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Who: Laszlo and Anyone who hangs out in the Greenhouse
Where: the Greenhouse, up a tree specifically
When: arrival!
Warnings: probably none

One moment he was sitting (rather unwillingly) on the stage of the Nouveau Théâtre des Vampires along with his wife and his roommates, manacled to a silver chair, waiting to be decapitated, and then the next moment he's... stuck up a tree? And still manacled to the chair, which is awkward to say the least, balancing on a branch as he is. And it's apparently daylight? Yet he's not fried to a crisp, how odd.

"Er... Nadja?" he calls out tentatively, followed after a few moments by- "Nandor? Colin Robinson?" And then- "Anyone?" A pause. "Anyone except Vladislav, that is." The last thing he needs is that wanker, obviously.

"I say, a little assistance please?"

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That's not a familiar voice now, is it? Pausing mid-weeding, Misty rises to her feet, skims her immediate surroundings for a source. After a few paces it becomes clearer, and--

Fuckssake.

"You, uh, new? You know Nadja?"

Lured over by the sound of Misty talking to someone, Betelgeuse comes closer from where he had been digging through fertilizer (with his hands) and asks;

"Hey Misty, what's...up...."

BJ trails off. Looking up the tree.

And bursts out into mean-sounding laughter.

Both relieved that there's someone down below somewhere and that the someone isn't Vladislav, Laszlo attempts to peer through the foliage, about to reply to the woman when the other voice chimes in.

"Why yes, I-" He breaks off, frowning at the rudeness. "Now that's uncalled for."

Cue a swat at the nearest demon shoulder.

"Easy, you. Doubt he did this on purpose."

And then to Laszlo, "Just show up, or did someone here do that?"

He chuckles, rubbing at his shoulder and falling silent. BJ's eyes are gleaming with interest as he looks up at Laszlo as well.

Laszlo takes a moment to respond to the question, given he has no idea really.

"Actually, I haven't a clue where 'here' is, so that's a bit hard to answer, I'm afraid," he finally replies, attempting to be both nonchalant and apologetic, but not entirely convincing, considering his precarious and perplexing situation.

"This is already...unideal, so I'm gonna rip a band-aid off here and now, alright? You're dead, this is a sort of interdimensional-or-whatever ship. You're safe, minus some awful luck here. Weird place, lot to tell you, but safe."

This would be so much easier were the place empty. Rubbing her neck, Misty shoots Betelgeuse a glance.

"You wanna run for a ladder, or who's giving who the boost?"

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cw; nsfw, BJ being a creep

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nsfw

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and I think BJ is going to fade out so skip him forever!

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rip

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skip her some! I'll probably just throw her in if it's funny

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got it!

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Pop! There's a yellow triangle up next to him, in no way attempting to help.

"WOOOOW, THIS IS NEW."

Laszlo just stares at the thing (?) for a moment, his brow wrinkling in puzzlement, then his expression abruptly clears as he declares- "Upon my word, it's a Yellow-bellied Flycatcher, if I don't miss my guess!"

Not that he actually knows that much about birds, being a creature of the night and all.

"SURE, YEAH, I CATCH FLIES LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS. GREAT IN THE OUTFIELD! HOW'D YOU MANAGE TO GET THIS THING UP HERE, HUH?"

"Although the Masked Yellow Booby comes to mind as well," he muses. "Frankly old chap, your birdsong leaves a little to be desired however. A bit shrieky, what?"

As weird as Bill is, the distraction has been nice for a few seconds. Back to reality, fuck.

"Now, there's the mystery," he agrees, peering down with a tiny bit of trepidation.

"HEY, YOU SHOULDA HEARD IT BEFORE THE ADMIRAL CAPPED ME. REAL FLAY-THE-FLESH-FROM-YOUR-BONES STUFF!"

Bill examines the chair, tree, the new guy -

"DID THE CHAIR COME WITH YOU?"

"Who is this Admiral chap?" Laszlo goes on to ask, seeming fairly unperturbed about the idea chatting with a weird-looking bird. There are worse things after all—he should know, he's one of them.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. More's the pity." Considering he can't get out of it by himself, not even through turning into a bat.

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Steve doesn't necessarily go into the greenhouse often, per se, but he wanders around the ship at all hours, and his hearing is very good.

Fortunately, the greenhouse is a public space and he can walk right in; it doesn't take long to search out the source of the yelling. "Uh. You - yeah. Give me a minute."

He can, after all, climb trees pretty well. So, here he comes.

"Yes, hello there!"

Well now, isn't this a tasty-looking specimen of a human, is the first thought that crosses Laszlo's mind as he watches the man climb up, before chiding himself. There's a time and a place, really. this probably isn't it.

Once Steve makes it into the tree, he's sort of torn by the fact that the guy appears bound to a chair. "I think I'd better just grab you, chair and all," he decides, after a minute of assessing the situation. "If I just rip you out of there, you might overbalance in the process. Is that okay? I won't drop you."

Laszlo might be just a little bit skeptical about that proposition, truth be told.

"While you do appear to be quite the strapping young man, I'm rather doubting you can climb down the tree carrying me and the chair."

However, it's not as though he'd be seriously injured if he did fall; it's just awkward.

That skepticism is... probably valid, really, which Steve basically takes to mean that this guy doesn't recognize him. Which is fine. Most people don't.

"Technically, strapping old man, but if you think we can do this the other way around..."

He considers a moment, then hefts himself up a little higher, so he can brace himself against the trunk with one leg and hook the other around one of the legs of Laszlo's chair, tilting it carefully so now it's both balanced over the branch and propped against Steve's thigh.

Then, at least, he just reaches across and, starting with the hand farthest from him, rips whatever manacle is holding the guy down like it was tissue paper. And makes a grab for that same arm, so the guy doesn't fall if he gets startled.

Seeing as how he still has three other limbs manacled to the chair, that isn't exactly a vast improvement on the situation, not that he'll point that out, as it seems rather obvious. But that was an impressive show of strength for a human, as far as that goes.

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After getting Laszlo down from the tree - which was, of course, worrying and a little scary to find that he had been shackled with silver - Nadja escorts him back to her (their?) room to get properly settled. Her mood is torn; she has one hand always on her husband as if he will suddenly be ripped away from her, but she's also very concerned about this whole tree thing.

She blows open the door with a wave of her hand to enter it and quickly locks it behind them, fretting over her husband and yet a little suspicious...

"How are you here, Laszlo darling?" Her tone is pleading but with icy suspicion at the end of it.

Laszlo is fairly silent (for him) as she leads the way to her cabin, only making occasional exclamations of surprise as he takes in the broad extent of their surroundings outside the greenhouse, still trying to process all of this. On a ship, indeed.

"I'm damned if I know, my love. One minute I'm at the Nouveau Théâtre des Vampires, a captive of the Vampiric Council once again, and the next second I'm here. The bigger question in my mind, is how are you here, obviously unfettered, considering you were a captive as well."

There's a pause as he glances around him, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Are we now back in our house in Staten Island?" This is turning into a bloody weird fucking night, he must say.

Nadja chooses to answer the last, easier question first, waving her hand dismissively as she drops into the chaise lounge in front of him.

"No, it is only a very good replica, but that's not important right now."

Her hands fret with each other, turning over and over nervously. She had been a captive as well?

"Laszlo, I have no memory of ever going to the Theatre. We were all trapped in that fucking well together, then just as the sun was about to destroy us, this voice spoke to me. I made a devil's arrangement to come here in order to save us."

A pause.

"And also Nandor, but I wasn't very picky on his terms."

"I'll say it is," he remarks, glancing around him with no small amount of incredulity. "Right down to the smallest detail."

But yes, moving on.

"The well?" he repeats, his face creasing in puzzlement. "It's been an entire year since then, my darling. And you were with me every day of it!" Aside from when he was in Pennsylvania being Jackie Daytona, but that's not important at the moment.

"A devil's arrangement, you say? So this admiral chap—he's the devil?"

Alright, this is starting to make sense.

"I don't know what he is." Nadja admits, her brow creasing. "No one sees him, barely anyone talks to him. Most of the souls trapped here don't care for him much but he does honor his arrangements."

The impact of what Laszlo's saying makes her lean back, stunned. "How could it have been an entire year? I am only here because I was trying to save us all!"

Nadja pauses, and asks suspiciously;

"All right. How did we escape the well if this Admiral did not help us to climb out of it?"

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Laszlo continues to frown for a few moments while he attempts to work all this out, not really getting how he falls into the 'souls trapped here' part, soulless creature that he is. But then his face clears suddenly as at least one explanation occurs to him for one of their many questions.

"And obviously you accomplished it, my darling, as apparently I'm from your future! It did seem a bit odd that Colin Robinson would show up with an umbrella and save us after having been part of the Council which condemned us in the first place. Clearly this admiral intervened, using Colin Robinson as a pawn!"