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Groovy Tunes, (Or At Least, the Roof Thereof), Wednesday

Alice had left Dinah at home today. There seemed to be freakish winged harpies soaring through the air, and that wasn't the proper environment for a genteel kittycat.

She did bring her vorpal blade. She hung a sign on the door:

Your music employee is on the roof, killing harpies. If you require music, please attract her attention and she will be down to assist you momentarily. Please do not take advantage of this situation in order to shoplift; we have video cameras and sharp weapons.

She didn't know if there were surveillance cameras, but it seemed a useful threat.

And so Alice went to the roof, vorpal blade in hand, and tried to look quite innocent, a young girl who would be no match for vicious, cruel harpies.

Although the loud music she was blaring might give away her true intentions.

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More are always welcome, in the grand delight of killing harpies.

If you must. She will cease carving up harpies and assist you.

Please do not shoplift. There may or may not be videocameras, and there certainly is an armed employee on the roof who might notice you fleeing from the store with your ill-gotten gains.

This is the music I picked for her in the "trapped in a mall with zombies" meme (thanks to

raspberryturk for the suggestion), so it seemed fitting here.

Dianh got to Groovy Tunes, saw the notice, and *head-doored*. She ducked inside and shut the door tight-- none of the harpies seemed to have opposable thumbs, and they could just crash through the windows if they wanted to cut themselves up-- then looked around.

Yup. No Alice.

Grimly, she looked around for something to turn into a weapon... then smiled.

She climbed the stairs, a stack of CD's in each hand. She could pay for them later.

"Alice!"

*snerk!!* * puts on 'Excuse me While I Kill Myself' by Sentenced *

Alice's knife was already bloody, and her grin was somewhat feral.

"Dinah," she said pleasantly. She nodded to the stack of CDs. "Do you wish me to ring you up? I trust you to place cash in the register."

"I might be getting extras," Dinah told her, opening up two cases, a CD in each hand. "So why don't we keep a running total?"

She took a breath, and winged a CD at one of the wheeling harpies, using her TK to nudge it along in into one wing.

"You couldn't stay inside, hunh."

Alice idly wiped her knife off on her shirt. "Interesting weapon choice," she said. "You might also have luck smashing the cases, should we run low. Though I shall hope you started with the particularly bad music."

She eyed another circling harpy. If she threw her blade now, it might peg the harpy cleanly, but if it wasn't a killing blow, the harpy might well fly off with her vorpal blade, and that would be vexing. Patience, Alice.

Once class had ended, Arthur had gotten his chainmail secured, albeit without the brilliant red tunic. Bringing more attention to himself hardly seemed like a good way to help out in combat. He had yet to encounter any knights, or any organised form of resistance, and this meshed badly with his thoughts.

He'd done radio often enough to know where Alice worked; he arrived with full intent to check in on her before making his next stop.

When he found the store empty but for the sign, he wasted no time in getting upstairs, sword in hand. "Lady Alice?"

"Jonas Brothers, Celine Dion, and Taylor Swift. I'm not going to miss them," Dinah told her, and then sent another CD zinging toward a harpy, bouncing off one to foul another's wings. It inspired a spate of cursing and obscenities about Dinah's parentage as they fluttered and slammed into each other.

One got free of the clutch of fury and feathers to dive toward the two girls, eyes wide and mad, claws out to grab. "Ack!"

When Leto had decided to stop by the store to visit Alice he had expected something quieter than killing flying creatures.

He could improvise.

Reaching the roof, he saw Alice and Dinah and he had to grin. Then a harpy hurled something at him, and he dodged, drawing the crysknife.

The CDs Dinah picked certainly seemed like a public service; the ones she recognized were more horrifying than any clawed, shrieking bird-woman.

Speak of the devil, there seemed to be one headed their way. Alice lunged towards it, blade out. One clean slice up through the abdomen, and look at the presents that spilled out! That should make the creature think twice before attacking poor, harmless, heavily-armed teenage girls.

She spun in time to notice the new arrival. "Leto," she said, giving him a grin.

Oops, there was gore on her knife again. She wiped it idly on her jeans.

"Your Highness," Alice said, bowing her head. It was decidedly less proper than it sounded, considering all of the blood and gore on her outfit. It didn't help that she kept wiping guts from her knife onto clean patches of her clothing.

(Well. One could replace clothing, couldn't one?)

Oh, ugh. It was everything Dinah could do not to vomit at that sight, but it would've just made the mess worse. Jeez, Alice was hard. core.

She turned and threw a CD at another harpy trying to aim a rock at her, then grinned weakly at Leto. "Hey! Um. Party? Duck!"

And a CD went spinning past his left toward another harpy.

After lunch in the library with Sammy, Dean went and armed himself then headed out. He figured he could get some action in while he waited for his brother to finish his geek shift and then they'd really go wailing on these harpies Winchester style.

He figured too, it behooved him as a big brother to check and make sure the harpies weren't bothering Alice too much.

He hadn't really expected what he found when he got to the music store though, and even less when he climbed up to the roof.

Reno had been out for a walk. A walk and a smoke. With his stun baton.

As you do.

He'd already crispy-fried a few freakish bird-bitches on his walk, and mostly he was just keeping an eye out for a good scrap to get into.

And then he heard Bif Naked. And then he looked up. And then he grinned.

"Yo, Alice! Mind if I join you up there?"

Dinah whirled around at the next person joining them, blinked, and then abdicated dealing. Seriously. Harpies, Arthur.

Deal with the

-- ziiiing of another Jonas Brother CD into a fluttering wing, watch it lose altitude and crash into the side of a building opposite Groovy Tunes--

harpies!

Also, duck the damn rocks, ow.

Arthur had his fair share of blood and guts all over his chainmail by now. Luckily, almost none of it was his own - a few small cuts was the worst of the damage.

He'd known Alice was a killer, but the reality gave him one second's pause before he nodded in return. "What's the situation up here?" He held his crossbow low by his side.

Dinah.

This was no time for shouting or arguments. His tactics brain had kicked in, and the truth was that with these swarms he just couldn't afford to split ranks right now.

"To the left!" he yelled, and fired a bolt into a harpy that came up on that side.

"Dean!" Alice said brightly. There were blood smudges on her face and her clothing -- and unidentified bits that were quite possibly harpy intestines, hopefully those would wash out? -- but she seemed quite cheerful. "Did you need music assistance, or did you come to help me slaughter harpies?"

Dinah dodged right, and reached out for another CD, grabbing it as it thunked into her hand. Keep your head down, throw the case as a distraction, then TK the CD over Arthur's head as hard as possible, toward the face of the harpy--

"Above you!"

Dinah waved behind her when she heard more footsteps, and reached out with both hands to push toward a harpy howling imprecations about her taste in men, claws out for her face--

Managed to get it upward and spinning, about to lose its balance completely.

"Hi!" she called back. "Wade in!" Please. God, this was horrible.

Arthur dodged swiftly. Right. Let her kill some harpies. He'd agonize on this one come the morning.

They were moving in too fast for his crossbow to remain a viable option, so he shoved it at the ground and pulled his sword, which by now had gained a fine coating of blood.

In his chainmail, chopping up a harpy that had just attempted to start its charge at Dinah, he felt nothing less than the opposite of useless; and this was good, for once.

Alice was somewhat cheered by the sight of his chainmail. The Once and Future King ought to be one accustomed to such things; he could hardly hold his throne otherwise. One shouldn't like to learn that the legendary Arthur became ill at the sight of gore.

"A swarm, but they seem to be working independently," she noted, looking over the sky again. "Aside from the rare chance of two combining efforts, that is. A mindless swarm, and not a directed attack. That's somewhat heartening, I must say. There seems to be no end in sight, but they die easily."

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