coming at you fast, midnight

[cosmiccon]

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[cosmiccon]

Happy to help.

[His tone is dry, but he means it. And he's about to see if he can convince Doc to leave him and his team to it, when the music stops, and he hears a clatter, followed by the uncomfortable screech of a microphone hitting the ground.

Dolls ducks back into the room, and from the look on Serena's face, something's wrong.

"Sorry about that. What butterfingers." She stammers as she looks up, slightly rattled. She picks up the microphone, and glances back to meet Dolls' eyes in the crowd. "How about a little Blue Bayou?"

Blue Bayou was the agreed upon code phrase if trouble was afoot. He scans the crowd for any sign of Alys and realizes she must have headed down on her own.]

Shit.

[cowman]

( Old instincts kick in as Doc follows friend back inside, assessing the situation. He is playing catchup at this point. )

What, I quite like Blue Bayou. It is a tad repetitive but it is stylistic and romantic.

[cosmiccon]

[He shakes his head.]

It's a code phrase. It means something's wrong.

[He tips his head to the side, because if Doc Holliday is going to crash his party, he might as well use him. Serena's trapped on the stage, after all.]

C'mon. I think my teammate's in trouble.

[cowman]

I am right behind.

( He lets Dolls take point, noticing Serena now (17) as an ally of Doll's as well. )

How many are assisting you at present?

[cosmiccon]

Two. Serena's keeping a handle on the room, while Alys was going to go below with me, but I got distracted -

[With Doc. Doc distracted him.]

- And she must have gone on without me.

[cowman]

Now is not the time for blaming yourself.

( He's certainly not going to take responsibility. )

[cosmiccon]

[Dolls knows he's right, but he shakes it off.]

C'mon. They're camped out on the basement level.

[And with that they will head off to meet up with Alys.]