it is a funeral.

[ltcommandroid]

[Well. That was certainly something.

Emotions are clearly high, so for once, Data steps out of his helper role and takes on the brunt of organizing the after-trial gathering. He's seen enough of them by now to know what's what. He's also seen more than enough in this particular trial to decide that the bar, while possibly being the most logical location, may be distressing to some! So instead, we're gonna do something different. Data will deliver invitations, that sort of look like a computer printed them, to each of the rooms:]


Please come to the ice cream parlor if you would like company at this time.

- Data

[Everybody likes ice cream!

There are no decorations, but there are some snack selections from the buffet and the cafe, depending on what you want, and a tray or two of mixed drinks courtesy of Jimmy Buffett. Data and Parker are both here. If you're sad, you may pet Parker (probably). If you're too depressed to make your own fancy sundae, Data will do it for you (definitely).]

Comments

[magycks]

Obviously. Without my powers to call upon or any certainty about how the magic here even functions, all the vast sum of my magical [ she would spell this magyckal and honestly, you can kind of hear it in the delivery ] knowledge amounts to little more than throwing sigils at the wall and seeing what sticks.

Oh, speaking of that, has the blue one given you back your demon blood yet?

[scouserer]

Well, good for you--you get to work with ol' Uncle John, who's had plenty of experience getting out of bad situations without a single spell thrown. Though, a little magic doesn't hurt, sometimes.

[A pause.]

First of all, her name is Chloe. Secondly, how the hell did you know it was my demon blood?

[He's not answering whether or not he has it. It's definitely in his pockets right now, though--he wouldn't risk storing it in his closet for just anyone to filch, after all.]

[magycks]

Didn't, actually, until you confirmed it just now. It seemed like a fair guess at the time.

[scouserer]

[Oof. She got him there. He snorts, running a hand through his hair.]

Fair enough. Don't know anyone else here who would carry around a vial of demon blood.

[He rolls his eyes.]

What do you need it for, anyways? The seance? S'not like I'm just gonna to parting with it without a good reason.

[magycks]

Hmm, depends on its inherent properties. Where'd you get it, anyway, Demogorgana?

[scouserer]

None of your business, that's what. I'll tell you what it does, though, besides the ritual component shit. Injecting it'll instantaneously heal someone--but it's bloody painful. Not to mention it'll allow whatever demon you stole it from to find you no matter where you are, if you're not magically warded.

S'also corrosive. So don't eat it.

[Constantine shrugs. Not a clue why you can supposedly inject it but not immediately die. Hellblazer is weird with its rules.]

That is, if it still has its properties from before it was transported onto this ship. As far as we know, it could just be a regular vial of blood now.

[magycks]

Well, now you've made that clear, of course it's useless. [ ... ] Probably still corrosive, though, I can't see him getting rid of a potential weapon.

Anyway, relax. Do I really look like the kind of person who'd try sleight of hand on a fellow practitioner? For one thing, your stupid coat probably has too many pockets to search.

[scouserer]

Hey, you never know.

[It's certainly what he's done before, himself....but then again, his experiences are not universal.]

You want to do attempt a real seance, though...may as well use it, I suppose. S'not like we have any better options at this point, to be frank.

[magycks]

Well, that was easier than anticipated.

[ He must be just as desperate as she is, she thinks, and does not say. ]

Not that I can complain about you being sensible, for once.

[ Instead she says this, which is, objectively, just as bad? ]