justbeingbay: ([neu] solemn profile)
The night in Los Angeles had been uncomfortable. Nico and other-Victor had disappeared into a bedroom, and no one else felt like doing much beyond staring dumbly at the television. Xavin was the only one who seemed able to speak much, and she wasn't exactly a great conversationalist.

In the morning, Bay took the first portal back to Fandom because she couldn't think of anything better to do. She could mourn anywhere, and it seemed likely the rest of Gert's friends had crimefighting to do that she would just get in the way of. (Not that she understood how they could want to be heroes after they lost Gert, but her comments to that effect went nowhere.)

She took Old Lace up to her dorm room and made a phone call she didn't much want to make, because it made everything that much more real. Only knowing she owed it to Gert got her through leaving the message for Evan. Then she curled up on her bed, the dinosaur resting her head against Bay's shoulder as if she knew comforting was needed.

[OOC: Closed door, open post. Extreme emo warning.]
justbeingbay: ([neu] eager)
So far, Bay's brilliant plan to take Gert home with her to deflect questions and ease any lingering tension had worked perfectly. Kathryn had fussed over the purple-haired girl, which made Toby sympathetic, and now he was Gert's temporary best friend. And Gert had actually seemed kind of impressed by the stuff in Bay's studio, which was always a fantastic boost to her fragile artist ego. Daphne and Emmett seemed pretty upset about Carlton closing, which made Bay feel bad, but there were still a couple weeks in the school year, right? Plenty of time to figure something out.

So now all Bay and Gert had to do was get through Romeo & Juliet, see Angelo and Lana ... and then head back to the island of weird. Bay could do that in her sleep.

Everything was going perfectly right up to the balcony scene, when Bay noticed Daphne looked stricken before seeming to glance her way. She turned to the back of the theater, where Travis seemed equally stricken.

There was clearly nothing to do but go talk to him. Bay excused herself and went up the aisle.

//What's going on?//, she signed.

//Nothing.//

And this was why Bay had never particularly cared for Travis. Being lied to sucked. //I know you guys are planning something. What is it?//

Travis reluctantly explained the plan: The students were going to take over the Carlton building to force the administration to keep it open. But, he noted, //We're not taking over anything if we don't get rid of the security guard.//

They needed a distraction to get everyone's attention away from building security, Bay knew -- but what? It was practically fate that the fire alarm was right in her line of sight. She felt kind of horrible about it -- all of Kathryn's hard work, gone -- but she went over to pull it.

Lights started to flash in a silent alarm, and then there was chaos. Bay scrambled through the crowd to grab Gert's hand and then scrambled outside the theater and toward the school along with everybody else.

"I'll explain later," she whispered.

[OOC: NFB. For the girl with purple hair only.]
justbeingbay: ([spec] paint reality)
Bay had decided to try a cool new manicure design she found online. Because she had yellow and black polishes, and she was bored, and -- well, why not?

She carefully applied the polishes with a teensy nail brush, wiggling her fingers as she did. Waiting for layers of polish to dry was the worst.

Meanwhile, on the other bed... )

[OOC: Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] dollpocalypse and [livejournal.com profile] arsenicmauls. All the teacups are belong to me.]
justbeingbay: ([spec] paint reality)
Bay was having a perfectly nice day -- some Netflixed anime, a little sketching, a little calculus -- when her brother had to get in touch and ruin it.

Apparently, Angelo had gotten some other woman pregnant. No, wait, it was better than that: Angelo had gotten another woman pregnant, hadn't bothered mentioning it to his wife or his daughters, and, according to Toby, seemed to want to avoid responsibility again. And Toby had found out by accident and invited the woman over for dinner. Which was both classic Toby and something Bay had to come home for, because there wasn't much point in the mother of Bay's biological half-sibling coming over if Bay herself wasn't around.

So. That was going to be Bay's weekend. Unless she killed Angelo with her mind first. She mulled over the possibility as she reached for her sketchbook. She'd call him after she drew his grisly death a couple times to calm herself down.

[OOC: Set-up for canon catch-up. Cracked door, open post.]

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