Last night, the characters went in search of unadulterated vitriol, sans Julia, because
hot493 caught some con crud and couldn't attend. You might recall that last time, Jesus felt Azoth calling to Azoth as he walked out to find work. He followed that sensation and met a young Tammuz named Carla Two.
Bringing her back to the warehouse, they talked with Carla and discovered that she remembered pulling herself from a bog outside of New Orleans. She also said that there were "a lot" of Prometheans down there, but hadn't met them. She'd felt Azoth calling, but hadn't know what the sensation meant until now. The characters (Al in particular) looked intrigued by that, but Marty was skeptical - there was a mark on Carla's shoulder that meant "error" or "flaw," and he wasn't sure what to make of that.
Jesus, meanwhile, went to IHOP and picked up some work, thanks to a favorable Disquiet roll. That would be about the last thing that night to go his way.
Julia was sleeping during all of this. That becomes important later.
After discussing it, Marty, Hank and Al decided that they could extract some of each of their humours and Marty could alchemically distill the mixture down to Vitriol. Marty left to get some mason jars, but when he got back Hank spotted something on top of the RV. He climbed up to take a look, and saw a black, oily ball that burst into flame and launched itself at him. The Prometheans eventually wound up crushing the flaming Pandoran beneath the door of the warehouse; it only singed Hank a bit.
Back on task, Marty bled out a bit of ectoplasm into a jar, since getting to the pineal gland to collect it directly would've been painful. And yet, that's exactly what they did for Al and Hank (and later Jesus) - Carla, who has some medical knowledge, hacked into their bodies with a knife and held the jar against the appropriate organ. Fortunately, there's a generator in the warehouse.
Jesus, meantime, managed to inspire Disquiet in the other line cook, who took an unreasoning dislike to "these fucking wetbacks." ("But I'm not Mexican," Jesus said. "I think.") When he left, said asshat jumped him in the parking lot and actually did some fairly impressive damage, considering the dice pools, until Jesus finally employed kung fu and broke his arm. He tried calling his posse to curbstomp the "Mexican," but Jesus swiped the phone, pulled the battery, Firebranded the guy's forehead, and went along his way. This might not be the last we see of this schumck, although I hope for his sake that Hank isn't around when he decides to jump somebody.
Back at the garage, they collected phlegm from Jesus' gallbladder (wtf?) and then turned their attention to Julia. She was still asleep, and Marty didn't much like the idea of gutting her while she slept, so he poked her in the arm to wake her. And suddenly...
They were all surrounded by light, standing in the garage, but it was barred up tight. They saw Pandorans scratching at the window, and the RV was solid gold. Outside, Jesus saw billboards with Julia's face as far as the eye could see. They looked about for a moment and figure they were in a dream, so Hank tried to change his shape a bit and succeeded. Thus realizing that they could alter the dreamscape, Marty opened the RV and entered, and found a man on top of Jula. She was blissfully insensate, but he looked...rather surprised.
As Marty entered the RV, the man grew frightened the dreamscape changed. Everything got tighter and darker, the RV rusted and fell apart, and the Pandorans smashed their way in. Marty smacked the guy and told him to wake up, and then everything was back as it was, Marty standing next to Julia nudging her. She had blood on her mouth and nose, which Marty collected and left her to sleep. Carla, who had not been present during the dream, wasn't there when the characters returned to normal.
Marty and Al then worked into the night, cooking the humours down into an alchemical elixir of vitriol (which, BTW, resulting in Marty gaining some Vitriol, which he then used to buy a dot of Azoth). Calogero came out and collected the ingredient, and told them the last one: Light from a Dead Star.