[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5WCjcc2.jpeg[/img][h1]The 8th Street Coven.[/h1][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] None.[/right][right][b][code]The 8th Street Manor.[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr] Earlier that day… In 8th Street’s main hall, Emily had zipped up a bright neon-green rain jacket… heavy-duty that could withstand the storms and prevent Emily from getting wet. All of 8th Street was putting them on, along with a [url=https://i.imgur.com/KTjdidK.png]gas mask pouch around their hip[/url]. as Emily stood over a large blank sheet of paper that she had over their main hall table. She held a black marker in her hand as she gestured for 8th Street to get closer and announced, “Alright… everyone listen up!” “What’s all this for?” Miranda asked, her eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Are we going to rob someone again…?” She punctuated her question with a sigh. “This is our battle plan to put those sluts in their place,” Emily grinned widely. “We’re going to march right up to where those sluts are and take Lila right in front of them to show them how much power they have....” “And Britney?” Carol piped up… already wearing a gas mask, which muffled her voice. “... And Britney,” Emily said with a roll of her eyes. “And take that gas mask off!” “No! It makes me look cool as fuck!” Carol laughed. “Take. It. [i]Off.[/i]” Emily seethed. “Fine, Jesus…” Carol grumbled as she removed the gas mask and put it back in her pouch. “Wait, you can’t be serious, Em,” Jacqueline’s face contorted to shock. “[i]You[/i] started that!” “I just made a mistake,” Emily shook her head. “Lila attacked me. Not only that, I got [i]jumped[/i] by them when I was walking to the bathroom because I just so happened to have the Chalice on me—oh, that reminds me, we’re coming back with Drake and Kenshiro, too!” She grinned. “Well, count me out,” Miranda shook her head. “You were in the wrong, and we’re not participating in it.” “Yeah, count us both out,” Jacqueline said. “If that’s what you want to do today, we want no part of [i]that[/i].” “[i]Fine,[/i]” Emily rolled her eyes. “Before you go, tell us where those sluts are.” Jacqueline sighed, rolled her eyes, opened the Expert’s Book, and scanned it for a moment before she said, “... They’re at Kari’s house,” Jacqueline shook her head before she turned and walked off with Miranda in tow. When Jacqueline made it to the door, she stood at it for a moment and said, “Let us know how [i]that[/i] goes.” She slammed the door. Emily didn’t react. “Everyone of you slams doors, dude. Your parents, I swear,” said Vashti, shaking her head as she rummaged around with her pouch. “Kari’s house…” She tapped the marker against her chin. “... What are those sluts doing at [i]her[/i] house?” She asked out loud. “Probably taking all the cool stuff we left, bro,” said Vashti, her voice muffled by a gas mask. Emily facepalmed as Vashti removed the gas mask, using the reflective lenses to check her hair. “... Vashti,” Emily began, taking her hand from her face. “Have those annoying strippers gotten back to you yet? We [i]need[/i] them for our plan.” “Huh? I thought you wanted me to stop inviting strippers after that last time when Cynthi-ooooooh! You mean V and P? Oh, yeah, totally, let me just check real quick, I definitely remembered to reach out to them. Highest priority, really,” said Vashti as she fumbled with her phone, her thumbs a blur. The swooshing sound effect of a text being sent played through her phone’s speakers. “Oh, weird, no, nothing yet. Don’t worry, I’ll keep them in the loop.” Vashti nonchalantly tossed her phone onto the table and returned to doodling on her gas mask with a white permanent marker. “You know it’s funny, bro. Between V and P the names should really be the other way around. What with the…” Vashti made a hole with her finger and poked the marker through it, making a loud popping noise with her mouth. She returned to drawing a tiny cartoon alligator and then paused, turning her head to Emily. “Wait, what were we talking about?” Emily facepalmed again. “... Jesus, Christ on a cross, Vashti, I love you, girl, but can we [i]foc-[/i]” The door was kicked open. [h3][b][i]”... WHAT’S UP, BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCHES!”[/i][/b][/h3] Violet screamed as she walked in, wearing a black hoodie… but her exposed legs made it ambiguous whether or not she was wearing anything [i]else[/i]. She danced as Pink followed behind her and briefly shook her ass. “It’s been a while, my lovelies!” Violet screamed as she walked. “What’s the haps!?” “Yaaaaaaaaaaas!” Phoebe laughed as she ran over and hugged Violet. “Where the fuck were you?! You know it’s boring as fuck here without you.” “[i]Hey[/i], that’s not what you were saying earlier!” Maya complained, scowling at Phoebe. “We have jobs.” “Shaking ass isn’t a job,” Phoebe laughed. “Well, tell that to the people throwing them hundreds, [i]yaaaaaaaaaaaaa![/i]” Violet looked at Emily and Vashti. “... Am I missing something?” “A gas mask? Emily, what are we doing? I already handled the Lila situation,” said Vashti, kicking her legs up on the uncharted battle plans and rocking back dangerously in her chair. “Do you know how hard it is to catch birds, bro?” “Vandalizing her house isn’t enough,” Emily answered, “I want her dead!” “... And Britney, right?” Carol asked, with the gas mask back on. “... And Britney. Both of them. Dead.” Vashti stared through Carol with vacant eyes that suddenly widened in panic as her chair began to slip. She barely caught the table's edge with her hand to stop herself from falling. Without a moment of hesitation, she resumed rocking in the chair. Vashti nonchalantly gestured at Violet, “So that's the plan.” Violet stuck her tongue out and posed, kneeling and putting her hands on her shins. “That's the plan?!” Maya looked up from filling Phoebe’s gas mask with sand, narrowing her eyes. “I thought we were just going to shout at them, kidnap them, torture them, and then send them back with their tails between their legs.” Emily facepalmed again. “... She’s not the plan,” Emily seethed as she pointed at Pink - who also stuck her tongue out, knelt over, and put her hands on her shins. “She’s the plan… the escape plan in case things go south or if Agent Liao forgets our deal….” Emily shook her head as she leaned over the table with the marker in hand… then quickly bent over and scratched out Vashti’s drawing before she stood up straight and said. “But, if those sluts are at [i]Kari’s[/i] house…” She trailed off, tapping the bottom of the marker against her chin a few times. “Everyone gather around!” She grinned. “... I have the [i]perfect[/i] plan in store for those sluts. Now, Cynthia, Amy, Nadine....” Their plotting went on until they were all in agreement on one plan.