A Bizarre New World, Chapter Two: Black Magic Woman

[Yun Lao]

Jinny rolled her eyes as the sky seemed to grow dark, as if storm clouds suddenly appeared. [Genesis] slithered along the ground around Jinny's feet like a liquid snake. "Yeah, right. All I know about you is that you're a creep, and that's enough for me."

As soon as Genesis emerged, slithering across the concrete like a serpent, the stand would find that each portion that touched the ground was quickly adhering to it. Jinny herself would find her feet firmly in place of the ground.

The man chuckled, taking a few steps back from her, "Perhaps to you I am a creep, but those more open-minded call me the Partyman."

Materializing beside him was a humanoid creature,



"... and this is my friend「Raspberry Beret」. He's a bit clingy," Partyman added, laughing at his own joke.

[Yun Lao]

"Told you we should've turned him into a spider. Spider's got eight arms and as many eyes, much better drivers than some dusty old ****." Vivian noted, rubbing the back of her head.

"Couldn't even run over that guy."

Upon impact, Sandra was violently jostled in her seat. She wasn't so much of a renegsde that she refused to wear a seatbelt. It turned out that probably saved her life. Her glass bottle of bourbon flew out of her hand and shattered against the window.

Her chest was killing her in the spot where the seatbelt was violently pressed against her. The back of her head was killing her after slamming into the headrest.

When she came to, she let out a string of curses, some in Spanish, others in German. "Should have run him over," she sighed as she pulled out her two Bowie knives.

The figure was close enough now that they could recognize him, although it might have been difficult as his hair was no longer spiked and dyed.



"Just four?" George Line muttered a nervous panic in his tone, "It's okay, kay, kay... Flors will understand as long as they're all dead..."

[Yun Lao]

"Aye, it is rather muggy, innit," Suzie concurred as she followed him inside, "Cheers, mate. Shouldn't be longer than twenty minutes."



But oh, what a slog it was to go to market. Was it the sheer number of people in the building? It couldn't be, there were far more at the Joestar manor not two nights ago, though this was rather out of the way. Perchance did something die in the vents?

She picked up a box of dried fruit, and sweat left a mottled handprint on the box. "Oh..."

Suzie moved toward a sandwich shop brazier. Despite the smell of the panini press, the heat radiating off was anything but dry. Quite surprising, given the sheer size of the things.

"Two Croque Monsieurs, please."



As she waited for the order to bake, she cast her eyes around the rest of the Otto, the soothing twang of the bluegrass carrying through the shop.

...Miguel had the right idea. Bloody hell, she thought, that'll be the next stop.

But for the capelet wrapped around her shoulders, she counted her blessings that the effluvial stickiness only rolled down in droplets down her face for the moment.

Suzie would find the cook, with teeth grit, trying to tear his spatula from his hand, only to realize in horror that his other hand was now firmly stuck to the utensil. It was perhaps then she might have registered the box of dried fruit was quickly becoming more attached to her.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

The figure was close enough now that they could recognize him, although it might have been difficult as his hair was no longer spiked and dyed.



"Just four?" George Line muttered a nervous panic in his tone, "It's okay, kay, kay... Flors will understand as long as they're all dead..."

"Oh hey! How's your boyfriend?" Vivian blurted out before remembering.

"OH RIGHT HE'S DEAD, WHOOPS."

[grampagen]

Suzie would find the cook, with teeth grit, trying to tear his spatula from his hand, only to realize in horror that his other hand was now firmly stuck to the utensil. It was perhaps then she might have registered the box of dried fruit was quickly becoming more attached to her.

"!!...sir, are you alright...?"

With a stammer and a start start, Suzie dropped the shopping basket she was carrying, only to find the single item she'd lifted from the shelf was stuck to her hand.

"What?"

Instinctively she grabbed and pulled with her other hand, hoping to pluck the sticky paper card off by loosing her nylon netting glove.

[Tami]

As soon as Genesis emerged, slithering across the concrete like a serpent, the stand would find that each portion that touched the ground was quickly adhering to it. Jinny herself would find her feet firmly in place of the ground.

The man chuckled, taking a few steps back from her, "Perhaps to you I am a creep, but those more open-minded call me the Partyman."

Materializing beside him was a humanoid creature,



"... and this is my friend「Raspberry Beret」. He's a bit clingy," Partyman added, laughing at his own joke.

Taking a calming breath to squash the creeping panic, Jinny realized what happened. She then tried to, what, de-materialize?, summon back? [Genesis] in hopes of freeing her from the sticky ground. As she did, the illusion faded and the hot Texas sun returned. As she did, she considered her own situation, wondering if she can get herself unstuck. As she did, she wondered where Jamie was. Is she sleeping through all of this?

[MrSandman]

The figure was close enough now that they could recognize him, although it might have been difficult as his hair was no longer spiked and dyed.



"Just four?" George Line muttered a nervous panic in his tone, "It's okay, kay, kay... Flors will understand as long as they're all dead..."

"Oh hey! How's your boyfriend?" Vivian blurted out before remembering.

"OH RIGHT HE'S DEAD, WHOOPS."

"Save the quips for outside the car...." Lucy unclasped the seatbelt after a moment to recover, and quickly put her weight into shoving the door open and taking up a cover position behind it as she quietly motioned for the others to quickly follow as she made quick scan of the area, the roadside and the condition of the car, pausing only a moments hesitation with a side glance back to the toppled supplies in the back area...including all the jerky that must be protected at all costs.

[Yun Lao]

Van Alpha

"!!...sir, are you alright...?"

With a stammer and a start start, Suzie dropped the shopping basket she was carrying, only to find the single item she'd lifted from the shelf was stuck to her hand.

"What?"

Instinctively she grabbed and pulled with her other hand, hoping to pluck the sticky paper card off by loosing her nylon netting glove.

Fortunately, her glove had not adhered to her hand (or at least not yet), and Suzie would be able to rid herself of the sticky object by losing the glove. Unfortunately, her shoes were another story and unlike the glove, it would be very unwise to try and take them off.

Taking a calming breath to squash the creeping panic, Jinny realized what happened. She then tried to, what, de-materialize?, summon back? [Genesis] in hopes of freeing her from the sticky ground. As she did, the illusion faded and the hot Texas sun returned. As she did, she considered her own situation, wondering if she can get herself unstuck. As she did, she wondered where Jamie was. Is she sleeping through all of this?

Genesis would return to the aether, although what bits had firmly been stuck to the concrete would be pulled off. Thanks to her quick thinking, it was a little more akin to ripping tape off a hairy patch of skin.

Va-Wreckage? Omega

"Oh hey! How's your boyfriend?" Vivian blurted out before remembering.

"OH RIGHT HE'S DEAD, WHOOPS."

"Save the quips for outside the car...." Lucy unclasped the seatbelt after a moment to recover, and quickly put her weight into shoving the door open and taking up a cover position behind it as she quietly motioned for the others to quickly follow as she made quick scan of the area, the roadside and the condition of the car, pausing only a moments hesitation with a side glance back to the toppled supplies in the back area...including all the jerky that must be protected at all costs.

He visibly twitched that Vivian's comment, muttering manically to himself, "It's okay-kay... just ignore them... Coughing, George's eyes darted nearby where an oddly-shaped, yet familiar creature materialized, "Florida-Georgia Line! Crush 'em!"

"KILL!!"

Raising both of its stubby arms upward, the stand slowly lowered its limbs. In response, the top of the van began to cave inward as if a massive weight had been placed atop of it.

[KingofPie]

The stop was pretty heavily stocked when it came to drinks, with your usual brands, the odd local brands, and ever a few things you wouldn't expect to see in this region. As for snacks, it varied from bagged treats, freshly made, and even a few frozen items you could use a microwave to heat up.

Regardless, the stickiness of the humidity could still be felt throughout the store, as everything they touched gripped them just a bit longer than usual.

Miguel managed to grab a big assortment of bottled waters and iced teas and headed over towards one of the the counters. "Yo, can I get two bags for these, please?" he inquired to the cashier.

[Yun Lao]

Miguel managed to grab a big assortment of bottled waters and iced teas and headed over towards one of the the counters. "Yo, can I get two bags for these, please?" he inquired to the cashier.

Miguel would find the poor cashier in a pitiable condition, with both her hands and the side of her face stuck to the counter. Unbeknownst to most, the woman had tried to dislodge her feet from the ground, only to trip and resulting in her current predictament.

"Please..." She whimpered to him, "Please help me!"

The same realization that Suzie had would come to him as he could feel the cold drinks quickly attaching to his arms.

[KingofPie]

Miguel would find the poor cashier in a pitiable condition, with both her hands and the side of her face stuck to the counter. Unbeknownst to most, the woman had tried to dislodge her feet from the ground, only to trip and resulting in her current predictament.

"Please..." She whimpered to him, "Please help me!"

The same realization that Suzie had would come to him as he could feel the cold drinks quickly attaching to his arms.

"Hey, what..." Miguel paused taking a minute to consider how one would end up in this situation. He would soon discover that he was in much of the same predicament. once he attempted to set the drinks down to offer assistance. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what kinda..." Miguel turned his head, perplexed, attempting to shake his arms loose of the drinks, attempting to loosen them up from whatever had caused them to cling to him in the first place.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

The figure was close enough now that they could recognize him, although it might have been difficult as his hair was no longer spiked and dyed.



"Just four?" George Line muttered a nervous panic in his tone, "It's okay, kay, kay... Flors will understand as long as they're all dead..."

When Sandra climbed out of the van to join her "sisters" against the unknown maniac who thought standing in the middle of the fucking street was just a great idea, she squinted her eyes as she beheld him. "The **** is that?" she muttered.

He visibly twitched that Vivian's comment, muttering manically to himself, "It's okay-kay... just ignore them... Coughing, George's eyes darted nearby where an oddly-shaped, yet familiar creature materialized, "Florida-Georgia Line! Crush 'em!"

"KILL!!"

Raising both of its stubby arms upward, the stand slowly lowered its limbs. In response, the top of the van began to cave inward as if a massive weight had been placed atop of it.

"Wait, ****!"

It was one of those two jackasses from the bus! Those fucking psychos nearly killed them all, along with that dickhead driver. She growled and sheathed one of her knives. "Fucker wants to join his boy in hell. Let's give 'im a one-way ticket!"

「Bring Me The Throne」 materialized in Sandra's empty hand. The book had proven its worth in the wee hours of that morning against "Debra". It was time to see what kind of fucking crazy **** it could do in a fight. "Go Stand Go!" she shouted as she hurled the book at George with all her might.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

The air condition sputtered and died, followed shortly by the lights, leaving the truck stop's interior illuminated by the blazing sun outside.

"What the hell is goin-- WHAT THE HELL?!"

One of the truckers seated at a table tried to stand, only to find that his body firmly adhered to it. Similar shouts and shrieks could be heard as others found themselves in similar situations.



"Such a shame," He said, squatting down to be closer to her eye level, "Because I know everything about you and your siblings."

Boris calls forth Big time." Big Time, do something about this damn door will ya!" Boris shouted.

Big time moves its clocks around and points at the door.

[Tami]

Van Alpha


Genesis would return to the aether, although what bits had firmly been stuck to the concrete would be pulled off. Thanks to her quick thinking, it was a little more akin to ripping tape off a hairy patch of skin.

Twitching slightly as [Genesis] returned, Jinny managed, somehow to hold it together and stay calm. Unable to move her feet, and unarmed, her mind raced with thoughts about what to do. As she did, she continued to calmly look at her attacker, and did the one thing that occasionally worked in situations likes this, at least in the movies, "So, tell me, which terrorist organization are you with?"

[Jcogginsa]

John, meanwhile had been waiting in the van for the others, not seeing any need to go inside. However, upon noticing the commotion, he exited and approached the truck stop, as covertly as he could.