It's a real life B-movie [Backdated to Undeadfield]

[kleptophile]

[Lyn was one of the abduction casualties, not that he actually remembers what happened or how. Actually, he's been feeling pretty weird since he hauled himself out of his grave, and the retarded outfit he's been inexplicably forced to - or the fact that he can't walk unless he either shambles or stalks; he's picked stalking purely for the sake of

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[techno_mancer]

[Quinn's locking up the garage and heading inside to get away from all this insanity... only to stumble into some more.]

....Lyn? Aw man, not you too.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn stops where he is - which means he's able to drop his arm, finally - and sizes Lyn up. This is rather discouraging when he has to look up nearly two feet.]

...okay, this just isn't fucking happening at all. [He's not sure he could drag Quinn to a crypt if you gave him a slip'n'slide and a sled.]

[techno_mancer]

[Quinn chuckles at him.] Don't tell me y'all were gonna drag me back to your lair or whatever too? Who knew I was so popular. I gotta say, out of all the things Mayfield does, this has been one of the most ridiculous.

[kleptophile]

Pffft, like I've actually got anywhere cool enough to be called a lair. [Lyn sounds somewhere between exasperated and embarrassed.] But yeah, that was kinda the idea. But, uh... [He looks Quinn up and down.] I think bullshit compulsions and the laws of physics are gonna have a fistfight over that. And I kinda have my money on physics, so...

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's already been carried off once today, thank you very much Loki. As such, his a little cranky (and not nearly drunk enough for this shit) when he rolls up near Lyn in his car. He looks the other demon over for a long moment before letting out a LONG sigh.]

Oh, bollocks. Please, for the love of G-- Manchester, don't tell me you want to carry me away to some bloody crypt somewhere because I just bloody got out of one and I don't bloody well want to go back.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn eyes Crowley, and his car.] ...okay, I won't tell you that. [He pauses.] ...I'd have to get you outta the car first, anyway. [Undead compulsions or not, Lyn recognizes a hopeless cause when he sees one.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He considers this quietly, looking Lyn over.]

Get in.

[kleptophile]

[Lyn simply stays where he is for the moment, staring at Crowley in understandable confusion.] ...uh, come again?

[a_gentle_boy]

......
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[Lucas had refused to take more than a cursory glance at the graveyard yesterday, just because the town was a poopyhead. He doesn't make the connection.]

...Gosh, I thought the evil twins were on Monday...

[kleptophile]

'M not evil and I'm not a twin, either. [Lyn hmphs.] I'm just...being forced to do really stupid stuff... [He sounds uncertain, like even he's not really sure what or why.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas slowly backs up in rhythm to Lyn's shuffling, though he doesn't look particularly afraid more than he does confused.]

And... does any of that stuff involve following me around?

[kleptophile]

[Lyn stops moving toward Lucas, looking acutely self-conscious. No one has ever been more embarrassed to be a B-movie monster than Lyn is right now.] ...kinda, yeah.