#fenixtj

OOC Ok, let me adjust, then.

Well. Right of Rescue. Maul in hand, she spins in place and stomps her foot once, Hopscotching herself with a bounce to land (hopefully) behind them.

A leap, a bound and up and over and another thump behind them. The two figures look to be local men, bad hombres, kidnapping a blonde woman who must be a tourist, and it is that tourist who she kenned.

Jessica wastes no time on bravado; these guys are probably armed. She takes them out as efficiently as she can; hard to drag people away when your own legs are broken.

(Blunt force trauma to the head can be lethal, after all....)

Well chosen, the man screams as his kneecap goes sideways (Which is a way kneecaps are not meant to go). t he other guy now handling the blonde alone reaches for a gun while trying to hold her with one hand, and that ends up being mistake as Goldy drops down and elbows him in the groin! She looks terrifiied while doing it, but she does do it

Jessica uses the maul to break the arm reaching for the gun.

Well, that works too! Knocking the arm away, it does't SNAP but she may have cracked it. The man yelps as his gun falls. The blonde woman runs to the gun and kicks it further away, fortunately NOT getting her foot shot at for that, and it is sort of clever if one can't bring themselves to pick it up

The guy with the sideway kneecap says, in spanish "This bitch is crazy. Let's get out of here!" And he limps at max limping speed

Jessica simply follows them up (or down) the alley, her expression set in stone, with every indication that she'll keep going and crush them all with this sledgehammer........

Yeah, hey're running..err limp running.

The blonde girl yells at them, "Yeah, you better run"

When they are really REALLY motivated to leave, and are gone, the tall blonde turns to the shorter woman. "Are you ok?"

"Shaken, really shaken" SHe admits "I mean, I knew this city was dangerous but wow, no wonder folks are wanting to move north..." A pause "I suggest they avoid Oak land and Detroit though. Kind of dangerous there."

"Oakland, California? I've heard of it." She shifts the sledge to her other hand and offers a shake. "I'm Jessica King."

"Nancy, actually, It's Madison Nancy Lang, but honest to god, where I was from every third girl was a Madison and I decided to rebel." She takes the hand

"Nancy's a good name." Right of Rescue; Jessica feeds the other girl some of her own Glamour as she takes the handshake.

"Welcome, Madison Nancy Lang."

The glamour from the grip flows into the pool with in, and that pool bubbles and broths and explodes and....

Passion, visions of lovers in Nancy's life, flirting, whirling teasing dncing...want and wanting.... music! and

Jessica is in a satyr's wake

She shakes her head to clear it, holding onto the hand in case she needs support. A steadying breath in and out. Satyrs.

Hours later,Jessica wakes up with a smile on her face on an king sized bed in a really nice hotel room. She's nude, gloriously shamelessly nude.

She stretches, sleepy and (one assumes) feeling sated.

The satyress peeks out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, "Shower's free if you want it"

And it might sink in Jessica has no idea where they are

Jessica blinks, coming slowly back to her senses. "Shower.... wait. What?" She starts to get out of bed, stops. "Where.... where are my clothes?"

She begins to purple.

"Which set?" She asks

"Which....? Any of them."

Jessica slowly puts her head in her hands. "Oh boy...." muttered to herself.

"Hey, you know I'm going to hhave some questions myself, I mean, it's a bit of a blur from me too, the sex, the shopping, the rave, the sex, the dance club...and I remember some of what you told me. I'm a satyress , and there are rules, and you want to take me to your hold 'later'... but ddetails might be due. Oh, check the closet"

Jessica gives Nancy .... is it still Nancy?... an utterly shocked look. "The.... we did all that?" She searches her memory, running her hand through her... the braid came out? Well, of course it did.....

As a matter of fact , the memories of... oh lord..she really did all that..images, they must have been going around for hours

"Jesus.... what -happened-??" She mutters and pulls the sheet around her to stand up and look for clothes.

"We had a good time?"

She finds clothes her size, and...wow. hm yes, she alwayswondered what she woudl look like in thesse but never went through with it.

She looks these things over and shakes her head. "I can't wear this back to the Hold..... or, you know, in public. Ever." She pokes around for what she was wearing on patrol.

She finds it at the bottom, but it is..ah some what dirty and a bit torn

"Why not? You look great in it, J.K."

She holds up her clothes with a frustrated sigh. "Maybe I can call someone to bring something? Crap."

"Crap!" She scowls as pieces come together in her head.

"Hey, are you okay?" Nancy comes forward, towel around her, and reaches up to touch Jessica's cheek, "It got crazy, but you were great. You were a rock."

SHe laughs 'Okay, not what every girl wants to hear. You were ... you kept me from freaking, better?"

Jessica does not seem to be a touchy-feely person today, but she allows the stroke to her face. "Yes. That's... that's better, I guess." A sigh, then a look of alarm. "Crap! What time is it?" Then, with a wince. "What -day- is it?"

"Well, If the clocks' right, we've been going at it for twelve hours so it's pretty late now."

"Oh shit." Heartfelt. "Where's the phone?" She finds it and calls the Freehold number.

As she looks for her phone and calls, there's a knock at the door

"Careful." She whispers. "Check first. Tell me who you see."

She peeks, "oh holy crap I think I'm in love.. there's this.. wingless angels?" A swallow