#privateassemblyline

[dusk-zephyr]

Hey, uhh..... Hey, Kids? Anyone with wheels free to give yer old pal Zephy a ride home? 

Come on, guys, the vast majority of this blood ain’t mine, I just don’t wanna walk two zones t’get home right now. 

[bloodredecho]

... Oh~... That reminds me.

Yeah... Kids? If ya... while yer out, if ya find any, ah, any orphans... stragglers or survivors an' whatnot who need help...

... Bring 'em in too, yeah? Ehe... everyone who needs a friend and a new place t'stay s'gonna get one. 

[bloodredecho]

Ahaha.... new world order, new world order~...

Ohhh well, we can't let 'em have all the fun... that's our gig. 

KIDS. Who's up for beatin' 'em at their own game?!? Like, mm... what structure they playin'... Kill 'em all soon as you see 'em, keep the extra squirmy ones an' bring 'em back t'the cellars.... I wanna play doctor when yer done~....

Go, team, go!~

[bloodredecho]

'Kay, I'm goin' out. 

Zeph, Lyric, yer in charge of reachin’ contacts. ‘M givin’ ya both a list of allies, let ‘em know we need the help an’d anything they owe. We gotta go around and collect…

Cheech, you go out with Hawk and Bat. Seek out stores but don’t go in ‘til we got our teams made up. We ain’t raidin’ ‘til I give the say, let’s jus’ see what we can get first before we go crashin’ into every party they got for us.

Rest o' ya, tend to the injured and finish cleanin' shit up. We'll start dealin' soon as I get back, yeah?

[bloodredecho]

//distant sound of an explosion somewhere within the Gallows//

... what the FUCK was that?!

[bloodredecho]

[private to Kids;]

.. steppin' out for a solo of sorts... ya'll know the drill, ya know the routes. 

Zeph, yer in charge o' the crew. Lyric, yer in charge o' the kid.

Lay low while I'm gone, disappear if ya need to. Should be back in a few days at most... if i'm gone a week, heh, wait another two. I'll find ya. Y'know who t'call for if ya catch any trouble.

...stay safe; watch each other. <3

[dusk-zephyr]

Ey, garage kids. Gotta borrow this big barrel, 'kay? Fer science. You'll get it back. Maybe not undented but you'll get it back. 

Speakin' of, anyone wants anythin' battered up fer the big night, bring it to the Pipe Room, I'm doin' crafts. 

[bloodredecho]

Y'know what. Let's do the mischief week differently this year. Because you ain't gonna be my kids on Devil's Night, and you sure as hell ain't gonna be on Halloween. 'Cause I don't know what you lot are bein' on our holidays but I'm gonna be the King, an' all ya'll are jus' the little group o' monsters fillin' the kingdom. You free t'be the beast ya wanna be, no major plot to bog ya down.

Mm... but what's a prank party without an opening ceremony? And y'know my style; nothin' says mischief louder than a fire so bright even the gods won't be able to fuckin' ignore it. So how 'bout it? We gather some gasoline and set the sands ablaze. Let's give the devil his fucking night, let's fucking show... the world... everyone whose watchin'... that all this is fuckin' OURS to destroy. Let's pretend for one night that we've already won. And this is our celebration~... a night of play, of tricks and treats... an' we're gonna enjoy every second of it.

heehehe.

Now ya'll get out of here, get yerselves reeeeady~