<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."

[Apollymi]

During the entire drive over, Donnie might have been complaining about Kim's inability to accept a gift or two from him. In the same ride, Kim had taken all the arguments she could and had the general understanding of the Corbyn sisters. "Bruh…" Kim seemed exasperated, and Leon agreeing with Donnie only made Ronnie snicker. She walked over to Kim leaning over the woman's shoulder and covering a mouth with her hand, "Seem like he ready to take the cock too, innit?~" Veronica mentioned about Leon and his odd form of fanaticism. This of course, caused Kim's eyes to widen and her to look at Leon and begin gasping laughing. "Bwahah…ahahaha…ahhaha!~ Damn, why Veronica Corbyn like that?~" Kim exclaimed. All the while, Nikki wondered if she should help the situation with the plane along and Donnie claimed she should help the staff due to Crow's former incarceration. "Aye, got it covered…" Nikki said as she wandered over to Crow. "You alright mate, I can get us moving. Nikoleta Corbyn, National Hunter. Me mates and I got places to go so if you can get us off the strip soon as possible, it'd be great," she managed with a smile, hoping a name drop and title would give them all the points they needed to simply stop arguing with Crow.

Ah but some arguments weren't going to stop… no some were always going to be building up… bit by bit. As Drake rolled up, fresh dread with a small entourage of people he had with him, no longer including a manager but still the one security guard he kept with him at all times. He wouldn't get to know about the conversation already happening inside, where the one called Tima was looking over social media with a shake of her head."Unc, we all know ain't nobody checking for you. I saw that, did you really 'at' a famous person on social media and think you was gonna get a response? That's crazy, besides that the post make it sound like you wanted smoke… but sa'll good. Imma hit up his DMs after the show, see if he wanna get a slot in sometime tomorrow," she said of that. "Which gives me more than enough time to get ready for my podcast later. That's where the real numbers are gonna be~" Tima said pushing her big round glasses up onto her nose and running a hand through a head of massive and soft curls. There was a certain fire in her eyes and a lack of nonsense which was obvious to most. It would be in a moment like this, that the group would be preparing to take seats with an intern coming in to inform them of Drake's arrival.

[Bloodedge]

Crow was doing anything but enjoying the way TSA was handling the situation here in America. Prior to Nikki's arrival on the scene, nearby pedestrians could hear almost nothing but his every response to the... slowly growing group of workers. "Listen mate, it don't work like that! You didn't wait for clearance to shoo me off the bloody thing, so I'm not waitin' for clearance to get back on and ship out. All this time we're wasting here makin' googly eyes at each other, we could've been long gone by now!" he said most recently. Then came salvation, in the form of a purple-haired woman recognized worldwide. She spoke first to Crow, then to the workers. "Not much use barkin' at this lot, Sheila. Yeah nah, I thought I was speakin' a foreign language earlier, but Jackie Chan over here don't speak no English!" he complained with the most blatant thumb pointed over his shoulder at the first TSA worker. Ah, but Crow didn't know the weight of Nikoleta Corbyn as a name. Already, there were whispers and nods among the workers, followed by a quick clearing of the area. One of them even seemed to be gathering information before coming back to... a very confused Crow. "The lane will be clear for your departure within ten minutes. Ma'am. Sir."

Meanwhile, the bald man addressed as 'Unc' was essentially schooled on modern social media etiquette by his co-host in the upcoming radio show. "Hell yeah I tagged the nigga! I ain't aboutta jump no grown man's DMs; that shit suspect. See that's what you for! Young nigga see you in the private message and open that shit. Nigga see my ugly ass? Blocked!" he muttered. As for the acquisition of Donnie for the next show, the man was already making plans around it. "Aight, but you gotta get him on here first! You know me, I'm already tryna be up bright and early to see what the young King gon' say about all this shit here! You doin' the intro? Drake outside."

[Apollymi]

Nikki walked up to hear Crow giving the TSA workers the hardest time she'd ever seen. 'No wonder he told me to help the staff… man's actin' up!~' Nikki thought almost absently. Still, while Nikki stifled laughter and tried to be semi-professional, Crow was roasting the group of workers who were technically speaking, just doing their jobs. "Crow, mate… you gotta relax," Nikki offered him. After giving her name and a statement to the people they started to move. That much was to be expected, even though Crow was confused, "No way, I gotta bit of weight behind me~" Nikki said in a little humble brag knowing that Crow didn't quite know everything about her just yet. But it seemed that the workers themselves seemed to understand exactly who she was… and within a couple of moments a man was walking up to her and letting her know that the lane would be clear in a relatively short amount of time. "Appreciate it, bruv.. Sorry about all that… have a slice o' cake. It was me birthday the other day~" Nikki offered a fairly sincere apology and offered a plate of cake. She then turned to walk away waving over her shoulder. "Apparently we can take off in 10 minutes~" claimed Nikki as she headed up to the plane without much hesitation.

While the situation surrounding take off and flight manifests was being taken care of. Unc, as he was being called, was… explaining in the most old man way possible, why he hadn't just DM'd King Don to explain himself, after Tima pointed out the oddity surrounding his choice of alert for the young rapper. "Unc, I think you thinking too hard. I can see why someone your age might think it's sus, but communication ain't gay. Also don't say shit when saying stuff like that end with you having to run the fade," Tima advised. As for the coming problem and why she was the one usually dealing with the artists she could only scoff. "I don't have to do shit. I mean I will, but I could just get him to clear everything up at the end, After the fact. But, that's cool Unc, I got you. And I got the intro, gimme a second." Tima said. She looked at the soundboard tech and her producer getting counted in while that intern waited to wave in Drake. "Yo! Was good, everybody. You know what time it is and you know what it is… it's time for the Usual Suspects… and I'm your favorite host Tima live in the building… and ya' know who's with me~" she said leaving space for Unk to do the usual and introduce himself. And whenever he did she'd have something to add. "And today, we got a big trender. Out here breakin' the net and maybe a few laws… our suspect. The one… the only… Casper Drake!~" she said, a little bit of a tone. Outside the room, Drake was looking through his phone, hyping himself up to step in. He held himself with a certain swagger, wearing some off the rack gear from Giorno Giovanna, including a pair of dress shoes which he matched with his 'hood style' with a random amount of jewelry and dark sunglasses. "Yo, what's up, wit' yall. Ain't never had me on before, but bet I'm here!~ Call me, Drake~" he claimed stepping in, grabbing a pair of headphones and taking his seat while his security guard flanked him.