<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Bloodedge]

There was no clear desire to stop in Iris's expression or behavior, but it didn't seem she was going to make progress very easily... if at all. Strangely, she thought there was nothing wrong ─ that she had all things she needed to carry on. What she listed, however, was a bunch of physical reactions all linked to arousal, among other things. Was she truly so far gone as to believe that was every detail? "Hell you payin' attention to all that shit for?" Donnie questioned. Hearing that was a mood-killer for him, so it surely couldn't have been very good for Iris's goal.

When Kim came along, she brought sense Donnie could actually get behind. It was made clear that Iris experienced fear. Kim came forth with more of an explanation than a solution, but it didn't seem a solution would work right away for Iris's overly-rational mind regardless. Though Iris hadn't pulled herself away yet, she rightly believed there was little to be done in her current state. Donnie knew it was possible. Kim knew the same, but would either of them force the issue? It wasn't worthwhile in Donnie's opinion. "I would say it's nothin' to trip about, but I ain't even gon' hold you. You probably gotta slow it all the way down. Ain't no rush~" he claimed in the end.

[Apollymi]

Iris was an odd girl, who didn't experience emotions in the same way as normal people. Keeping track of her autonomic responses was a part of how she tracked feelings she couldn't describe. This was apparently a completely working system, until of course she came across an emotion she couldn't describe or one that acted the same way as one she already understood. Such was obvious by Donnie's reaction when she began thinking aloud trying to work her way through why it wasn't working the way she thought it should. "Right, it's how I understand myself," Iris gave a simple explanation as even she could tell the oddity might not have sat right with Donnie. Well, she did admit to being weird, but she wouldn't often make that oddity anyone else's problem… so she kept a deeper explanation to herself.

Ah, but she wasn't actually in this moment alone, the addition of Kim brought extra information and a name for her feeling, as well as a way to mediate Donnie. Not that Iris thought he'd be dangerous even in a situation like this. "Right," Iris said about the information offered by Kim. She noted that it was more of an explanation than a solution and Iris was oddly grateful as a solution wasn't the kind of thing Iris ever asked for, if she didn't work through it herself, the experience wouldn't help her the next time she experienced something strange. Much to Donnie's credit in a moment like this, his advice wasn't at all selfish or even predatory. He advised Iris slow all the way down, reminded her that there was no rush, it was actually something in her head and thus something that had to be fixed before her next attempt. "Okay, I get it…" she said, well, at least she understood her next step. She leaned forward and pecked Donnie's lips as if he was the one that needed comfort in this second and not herself while she actually made the conscious decision to remove herself from his lap. "Wall's in my head. I gotta figure that out… I'm coming back when I do," Iris asserted before looking at Kim. "You were coming up here for another smoke break, huh… Don't let me stop you," Iris asserted as Kim chuckled. "Naw, you good Lil' Bit, You don't wanna stay? You don't have to sit on it…" Kim offered she didn't need all of Donnie's attention and wasn't even planning to detour for that long. "No, I gotta… think," Iris offered before she'd grab her clothes, redress, check herself in the mirror and scramble off, with more confusion than answers. While Kim settled in with Donnie to catch up.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever came of the advice Iris was given, there was nothing to be done so long as she couldn't quiet her own brain. The issue could have been forced with ease, but Donnie wasn't going to be so callous. No, there was plenty of time. Of course he doubted Iris would truly wait around. Based on what he'd seen of her so far, Donnie fully expected the girl to appear again with some sort of plan. No matter. If it took her a dozen iterations of a new plan to make things work, he didn't mind meeting her in the experimental phases.

All of that aside, it seemed Iris wouldn't be making any attempts to fix the situation right away. She leaned in to peck Donnie's lips, receiving in turn another offering of his tongue and a pair of squeezed hips. She vowed to return when the wall was cleared, so he let her be for the moment. "Bet bet. Ay, I'ma be waitin'. I still got somethin' for you~" he teased, all to ensure there was no presumed lack of interest after the failed attempt. Since Iris was leaving, though, he did have to do something. Kim was there... and it was clear why she'd come along from the beginning. With Iris bowing out gracefully for now, Donnie would soon enough be coaxing the stylist into his lap instead.

[Apollymi]

Iris wasn't the kind of person who did illogical things. No matter what her behavior, it could be firmly rooted in some sort of logic, even if it wasn't understood by the general population. In this moment, she received Donnie's tongue instead of being able to just peck his lips. And that was fine, she actually quite enjoyed it. Along with the squeezing of her body. When she pulled away to get dressed, the man was teasing her again, and she tilted her head looking at him once again as if studying something. "I know… keep it warm, I'll get back to it~" Iris managed. Apparently unwilling to appear completely shaken initially. She knew she could still joke and think without any issue. She was also fine with the knowledge that Kim was going to do whatever she wanted with Donnie, that relationship wasn't one she'd poke at, especially not when the woman had been nice to her. Beyond that Kim slipped into the lap she was offered and she'd be having a time for about 30 to 45 minutes.

Still, by the time everything was worked through, she'd be back downstairs having finished several a bunch of different heads. And having passed out goodie bags for everyone. Whatever else was being planned the movement of the group could begin. "Alright, everyone straight? Ya'll look good out there~" Kim claimed fully ready to corral these people out of her shop. So they could go on about their merry way. She'd even gotten her fix so she was fine to continue on as she was… unless of course something else was needed. Meanwhile, the Corbyn sisters had seen Iris's return and were taking a mental tally of the likeliest scenario, but still willing to leave the girl mostly to her own devices.

[Bloodedge]

Between Donnie and Kim, there was a session upstairs that counted among their quicker rounds. It didn't live up to the high-impact debauchery that had anomalies occurring all over London, nor did it involve Donnie showing any of those new 'tricks' he'd learned about recently. Two friends with benefits were simply... catching up for over half an hour. Once that was done, down the stairs they went. Everyone had been styled and dried, and so... it was nigh time to ship out.

Kim may have thought it was time to get everyone out of her shop, but the group's final moments had Donnie hanging around near her. Before speaking to the woman herself, however, he looked to Hop. "Ay bro, you good to drive again? I can if you don't want to," he requested casually. "I think I'm good for it, actually. I really could use the practice," Hop answered. With that, he'd be taking the go-ahead toward the limousine. Donnie stayed near Kim. Finally, it was time for him to... ever so casually make clear the fact that he'd always intended to bring her back to New York. "Aight, you ready? It shouldn't take too long to get there. That plane I got quick than a bitch!"

[Apollymi]

Donnie and Kim had a session that could be counted simply as 'catching up'. It was nothing too strenuous but still enough to hold Kim over for the time being. What she didn't know was about the new magical nature of sex nor what Donnie had truly been up to, but surely such information would come with time and placement. Until then though, a whole group was rocking new hair styles, hair cuts and left with goodie bags full of the products to recreate the looks themselves so long as they knew how to follow a few choice tutorials. Ah, but none of that mattered. Nikki couldn't keep her hands away from soft and bouncy locks that she now had to play with, even while everyone was preparing to pack up and go. Iris slipped her laptop bag back over her shoulder and would once again be joining her brother in the front of the limo.

In that moment, Donnie looked to Kim and asked if she was ready and claimed the trip to New York shouldn't take too long given his plane. "Wait, bruh am I going? You shoulda been told me that shit. I ain't even packed!" Kim said. She wasn't prepared for this in the way she normally was. She usually kept a bag ready for a quick outing, but that was just for a single night. She had some things at Donnie's other place as well, but… "Goddamnit gimme a minute. Let me lock up and send ma a message while I throw a thing together." she said. Running up the stairs to put together a minor overnight bag that would mostly be for condoms, hair care products and a few essential pieces of clothing and the like. It'd take her a few minutes to join everyone in the car and make sure she'd sent appropriate messages. Still. Whenever everyone else was ready to go, she'd be slipping into the limo apparently being piloted by a young man to an airport ready to board a private jet, apparently.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie hadn't told Kim a thing about her invitation, nor did he think it was necessary until the last minute. "I'ma keep it a stack, I figured you woulda asked or invited yourself by now. You lackin', Kim!" he replied. Celebrities, royalty and a magical plane apparently weren't enough to make Kim try of her own accord. That aside, Donnie had his own thoughts about the woman needing to pack. He'd make that clear when she shuffled off to do so. "Bro, just get new shit! I told you, I got you!"That line from Donnie was essentially purposeless; he knew as much. In fact, he was certain Kim had an entire collection of things at his spare home in New York.

In due time, all packing and such had been done. Hop was once again joined by Iris in the front, with everyone else piling into the back of that limo, plus one extra body in the form of Kim. The return trip to that airport was much easier than the trip out. The arrival, however, was no less hectic. Why? Well, a message had been delivered to Crow en route. He'd taken the liberty of trying to prepare the plane, just to have the security administration blocking his path before he could remove the plane from its current hangar. Upon their return, the others would get to see the middle of that exchange. "And what's that mean, eh? Ya' didn't want me parked here, fair enough. But if ya' don't want me here, you can't try to stop me from leavin'! I'm from down under, and I ain't that kinda backwards, know what I'm sayin'?"

[Apollymi]

Kim was preparing to leave, surprised she'd been invited along. In those moments, Donnie chose to tease, and their relationship seemed even closer than it appeared initially. "Niggah… I am not the type to invite myself on someone else's trip. Ma would beat my ass if she found out I did some shit like that, even if I'm grown," Kim said chiding the man for claiming she was lacking. Melty heard that sentence and had her eyes widen, as she'd basically done that and knew it along with the other younger members of this party. When he also claimed that she didn't need to pack that he could simply get her more things she waved him off, "Bruh, I can't just be taking shit from you all the time. I'm already bout to move into one of your spots, chill out," Kim said, knowing for certain that she wasn't a leech or anything of the sort.

Eventually they'd be trying to board a plane with the car being parked back on it while TSA continued to harass Crow. Nikki got out of the car, chuckling upon hearing Crow's words. "He's wild, mate. Should I handle that? I mean they can't stop me from moving or anythin'…" Nikki said knowing the full scope of her authority as an autonomous existence. Still, she'd leave Crow to it if it was preferential. Mostly she'd be making sure everyone ended up on the plane, it would be pretty bad to accidentally leave anyone behind given the nature of the whole of this situation. Still, while this group experienced slight travel troubles, a different kind of group was preparing for a different type of trouble. One Casper Drake was on his way to a press tour, he'd recently come down from a pretty vivid high and now had prepared to put his spin on current news and make sure he came out clean on the other side.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah nah, I'm just sayin', alright... I thought all those fancy badges you all carry around came with expectations of common sense?" Crow continued with a light upward inflection, all while Hop returned the limo to the plane. Others had already exited safely ─ including of course, Donnie, who was still yapping to some others about Kim's final moments in the shop. "Bro, all my niggas gon' eat. That's all I'm sayin'," he blabbered. "Makes sense to me, yeah? I'd take the handout, long as you took mine," Leon replied. Just then, both males had their attentions taken by Crow bickering with TSA. Nikki acknowledged this as well, and Donnie... though he gave her musing some consideration, shook his head. "Man, that nigga was in for the whole damn puberty. If you gon' help somebody, nigga help the staff!" he joked. At the same time, Crow was still carrying on. "Well it's not that difficult, is it? You tell me to get the bloody thing off the strip, I do it. I don't know what kind of superpowers you think I've got, but it don't involve gettin' the thing out of the hangar without gettin' it back on the strip. Am I speakin' bloody Chinese?!"

All the while, Casper Drake was about to acquire some fame... or infamy, depending on how events carried on at a certain radio station right in New York. At the station, waiting on the pink-haired man's arrival, there was an older male ─ dark skin, a well-trimmed black goatee, and a waxed scalp. He'd been waiting half of the day for this late appointment. A quick check of analytics let him know the show was breaking some personal viewership records before they even went live. "Yo Tima, we doin' numbers wit' this one! You need to hit the young boy up when we done, make sure we get the other side. I hit him on Twitter, but don't nobody be checkin' for my shit."