Summer, then points at Cheyenne and Otto's intwined bodies. "She's, uh, beneath the vampire pug - uh..." She pauses as Summer flails and flops, then winces at the wet noise of decomposing flesh hitting something solid. A beat. She blinks, slowly, and doesn't move to help her beachmate to her feet. She slowly peers back at Karner.

"It feels like the inside of my head here. I think I need to be inherited for this. Excuse me." She pushes forward, toward the refreshments.

Locust emerges from the water, a hand raising to brush through his short mohawk while the other attempts to pull his mankini up before it falls off and shows all of his good. He notices the body and the commotion though and raises a large hand, pointing at the body with a look like a kid who just shit his pants, "I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO THAT ONE!" He remarks, trudging up the sand and shaking the water off his large form.

The lights start to pulse bright green now. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVehcuJXe6I)

"Dozens," Lillie answers Ivan as she begins to walk once more, continuing her way towards the body. "All men who had promising futures, so they say. It's strange, too, because the bodies are often found after only being in the water for a few hours.. and so many are ruled as drowning accidents even though no fluid is found in the lungs, and they are not bloated up as if they'd been in the water for longer.." She pauses at that, head tilting as she looks at the dead man, and she holds her candied apple and stuffed gator out towards Ivan. "Removed the fingers and toes, but not the teeth. Huh. Maybe they -want- him identified soon, no?"

Abandoning his attempts to maintain his Obfuscation, Otto fully becomes The Bodach - long graying hairs sweeping back between gnarled horns of flesh atop his horribly scarred head as he pulls himself free of the Baroness. Licking his lips, he turns to offer a grin at Locust at his call, before stalking toward the dead body to give it an examination. If nothing else, he seems far more comfortably now as the green lights beat down over the party, abandoning any pretense of trying to appear 'hip' and instead turning to divining information about the dead body, even as some tried to ignore it.

At first, Spider is oblivious to what is about to happen. As a body hits the tent and people start going into WTF mode, the bald Gangrel crosses his arms and watches. Now this is interesting. This is the kind of shit he was hoping to get stirred up, and he didn't even have to do it! Hearing mention of a helicopter, attention goes up to the sky, trying to get a look and considering why there would be a red happy face painted on a white chopper. Does this mean something?

Michie wanders towards the body, pleased or at least satisfied that Cheyenne isn't in danger of beach blanket Amaranth. She cranes her head, looking close at it, and then raising her head to look towards the departing helicopter, tapping her lips with a fingertip and then craning her head.

"Or they wanted the digits for their own purposes," Michie answers Lillie-Ann. "So this has been a pattern, has it, darling?"

Cheyenne accepts Jezail's hand-up with a frown on her face. Maybe she's not frowning at Jezail helping her up, but she's certainly frowning at the party being spoiled. "...where did the helicopter go...?" she asks, looking toward Shawna. She eyes Shawna's claws, too. "Careful with those things, or you'll accidentally cut your bikini off." It's a little more tart than the Baroness's usual tone. She brushes sand off of herself -- she has a lot of sand on herself, from being tackled into it. "...no one is hurt, right...?" Her voice is steadily becoming 'normal Cheyenne voice' again.

"...Shit," Summer says, sounding half amused and half annoyed. She accepts Karner's gloved hand and hoists herself up, once more glad for the cover-up. As undignified as that was, at least she didn't flash a tit or something like that. She rises up to her feet, using her other hand to dust the sand off her legs and backside. She still has no idea what's happening -- blame the alertness botch.

Summer follows Sveta's point toward Cheyenne and the Batman bedecked Kindred she noted earlier. "Oh. My. Well..." The vampire bounces both shoulders, "... I guess the party is off to a good start then..." FLOP. The body hits the tent and Summer jerks, spinning in that direction. She stares at the very dead man posture going straight. Only then does she look up and see the helicopter in retreat, just as Sveta strolls over to the refreshments. "Lucky," she mutters before her lips are overtaken in a frown. "Want to take a closer look?" she asks the lingering Malkavian, brow hiked in his direction, as she begins to trail after Sveta -- although her traction will be toward the corpse and not the blood dolls.

Between the scent of blood, and his cursory exmaniation, The Bodach stands up into a crouch, turning to try and track where the helicopter went. "I'm... sorry. I just thought it was a little more dangerous..." he offered in an almost sheepish fashion, before waving a hand about. "This body is fresh. Maybe an hour... someone knows we're here, I think..." he offered suspiciously, eyes beginning to dart to toward the various exits from the beach. <English>

Mark, for his part, seems to be mostly unaffected by the revelation of The Bodach, or the body. If anything he's on a bit of a downer already, Otto didn't score with his sick moves and the party mood is less party all of a sudden. He breathes out a hefty sigh and shrugs his way towards the tent entrance, skirting around the crowd of people examining a body.

"A busy person or persons..." Ivan remarks to Lillie with his brows furrowing as if in deep thought. "Promising futures? I guess someone wanted to snip their mortal coils for some purpose." He reaches over and lightly pats her hand. "Fingers...." he murmurs and then nods to Michie. "Curious...someone has a fetish for fingers." He licks his lips and shrugs his shoulders, then glances over the body.

Doesn't a murder mystery liven up any good beach party? Shelly's also all up on that body, kneeled down and poking at it just as Otto is as well. She nods in agreement for the body being fresh, but as Lillie-Ann mentions those previous smiley face found bodies, she pushes down on the corpse's chest, almost in an imitation of CPR and some water leaks out. "Looks like this one at least had water in his lungs... so alive when he hit the water?"

Glancing up from the body, Lillie glances over towards the approaching Otto.. and she can't help but stare with with eyes, completely enraptured for a moment until she can tear her gaze away and look at Michie. She giggles and says, "Oh, I wouldn't know anything about that.. and I doubt it is the same. The smiley faces were always found on rocks or walls nearby, and the fingers are toes were not missing, as far as I know.. It only reminded me of those cases." She smiles at Michie, then giggles at Ivan as her eyes go wide. "Perhaps! You never know.. Maybe they keep them in a little jar. The cutest of the digits." She lifts her own hands then to eye her fingertips, then looks to Shelly and back to the body.

"I do, as it so happens." Karner brushes his hand off, shoves them in his pocket, and heads with Summer over to the corpse, eyeing up the others along the way. "And Miss Hastings, if this party doesn't go to shit, would you mind introducing me to the Baroness? We haven't met, and I'd hate to be rude." Because rudeness is obviously what everyone is worrying about at this party.

"What?" Shawna looks from Otto and the body back to Cheyenne then down to one of her clawed hands. "Oh. Right." The talons slowly recede and lanky woman shakes her head slowly. "Why did I even come here..."

"It was not for me, and thus I cannot speak to much on it Moosh-am, though you it seems have a sharper eye than I appreciated." Jez notes with that to wide smile of hers. "I would however appreciate it if you would stay close with Miss Cheyenne here, she is not only who you wished to speak of about the man last night, but it means I do not have to watch over as much as this plays out. If you would do me that favor."

Nodding slightly, turning toward Rin and then following her counsel before turning back to examinaing the city scape about them. "I... don't like it. We shouldn't be here, this was a stupid idea to begin with..." he hazards, tugging the lapels of his coat as he stands upright. "What do I know though?" he quips, his elongated tongue lapping at dilapidated lips and teeth again as he begins to stalk away from the party to try and hide again - either out of embarrassment or paranoia, remaining to be seen. <English>

"To protect me from being poked by smuggled batarangs," Cheyenne attempts to reassure Shawna. "And I'm grateful for it, and for you. Next time, we'll hang out somewhere more quiet~." As everyone gathers around the body, Cheyenne approaches the ring of investigators, but doesn't step through. She's quite the onlooker, a short woman wearing a bright bikini and a bunch of sand still stuck to her. "...does he look familiar to anyone...?" she asks, attempting to peek over the clot of people to get a look at the man's face.

Locust is now trotting back up from the water his soaked body dripping with water as he comes closer to all the commotion, "This is some bullshit." He grumbles, making his way back over towards Spider, "This fucking stiff is gonna ruin the good time." He grumbles, and then turns, folding his arms across his chest and watching the others examine the corpse.

Ivan smiles over towards Otto with his attention drifting away from the body. "Oh?" He lifts a brow and glances between Michie and Lillie. "Pickled digits..." he chuckles under his breath and reaches down to ensure his gloves are tugged upon properly. "I guess it will be a more exciting night than I had guessed." A morse smile pulls across his face and he can't his head to the side - dark locks caress over his shoulder.

Michie reaches forwards for a moment to touch the body, at the left eye orbit, and she reaches forwards. "I thought so," she says, gently lifting and then replacing the eyeball.

"As a professional killer," Michie states to the others, "I see that this was taken out and put back in, which is really quite something. I'm also getting a vibe from the mouth that he was drowned, THEN done up, THEN dropped off."

"Oh, I don't know, it's kind of exciting," she answers Locust.

Lillie watches the water that spills from the man's mouth, and she gives a faint sigh as she asks, "Now.. why on earth would you drown a man and then throw him into the water? Seems like it would have been better to tie his hands together behind his back and -then- drop him in if you wanted him to drown." She huffs gently, rising to stand then. With more people around, Lillie takes a small step back, and she reaches out to grasp and gently tug Ivan's sleeve. "Come on. Let's leave him be." She smiles wide as ever to Ivan.

Dropping his attempt to fit in, The Bodach lurks in full form within the confines of his coat beneath one of the boardwalks. Sulking perhaps out of embarassment, he none-the-less continues to keep an eye on the Baroness and the skies above. His shoulders rise and fall in frustrated breath however as the music seems to make him twitch, head jerking to the side. It almost looks like he's going to make a comment before drawing himself back into his coat more readily.

"I dreamt of this..." Shelly mutters, staring right at that bloody smiley face. "But I don't know what it means...." With her staring, she moves her hands a little, almost like a phony psychic making a showing with a crystal ball but... nothing. "We need someone with a really //keen// eye? Maybe they could find some traces of the past?"

"Yeah well, don't look at me. I didn't cause this..." Spider grunts at his fellow Gangrel in the pink peni-sling. Actually, more interesting to him is how everybody reacts to the excitement. He smirks a bit, watcing how so many of them move to protect Cheyenne. For now, though, he remains back. There are more keen minds at work right now. The Gangrel knows his place in the big picture and it really isn't solving mysteries.

The him is not important." Jezail nods softly, finally offering something on the corpse and crime itself. "He is to sculpted, he wanted to be something. An aspiring actor most likely, granted the fame he sought in life in death, but never to be identified and given credit for it." A long pause there, and her to wide smile is wide. "An ironic prosecution. The work of another master." Her voice drifts off however. "It is not important however, what is is that he was dropped off with a sigil carved into him by an expensive helicopter into a middle of a kindred party. Miss Cheyenne, I do hope you will not take offense in me saying that you have just been challanged for the area."

Locust shakes his head at Spider, and grins, "Yeah, me neither." He murmurs, and then hears Michie speaking towards him, "Well, if this is what excites you then we need to collaborate more often." He says with a laugh, continuing to stand there and watch everyone else work on the body. He isn't a murder investigator. He is normally the one that puts the bodies there, and thus he is simply looking onwards and trying to learn from what the others are doing.

"Odd times," Ivan remarks and then looks towards Lillie at the tug, "A lot of effort for some reason - perhaps a sacrifice to some water god. Neptune was it?" He furrows his brow and then steps back from it with his companion. He settles into silience as he looks towards Shelly when she mentions a dream of this event.

Summer attempts to weave through the crowd to get a good look at the dead man, her expression now stoic. "Has anyone checked with the host to see if this is supposed to be some macabre version of a piñata? No?" The wry and thoroughly not-serious question is issued and then she tears her gaze away from the corpse to flit a glance toward the blood dolls. "Where did Serova go? She's a regular Nancy Drew..." That's when she spies the Soviet sucking away on one of the more glazed looking blood dolls and she heaves a loud sigh, maybe looking a *touch* jealous. She waves her hand at the Malkavian, trying to get her attention so that she'll come over. In the meanwhile, she glances over to Karner and says, "I have no problem introducing you to the Baroness. But it's going to be a hot minute."

The Toreador crouches down to begin gingerly patting against the man's pockets, searching for any valuables that might clue them into his identity. She produces a phone, keys and then a wallet, flipping the latter open to check for an ID.

Cheyenne rests her hands on her hips at Jezail's translation of the corpse's message. She pushes her way through -- possibly with assistance from Shawna -- to stand behind Michie and look at the smiley face on the man's chest. "Well," Cheyenne says, her light tone of voice making her sarcasm insidiously subtle, "at least they're staying positive about it~." She looks up and around. "I'd like to apologize to you all for the party being spoiled. This was truly not where I intended the night to end up." That might have been sincere.

Lillie can't help but giggle at the mention of Neptune, and she says to Ivan, "Perhaps.. People are strange." She grins at that, then glances to Shelly and smiles. She wanders a smidge closer to the woman, and she notes, "Nice shirt," before saying, "Perhaps you will have another dream.. One could hope." She glances between Shelly and Ivan, and she says, "Shelly, this is Ivan. Ivan, Shelly. She's family," she explains to Ivan, looking excited by that.

Sucking on his lip nervously, Otto emerges from his corner to approach the Baroness after her address. "Cheyenne..." he offers, glancing about suspiciously, "Perhaps we should leave? A lot has happened..." he continued glancing about to those about her. "I think this party is over. We shouldn't linger," he professed with some sense of strain, licking his lips again. "I apologize for my display earlier... but I think the police are coming..." <English>

"Let me see that phone, Hastings." Karner flicks his palm open and closed a few times in front of Summer's face, dropping the 'Miss' this time. He glances around at the other Kindred surrounding the body, as if trying to get a sense for these people, eyes lingering briefly on Lillie-Ann, Shelly, and Ivan.

"I think the smiley face is a fairly recent occult sigul," Michie remarks to Ivan. "If you've all had your at-bats on it, I know someone to help get rid of it; hate to spoil the mood any further..." She cups the dead man's face for a moment in thought, looking up and over towards the others, as if in hope.

Whatever drug Mark was on doesn't last long, his wide-eyed and pumped up attitude is all but gone now, replaced with sullen silence and tiredness. He lingers now outside the tent, looking furtively around. Fellow petty criminals would probably recognise the appearance of a rat pondering when the right time to flee is.

Shawna does in fact assist Cheyenne in getting closer to the body. Not a bodyguard, but she does firmly nudge aside anyone who may block the baroness's progress, though! The lanky woman glances toward the ground and scowls slightly, covers her bikini-top with a fold of her arms, then nods her head down toward Summer, "Hey again... does he have an ID or something?" Otto's words have her scowling further, "Fuck, dude, in front of the Tower, too? Cheyenne isn't going anywhere."

Listening to Jez she stands at takes a step back, she offered what she could about the body and its getting crowded. "A challenge? Thats a pretty good way to do it, flashy and mysterious. Are there any groups that have that symbol?" Her gaze going over to spy Otto approaching Cheyenne and she sighs at his suggestion. "That would suck, what a shitty way to end a nice party." She looks at the blood dolls with curiosity now that the immediate interesting thing has ended for her.

"I've had many dreams and sure there will be many more. Not often there's two so vivid in two days.... both different, but both about these beaches..." Shelly glances up at Lillie, then around to where she last saw Spider and over to Cheyenne giving her speech as well. "wonder if it has anything to do with her brother."

Ivan grins wider to Lillie and then tips his head to Shelly, "Well met and I agree more dreams the better." He studies Shelly for a moment and lightly rests his hand on Lillie's shoulder, then looks towards Michie, "Oh? Occult?" He perks up and looks from Michie towards the body again. "Bodies never spoil my mood...." he caresses his chin with his free gloved hand. Absently, he nods to Karner when he feels the man's attention upon himself.

The lights start to blink red and blue. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xB2DY1Q74oQ) As the sound of sirens come out into the world.

"Ooohhhh, blyaaaaat," Serova groans in appreciation as her blood soaked lips part from the squirting, gaping hole in the side of the party favor's neck. She does a haphazard job of getting the treat back in one piece, but when she releases her, the toy crumples to the ground regardless. She lost a lot of blood, and Serova's dilated pupils are a sure sign that something potent was brewing in her veins. She shuts her eyes for a long moment, letting the strobes flash through her eyelids, before dreamily opening them again and focusing with hawklike intensity upon Summer - waving her over, beckoning her. Who is she not to approach? She steps over her snack, the tainted blood spilling from her chin to her chest.

"What, are you going to spoil my high, Summer?" She leans in, bumping foreheads a little too roughly to be affectionate, before dragging her attention over toward the mutilated corpse.

"Don't make me do it."

Scowling, Otto turns to Shawna and forces a cruel smile, "Yes, much better to get cordoned off by the police." He waves an elongated hand about dismissively, "There are bigger concerns. However - forgive me 'my Baroness' if you'd rather get caught and left to languish in the corner of a jail cell, or worse..." he snapped, dropping the subject and turning from the group. As he stepped away from the group he immediately began to fade from vision as the full extent of Obfucsation took hold, leaving his foot prints in the sand as he began to leave. <English>

Lillie glances away in time to catch sight of the flashing lights in the distance, and with a quick look to Ivan, she says, "I think it's time to go for that walk in the park.. Don't you, darling?" She smiles at him and then turns, beginning to make her way down the beach and away from the party.

Summer reads the man's ID aloud, saying, "Does anyone here know a Billy Eliot Jackson?" And then, looking in Cheyenne's direction, she says, "Looks like he lives in Hollywood..." Her voice trails away as Karner flicks his palm open in front of her face and the vampire gives an indignant blink. She looks at his hand, then the man himself and says in a low voice, "Patience, darling. Or I'll insist you go back to calling me Miss. Yes?" Nonetheless, she hands the phone over to him -- he'll see that it's broken -- and she says, "I may want that back. So don't run too far."

The Toreador then starts to bend as if she's going to approach the body again but that's when Miss Soviet comes stumbling over from the blood doll. The Malkavian bumps foreheads with her with rough affection and Summer endures it with all the poise she can -- which is to say, she cringes and then gives Sveta's shoulder an affectionate swat. "That's my job now. Seneschal Buzzkill. Do you see anything remarkable here?" The perceptive will notice that she has started to rub the man's ID with a little more vigor, her thumb caressing it and eyes lowering to stare with unflinching attention. She's starting to get into the zone, like maybe she might be about to do something mystical or discipliney with that bit of plastic but then she catches sight of something.

"Police!" she yells, followed by, "Shit. That's a wrap." She looks over her shoulder where her sharp eyes have caught the beginning whirls of light.

Rin perks up and Grabs Jezails hand and shakes her head. "Cops! We gotta go." She looks around and calls out loudly for anyone who might have missed it. "Bail!" Without further adu she makes a run for anywhere not here.

"They are coming," Ivan affirms and casts a wary eye towards the corpse. "I agree, it is time to stroll along. It is a shame there isn't a furnance about. Thank you for the invitation...it was thrilling," he remarks in general, before he moves along with Lillie down the bench, humming a little diddy.

"Don't get offended, sweet Summer Child." Karner gives the Toreador a little smirk, although it fades a bit as he watches Sveta and Summer interact. And when the cops arrive, he pockets the phone and begins to head off in the opposite direction without another word.

"The Bat Man is right," Shelly nods towards Otto. "The police are coming. And quick. Maybe toss him on the boat." And while she might want to investigate more... her desire to not get locked up is stronger. So she'll assume some Anarch's taking care of the body and this little Malk will run off into the night.

Sveta locks eyes with Cheyenne. She says two words, precisely and clearly enunciating every syllable. With the extra effort, she cleans up even her own thick accent:

"Pig. Roast."

Then, she grins. It's sideways.

Without much care for the sirens, she obeys rank and moves to stand over the corpse, giving it a drug-addled investigation. It worked for Holmes.

If there is one man who knows how to get away from the cops it is large latino in the hot pink mankini, "Get your car, and meet me further down the beach." Locust calls out towards Michie, as he thumbs down southwards. He is then literally about to plow into the gathering unless people move, and grab the body up, "Fucking pigs are coming!" He growls out loudly. "Move your ass."

"Seems like some kind of a message to me..." Spider begins as he glances aside at his brother. Then come the police and he snorts in amusement, "That was...fucking fast." COnsidering that a moment he huhs, "Usually it takes five to ten minutes for the 5-0 to come a runnin." Hearing the remark from Jezail, glowing green eyes lock on her. He isn't moving just yet though.

Shawna offers Cheyenne an aloof look before she mutters, "Honestly, Cheyenne, I wish I fucking had. What's the plan?" The question is directed to the baroness though her gaze has shifted back to Summer, Sveta, and anyone else examining the body.

Grinning more at Ivan, Lillie pauses her step so that the man can move before her, and she then gets right up behind him. Why? For a piggy back ride, of course. She tucks her gator under her arm and bites onto the candy apple stick, then hops up and clings to the tall man's back as best she can.

Michie is given what seems like instructions, and she gives Cheyenne a brief look, a nod, and moves as if to collect the body. The size discrepancy does not seem to bother her, but then she glances up at Sveta. "You have a plan?" she asks her, in a lower murmur. (A brief glance at Locust at his guidance. Then up to Sveta. She waits a moment, but not much longer.)

Mark steps up and does what's best for the group... wait, no, Mark does what's best for number one and makes for his bike to make a quick, and solo getaway.

Cheyenne watches as chaos turns to a different kind of chaos. People scatter, and as Sveta approaches in her loaded state to stand over the body, Cheyenne walks up behind the Malkavian to rest her hands on her shoulders. "You can look at it more later. I promise," she coos. "For now, everyone needs to split~." Cheyenne looks over at Jezail for a moment, then to Summer. "Can you drive her Jeep, Summer...? Because if she's as loaded as I wanted to get... she's going to get pulled over for sure~."

Cheyenne keeps her hands on Sveta's shoulders as she nods toward Locust and Michie, approving of this run-away-with-the-body plan. She says to Jezail, "Shawna and I might need a ride -- but I need to make sure the Seneschal and the Malkavian Whip can get home safely first~. No need to create even /more/ of a political mess tonight~."

Ivan easily supports the clambering Lillie - moving briskly down the beach and into the darkness. "Don't get any candy apple in my hair." He remarks jovially.

"...Hey!" Summer calls after Karner as he strolls off down the beach with the phone, her eyes narrowed in his direction. But there's no time. She looks back to Cheyenne with an affirming nod and says, "I can drive. Not...great...but we should be fine." Should. She moves to wrap one of her long arms around Sveta's shoulders so as to gently direct the Malkavian back toward the jeep -- supposing she will comply. "Thank you for your concern though, Baroness." She will offer the woman a blown kiss before resuming the task of herding one fucked up Malkavian Whip in the direction of her battered Jeep. "...I'll be in touch, yes?" she calls over her shoulder.

"A plan?" Sveta asks, with an edge of bitten thumb in her tone. "A plan?!" Now she almost sounds offended - before those little hands land on her shoulder. She looks to the left, then the right, before spying the baroness.

"Fuck them! Pull me over! I'll shit down their goddamn necks." She makes a noise that's somewhere between a cackle and a snarl. Her front is still coated in blood.

"No! NO! I know. Four seats! Get in! Bring the fucking hydrant-pisser!" She rips herself out of Cheyenne's grasp and stomps toward her jeep.

"I'm fine to drive anyway! Summer can't use a standard!"

Rin gets maybe 2 feet and when Jez is not with her she waits. "We can all fit in my car but lets go yeah? She nods to Jez and smiles.

Cheyenne watches Sveta stomp toward the Jeep -- and then motions for Shawna to follow. They're taking their unlives in their hands tonight, it seems like! Once Shawna's close enough, she says, "How about we all spend the day sleeping it off at my place, hmm~?"

"Moosh-am, my priorities at this point in time are to see you and Miss Cheyenne both to safety. However, my rifle remains in the vehicle." Jezail notes, cooly. "I do suggest some haste."

That's actually true," Summer confesses, looking at the jeep, "I don't know how to drive stick. Shit." The Toreador has no choice but to follow along, though -- looking none too thrilled to be slipping into the passenger seat with her current chauffer ranting and raving (more than usual). Also, Cheyenne is there so at leas they can all die together!

Locust hoists up the body, unless someone tries to stop him, and throws it over his shoulder. "Gotta get going....." He grumbles and then he takes off. All that is seen is this massive latino man in a hot pink banana hamock trotting off into the darkness with a man over his shoulder, that is well dressed, and carved up. He moves with a quickness strong legs and feet digging into the sand as he books away from the 5-0.

The sound of the cops coming as the boat's motor starts, as it takes off in a flash. The music is doing and the lights out. It seems that the boat driver knows what the fuck is up. The beach is dark, as the cop cars pull up, it's time for them to get to work. Anyone nearby will hear one of them mutter. "This is the 8 fucking body. Who the fuck is doing this shit."