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A large group of people show up at Caritas, warning of both the coming of the Winter Court and Rabbit's blood making a mess of things.

7/18/2016 7:00 PM
Caritas San Francisco



Caritas[]

The lights are on, illuminating the area.

This could almost pass for any quirky neighborhood karaoke bar, except that most of the patrons are visibly non-human. Demons, vampires, werewolves, and all manner of folk seem to gather here, hidden from prying eyes by a layer of glamours and protection spells. Perhaps it's the niche clientele that assures such a steady crowd. Most nights, it's got just about the right number of people to make things friendly but still comfortable. It's decorated in splashes of silver and purple, and the decor of the place feels like the grandchild of mod-deco, punched up here and there with chintzy theatrical flair.

Subtly varied spot lighting creates just the right mix of tables where one can be seen or not seen, with a mix of small tables in the center and quiet booths along the edges of the room. A stage at the back features a high-end karaoke setup, the backdrop featuring a silver curtain that can be drawn aside to feature a full cinematic projection screen. Along one wall, the bar is stocked with everything from high-octane cocktails to fruit smoothies. Notably, they check IDs very diligently when drinks are purchased, as this is an all-ages place -- and they cut anyone off who hits the sauce too hard. For that, they'll tell you, go down the street to the Bear and Staff Pub.

Outside, it's overcast and warm.



It's Sunday night...and since the host isn't present, the mike is open. Nobody's seen fit to take it up. Angel came in, hoping to find Lorne today...but it looks like no such luck. So he'd get his usual drink (in an opaque covered mug, so as not to alarm any of his many friends), and find a table to sit down at. It's a decent sized table, with room for a few people as needed. The crowd's on the smaller end so far.



Faith Lehane comes wandering in and straight over towards Angel's table. She knows what's in the mug. She...isn't particularly bothered by it. Rather, the Slayer just tugs out a chair with one foot and flops into it.



Mikhail had heard about this place and it's owner who can give you a brief insight to your future and with the current situation Mik figures it can't hurt. Walking in he heads over to the bar and strikes up a convosation with the bartender on how the whole getting a 'reading' thing works.



Taliesin doesn't have a paying gig tonight, so he's looking for other entertainment while he's in the area. A karaoke bar is always entertaining, he doesn't always get up and sing, but he enjoys watching other people try. Of course there are some people who should never stand behind a microphone, but he'll clap for them none the less. He has his guitar swung over his shoulder, he's rarely seen with out it it's almost like an appendage at this point. Leaning on the bar, he orders himself a whisky sour and begins to casually people watch.



This may be a sanctuary for those supernaturals to be themselves. But even amongst the supernatural, some people need to shield. When Rabbit comes in to the place, his shields are super tight. Like beyond tight, he almost reads a void on the supernatural chart. You don't want to accidentally get a reading from some of the supers in here. And the best way to avoid accidental power usage is to focus yours on something, his shields. The teen is wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up covering his mop of a head. He seems on edge, definitely does not want to be here. And yet here he is. Walking past a table with a slayer and a vampire. He heads over to an empty place at the bar and stands, tapping his fingers on the bartop. He's about as jittery as his namesake. And for those with enhanced scent of smell, he's not the freshest of daisies. Not painfully offensive but definitely a couple of days in those clothes and since he's had a nice shower.




Wyatt has been hearing rumours lately, rumours of a place where supernatural good and evil, even demons and angels, can go to socialize in peace. Of course, he had to check it out. There's a swarm of blue lights that appear near the door, and Wyatt appears, looking around curiously as he steps further inside.



Angel catches something...an odd scent. "...huh." Rabbit, who'd walked by, definitely got Angel's attention. Got his attention as a vampire, at least, if not so much as a Champion. "Something smells diffeent about that guy." Still, Angel's a vampire who can snuggle a Slayer all night long without biting her, so his willpower is equal to the task of resisting that only too good smelling blood. Then, back to Faith. "Glad you could make it."



Faith Lehane glances up at whoever it is that Angel's sniffed out. This causes her to make note of Wyatt, whom she hasn't seen in a while. She waves to the witch, trying to signal him over.



Colt Bradford has been driving around the whole area -- or rather, a taxi has been driving around, as he tries to use his 'Buzz' to locate the source of whatever is making him 'Buzz' in the first place. After circling the block three times, he finally has the driver stop, pays him the ridiculously high fee (plus equally ridiculously high tip), and approaches Caritas. Huh, never heard of such a place. Oh well, now that he's here. He heads inside and immediately sees a familiar face. "Hey! You're...Wyatt, right? We met at a surf shop, remember? I'm Han Solo! Er...I would have been, if they hadn't cast someone else. But you thought they shoulda cast me."


Mikhail looks around the bar as the bartender goes to serve other customers, he reckognises some and follows Angel's eyeline to Rabbit vaguely reckognising him too from somewhere. Then enters Colt and it's slowly seeming that most of those he knows in the city are making an appearence.



Wyatt Halliwell grinning as he sees a familiar face, Wyatt waves back to Faith. Then he jumps, turning around to look at Colt. Then he grins, and says, "Yep. Trust me, you'd have made a great Han Solo." Then, he adds, "Didn't know you'd come to a place like this." He starts to walk further inside, heading towards Faith and Angel, though not so fast that it would look like he's abandoning the star.



Rabbit doesn't notice Angel eyeing him, and that's probably a good thing. He's as jittery as is right now. He knew Mikhail the 'human' back in Beacon Hills what seems like an eternity ago. But he doesn't have his feelers out, so he isn't exactly sensing anyone or anything right now. You don't sticking your hand in to grab honey when you're allergic to bees. Sometimes you don't want to know what is in the room with you. He looks around for a clock, who has clocks nowadays? Everyone has cell phones. Except of course homeless kids. Rabbit doesn't check his phone, instead he asks the bartender. "You have the time?" His tone is soft, his accent has a tinge of New York to it. As more people enter, he looks up and glances towards the door. He's waiting for someone, that much is probably obvious as of now.



When Colt walks in, Tali raises a brow. It takes him a few moments to place where he's seen him before, and he smirks when he does. However he doesn't want to be rude and knows famous people don't like to be bothered when they're relaxing. Though he idly looks over to the microphone, and ponders going up there himself. "It looks like there hasn't been enough liquid courage yet for anyone to get up and sing." He says idly to the bartender.



Colt Bradford follows along with Wyatt, grinning brightly. "I'd be a most excellent Han Solo," he agrees, nodding to himself. "And I didn't even know this place existed until...Angel! Hey, dude. Do you know Wyatt? Wyatt, this is Angel and his friend...." He cocks his head, looking at Faith. "I don't think we've met. Hi! I'm Colt Bradford, but you already know that, 'cuz I'm totally famous." His eyes scan around the rest of the bar, and he lets out a low whistle. "This place is just like the Star Wars cantina. Some of these masks look totally real, don't you think?"



Faith Lehane gives Angel a 'Are you going to tell him or shall I' look, clearly slightly amused as she pushes out chairs for Wyatt and Colt. "Who's your friend...aha. Colt Bradford." He's...well, he's not famous enough, but that could be that Faith lives under an entertainment rock.



"Wyatt's been a friend of ours for some time." Angel explains to Colt. As for Faith, he does do that introduction, "Colt, this is Faith, one of my coworkers and best friends. Faith, this is Colt. He's an actor. Also, like Peter and Jake." Which is enough to identify him to Faith without saying the word 'immortal' out loud.




Mikhail gives Rabbit the time before turning to order a drink from the bartender as it seems the host may be some time, while he waits he ponders on how the 'no violence' thing works here.



Nodding quickly to what Angel says, Wyatt moves to sit down in an empty seat. He grins to Colt, though, "They're not masks." Then, to Angel, he comments, "This place is cool. I gotta tell my aunts about it, I think they'd really like it. A neutral ground, safer than even a place that's protected by the Accords."



Rabbit scowls at the answer his is given about the time. "Thanks. I have a sinking feeling that the guy who was going to comission me is a no show." The brows on his head purse together further. "Hope he didn't lure me here just to attack me in the alley after I leave." He is not happy about something, probably the idea of losing the money that the prospective buyer was offering. Or the idea of being jumped after he walks outside of the place. Anti-violence spells are fine and dandy inside, but they don't protect people once they walk past the spell. He like Faith has no idea who Colt Bradford is either. He was raised in a bit of a bubble. The blood servant of a master vampire doesn't get out to the movies much. And ancient vampires don't seem to own televisions either. To Mikhail, "Oh, wait. Don't I know you from Beacon Hills? Feels like a million years ago since I lived with the twins." Mikhail has definitely changed since then. Not that he wants to know, ignorance is bliss. Keep up the shields and you don't have to worry about what is going bump in the night here.



Colt Bradford ohs, taking a seat as well. "Not masks, huh? Then they're excellent makeup jobs. Anyway, nicetameecha, Faith! So you work for Angel? That's awesome! So you must know my co-star, Cordelia. She's been getting great reviews. Can't wait to start filming again in August!" Again he looks around, his eyes lighting up. "Misha! Dude, come sit with us! Bring your friend."



"I help him out with cases, yes." In what capacity, the dark-haired woman is choosing to leave unspoken for now. "And I do know Cordy." Who's not here. Thankfully.




"Yeah the muscle twins, a lifetime ago", Mikhail responds not really paying attention, just to confirm his suspitions he places a hand on the bar, "Magia tollox de terras. Utera aso utox", is muttered under his breath until theres a slight red glow from his hand, smiling he stops and approaches the group, "Heard my name?"



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Well no one is going to take the bait of a shinning microphone up on the stage, Taliesin just can't resist it. After all, there is a crowd of people here and it would be shame not to entertain them. Slipping up to the stage he looks over the song list, taking his time to fine just the right one. Does he to lighten their moods with a happy tune? Or perhaps allow them to feel the sorrow of a ballad. In the end he just can't seem to make a decision. "Tough choice, when you only have one song to impress and entire room with." He says to himself.



As Rabbit and Mikhail are not really friends. He doesn't really have much more to talk about after he confirms that they once ran into eachother a couple of times in Beacon Hills. He nods his head. "Yeah, good guys." He lets out a smile, it's a lot easier to calm down when you're thinking about the good hearted Carver twins. He allows Mikhail to go off and do his 'thing' undisturbed. He taps the bar top a few more times. Muttering to himself, "Alright dude, you have a few more minutes before I give up and start selling my goods on the street corner for dinner." He is joking right? Who knows the homeless kid well enough to know if he is joking or not. Desperate times. He glances up to Taliesin as he takes to the stage and starts to browse the song book. He's a nice distraction from losing out on an art commission.




Angel finds himself glad the two brunettes in his life don't seem to have come face to face yet, though it was only a matter of time until the inevitable occurred. He's not at all sure it's a good idea for Colt to invite Mikhail over, but...the antiviolence spells prevent any punching in the face or magical attacks, so it can't actually do any harm. He looks up at the mike..."I think that's Taliesin...one of Rey's friends. This should be a heck of a song."



Having not heard of Mikhail's situation, Wyatt adds a friendly wave to the vampire. "Hey." The boy glances to Angel, then to the stage curiously. From where he sitting, he doesn't hear Rabbit's comment, so he totally misses that someone needs help. So far, anyway.



"MIsha," Colt says, prodding at Mikhail. "You forgot your friend." He nods toward Rabbit, then waves a hand and calls out, "Yo, Misha's friend! Come join us!" Then he looks around for a waiter. "Where do we order? First round's on me!" And then he turns his attention to the stage, eyes lighting up. "Oooh, live entertainment. Just like the Star Wars cantina!"



Faith Lehane murmurs to Wyatt, "Watch Mikhail right now, he's having some issues." He can't bite anyone in here, but Faith's still looking for good reasons not to stake him. Ahem.



"He's just some guy from my high school, and possibly a prostitute", yup Mik heard that part, "So, when does this host show up? I'd like to hear my fortune", he wangs his finger at Faith when she comments about his 'issues', "Now, now, it's not nice to gossip".



Quietly, in the background, Lorne has entered the bar. Decked out in a shimmering purple suit with a bold orange silk shirt and white cravat, he looks every bit his usual dapper -- if Technicolor -- self. Apart from the loudness of his wardrobe, though, he's entered quietly, slipping in through the kitchen entrance to step behind the bar and check in with the staff. So, when Mikhail mentions him, it's all too easy for the Host to appear as if on cue, grinning and sea breeze in hand. "Well, speak of the demon, and he shall appear!" Lorne announces, grinning, and winks at Mikhail. "Go ahead, puddin'. Just put your name on the list, and we'll see what the stars say when you sing."



"Gossip is one thing. Fair warning is another." Angel's response to Mikhail's a little on the cold side. And possibly a little on the protective side, as Wyatt's concerned. "But yeah, Wyatt, this is magically enforced neutral ground. Your aunts can stop by as safe as they'll ever be in this world." Which, granted, has limits, as it does for all warriors who fight, but Caritas is still a pretty safe place. Most of the time.



Taliesin isn't really here to get his foturne told, he just has the itch to perform and perform he will. He finds the song he wants and writes it down on a slip of paper along with his name and hands it over. "You'll have to forgive me." He says into the microphone looking over the cround with a very charming smile. "It has been a while since I sang this song." That is when the song starts and the first few bars of Jeff Buckley's version of Hallelujah.



Rabbit gets enough visions of his own. He doesn't really need to get one from Lorne. If the thing would even work on him in the first place. Sometimes psychic things don't work on other psychics. Or they work too well. It really is not something they should find out. He is a bit oblivious to being called over by Colt. As he doesn't know Misha. He also missed the comment about him possibly being a prostitute. He pushes back his hood and he scratches his untamed head. How much longer should he wait for this guy to come here. He looks down at his fingers. He's doing a great job at keeping his shields up. Thank goodness.



Colt Bradford's grin broadens as he looks up at Lorne. "Dude! Awesome prosthetics. I wish I'd known this was a sci-fi club, I woulda worn my Colossus costume." He touches his ears, letting out a small sigh. "I'll hafta remember that for next time. Wait, you tell people's fortunes? That's awesome! Do me, do me! Do all of us! My treat, of course. Wait, do we hafta sing to get our fortunes told? I'll hafta think what to sing. Misha, sit down here next to Wyatt. Where's your Protestant friend?" He looks toward the bar again, calling, "Yo! Come over, dude. You can sit here next to me and get your fortune told. We can totally sing a duet!"



"Yes, that's how it works." Maybe the actor will get something to take him down a notch. To Mikhail, "Fair warning. You're lucky." She *hasn't* staked him yet. Only thought about it. At length.




Lorne idly pats Colt on the shoulder and says, "No freebies, kiddo. If you want to know what I see, you've got to sing for it." Rabbit does get a lingering look of concern, but since the young man seems to be intent on keeping to himself, Lorne lets him be. Instead, he turns to catch Taliesin's performance, and as the changeling begins to sing, Lorne's expression turns oddly distant, as though entranced by the words. Once the song ends, though, his expression settles on something between puzzled and perturbed. Stepping away from the tables, he goes to intercept the singer as he leaves the stage. Then, he asks what may be quite a strange question.


"Say, pardon my asking, but you don't happen to have any kind of contract with HBO, do you?"



Wyatt looks up to Lorne, looking surprised at the host's appearance, though not the least bit afraid. He smiles, though, and says, "Hi." He looks back to Mikhail, and Faith, and then back, frowning a little but nodding. "Okay. Thanks." His attention turns to the stage as Taliesin starts to sing, grinning.



Mikhail looks from Faith to Angel, "Oh, so dramatic", he gets up and goes to put his name in the book, returning to the table he hmms, "While I have you both here, I have a question if you don't mind?", he sips his drink as he waits for an answer.



"Ask away." Angel's paying attention to the music, too...Tal is way too good to be any normal sort of singer. Still, the glance he gives Mikhail is still very stern, and cold.



Charlotte loves this song. Could be why she drifts southward from the park, humming along with her eyes closed and twisting with a languid coil to the smoky strands of music, her long brown hair floating behind her and arms folded, enraptured, with hands on her shoulders as she sways through the wall and along in a little kaleidoscope of slow-twirling steps, as though slow-dancing with her own self. She dances like nobody's watching, since, as far as she knows, nobody is. At least, she's not making any effort to be seen.



Taliesin is definatly not a normal singer. The song starts out smooth and soothing, but there is pain buried in his words. It's almost tangiable as he sings, and lesser beings might weep at hearing it, however he is in a room full of people who are not lesser beings. Toward the end of a song, a second voice entwines with his own in harmony, but no one else is on stage and it sounds like his own voice. Some how he is harmonizing with himself. Once the song ends, he gives everyone a quick bow before hopping off of the stage.



He'll smirk to Lorne and give him a quick wink. "Contract? I don't dare get myself tied up in such things, I find them far too restricting." His accent is really hard to place, it sounds vaguely Welsh with hints of other areas creeping in. "However I thank you for allowing me to perform for everyone."



Nodding to Taliesin, Lorne continues to look both uncertain and yet somewhat concerned. "Well, I just had to ask. Oddly enough, when you sang--well, I just got this one, single image. Very clear. It was a sort of... flurry, like a bunch of perfect snowflakes on the wind, and for a second I swore I was going to start hearing Idina Menzel belt out 'Let It Go,' but instead..." He trails off, making a helpless half shrug. "I kid you not, I got a sort of Northern Britishish voice declaring 'Winter Is Coming.'" Lifting his glass, he shakes his head and asks, before drinking, "Does that mean anything to you?"




"Well if I'm right in my assumption both of you have figured the easiest way to deal with me is to simply stake me, however my sire who you both are aware has killed before, you planned to attempt to help, so my question is, what makes my life worth so little?", Mik watches the fae move off stage, wondering what his story is, "Now see me personally, I like me".



"Misha, did you put my name down?" Colt asks, hopping to his feet. "I love getting my fortune told! At my thirteenth birthday party, we had a fortune teller who said I'd be on TV and live in a mansion in Beverly Hills." He pauses, his grin faltering a little. "Though now that I think of it, I'd already been on TV for seven years by then, and the party was held by the pool of my mom's Beverly Hills mansion, so...." And then his eyes light up. "So she was a totally awesome fortune teller!" He hurries over to add his name to the list, then stops at the bar on his way back, prodding Rabbit with a finger. "Hey, dude! I'm Misha's friend, Colt Bradford, but you already knew that. Are you gonna join us?"



"If I actually intended to stake you, you wouldn't be sitting here," Faith says, simply. Yeah, she's thoroughly exasperated by the entire situation, but...




Rabbit looks at Colt and he says, "Um, no thanks man. I'm good." He listens to Taliesin's performance and he is thankfully protecting himself from the affects of the man's enchantments. He takes a deep breath however as he felt that there was a power behind that voice. His dirty fingernails dig into the bartop as he keeps his self control. It's a lot easier to influence someone who is attracted to you. So even with his shields, he had to stay focused. Lorne however isn't the only one who got something out of Taliesin's performance. He has frozen in place. And to those vampires present, the most intoxicating aroma starts radiating from the teen. His skin goes alabaster pale, and the only thing that contrasts that pure white is the two lines of crimson that fall from his nose and down his face. He is stuck... eyes glazed over and lost in the vision as it floods his head. Clairvoyant visions are like orgasms, some come as screamers, some you barely notice. Colt doesn't even exist to the teen, nothing exists. Except that he is dripping a blood that has driven vampires crazy for a taste. Thank goodness for anti-violence spells right?




"The question you have to ask yourself is, does anyone else like you? See, Mikhail, your sire shut your humanity off. However, if you cared about someone else enough, on the inside, that person would be able to bring your feelings back..." And Angel is about to continue preaching at Mikhail when that intoxicating bloodscent hits his nose. While he instantly turns to look at Rabbit...it goes no further then that. Mostly because he's smelled Buffy and even Faith's spilled blood more then once, and he has some experience in NOT giving in to temptation. Still, it's something he has to actively fight off. "...Something's wrong with that guy" he tells Faith, gesturing casually at Rabbit.



Faith's...on her feet before Angel finishes that sentence, moving over to Rabbit. She's seen enough clairvoyant trances to know better than to touch him. No, she's pretty much...putting herself between him and the vampires, as he's bleeding. Non-violence spells or no non-violence spells. And, from her position? She's ready to catch him. Because...she knows how clairvoyant trances often end.



Taliesin holds up his hand and winces. "Anything but that song." He says with a smirk but it falls when he mentions the phrase. His brow raises and he looks thoughtful for a moment. "It either means that you've been watching far too much television, or I am about to be a very busy man. Perhaps I should go home and polish my sword, or rouse the Knight from his slumber." Idly he rubs his hand over his stubble and shrugs. "Or I can do that in the morning. The night is young and I have yet to be properly intoxicated yet." Though as people are gesturing Rabbit he'll nod in his direction. "I think your bar is being bled upon."



"Now see you're not answeri...", Mikhail catches the scent too, only knowing that he can't harm anyone here is what stops him from moving, however he's still a 'young' vampire so shifts into vampface.




Charlotte stops dancing with herself when the music ends, and she sort of trails along after Taliesin, not really walking, or even flying, but sort of caught up in the emotional wake the fellow leaves behind from his music, carried along with it and hardly minding being so carried. She eases onto her back, stretching into an arc and letting her hair dangle as she watches the exchange between Taliesin and Lorne. The bit about the popular childrens' song draws an upside-down smile from her, which she covers with a hand, but still looks mirthful-eyed.





"Ohmigosh!" Colt says, pulling a clean, pressed handkerchief from his pocket and holding it out to Rabbit. "Dude, your nose is bleeding! You better sit down and tip your head back. Brat used to get nosebleeds after his nose job. No wait, it was before his nose job. In fact, that's why he got the nose job, to stop the nosebleeds. Maybe I should call Doctor Weinstein. He did Brat's nose. And Mom's facelift, but don't tell anyone about that. It's a secret."




Wyatt may look confused at the discussion with Mikhail, but his attention is soon pulled away from the conversation. He starts to get up, but then pauses, for the moment just watching the situation with Rabbit, and probably not wanting to crowd in but paying attention in case his help is needed.



The vision itself isn't violent at first, it's just flashing through his head. But then the vision is shattered and just as Faith had predicted his body goes limp and he falls for her to catch him with her supernatural strength and grace. He has no idea where he is or what the hell is going on. But the very obvious fact that he is no longer upright is the first sign of something happening. He grabs his face and tries to stop the bleeding. So much going on... And his shields fall down with his defenses. Vampires... He actually clings to Faith, all bloody and clinging. This isn't Rabbit, this is a scared child. "No more biting. Please. No more biting." The memories more vivid than he wants to admit and Faith being in contact with the psychic. Get's flashes of those images. Thankfully the episode doesn't last long. Because someone can only take so much attention for so long. And he is being held by someone who literally radiates death to vampires. When he finally stops crying and freaking out. He mutters a hoarse, "Fuck."




Well, except for Angel, but that's, well, a strange relationship. Faith winces as she gets a solid transference of, well, vampire biting. "Don't touch him," she hisses at Colt, keeping a gentle but firm grip on the psychic even *despite* the visions. She's a Slayer. She's seen worse. And she'll make sure he doesn't bang his head or worse before he comes out of it.



Giving an apologetic shrug, Lorne says, "To be honest, I don't much care for the show. Reminds me a little too much of home. So, it's particularly hinky that I'd get that phrase, but... hey, I don't judge. I just see what I see. Feel free to enjoy your evening, and I hope, whatever it means, that it turns out well from you." He turns away from Taliesin with a polite smile, wandering over to Angel's table, and offers a smile. "Hey, folks. Everyone over here getting along okay?" He glances over at Rabbit and Colt, then, catching the goings-on, and reaches over to help steady Rabbit as best he can. "Whoa, there, kiddo! Nobody's biting anyone in here. I promise you that!"




Angel seems to realize that whoever that is has been thoroughly traumatized. "Something's wrong with that kid's blood, Lorne. If he doesn't get some kind of escort out of here, someone's going to attack him the minute he leaves your establishment. None of us missed that scent." Angel seems to be mostly fighting it off, but he's still straining to do so. He doesn't seem to want to get up, even if he sips at the mug of blood. Drinking it MUCH faster then usual, trying to take the edge off.




Mikhail sighs and gets to his feet, "I know a spell that'll turn his blood to poison for an hour, no nice smell and any vamp who bites hi is downed for a bit, bump me up the list a little and I'll do it", he's not concerned for the dude freaking out, just that while the host is wasting his time with this, he isn't reading people.



Colt Bradford flinches as Faith hisses, frowning a bit when Rabbit cries about biting. Still holding the handkerchief in one hand, he grabs his phone with the other, speed-dialing his PA. "Jordan! Call Doctor Weinstein, it's an emergency! What? So put him on a plane! There's a kid here with a nosebleed, just like Brat used to get. Hmm? Well, if you think that's best, do that. Just hurry!" He slips his phone away again, biting at his lower lip as he looks between Lorne and Faith. "Is he gonna be okay? I can drive him to the hospital. Well, -I- won't be driving, but I'll call my car service."



Wyatt Halliwell speaks up, "I don't think he needs the hospital. If he's hurt, I can help. But if he wants to go, I can take him somewhere safe. Won't take me a minute, and nobody will get him on the way."



"My dear sir. If Winter is involved it is unlikely to work out well for anyone." Taliesin says in a serious tone, but the tone leaves as the conversation changes. "I live with enough Court intrigue in my life that watching it on TV just isn't appealing to me." There seems to be a commotion at the bar and he isn't one to meddle in affairs. However someone is hovering near by and he turns looking toward Charlotte, raising a brow to her. "A new follower? And with only one song? I suppose my abilities are improving."



Faith Lehane winces again. Joy. She'll ask Rabbit if the vampire is still alive when he's more coherent. "That would probably be better than me walking him home." She speaks with confidence - a relatively small woman thinks she can protect a guy at night?



Adam Milligan slips in quietly, he does that in bars and such from time to time and, was nervous about being too young until he saw Wyatt, then he shrugs got a table and started to watch the 'show.' The people in the auidence were far more entertaining than the karokee bar, and where else could he sit and watch various supernaturals without worrying one or more would go rouge.



Under normal circumstances, Angel himself would be there at Faith's side walking the guy home, but while the kid's blood continues to bother him, it didn't seem like a great idea to do that personally. Even for one who practiced self denial on a regular basis, some things were tough.



"Oh I'm okay. I don't need a hospital. This happens. I bleed." He isn't okay persay. Because as Angel pointed out, he is absolutely correct. The hordes will be on him as soon as he steps over the barrier for the spell. It's not like ants to honey, it's more like drones flocking to a queen bee. "I don't know what that vision was about. But, I encountered something scary powerful." He looks at Tali. He has an idea but he's not going into details. He looks back to Faith. "I'm sorry. Thank you. I um." He may have got some blood on her. "I'll somehow pay to replace anything I bled on. You should probably burn it. They will flock to it." He uprights himself and steps from Faith. "Alright, drama over. I'm alive. Next performance!" He accepts Colts handkerchief. "Thanks." He cleans his face up. "Yeah, um thanks. If you could just drop me off in a sanctified holy ground that won't allow vampires to walk upon it. That would be great. Gotta burn my favorite hoodie."



Mikhail sits back down as his offer is ignored and continues drinking his drink while he waits for his turn, humans go though so much drama everytime they bleed, thank god he's not still one of them.



Charlotte's arms wave slowly toward the ground below from where she dangles artlessly from some unseen perch near the ceiling. She's about to let her attention tweak itself toward the commotion surrounding Rabbit, wondering what the matter over there is, but then, of all things, she's being spoken to. That. That seldom happens. With the speed of a snapped rubber band she shoots behind a chair, then glances out to one direction, then the other, and offers up a shy smile to Taliesin, pointing to herself with her eyes all question marks.



Faith Lehane shakes her head. "I might have some use for vampire attractant." She steps back from Rabbit. "We'll have to talk." Because, well, she saw what she saw. And, yes, he bled on her a little. "I think *I* had better go clean up." She's got vampire attracting blood on her *hair*.



Adam Milligan hears Angel's voice and starts heading that way, and Angel is one o the few people he knows by name around here. The young healer/hunter looks around at the crowd though still far more entanced by the various creatures he's never seen before than anything else.



Lorne reaches into his pocket and withdraws a card, which he offers to Rabbit. "All the same, I'd like you to take this voucher. Call the number when you're ready to go, and a cab'll take you home--plus protect you all the way to wherever you're going. All the protection spells in the world wouldn't be worth much if I didn't have a way to get my guests home safely, afterwards." He offers a grimace, then heads back over to the bar to refresh his drink. Yet another unpredictably busy, even dramatic Sunday night at Caritas...




Taliesin nods his head to Charlotte. "Indeed." Though it's difficult to tell just what she is, her quick movements have his mind going in a few directions. "I am glad that I was able to entertain you. I hope to stumble across you in the future, but unfortunately I need to see a man about a snow problem." It seems duty calls for the traveling Bard. He bows to Lorne and the few others that are there before he slips out back into the night air.



Colt Bradford cocks his head a bit, looking at Wyatt. "You can get him home faster than a car service? Dude, that's awesome! You hafta teach me that trick sometime." His pocket begins buzzing, and he fishes out his cellphone again, reading the text, then turning back to Rabbit. "Jordan says he's got the best rhinoplasty surgeon in San Francisco lined up. You sure you don't wanna get that nose looked at? Maybe Wyatt can give you a ride to Doctor Kim's clinic." Another buzz, then Colt frowns. "Except the clinic doesn't open till tomorrow morning. Guess we'll just hafta wait till then. Meanwhile, maybe you better have a drink to calm your nerves. Whaddaya want?"



Looking a bit unsure, not entirely sure which offer for help Rabbit was accepting, Wyatt stands up to walk over to him. "Did you want to go now? I know a place. I don't know if it's sanctified ground, but it's seriously protected." He's distracted for a moment, however, as Charlotte zips across the room. He looks very curious, giving her a small wave, before looking back, "Yep, way faster than a car service."





Rabbit shakes his head. "No, thank you." To Colt's offer for a drink. "I don't drink alcohol. I have enough problems with self control. I don't need alcohol inhibiting myself control any more." He offers a smile. "But thanks. You've been super friendly and appreciative. I'm Rabbit." He takes Lorne's card. "Thanks. I appreciate it." Yeah, a lot of apologizing. "No more psychic visions for a little bit, that would be great." Faith leaves and he offers her an appreciative smile and nod. Then he glances back to Wyatt. "That works. Thanks. Fast and protected. That's what I need until I can get cleaned up. I'm ready to go as soon as you are."



Charlotte crosses her legs as though to sit on the floor behind the chair, though in reality she sits a good four inches below the floor, her cheeks rosying up in hue when Taliesin confirms his address to her, and she lifts her hand to wave him good-bye. Did Wyatt wave to her? It's hard to tell, distracted as she is by the singer, but she thinks so. Her attention hones in on him; she doesn't wave, but looks for any eye contact that might indicate he sees her, too.




Given that scent on Faith's hair, he figures she'll off quite a few vampires on her way home. It's like setting a lure on a fishing rod. Well, enough of that. Angel actually finished that mug of blood completely. Took enough of the edge off that he can think straight. Between the cab and Wyatt's teleport, the kid with the too good smelling blood should be alright. Tonight, anyway.



Adam Milligan is soon right next to Angel and somewhere along the was he ended up with a mug of, something. He is sipping it and waves at the champion , though most of his attention is still on the crowd.



Wyatt Halliwell does, indeed, make eye contact with Charlotte, very curious but giving a friendly smile as well. Then, though, he nods to Rabbit and grins, "Okay. Be right back," he says to the others, and places a hand on Rabbit's shoulder. Then, they both vanish, in a swirl of blue lights.



"Oh, I never drink alcohol either," Colt says with a grin. "But we can get root beer!" He's about to turn to the bartender, when Wyatt orbs both himself and Rabbit away. Colt's jaw drops open, his eyes popping wide, and he just gapes at the empty space for several seconds. And then he shouts gleefully, "That was totally awesome! Best teleportation effects I've ever seen. Ya know, on Colossus, they always did the effect in post, but this is way better!"


                   


Charlotte feels like a person. There's something life-affirming about looking into the eyes of another person and knowing they're looking into yours. Makes you feel connected, part of the world. It's a thrill that jolts through her in the moment before the two disappear and she rises from her low hover in an attentive perk, eyes going vague to see whether she can suss where they've gone.



Angel nods to Adam, "Good to see you, Adam." But meanwhile...has something come up, and Angel needs to depart. "Good to see you as always, Lorne. And watch out for that kid if he comes back. He's going to need safe transport home, practically every time..." Anything that tests Angel's control and discipline that much...is almost certainly going to overwhelm everyone else's self control too.



From the bar, Lorne raises his glass to Angel and says, "Good luck with your endeavors, big guy. And don't worry. I've always got cab vouchers on hand for high-risk clients." Which includes vampires who end up at the bar during the day, too. As the vampire departs, the Host returns to engaging with the clients at the bar, just making small-talk and schmoozing, as one would expect him to do.  

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