Farewell Party for the Prisoner

	ST LAST TIME! The meeting, in brief. MaMa and the Ox demanded payback for what the rescue of the wayward youths cost them in their respective territories. The terms settled were thus: Sasha would spend a week and a half in MaMa’s custody, to do with as she pleased… and Alvaro would summon lush crops forth from every farm and garden in the Ox’s territory.
	ST Now, a week and a half later, it’s time to pick up Sasha…
	ST Before we begin, any questions or anything you want me to address?
	Dovile ((Oh, question, Sofia and Alvero ‘went missing’ just last night? I mean, they haven’t been gone long yet, right?))
	ST (( Yeah. She left for Regency Hall two days ago. ))
	Dovile ((… TWO? Okay.))
	ST (( Saturday, August 24th. It’s now Monday, August 26th. ))
	Dovile ((Dovile’s going to brain check with her before then so we can find out if we’re actually starting today with a massive tracking mission then.))
	Dovile Fourteen hours after Sofia left for Regency hall, Dovile will utilize their still active mind-link. -You alive?-
	ST -Nnnh?- At least, that would be the equivalent in speech. In reality, it’s like a faint inquisitive impression through very quiet white noise.
	Dovile ((Normal sleeping feeling?))
	ST (( Yeah. ))
	Dovile -Just checking. Sleep well.-
	ST -Mmm.-
	Dovile Dovile will check again in eight hours just to confirm with her that she’s safe when she continues to not come home, but doesn’t ask/bother her about anything unless Sofia seems upset or wants to talk or whatever.
	ST The response would be on a similar vein, except maybe with a bleary -Dad says hi.- added on
	Dovile -What, really? Your father?-
	ST -Mmhmm.-
	Dovile ((Okay. Dovile clears this session to start when planned, instead of in a Sofia rescue mission.))
	Sanura Sanura is almost as eager to go pick up Sasha as Dovile is and she isn’t even late for the meet up to go do so!
	Dovile Dovile will look up from where she’s absently cleaning her rifle in the quiet spot of the hotel garden. She glances at the sun, then back to Sanura. “Does this make you not a lady?” Dovile asks, face streight.
	Sanura Sanura blinks a few times at that question. “I’m just wanting to go get the guy not roll in the hay with him!” blush.
	Dovile Dovile snorts, then clarifies. “Not like that. Like politeness. Important people are late, jo?”
	Sanura Sanura relaxes "Oooh oh.. " she snickers “Well I guess I could have taken more time with my hair but I thought you’d leave without me”
	Dovile “Probably.” Dovile finishes putting her rifle back together and stands up. She gives Sanura an almost friendly nod and they start off to where they are meeting Lena.
	Sanura Sanura does her best not to smile and goes along. “I hope they don’t.. i mean since they’re giving him back today.. I hope it won’t be to trying on him.” she frowns as she considers.
	ST (( The transfer is to occur at Dis, by the way. ))
	Dovile “Was very trying.” Dovile says drily. “Sasha is not fond of strawberry cake, but the Mama says this is the only kind.”
	Sanura Sanura laughs a little and drops it no need to borrow trouble right. Keeping pace with Dovile as they head on their way.
	ST Midday in Bakersfield, during the summer. The sun is high, its heat sending the air above the cracked and worn tarmac swimming. The tall buildings that crowd every street do little else but trap the heat. Those who are walking about do so with hats on their heads and umbrellas in their hands. Others lounge (or melt) under awnings or covered stands, arms or hats over eyes, making sluggish, slow movements. Once more, Dis appears like some kind of slumbering, squat concrete beast with even the letters DIS looking somnolent due to a lack of flames lighting them from below. Lena slips out of a shadowed alley beside Dis almost silently, joining the two ladies on their path towards the club. Small beads of sweat coat her brow, and her dirty blond hair is matted a little. “They’re having a party in there,” she reports, speaking just above her breath. “For Sasha,” she adds after a moment’s thought. (To Dovile) Dovile could hear Lena dropping from the roof to the pavement below, with a very faint pap and a childlike, breathy grunt, before emerging from the alley and making her way forward..
	Sanura Sanura blinks softly “they… being whom exactly?” she questions.. surely he hadn’t bonded with the gang to that extent .. had he?
	Dovile Dovile nods to Lena, takes a few more steps, and stops in the shade.
	ST Lena looks up at Sanura, then looks back down. “MaMa, and her Favorites. And the guards.”
	Sanura Sanura isn’t sure if that’s a good thing.. or a bad thing.. "uh.. are you sure you wanna go back in then.. " asked of Lena as they come to a halt she looks to Dovile questioningly.
	ST Lena nods firmly.
	Sanura Sanura shrugs softly "Ok then.. " she gestures to Dovile as though to say lead on.
	Dovile Dovile looks suspiciously at the door. It’s probably going to be very loud in there. She grits her teeth and heads for the door.
	Sanura Sanura follows along letting Dovile lead the way and keeping an eye on Lena as she prays the child hasn’t seen anything troubling in there.
	ST The main doors open toward the stairway down. Muffled sounds of raucous cheer can be heard beyond the doors waiting at the bottom. Once those too are open, it reveals the innards of Dis… and within is a legion of purple-clad people, laughing, cheering, and clapping. Some are seated, and some are gathered in a line. Sasha is holding a pole straight out beside him, at his knee-level. On the other side of it is a tall, well-built man, with a necklace of teeth ringing his throat. He’s grinning and nodding to the others. MaMa is seated some distance away, her feet up on a table, watching the proceedings with her vicious grin. Damien is behind the bar, occupying himself with cleaning out glasses. “Very impressive, Kay!” Sasha booms over the din of good times. “Who’s —” he spots the newcomers and grins. “Someone mind taking over for me?” Two volunteers come over to take the limbo pole from him. He strides over towards Dovile, Sanura, and Lena, a wide grin on his face.
	Sanura Sanura’s brows wing upwards and stay there a moment as she takes this in. “Ah well… er .. a fond fairwel for you it seems..” she sort of relaxes a little, clearly Sasha had.. Sasha’d the lot of them. She doesn’t think they’re reformed but she doesn’t worry they’ll hurt him today anyway.
	Dovile Dovile does not pause as the enter, to avoid drawing gazes, but it takes her a moment to aclimate to the sudden noise and crowd.
	ST Sasha shrugs helplessly. “I wasn’t expecting it, honestly. All I did was fix up a few things for them.” He glances back at the partiers briefly. “They’ve been very accommodating, though, after the settling in period.” His eyes scan over Dovile, Sanura, and Lena, lingering a little on the girl who’s eyeing the crowd with a wary expression. “One thing they don’t do, though, is give hugs. I’ve missed that very much these past couple of weeks.” Lena looks up at him and then looks away once it proves too difficult to stifle her growing smile. She holds still for a moment, refusing to look at him, then swoops forward all in one go to squeeze him.
	Sanura Sanura grins softly at that and barely stops from effusing over the cuteness. She manages though “So seems it’s not quite a pick up and run situation, do I need to mind my purse?” She questions as she rests her hand on the large leather bag and her gaze runs over the crowd, attempting not to seem as wary as she felt.
	ST After Lena releases him (reluctantly), he looks back over his shoulder. “Well, if you have things to do today, I could leave with you right now. There’s still cake left, though.”
	Sanura Sanura shakes her head “I’m done what I can manage with the bus and the shop can run without me if need be..” she glances around. “It could be.. interesting..” she allows as she purses her lips and considers. “Dovile, what do you think?” she questions.
	Dovile Dovile looks at Sanura with a flat, blank, but probably unfriendly, stare. Then she looks at Lena. Then she looks at the cake. She shrugs. “Would be rude to leave too soon.”
	ST Sasha grins. “Any of you want to play limbo?”
	Dovile Dovile snorts at her brother.
	ST Oddly enough, Sasha’s farewell party goes on without incident, and with many party games. It isn’t until close to sundown when the reunited… uh… quadro return to Padre Place, where Sasha is warmly greeted and drawn into joining the survivors for dinner. To Lena he returns Svarroz, assuring her that he helped him get by in the final days of his “imprisonment”… but (Sasha says) it was clear that Svarroz had bonded with Lena, since his formative moments were spent by her side. To Dovile he gives a pair of worn, but still good, steel-toed boots. The next day goes on as normal. All is right at Padre Place once again.
	Dovile Dovile immedently re-soles her current, broken-in and comfortable, boots using the supplies her darling brother has recovered from the enemy for her.
	ST Oh, one more thing!
	ST (Not Sasha-related)
	ST Sometime in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, Sofia returned to Padre Place, somewhat mussed.
	Sanura Sanura was shocked and pleased to hear things were alright for him. She would smile faintly as he’s drawn into the others. Sanura is releived to see Sofia returned to them.. and giggles faintly at the mussed-ness. She’d ask that Sofia let them know next time she’s going on a ah.. long weekend.. just so they don’t worry.
	ST Blithely Sofia points out that she would’ve told them but she hadn’t been expecting to be gone for so long. Time kind of… ran away from her. But she plans on going back to Regency Hall to help out some more later that afternoon. And then, after that, she has something important to tell everyone.
	ST Though it’s clear this important thing is serious business, it’s clearly hard for her not to smile.
	Sanura Sanura hmms softly and nods “these things do happen” she murmurs and then would assure Sofia she’d be there for the announcement whatever it happens to be.

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