Trish's eye opened as her phone chirped once more. She yawned and stretched her arms. She had fallen asleep in the chair, since everyone seemed to forget that she was still down in the "conversation room" and didn't bother to send her back upstairs. Or maybe Myers just hated her. That's plausible too.

The phone blipped again, and Trish fumbled around for it as it toppled off the tabletop.

"H'lo?" she croaked groggily. The phone beeped into her ear. Text message. Oh.

SO YOU GUYS STILL THERE?

"'Course I'm still-- unghf. Right. Text message." She rubbed he eyes with her knuckles and punched a few keys.

YEAH. STILL HERE. WHICH ONE ARE YOU AGAIN?

Trish walked over to the door. It sounded quiet outside. What, did they abandon the entire mansion while she was asleep?

"I want breakfast," she grumbled to herself, giving the door a swift kick.It may be noted that Trish was not a morning person.

"You could try opening it, you know," Troy said. If Trish should turn around, she would see her brother leaning back against the far wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, with a mysterious new fridge to his right.

"It's not like you were locked in. Well, you were before, but not now."

There were bags underneath his eyes. He had spent quite a long night waiting for the interrogation that never came; finally, he had sick of waiting, and simply busted down the door. Surprisingly, nobody came after him even then - it seemed that they really had forgotten about him.

Needless to say, he was pissed. So pissed that he stole a miniature fridge from one of the guest rooms - or rather, relocated it to their interrogation room. He wasn't sure how much food he'd need to eat to calm down, but it didn't seem to be enough. Still, he had to make do.

Opening the freezer, he pulled out a bucket of ice cream, chocolate ice cream, and began to dig into it with a spoon. "So, who sent you a message this time? And, can we track them down?"

Harm decided to remain at the mansion on guard duty, he'd seen enough of the Gates during his time as a Warden and later with the Blood.

After a couple laps around the grounds and a steak to asauge his hunger Harm made his way out to the pool, leaned his sword tip down against a lounge chair and stripped down to his trunks, giving the girls quite the show of corded muscle and white scars.

"Morning girls," Harm said with a smile, "a beautiful day to spend enjoying the sun and the waves. Well what waves there are!"

Flashing them a wide grin, Harm made an impossible leap into the air and cannon balled into the pool... Sending a gout of water speeding toward Laurella and Stacey.

"If you wanted breakfast, all you had to do was ask," Jenkins said as he came around the corner. "There was no need to haul the refrigerator down all the way down here, as the cooks have prepared a splendid breakfast for those who stayed in the Manor.”

The butler looked the pair over. “I do apologize for my lack of service…I was only recently informed of your presence here. With so many comings and goings its hard to keep track, you understand. That, and I never come down here often myself…I was quite put out when they turned these rooms into holding cells or whatever they called them…they used to be such wonderful guest quarters…”

It was obvious that Jenkins had had this on his chest for a while, and seemed almost gleeful to have someone to vent to. It was equally clear that now was the time to interrupt him before he got going again.

THE ONE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE COPIED AND PASTED AND PRINTED HARD HITTING DIRT ON MR. SILVA! LET'S SEE HIM FAIL ME!

A millisecond after sending the text, Task suddenly realized he could be giving himself away. He'd identified himself as a student under Mr. Silva! Think fast task, THINK FAST!

OOPS! MISTYPED. I MEANT TO SAY YOU, NOT 'ME.' SOMETIMES I GET ALL EXCITED IN THE MIDST OF THINGS. LIKE BLACKMAIL.

There we go. They'd have to believe that. Of course. It was foolproof. Like a mesh cage holding in water. Wait...that was a bad analogy.

Nope, it was probably a good analogy, and Task was just screwed on this one.

Oh well. Even if they knew he was a student, who would ever suspect some regular high school kid lives in a mansion? Other than that hell birthy girl.

John had assigned himself to protecting the Mother while everyone went to the Citadel. He had seen the Gates, even been through them. There was no need to go back. Plus, Citadel people had something against demons.

Besides, two young girls at a pool. According to the mansion's TV, something good was coming.

"Hey! We're tryin' to suntan here!" Laurella shouted, shook her fist and hefted an patio chair and hurled it with her might.
"Laurella, your bikini top!"
The Mother of Hell suddenly realized that she should have made sure her top was more secure and covered her bare chest. "Where is it, where is it?!"
"It got hooked on that chair you threw at that guy." Stacey said, pointing at Harm. She didn't bother getting up from laying on her stomach because her whole swimsuit was still all about the bottom of her thighs.
"Harm," Laurella said, sighing. "Could I maybe get my top back?"

"Breakfast sounds like a marvelous idea," Trish cut in quickly, grabbing her phone. This butler guy looked like he had a lot on his mind, and Trish didn't want to hear about it.

"Oh, bring that along," she said to Troy as the boy began to dig into the vat of Ben And Jerry's. "Chocolate ice cream makes the world a better place, and making the world a better place is what we're all about." Besides, ice cream for breakfast was perfectly acceptable in modern Orphan Ninja Twin Demon Hunter society. Or at least, it was as of that moment.

"First, food." Trish declared. "Then, tracking down the guy on my phone. He knows the basics of blackmailing teachers, which makes him an okay kid in my book."

She examined the latest message on her phone, as whoever-it-was tried to cover up his mistake. He's a classmate. Now all Trish had to do was go through every kid in the class who WASN'T knocked unconscious by possessing spirits and WASN'T in the manor... Well gee. That's vague.

BLACKMAILING TEACHER. I TAKE IT YOU HAVEN'T DONE THE HOMEWORK EITHER, THEN. she typed as she followed Jenkins down the hallway.

((OOC: >_< I should of including this on my post before...but I forgot.

Mintaro! This is for you!))

Jared Greyhall muttered under his breath as he slowly worked his way forward on his crutches. I need a new gig, he thought to himself. I get back from the hospital with a broken leg…on crutches, and it turns out that everyone else is gone and that Nat left me an errand to run! Why couldn’t he do this while he was on his way to the Citadel?

In his backpack, Jared carried a package for a Mr. Caleb Balthazar, which had some official looking S.E.C.A. stuff on it, so Jared decided it was best to just deliver and be done with it. One of the house guards had been nice enough to give him a ride, but Nathaniel’s instructions where that only Jared should go into the shop itself…something about someone watching this guy…so the guard had dropped him off a few blocks always, forcing Jared to limp along on crutches he wasn’t familiar with yet.

Finally, he reached the address on the package. As he entered, he saw a woman who he assumed was a secretary or receptionist or something. “Hi,” Jared said, “I have a package for Mr. Balthazar…is he in?”

Harm swam woozily over to the floating floral top after taking a lounge chair to the head. She's 18 and I like it- Gah! She's the same age your daughter would've been you sick bastard! Just focus on the top, the top in the water, not her top... Well it is her top, and a nice top... I so have to go to confession... Averting his eyes as much as humanly possible with a nubile topless body about, Harm swam to the edge of the pool and held up the tiny top. Well I guess this is what I get for getting girls wet... Boy, oh boy do I need to hit confession.

Feeling a tug on his hand Harm instinctively looked up, caught a full view of the womanly assets of Laurella and promptly sank underwater as the knock to his head and increased blood pressure teamed up to take him out.

((OOC: Please don't let Harm drown. ))