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Daniel Alvarez-Garcia - Still a Skeleton Mariachi with painted skull

OH. SWEET., BASED. GOD.

The boy pushed out and looked to assess things, and made a face as he realized something.

The entire building was covered in a thick, white webbing and not fog. And that alone...

Ew. So ew. Daniel made a face as he looked, trying to avoid the majority of people before raising a handf. Owen had fallen in the chaos, and the boy motioned him over, frowning.

"OWEN! Over here, but be careful! There's a lot of icky sticky web and I don't think we're alone!"

And he didn't mean Thomas. Thomas seemed on edge, but Daniel wanted Owen and Bailey safe, the boy trying to motion both to him with a worried noise. His stupid brother's help haqd been appreciated but. But. Why this.

"I'm here! I'm here there's icky web EVERYWHERE!"

Yolie Hydrus - Ser Zephirin and relatively glad of it

The doors opened to so much white that looked... Silky. Webbing? Something? Disgusting. Yolie was scared, yes, but suddenly glad her cross-dressing costume had a fake and very blunt sword. It meant she could handfle it well, and the blunted, still-obviously fake sword came out, the girl beginning to hack at webbing viciuously. Internally, she was focusing on web. Is rey was willing to protect her, she was going to be a good companion and help! Help meant web -- sticky web flying everywhere as she tried flinging it off her mock-sword before hacking again, and again... And then made it out, stepping and looking around before turning to rey.

"Ithink I... Oh."

And the place her webbing landed proved to be right by her, weapon or not useless.

"Uhm... Sorry..I was trying to help."

Allison Abson - Still a salty Airship Pirate

Well, so far it wasn't godawful-- until she walked right into web without looking and tried wiping it off, making the most disgusted noise possible.

"Aaaaauuuggghhh eeewww, really? Is nothing ever normal in this town?! because this was utter bullshit and even she knew it.

Seriusly, nasty nast.

The teen was still making disgruntled noises when she saw Cara out the corner of her eye, and reached to pull herr to her...

And got stuck.

"OH COME ON YOU STUPID SPIDER BASTARDS! I SWEAR TO GOD I AM SQUISHING THE NEXT ASPIDER I SEE. SQUISH SQUISH a*****e."

Was she angry? Yes. Was she holding Cara and doing a bad job trying to protect her? HELL yes, but the girl didn't mind entirely.Instead she raised her hand, one finger upon high in a dishonourable salute to the arachnid ******** SPIDERS! you okay Cara?"

Basil Whybourne


Something about the entire situation was - off. Basil couldn't have said how, but he supposed it had something to do with the inhuman skittering sound he could hear shuffling around them in the dark. He sucked in a sharp breath as something brushed by him, the crush of people knocking him unpleasantly this way and that.

There were too many people. Basil had never liked crowds.

"What do you think it is?" He started to ask, and then felt a hand wrap around his, tugging him forward. A small flutter of - something - pulsed low in Basil's stomach, though he tried to push it down, his frown of thought deepening as he let Lysander pull them towards the exit.

It was possibly worse outside, although with more light. Basil stared up at the webbing with dismay and confusion, brows furrowing together.

"Is this some sort of...new exhibit opening?"

His arm caught on a section of sticky webbing, Basil stopping abruptly, his hand unconsciously clasping a little tighter to Lysander's to keep him from leaving him behind. He stared at the webbing around his other arm and tugged hard, trying to yank himself free.

"This is not ideal."

Rowan Cameron (Victorian Gotch Vampire)

The exit sign was the like the light that moths flocked to. Everyone rushed it. The whole thing was complete chaos but Rowan managed to get out fairly quickly with Trey and Elex. The bodies squeezing out of the exit were akin to a dam spewing its excess waters. The difference was that people were stopping upon the exit doors as they encountered something they hadn't ever experience before. At least not in such mass quantities and size.

Rowan was one of the unlucky ones who found himself running headlong into the sticky web. The substance was like glue. It clung to every piece of the teen that touched it. Clothes, hands, face, even his hair (which was not a fun prospect for getting out later). "Watch out!" He yelled to both Trey and Elex whom he had released when exiting the doors. Hopefully, they both heard the warning and could get around the barrier.

With nothing left to it, Rowan had no choice but to try and pull himself out. It was far from easy. Every time he pulled away bits of the spider's web would go with him and sometimes get him stuck again. It was a tiring affair trying to free himself.

Finally though, he felt the final strand snap. The unfortunate problem was that he had been leaning forwards with all of his weight. The snapping of the last strand sent the boy stumbling, covered in the sticky web, and crashing into Elex. The result was the webs, being like glue, effectively stuck the younger Cameron boy to the other dark-haired teen. Who, Rowan had noted, managed to mainly get out scot-free. "Hope you don't mind the intrusion. "Just thought we could stick together?" He attempted to joke as a way to ease his frazzled nerves. It didn't help much.

This whole thing was either an amazing, sick joke or they were legitimately in trouble. Perhaps those monster's Elex had mentioned?

"Over here, Trey!" He yelled when he heard his name. "I got caught in the web!"

He began to pluck at the webbing that was sticking him the youngest Yorke boy but found it a far too tedious task for the situation they were currently in.

"We need to catch up with my brother." He said, worry for his brother appeared on his face.

"Trey!" He yelled again.

Aloysius Sharp

With a wide open mouth he screamed internally at the webs that clung to him as he made his way out into the moonlight. It clung to him and his hair tightly causing him to slowly but forcefully pull his braid out of it. In the end he ended up losing the hair tie which left his hair slowly falling down below his knees. The makeup that once stayed perfectly on his face now was smeared all over the webs he had walked right into. The coat he had on was now stuck in the webs just leaving him with his vest and slacks.

Aloysius was absolutely miserable at this point and whined to himself as he tried to get all the webs out of his thick brown and black stained hair. Every time he got some of it out, it would just stick to him where he couldn't shake it off. He looked around to see if anyone was in better shape to help him as he started to get wrapped up in his own hair and the sticky spider webs.

Lysander Cadwell

"I think it's spiders and I don't think they're supposed to be here." He tugged his arm away from some webbing and unstinting himself from the mess. If there weren't so many damned people around he would have powered up. Someone might have thought he was the cause of the problem but he could have at least gotten rid of the damn things and the infernal webbing

Lysander started to walk away before feeling the tug on his arm and realizing Basil had gotten stuck as well. "Here ..." He caught the other man's arm and helped pull him away from the sticky webbing.

"We should get away from the building. These things ... whatever's going on ... isn't right."

Elex Yorke (undead)

The human flow through the doors and under the night sky often swept out people like Elex — thin people, short people, overlooked people. His avian bones betrayed his sharp demeanor and the knit of legs, arms, heads, torsoes, and hands towed him under from Rowan's grasp. The font of human flesh carried him through leagues of webbing mostly unscathed, and what few strips remained behind tugged easily out of his grasp. He recovered his breath in the night air, safe from the scents of fear and perspiration.

It's just like the park. Here, too. Panting, Elex looked about himself. He caught Trey's retreating figure as the man backtracked for his brother. Rowan was out of sight. Elex rubbed the prickling feeling from his open lips, checked his fingers, then rubbed them across his slacks. Most people still clotted the entrance with their writhing need to find the open air; beyond them, little stood out in the dimly-lit environment. Next to one of the floral retaining walls, however, sat a small box of gardening stakes ready for use. A few others found a similar idea for them — among those opportunistic few, Elex recognized a brilliant head of curly red under the lantern light. Decision made, he followed her.

Elex caught up to seize a stake of his own, with a thin arm passing easily through a pair of rushed party-goers. He urged his recognized companion's attention. "Rhona." Back eyes combed her urgently in a check of health. She looked fine — most of the people around looked fine.

The human dam began its breech, however, and Rowan's voice called above the crowd.

Elex spared a last glance at Rhona, then split for the calling party. A brisk jog delivered him to the scene. Rowan bodily struck him at once, and the smaller of the pair reeled back only so far as the webbing coating Rowan would allow. Elex started terribly, with his heart splitting through his throat. Wide-eyed, he looked to his stake-wielding hand. No blood, no bone. He breathed a needful sigh.

I have no right to regrets over accidents. As a Negaverse agent, murder is my tithe to pay. So why this? He looked up to Rowan as he swallowed his words down carefully. "Let's find him, then," he assented. "When I saw him earlier, he was coming back this way. And —" he paused, considered his phrasals. "This is a necessity." Elex held the stake in his mouth, then braced both hands against Rowan's chest to attempt prying them apart. It began to work, if crudely.

Cordelia Carden [1] & Abigail Doyle [7]

Abigail was talking and Cordelia was only partially listening to her-- only partially because she'd glanced up only to notice that Fritz had disappeared from the place she'd last seen him. Less of a disappearance, really, and more of relocation, as she soon spotted him heading in their direction.

She had only moments to process his proximity before the lights went out and she drew in a hiss of breath. "See, Abby, this is why I didn't want to come tonight. It's always something at these events..."

"I thought you didn't want to come because-- Ow." It was hard to tell in the darkness whether or not the elbow jab to the side she received from the raven haired woman was intentional or because she'd lost her footing. Either way, she nudged back with a huff.

Once nudged she teetered forward, awkwardly bumping into Fritz. She could feel her face heat as she brought her hands up to gently push herself away from him, somewhat relieved that he wouldn't be able to see her face in the darkness.

They were herded towards the door like cattle as everyone tried to move, the masses finally making their way to the door and--- "Spiders. Spider webs, Giant spiders. Stars and stones. I can't. I... No. Absolutely not." Cordelia Carden was not a fan of spiders, certainly not the ones large enough to spin webs that large and definitely not when it was too crowded to power up and fight them.

"Go on without me. I'll just die here."

Abigail rolled her eyes before glancing up to Fritz. "Make sure she doesn't get trampled, alright? Another friend of ours who knows a thing or two about spiders is here somewhere..." That said, Abby went forth into the webbing, plucking her way through the strands.