Forget You - End

[unpocoloco]

Who: Coco and friends
What: It's time crash a party and make a rescue (this plot!)
When: Forward Dated to the evening of November 1st into the morning of November 2nd
Where: Mexico City
Warning: Death subjects, possible death

Comments

[hawkwardness]

< We found, um. > [All this and he still doesn't know the guy's name. He's turning and leading the way back quickly, though not running. Can't expect her to keep up with a wolf.]

< Coco's papá. Behind a door, locked up with the help of magic. If that's not the key that opens it, well. > [They'll... figure something else out??]

[nor_iron_bars]

Shit.

[Jail is abruptly moving a lot faster- she might not be able to keep up with a wolf running full-tilt, but for a woman doing a dead sprint in high heels she moves alarmingly fast.]

[The time for subtlety was five minutes ago, before she started visibly having a conversation with an actual fucking wolf. Now is the time for moving.]

[hawkwardness]

[They'll be back at the door in no time then! His own doggy trail is easier to follow than one man's out of everyone else that's been around.

And when close enough, knowing he can't be overheard if he doesn't intend to be:] < Jail snagged a key off him! You're almost free, we hope! >

[unpocoloco]

[The door is right where they left it. No other security around, it seems they're all quite busy. So, all that's left is putting the key in the lock.

Though behind the door, they might hear Coco's father mutter, "Jailbreak's here too?"]

[improbablenotimpossible]

"Oh good," He sighs, glad they're out sooner than later. "All right, we're ready when you are, how's everything else out there?"

[nor_iron_bars]

[She slows down just enough to avoid crashing into the door, punctuating her dramatic entrance with a wink.]

Crime was happening, so I appeared fully formed out of the ether. I'm like felony Athena.

[Welp, no sense leaving everyone in suspense. With a quick check for any nasty traps, Jail puts the key in the lock.]

[unpocoloco]

[There's a cough of a sound that might very well be a strangled laugh. But after that, Héctor waits and holds his breath, listening to the key click and fearing to hope that things might just work out.

And just like that, the key clicks. It and the lock both shine bright enough to hurt, then fade, and the door swings open.

There's a broken sob of relief before he lunges forward, pushing with broken bones. He stumbles into the hall, hits his knees, then rises again. Héctor is not waiting, it would seem. Hope everyone is good with talking on the run!]

We can't wait! We've got to get Coco and go!

[hawkwardness]

[It sure does seem that the man they freed is a... walking skeleton. Either that, or Tobias has completely lost his mind and started to hallucinate for no reason. Which is about as plausible as skeleton men, honestly. For a split second he doesn't know whether to laugh or scream.

...Coco, though. Time for his nose to lead the way again.] < Cliff was sniffing her out. So if I follow him... > [He shrugs mentally and puts his nose to work, figuring the three of them will follow.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He moves to steady Hector - but the skeletal man was faster than he anticipated, quickly running after]

Tobias is right, with a canine's nose he's certain to be on her trail.

[And with a wry glance he looks over to Jailbreak]

More of a Crime Artemis if you ask me.

[nor_iron_bars]

The moon is a very lesbian aesthetic... [Oh great, now she's actually considering this. At least she's managing to walk and talk.]

[Well, sprint and talk.]

[unpocoloco]

[He'd appreciate the help if he had half a mind to slow for it. He'd be laughing at the joke. He'd be telling them all how glad he is to see them, how grateful.

But Coco's out there.

He does follow Tobias, but in all truth, he's just as ready to race ahead. And given enough distance along, he does so, following guesses and panic alone to reach her.

Soon enough, they'll all be gathering backstage once more, just in time...]