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Elizabeth says: "That was most certainly uncalled for, Charles."

Doc sent you a telepathic message: "What ...? I am lost.. What was uncalled for? Mortll`s comments? I do not control her mouth."

There was a pause, and Elizabeth replied, "There are instances where something between my legs is welcomed...a bullet is not one of them."

Elizabeth cast mind block on you, preventing you using powers for 1 hour(s).


Doc: Doc tried to speak to her again, but found he couldn't. He frowned and muttered to himself, "A bullet..? Why .. I didn't ******* shoot her." He unholstered his firearm, and ejects that magazine sure that it will be full, when.. after counting three times it came up short, and finally looking around the floor, he found the spent shell; "****!"

He pulled out his cell phone and texted her. "I do not know.. " He stopped and erased it. How it happened he didn't know. But he wasn't going to tell her that. She didn't want excuses. He wouldn't either. "I found the shell. Came from my gun. I am sorry." He wanted to add he didn't know what happened. But Cause and Effect. He deserved her ire. He hit send. "You can shoot me .. twice. And I will not retaliate.. or heal it. "


Elizabeth: It seemed completely out of place when Charles' gun had discharged a bullet in her direction. It took Elizabeth some time to process it, given the disbelief and while it had been tempting to retaliate, she made her impression known and moved on. It wasn't until he played ignorant that Elizabeth's temper peaked. She replied to his inquiry, then mind blocked him. Her phone went off, and her blue eyes narrowed. "I do not want to shoot thee." She answered in his mind. No, that was too simple

Doc: Doc texted, "Alright. What do you want to do to me?" He sent it. He then grimaced, as all sorts of horrible scenes crossed his mind's eye. And even though squeamish thoughts of castration with a dull rusty spoon, were wafting through his head, He sent another text. "It is only fair." Fair .. yea.. on one hand it was.. on the other.. a bullet is quick.. a dull rusty spoon is prolonged agony. He hit send again.

Elizabeth: There was a twitch of amusement on her lips at the first part of his message, then thought about fair. Fair would be just a single bullet in return, Elizabeth supposed....but....had he just admitted right away the matter would have been easily settled without much of anything from her. Elizabeth had started collecting ritual ingredients, but suddenly grew disinterested in the 'payback' "I will let thee know...soon."

Doc: Soon? What is soon to a two hundred plus year old bearing? A decade? His luck he would get to the point that he forgot about it.. and then spring it on him. WHy? Because that would be precisely what he would do. He raked a hand through his hair. How could he have shot her and not known it?

Doc: Doc racked his brain for the memories of the night. He had gone by the lab, then the asylum, checked in to Cyril. Came to the Cathedral, but didn't really feel light hunting. He rested. He deeply rested. He knows because he dreamed. And Doc so rarely dreamed anymore. Usually it was catatonic rest. No memories. No light sleep. This time, he dreamed. About the last argument he and Chain had. About the third degree Cyril gave him, when Cyril complained that he had yet to meet her, and he needed to see her qualifications for adjusting medications. Doc stiffened. In the dream he shot Cytherea. It had been a dream of memories. He often shot her to shut her the **** up and get her out of his head. **** him. He had shot Lizzie.

Elizabeth: There were so many possibilities....Elizabeth had thought about. Ritualing Doc all night...cursing him, mind blocking him, and a couple other, sneaky things. But that would drain resources in multiple ways. Supplies and monetary. Not that she was worried about the latter as much as the former. After some time, Elizabeth finally arrived at a decision. "I want you to take me on a date. And it will be referred to as such. And the expectations will align as such."

Doc: As he listened, he wondered what she was playing at. And then it dawned on him. Yes. It was diabolic, it was perfect. He was to let it be known he was taking Lizzie on a date. And he was to act as such, that he was excited, and in normal circumstances he would be, but then at the night, that would be when he would face the humiliation. At some point .. in the date.. that will be referred as such, she would hit him with both barrels. He rubbed the back of his neck. She might think that would take him to his knees.. but he was King of Humiliation Dates. This would be just another to add to his lengthy list. Texting her back "I will indeed take you on a date. I will let it be known.. do you have any preference as to when and where?" He hit send. He almost suggested the Town hall meeting, because that would truly be humiliating.

Elizabeth: Elizabeth had not thought of the when and where, and was forced to think of it sooner, than later. "Soon, would be best. I am doing some traveling in a few weeks." She frowned, thinking of the where aspect. Drawing a blank,Elizabeth decided vague was best to give her time to think on the dates location. "As for where, one will have to wait and see what the lady decides."

Doc: Doc texted her back, "Very well. Ladies' choice, when she decides. I will await your decision." He hit send. He had noted her comment about travelling. He stayed away from that subject. It was obvious personal and something she did not want to discussion with him. And he was in no position to ask. No matter how curious he was. She was pissed off enough as it was. Make demands about her travel plans, that was a sure way to get his balls handed to him in a silk gift bag. Soon, she had said. Alright. Soon it would be.. as soon as she told him when.

Elizabeth: Suddenly, Elizabeth was suspicious. Doc was far too easily appeased and agreeable. Why? Elizabeth had expected hesitation on his part, all things considered. Was he trying to avoid her wrath, and potentially getting shot? Or was there some motive? An angle that was geared towards his favour? There was a deep uncertainty within her, but it was too late now. Elizabeth had made the offer, and Doc had accepted. "Some time next week." Was all Elizabeth spoke into his mind, before she moved away from the ritual altar and to her penthouse within the tower.

Doc: Texting back, "How does Friday night sound? Or Saturday.. ? Not that I am trying to dictate the terms. Merely trying to make sure I clear my calendar for your and your revenge." He hit send. Then because he was an ***, and he felt annoyed at having gotten himself into this situation, and not being in control, He added and hit send, "I will even wear one of the Italian suits.. so it too can be ruined and or humiliated at your leisure."

Elizabeth: She had just gotten into the penthouse when another message came through and Elizabeth read it, then pondered the two days offered, as Elizabeth kept reading the message. It made sense, him wanting to refer to his calendar. Charles had a lot of 'friends,' in a variety of capacities, so she knew his nights were easily and quickly filled. Ruined and humiliated? the telepath frowned, unclear of what he had meant. "Friday is the better of the two nights." Either was fairly open, or could be opened if she so chose. "I would do no such thing...my bone is with you and not your suits, Charles."

Doc: Doc should be happy that she had mind blocked him. Because the first thing that he wanted to reply to her via telepathy was, "You have a boner for me? And here I thought you wanted payback, my humiliation in a public date." But Because he had to text, his mind overrode that gut instinct reply. Texting, "Friday it is. And if you haven’t noticed, I am protective of my suits. You destroy my suits.. you hurt me. My one vanity."

Elizabeth: Elizabeth was well aware of how Doc liked to present himself and keep up his appearance while in the public eye. She tsk'd within his mind and then laughed, before a thought came to him. "Yes, well I do not want to risk it being one of the ones I had purchased thee. I do not buy suits often. Besides, I am positive there are other ways to humiliate and hurt thee."

Doc: Doc rolled his shoulders. He got what he wanted. Confirmation that she was indeed planning to hurt and humiliate him. It was the unknown that he found disquieting. Now that he knew, he could compartmentalize and move on the night of the date. He texted her in return, "Then to make it fair, I will buy one of the German suits.. that I purchased."

Elizabeth: Doc was overly fixated on being humiliated and hurt, which Elizabeth found...peculiar. Did he expect as much because he had shot her, or did he expect as much because that was how all his 'dates' went? It was likely she would never know the answer to either, and so Elizabeth left well enough alone. "Very well. I will text thee the location a handful of hours before our date on Friday."

Doc: *Text* "As you say, until then, please stay in one piece. I want you at your peak." He did mean it.

Elizabeth: A flicker of amusement crept into Elizabeth's eyes at his reply. "I shall try my best to avoid any stray bullets until then..."

Doc: Doc looked at his watch, he had just enough time to get cleaned up before heading the Voodoo. He paused. Then he smirked. Pulling out his phone, he sent Mortll a text message. *text* "I really wanted to shoot you.. the other night.. but now.. I cannot thank you enough! Lizzie asked me to take her out.. On a Date. She doesn't care who knows.. and all I can think.. is that it is all down to you. So thank you! I am really looking forward to this date with Lizzie.”

Elizabeth: The brunette haired telepath looked through the glass liquor decanter, staring at the amber coloured substance in it. Her thoughts drifted to Doc and how he seemed so fixated on being ‘humiliated’ by her. That had not been Elizabeth’s intention-to humiliate him, but since it seemed to be something he desperately wanted, who was she to disregard the request? It would be most rude of Elizabeth.

The now brunette haired telepath turned the half filled decanter at an angle, as she moved the accompanying glasses closer to it. Elizabeth closed her blue eyes and reached her mind to her cellular device. Three hours before, as promised, Elizabeth sent from her phone, to Doc’s the location in which they were supposed to meet for their ‘date.’

To: Charles
From: Lizzie

Message: I will be at the Sunset theatre in Newborough in about three hours. We have an appointment of sorts. I shall see you there, then.


With the location and time set, Elizabeth moved to the bedroom to begin getting ready. While Doc had planned on wearing a suit; German if Elizabeth recalled correctly, she was not going to be dressed as elegantly as he would be. They would not be attending an opera, or play, so there was no need to. Instead, Elizabeth opted for a light brown and gold coloured dress that would be accompanied by a gold set of heels. Elizabeth clasped the gold chain around her throat, securing the dress in place, before putting her hair in a french twist.

Doc He had received the royal summons with the time and location. Doc smirked to himself. Lizzie would not be amused by his use of the term ‘royal summons’, so he wouldn’t tell her. All in all, though Doc had not even recalled shooting Lizzie at the time. It had been rather disconcerting that it had happened. He had never lost time like that. Nor had he ever been so fully engrossed in a dream state that he thought it real. He did feel bad that he had shot Lizzie. But now that a few days had gone by, he was more amused than annoyed.

Doc couldn’t help the amused grin that crossed his face as he imagined what she must have been thinking at the time. His grin only slightly faltered as it dawned on him that he probably ruined her dress as well. And if she were anything like himself, that hurt more than the wound did. Now that he knew the time and location, he did what any male was supposed to do when taking a lady out. He called Jardin Florist, and arranged to have flowers ready for him to pick up. It wasn’t Mortll who answered the phone, so he would text her to double check that she knew. Lizzie wanted it known, by god, he was letting it be known.

*Text to Mortll* Just wanted to thank you again about your help with Lizzie, we have a date tonight.. I am even getting her flowers.. from your shop. I will let you know how it turns out.

The he texted Kaelyn, *text* My date with Lizzie tonight.. Should I wear the black suit, that is most formal looking, apart from the tux, or should I wear the gray suit? I am unsure. This being our first official let the world know date.. I want to wear the right thing.

Doc didn’t really need Chub’s advice, but since she deemed it necessary to ram down his throat how wonderful Ariadne was.. All ******* night long, it was the least he could do in return.

Elizabeth: Elizabeth was not aware of the extravagant means Doc was taking to let the world know they were going on a date. What she had meant and intended, and what he had taken it as were two different things, which would be amusing to her, if Elizabeth ever found out. Elizabeth moved to her vanity where she had a small gold clutch and placed a few small items within it. She snapped the clutch closed, then opened it and placed her cellphone within it. It was unlikely she would need most of these items; the phone or the money, given she had already paid for their plans for the evening...but one never knew where the night would take her, or them.

Slowly, Elizabeth began to pace on the wood floor in the bedroom. She was nervous, but why? There was no need to be, given they had spent time together alone before. The Opera, Italy, ice skating and other opportunities. So, why did Elizabeth find herself nervous? Elizabeth concluded it was because he had seemed so eager and agreeable for this arrangement. It would either go well, or go so very, very wrong. There was only one way to find out and since it was almost time…

It was rare that Elizabeth used the train system anymore. It was more crowded than not, and always seemed to run a few minutes earlier, or later than anticipated. And since Elizabeth disliked being anything but punctual, teleportation was the route the telepath took more times than not. There was an old corner store that had been shut down years ago and a small parking lot behind it, a block away from the theatre. After collecting the clutch and some careful concentration, Elizabeth arrived behind the building that had seen better years and better care.

The woman smoothed the fabric of her dress down over the length of her thighs, glanced down at her feet and then moved around the building. Her steps were silent as she approached the multi-purpose theatre, her eyes glancing towards her purse as Elizabeth pulled her cell phone out of it and checked the time. Seven minutes before it was the designated time, which was plenty of enough time, given she was right across the street. Her steps slowed as Elizabeth took a deep breath and crossed the street, still wondering how much of this evening would go, while she waited for Doc to arrive.

Doc Mortll was as good as her word, he received a text alert that Flowers had been delivered to the Sunset Theater and would be waiting for Lizzie as she arrived. For his part Doc, was actually shaved. He did not shave routinely, because he had to do it from feel, having no reflection to help him, he would rather have a few days growth, than miss anything. But tonight was special, men on dates shaved. So he headed to the barber and had his hair cut, and face shaved. By the time he stepped out of the barber, he looked like a different man. Gone was scruffy male with unkempt hair that had to be raked back. All that was left to do was for him to shower and dress.

An hour later, Doc was exiting his apartment above the lab, ignoring Cyril’s calls for him to stop for a second, “No can do Cyril.. Hot date..” He said as he got into his Vanquish and drove the short distance to the Sunset Theater. Parking close, in case Lizzie may need a ride home, or elsewhere, Doc’s mood was jovial. Yes he knew he was in for something that he would regret.. But there was no need to worry about that now. It would happen soon enough. Lizzie wanted a date, and he was going to ensure she had a date that others would.. Hopefully, be envious of.

Shutting the car door, Doc clicked the key fob to lock the vehicle, and he pocketed his keys. Unconsciously he adjusted his tie, and cuffs before entering the Sunset. Barely a few feet inside the lobby, he looked around for Lizzie. He frowned ever so slightly, there were no blondes visible. He saw the bouquet he ordered waiting at will call. Was this the humiliation then? Have him go to all the trouble and she stand him up? He was disappointed. It was all rather anti-climatic. He didn’t even get slapped. It was obvious that Lizzie was out practice. He glanced at his watch, no he was on time. How long did one wait when being stood up? He would do it justice. But was definitely going to have to tell her it was a very poor revenge, and that due to his magnanimous.. She could have a do-over.

Doc Meanwhile Doc entertained himself by scoping out the unattached ladies. Too old. Too young. Gold digger. Too.. wait a minute... He could only see the back of the brunette in a gold dress. He glanced about the lobby, she was getting a lot of appreciative looks. She probably wouldn't be unattached long. But, he had to be stood up first, chances were not in his favor that she would be willing to be second best. He turned to focus on the entrance. She should be here soon, at least that was the look he opted to give anyone watching him. Yes his eyes kept drifting back to the brunette. What he didn’t realize, was that the attractive brunette in Gold, who had her back to him, was the person he sought.

Elizabeth: Sixteen was the magic number, and while Elizabeth glanced around and counted each and every individual that started to gather in the small theatre, her eyes searched for Doc. He couldn't forget this time, so she was not worried he would forget. Nor was she worried he would not show. Still, a face of familiarity in a crowd of unfamiliar faces was something Elizabeth was searching desperately for. There was still time, minutes to spare and so her attention shifted to a glass case that indicated upcoming performances on the smaller scale.

When it was nine o'clock exactly, only known to Elizabeth by the glance she gave an impressive grandfather clock near the middle, back wall to the foyer area, Elizabeth turned around once again, interested in seeing where Charles was. Her blue eyes disregarded everyone else that weren't male, then dressed too casually for his usual appearance, and then finally, were not his height. It did not take Elizabeth long to find him, and she turned to offer him a smile and then moved to greet him. Both of them were overdressed for tonight's event, even she, for as casual as Elizabeth dressed. While the dress of her choice did not find it's way near the floor as most of hers did, it still possessed the finesse of a dress that cost a great deal of money. “Charles.” Elizabeth said as she stood before him, her head tilting a little at their greeting.

Just as Elizabeth offered her greeting, the door besides the grandfather clock swung open and out came a late thirties, perhaps early forties woman who was dressed in a light blue tunic and printed leggings that had cats of all colours on them. “Welcome everyone!” She said with a quick wave of her arms, trying to gather the attention of everyone. The woman took her right hand and started counting every head she could find, before she smiled and clapped her hands together. “It looks like everyone is here. Great. We don't have to wait, we can just get started. Come in and take a seat near the front three rows. I'm sure no one here bites, so don't be shy. We'll all be friends soon enough.” She made a motion with both her hands, almost ushering them all to follow her. Elizabeth's blue eyes darted over to Charles, twinkling with both amusement and delight as she linked her left arm through his right. “You look very handsome this evening.” Elizabeth complimented him as she remained besides him, making no indication of moving until most the crowd had found their way inside one of the three, smaller auditoriums.

Doc As Lizzie gave him a look of approval, and did he see her smile, even for a fraction of second? Doc couldn’t help but grin at her. He ignored the woman talking, and even while Lizzie had linked her arm with his, he balked at moving. “You’re not a blonde. I was looking for a blonde. I thought you stood me up.” His grin widened, “You didn’t. And by the way, you have nice calves..” There was a definite leer to the latter comment.

His eyes widened, holding up a finger, “Wait right here.. “ He disentangled himself for her hand, and headed over to the Will-Call counter. “Those,” he pointed at the bouquet of Orange Roses, “Are for her.” He gestured with his head toward Lizzie. Before the girl behind the counter could speak, “I swear to god, she was a blonde the other day. Her name is Elizabeth.” The girl smiled, “Ok here.. Enjoy the night.”

Doc took the bouquet of orange roses and moved back to Lizzie. He held out the flowers for her. “These are for you..” He then politely offered her his arm, so that she could take. “It isn’t a proper date, unless the lady has flowers.” He grinned. He had been really quite disappointed when he thought she had stood him up. If this was to be a payback.. It deserved to be epic. And a simple no show was far from epic.

The rest of the crowd had already entered the auditorium, leaving Lizzie and Doc to take the two remaining seats, on the front row. That was unexpected. Usually people wanted the front row. Maybe the seating was assigned? He brushed the thought away, and let Lizzie have her choice of seat, before taking the remaining one. He was curious as to the type of show this was, but didn’t want to ruin her plans. With Lizzie there was no telling what was coming.

Elizabeth: A small smirk etched the corners of her lips when Doc had thought she had stood him up, before Elizabeth ‘tsk’d’ a little. “The thought had never crossed my mind, Charles.” Elizabeth assured him, before adding on, “I have an entire evening of fun things planned for the two of us.” A devious twinkle glinted in her eyes before he moved away from her. Her eyes moved to follow him, then saw the bouquet he was moving towards. The colour was an interesting choice, and she wondered if he was aware of it. Elizabeth would honestly be surprised if he didn’t, given they had discussed flowers and their colors a time or two before.

Elizabeth reached out for the orange coloured roses, her blue eyes on Charles’ face, searching for any indication on her internal query , but did not find any such answers. Elizabeth dipped her head appreciatively, then parted her lips to speak. “Thank you, Charles. They are lovely...appreciated as well. One did not have to go to such measures. Your company is all I require this evening.” When they moved inside, Elizabeth noticed the empty seats towards the front and took to one. The roses found a place within her lap, eyes moving to the stage as the eccentric woman found her way to center stage. Behind her were props, some amateur looking trees, bushes and one dimensional house. A table was pushed off to the far left with random items and a couple stools in a corner of the stage. She waited a few seconds before introductions began.

“Welcome again, and good evening. My name is Cathy Williams as most of you may have guessed…” She glanced around to see if there were any surprised faces in the crowd, before continuing. “Whether you’re here to improve your acting skills, or here as a beginner, it doesn’t matter. We’re here to have fun and to see how quickly you think on your toes. But, mostly to have fun. If you have a good time and want to continue with your improv skills, we do have classes every Thursday night at eight p.m. for the next eight weeks.” She walked the stage to the left side before continuing. “First thing, everyone, I do mean everyone, is going to have to participate tonight. Sometimes you’ll be by yourself, sometimes with your partner, or a partner of my choosing or a small group. Volunteers go first, but if I find some of you slacking off, I will call you out. Just enjoy yourself.” She looked at the crowd of people, attempting to gauge who might be fresh faces and who might have some acting under their belt, before continuing. “Alright. First run, I’ll need a group of four.” Her eyes looked around to the crowd of people, pointing to two volunteers whose hands shot up right away, before glancing around for unwilling victims. Elizabeth’s blue orbs looked at Doc, wondering if he would be so brave...and what he thought of the venue.

Doc If it were possible for the color to drain from a vampire’s face, it would have from Doc’s. He looked away from Cathy Williams and stared at the floor. He wet his lips and muttered his favorite phrase. “****.” He counted to ten, took a deep breath and gave Lizzie a slow smile and said “Great.”He raised his hand, grabbed Lizzie’s with his other hand and raised hers too. “Right here.. “ He stood and attempted to tug Lizzie up beside him. He gave her an adoring smile. “Come on Sweetheart.. Play with me..” To the untrained ear, it would sound teasing and sweet. To someone who knew him, like Lizzie, it was a challenge.

Elizabeth: Her eyes followed Doc’s every movement and absorbed every facial expression that she could. His swearing implied how unfavourable her choice was, which was exactly how Elizabeth expected the evening to go. Doc wanted humiliation, then he was going to get it. It was almost prolific in nature as he seemed to clam up and then said ‘great.’ She hardly believed it was ‘great,’ especially given his next round of actions.

One of her hands was retained and raised as he volunteered the both of them for the first improv choice of the ‘director.’ Elizabeth all too happily removed her hand and raised it proudly, at Doc’s goading, before she stood. “Any night, Charles.” Elizabeth set her flowers on the seat, before making her way to the stage, following after the first two volunteers. There was a round of broken applause from various people in the crowd, as the four took to the stage and Cathy moved to the side of the stage. “Wonderful. Our first session is called natural disaster. We’ll need some examples of natural disasters from the crowd.” She glanced to the sea of individuals as hands shot up without any hesitation this go around. Anything from tornadoes to erupting volcanoes were offered as suggestions, until finally Cathy picked erupting volcano. She then turned to the four on stage and pointed to Doc. “In this natural disaster, the world is going to be saved by you four, who are all superheros. Five seconds to pick your superhero...and go.” Elizabeth looked at Doc with an amused smirk on her lips while she gave her own superhero identity a thought...which given her experience on superheros...the list was not long.

Doc Doc gave Lizzie a confused look. Was it possible? That she could bring him to the point of humiliation so quickly? He had no gift for off the wall ideas! Everything had to be planned out, plotted with care. Iterations for every variable had to be followed up with a contingency plan. Five seconds?! Five ******* Seconds?!

****. ****! ****! He screamed inwardly, while trying to glean some inkling of an idea from Lizzie. Who by the way was passively eyeing him, giving him no ******* help whatsoever. Out of habit, he attempted to rake his hair back, but **** him again, it was short. There was nothing to rake back. ****. But then his logical side kicked in. A natural disaster that will destroy the entire world? Not possible. But, if by some fluke it were possible, like nuclear winter.. Four people could not fix it. What was the point in doing this anyway?!

Then he caught what had to be the smuggest look he have ever seen on anyone’s face. And it was on Lizzie’s. Fine. He needed to a superhero.. Fine. But who? How does your mind just go blank like it?! While he was trying to sort out his.. ‘Superhero’ power, the other couple had already eagerly shouted, “Superman!” while the female said, ‘Wonder woman!” And did an exaggerated spin, ending in a ta-da!

Doc loosened his tie. Lizzie was no help. He would have to save the world with an Alien and chick that had never had sex with a guy. Great. He was drawing a blank. He had no idea of what superheros were left, when the epiphany hit.

“Deadpool. Right here.” He could be as snarky as he wanted, because Deadpool was more of an *** then he was. He grinned at Lizzie, and sent her mental message ~They will all die trying to save ****.. And I am going to watch the world burn.~

Elizabeth: Doc was struggling and she could tell by the look on his face and his mannerisms. While he was thinking, the other two chimed in, claiming their super hero for this scenario, while Cathy’s eyes bounced from Elizabeth to Doc. Finally, Doc made a claim and a few people in the crowd laughed, while a few others huffed, knowing all too well that Deadpool was anything but a superhero by choice. Elizabeth didn’t know, and while Cathy might have, she seemed to let it slide. Finally, Elizabeth parted her lips and made her claim. “Poison Ivy.” At this point, Cathy perked up and made a move to correct Elizabeth.

“I’m positive she’s the opposite of a superhero. More like a villian.” She looked to the remaining twelve to get their opinion, most nodding their heads. Elizabeth, however, interjected. “She may be, but there are times when she is not and works alongside with Batman, who is, a superhero. Also, she has saved children and in this scenario, even plants will need saving.” Elizabeth crossed her arms, and looked pointedly at Doc, obviously against watching the world, or at least plants and trees burning. Her knowledge of Poison Ivy came from her ‘brother’ Hellequin after he referred to Elizabeth as the woman years ago-and was truthfully the first comic book hero she had learned about. Batman was second given his and Ivy’s relationship.

After a few seconds of thinking, and debating, Catchy clapped her hands and decided to move them forward. “Poison Ivy it is. Okay, so the first thing you’re going to do is come on to the scene and acknowledge the disaster you face-the volcano erupting. We’ll leave that to you.” She pointed to ‘Superman,’ then continued. “You’ll attempt to solve the dilemma and fail, having to call whichever superhero friend remaining for assistance. The next person will come, state their superhero name, try and come up with a new solution, fail and call yet another superhero friend that hasn’t assisted yet. They will do the same, resulting in a fail, and so on, until everyone has came to try and solve the problem by their own solution, then will all have to work together to solve it in the end. Good luck, everyone.” Cathy moved off the stage and took a seat off to the right of the stage, then called for action.

‘Superman’ flew to center stage, stopped and puffed out his chest in prime hero form. The character pointed to an area where the volcano was at and announced the natural disaster. “There’s city in imminent danger due to that exploding volcano! I will block the lava flow!” He moved to the tree background and pretended to lift it from the base and toss it in the way of some pretend village that needed to be saved. After a few seconds, ‘Superman’ feigned horror on his face as the lava pooled over the tree and destroyed it within seconds. “Rats! It didn’t work! I’ll need the help of...Wonder Woman!” He looked to the second woman who made her appearance known, as Liz simply blinked and tried not to laugh.

Doc Doc snorted inwardly to himself. This was a volcano. This could not be stopped. Four superheros were no match for an exploding Volcano. He then cast his gaze over to Lizzie, who was supposed to be Poison Ivy. A hero or villain he had no information about. But he did like Deadpool, so much he had looked into that Superhero’s history some. He called out to Lizzie, “Have you seen Spiderman?” He points obnoxiously at Superman and Wonder Woman,.. “He would love this.. I think they are going to kiss!” He said in true Deadpool fashion.

He raised his eyebrows at her, “If they don’t .. we can! The world is about to be destroyed.. It is our duty..” he smirked, Deadpool style, “Yes i did say duty..” then louder, “To repopulate the earth.” He turned to the Audience, “This could get graphic.. You may want to look away!”

Meanwhile Wonder Woman, “It’s my turn!” In an affronted manner.

Deadpool Doc sighed dramatically, “FINE.. “ He rolled his eyes, “I will **** you first.. But for the record, I prefer her.” He pointed at Lizzie.

Elizabeth: Just as Wonder woman was about to make her appearance and try to 'save the day,' Doc chimed in. Cathy started to interject, but looked at the 'class' that was looking at her, and she opened both her arms and said, “It is improv.” Most eyes went back to the scene playing out, a few people laughing at Doc's improvisation of the scenario and his goading tactics. He got the most rise from the crowd when he suggested there would be '*******' going on, Cathy starting to slowly stand with hands up, indicating she was going to take care of whatever was going on between the four superheros on stage.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth seemed to be watching the entire...quietly. In reality, she heard what Doc was saying, but her mind was searching until Elizabeth found what she was looking for. More or less. This was, after all, improvisation. Cathy was coming towards the stairs that would lead her to the stage, and without a word, Elizabeth blinked, the somewhat glossy eyed, empty stare vanishing as she moved forward. While Superman and Wonder Woman were busy trying to understand what Doc was playing at, they disregarded Elizabeth completely. Without a word, both her hands went out to their chest and shoved them both in the direction of the imaginary volcano.

Wonder woman tripped over her own feet and knocked Superman down with her, Elizabeth smiling triumphantly, before she looked at Cathy who was now on the stage. “Poison Ivy, present and ready to sacrifice the lesser beings to a very upset volcano...god, goddess...whatever.” Narrowed blue eyes fell on Doc as she tilted her head apologetically and offered him a small pout. “Looks like it is me first, ‘sweetheart’.” Elizabeth's hues glinted with both amusement and mockery, as she lifted her arms to her side in an offertory manner.

Doc Doc looked at the audience, waggled his eyebrows and then looked back ‘Poison Lizzie Ivy’. Moving across the stage, “I didn’t realize you weren’t the sharing type.”

Suddenly he pointed, “What on earth!? Look! The Volcano has stopped! The lava is hardening,” he looked at the audience, “That’s not all that is hardening.” He looked back at the volcano and then back at Poison Lizzie Ivy. “You’ve Done it! Apparently offering the Son of Krypton was the solution all along!” He he shrugged, “Unless it was the Amazon Virgin.. Which I doubt.”

“No Matter! WE..” he eyed the audience in true Deadpool style, “..Have saved the world.” Clearing aligning himself with Poison Ivy, “It is now time for the gratuitous sex scene.” Deadpool Doc pulled Poison Lizzie Ivy into his arms, dipped her, and kissed her soundly. It was a lengthy kiss.

Cathy stood up and clapped politely, ready to move the group to the next scene. But Doc ignored the clapping that indicated that they should end scene now, and continued to kiss Lizzie.

Superman and Wonder Woman who were both on their feet, huffed in annoyance. Wonder Woman, who clearly was not amused, pointed, “I don’t want to play with them. They don’t know the rules!”

Sensing things taking a negative turn, Cathy spoke up. “This is improv.. theatre without a script, with the actors acting, directing themselves, writing the plot, and interacting with each other all at the same time without previous planning. Actors acting on the fly! Which is what we all witnessed here!” She looked at Poison Ivy, who was still being kissed and sighed, before saying to the rest of the group, “Although, if we are going to get physical.. Be gentle. I am going to presume, Ms Ivy got carried away with the scene.” Louder Cathy said “Ms. Ivy! Mr. Deadpool! Your attention please!”

Elizabeth: Elizabeth couldn't tell if Doc was a really good actor, or a terrible one, because she couldn't help but press her lips together to keep from laughing. Not that she had done Poison Ivy any justice; Elizabeth had came to the conclusion if Doc was going to deviate how he wanted, then so was she. He was, at the very least, over the top, regardless of what he was.

When he claimed she solved the volcano dilemma, Elizabeth did laugh, especially at the comment about the Amazon Virgin. Was she the sharing type? Was Doc, or rather, Deadpool in a roundabout way asking her, or Ivy? Deciding it best to not answer, she watched as he continued owning the stage, even as Cathy tried to take control of it. When he suggested that they had saved the world, a skeptical brow was raised by Elizabeth, before her lips twitched in humour. Elizabeth absolutely did not believe that there was about to be a sex scene on stage, but she didn't suspect what happened next to happen, either.

She was in 'Deadpool's' arms with a quick dip and one thing was certain, while they might not be having sex in front of everyone, Ivy wasn't going to be breaking up their 'finale.' Elizabeth's right hand pressed against Doc's face, somewhere the fantasy of Deadpool and Ivy meeting the reality world of their 'actors.'

She heard Cathy somewhere in the distance, referring to their character's names, but Elizabeth wasn't paying her any attention. Her left arm hooked around the back of Doc's neck, finding no need, not even for a second to break this lip locking session. With no need to collect air, there was no reason to, and if Doc thought that she was in any way humiliated by this display, he couldn't have been more wrong. It wasn't until Cathy clapped her hands again as she crossed the stage to where they were, and placed a hand on both of their shoulders, did Elizabeth pay the woman any piece of mind. “Let's try and keep sessions PG-13?” She suggested, eyes flicking between both of them, as Elizabeth finally leaned back a little to break the kiss. Elizabeth looked into Doc's eyes, before she leaned up and pressed her lips quickly to his. Then, with a small smirk and a glint in her eyes, Elizabeth said just loud enough for everyone in the crowd to hear her, “I probably should have said something before we kissed sweetheart...but, every part of me is poison. Even my kiss.” Elizabeth winked, found her way back to her normal stance and then sauntered off stage after her last improvisation for this scene. “Just as I suspected. Villain.” Cathy commented as Elizabeth found her seat, Elizabeth’s blue eyes on Doc as she left him standing there on stage.

Doc Lizzie left him on stage alone. What was a guy supposed to do now? So Doc did what he had seen actors do at the end of a performance. He gave a sweeping bow and blew a kiss to the audience. “I will be signing autographs at the end of the show in the lobby.” He looked pointedly at Lizzie and inclined his head, before leaving the stage in an unhurried gait that clearly showed he owned that stage.

As Doc took his seat, Cathy shook her head gave him a one of those smiles that a teacher gave her trouble children. “Now then.. We are moving on to next improv.. So we need four more,” She paused and looked at Lizzie and Doc, “That have not had a chance to take the stage.” The hesitant ones from before, were now a bit more eager, seeing how the last improv went. So four people were gathered eagerly on the stage, for their setting.

Cathy smiled, “Wonderful! That is what I like.. Eagerness. Now your setting .. is a first date!” She beamed widely, “But with every first date.. Nothing goes smoothly.. We need suggestions for a problem on the first date. Anyone?” She looked at the audience.

There were the obvious issues, “They run out of gas!” “They don’t have reservations!” Doc called out, “They accidently shot their date..”

CAthy looked at Doc, with a blank stare. He replied, “What? It can happen. Especially if you don't have the safety on..”

The couple behind Doc and Lizzie laughed and cheered it on, “Yes.. that would be funny..Do that one.”

Doc looked at Lizzie with a smug, I am having fun look.