Fantasy Music Box

[Egyptiankitten2113]

It was a miracle that Quinn had managed to run to her in time. Dixie, while still trembling very much, looking up at her new goofball of a savior and actually slipped up a weak smile at his little joke. Her body temperature had stopped rising at his approach, and had gone down a few degrees when he took her hands, but she was still indeed very very hot under the color and over the collar in fact.


"You're...very goofy cher." A wry smirk formed as those words left her lips, but even so her spirit hadn't yet returned because fear still held a large part of her back and her heat didn't go down any more after that. Well, she had certainly found a trigger for the heat. Fear and stress. The more nervous and worried she was, the hotter she became and the higher chances she had of burning Quinn, and she promised that she wouldn't.


At that thought, Dixie tried pulling her hands away from his, even though they were wrapped, she didn't want to risk it. " Don't, I don't want to burn you too."

 

[Bawadaboo]

Quinn only squeezed harder. She wasn't going anywhere. "Well I've already sacrificed my favorite shirt, so I'll take my chances." He smirked as he looked down at the quickly cooking shirt between them. Smoke was rising, but he could feel that she wasn't increasing in temperature any more. In a backwards way that was a kind of success, but it just wasn't enough.


"You promised not to burn me." He looked back to her. "And I know you won't break that promise. Just like I promised you I'd stay positive." He smiled and looked back at all the other drama that was going on. "This thing's hardly even started kid, wait until something really bad happens, and then you can burn the place down. Until then think about... the ocean... or ice-cream... or polar bears. Penguins... uh... air conditioners..." He trailed on and on.

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

"Kid?' A thin eyebrow cocked up at that, and her body started cooling down even more with the new-found distraction, "You're lucky you're cute or I'd take that as an insult." She playfully huffed, shifting her hands in his when he gripped her harder to keep her from moving them again. Stubborn wasn't he?


"You're right though , I know it'll only get worse from here..." Dix agreed at last and sighed, and mentally tried cooling herself down, taking in a shaky breath and tried to imagine the things he listed as they came from his mouth. The ocean, she had never really been before but it always sounded nice...ice-cream, her favorite being rocky road, delicious...polar bears, adorable..


Somehow it was working, her imagining those things, and bit by bit, degree by degree, her skin began cooling down even more, about to the point of a normal body temperature, maybe a slight low fever to those unknowing of her power she received. She wouldn't burn him anymore, but she didn't want to take the chance even now.

 

[Bawadaboo]

The haze around her was gone, and he could feel the temperature had returned to normal. Phew. His hands had gotten pretty warm, and his shirt had brown burn stains and a few smallish holes scattered about. He furrowed his brow and uncoiled the shirt. It was ruined, of course. But he'd expected that. It was no biggie, he'd find a way to use it sooner or later. He tossed it over his shoulder and fell into his familiar spot next to Dixie.


A few seconds of silence turned the situation awkward. "I was born in Canada, Ontario actually. It's how I learned to speak French. I'm a performer by trade; comedy, music, turn-tables, acting... anything I could do ya know. I moved to the states when I was 19 and started performing whenever and however I could. After a fair bit of travelling I got to hosting parties for a wealthy guy I'd met in a bar in Philadelphia. It was a sweet gig, but it got boring after a while." He kept his eyes trained on the others as they dealt with their own powers when he spoke. "When everyone in the room is worth hundreds of thousands, sometimes millions, they usually don't have much to say to a disc-jockey. It's kinda like that saying, 'Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.' I'm at all the parties, but it's always a job. Heh, you wouldn't guess how much easier it is to get jobs djing than playing music, which is what I really wanted to do when I came down." Quinn crossed his arms.


It was a ton of information at once, but she'd asked him about himself earlier, and he'd yet to get the chance to answer. "How about you cher? You a Louisianan alligator hunter or something?"

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

A ton of information was right. Hazel eyes wide with shock, the little woman gladly listened to every single bit that poured from his mouth all at once, she was even having trouble picking up what he was saying but she quickly understood it all and was really actually interested in what he was saying. It was amazing he was talented enough to do all of those things he said, heck, she was barely talented at all and really she could only manage to do a few things without hurting herself or even others and that was cooking and dancing! But Quinn here was multi-talented and she was very much impressed with what he had told her.


When she asked her what she was though, she chuckled warmly and shook her head at his ridiculous and silly question, "No no cher, not that far into my culture. I am from Louisiana yes, grew up in the bayou and the Quarter where I learned everything I know about food and sweets. I am actually a dancer, of many forms." It pained her to admit anything about her past dancing experiences so she didn't say exactly what she started off with, no one wanted to know about her doing exotic dancing when she was younger. "I work at a little club downtown now, it pays pretty well and I also do a small group that performs at big parties and events around the cities and back home, pretty small living. I don't make much but I don't need much either so I am happy where I'm at. " her dainty shoulders lifted in a shrug and she granted him a full fledged smile finally, " I'm not as talented as you are with all of your skills, but my body and music are the perfect pair to land me a few odd jobs around the music industry."

 

[Bawadaboo]

Quinn sat quietly while she told her story. A dancer huh? Interesting. It was one of the arts he'd never been very good at. He was a bit too clumsy for any real dancing. Either way he was impressed. It takes a hell of a dedication and talent to be a professional dancer. And she was a cook too? He'd already begun planning their wedding.


"Oh I'm not that great. Its usually just me talking into a microphone. Not a whole lot of talent goes into it." He mused. Mic riding was fun, and it paid the bills, but he'd never really gotten the big break he wanted for his music career. Still, he was very impressed with Dixie. "I think I'd like to see you dance sometime though. eh.. once were out of this box that is."


No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't not picture her small tattooed body sliding and swimming around a dance floor in skin tight... anything. Whew. He'd have to hold onto that mental image. It'd help remind him of the good things that exist on the outside world.


"So any family Dix?"

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

Dixie chuckled quietly, a pink hue going to those tan cheeks in a flattered manner. He really was too sweet. "Even so, your job sounds so exciting, I'd love to be at one of those parties to listen to." If they made it out maybe they would do a trade. She would dance for him and he could work his magic with her. She thought it was fairly fair of a trade.


At the mention of family m her grin faltered slightly, but she continued, "Yes I have family. My mama passed on when I was little, but my daddy took care of me and my brother as we grew up. He actually started me with dancing, letting me dance in the family's club when I was a teenager. What about you mon ami?"

 

[Bawadaboo]

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. At least you had your dad... and your brother" He'd struck a raw nerve it seemed. He need not dwell on it. It seemed odd though that a teenager would be dancing in a club, but he preferred not to draw conclusions on that sort of thing. It was none of his business unless she cared to share.


"No siblings, my parents are divorced, have been since I was 19. Guess that was the catalyst for me leaving home. I keep in touch, but we're not too close." He didn't care to think about his parents much, which is odd considering he was the one who initiated the conversation. "I don't tend to stay in one place for very long, so holding down a family connection aint easy." This was true enough. He didn't really have a constant circle of friends. He crossed state lines nearly every two months, so he didn't have time to make lasting connections. Though as e thought on it, that didn't seem like the life he wanted... especially after getting shoved in the box. If... when he made it out, he'd make sure to at least attempt to settle down.


"Alright... moving on... What were you doing when we all got sucked in here?"

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

"Wow....I'm so sorry cher." Dixie had a small pout and grabbed his hand in comfort now that she was cool again and gave it a soft squeeze. "Well...if you would accept this offer, for a while while we are stuck in here, we can be a little family to each other." She offered swelty, smiling oftly at him.


"Oh...what was I doing?" Her lips twosted up in a grin, "I was on my way to a rehearsal. I have my workout clothes on under here." To show she lifted up her small sweater and showed her tank top and her sweatpants to show tight black yogo pants. "What about you?"

 

[Bawadaboo]

"Well...if you would accept this offer, for a while while we are stuck in here, we can be a little family to each other."


He had to smile at such a sweet offer. With a nod he quietly accepted while she answered his question. On her way to rehearsal. She would be missing.. He wondered if anyone would know what happened to her. If they would think she simply went missing, or if they would know she was sent here. He wondered the same of himself. Would anyone realize he was even gone? Would they care? He shook the thoughts away. These were not things he needed to dwell on. Gotta stay positive.


"I was actually in the middle of Djing a party for a friend of mine." He answered. "It just occurred to me that everyone is probably gonna steal my gear." he grumbled. That stuff was expensive. All his music, his laptop, his turntables. A whole lot of stuff. "eh. Doesn't really matter anymore does it?" he mused.

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

"Well of course it matters!" She pouted againm giving anther tiny squeeze to his hand. "You will make it out of here and get your tings back. All of that equipment will be right back with you don't worry." She reassured him and smiled. "Besidesm I still want to see you Deejay and I want to dance for you. We have to kick butt and make it out of here so we can keep those ppans right mon ami?"

 

[Bawadaboo]

He smiled at her retort of his uneasiness, though it was completely unnecessary. She was mistaken. He threw his hands up in defense. "Oh you misunderstand me Dix. I didn't mean I wouldn't make it out of here. I was only saying I'd probably abandon the whole 'travelling Dj' thing once I got out." He took her hands in his again.


"Look cher, I'm in this for the long haul." he shrugged. "And I think that once we get out of here I'm gonna change a lot of things." He looked over his shoulder. It seemed everything was calming down again. Which usually meant something else exciting was about to go down. On one hand, he'd love nothing more than to sit here and talk to Dix, but on the other hand he really wanted things to get moving. The longer they waited, the harder it would be to keep spirits up.

 

[Egyptiankitten2113]

"Ah..." A pink hue settled on her cheeks at the misunderstanding she'd had, and her head bowed low for a moment to hide that hue until it finally slipped away. She continued listening to him, and she agreed with everything he had said.


'I'm gonna change a lot of things..."





She planned to as well. For so long she had been chasing an almost impossible dream of dancing on Broadway for auditioning and becoming this world renowned dancer who caught all the breaks. But no. She was stuck in clubs and doing local appearances at weddings and bars. It really put a damper on her hope whenever she would get a call and hoped it would be an agent instead of a drunk guy who found her business card. "You make a good point there Quinn mon cher." She sighed and finally smiled sweetly at him again, " I just wish this damned thing would get started already. The sooner it starts, the sooner we can get out of here and get our lives on track."

 

[Bawadaboo]

No sooner had she responded when the entire world began to shake. Instinct pulled Quinn tight against the wall, pulling Dix with him. His first thought was that the kid had finally pulled the demon slot, but this seemed too unnaturally powerful compared to the experiences of everyone else. The others in the room were taking their own precautions, many of them shouting instructions that were lost on Quinn's worried ears. Quinn looked down to see the ground below them start to crumble and fall away. Suddenly a spiderweb of fissures darted across the floor, splitting the hard concrete into pieces. It seemed like the entire universe was exploding and all Quinn could find to do was cover Dix with his arm. His measly little arm was supposed to protect her from the falling sky...


Suddenly a bright flash erupted from the center of the room, accompanied by a heart-raking scream. A wall of fire shot across the room, colliding with a the far wall and billowing upward, licking the ceiling. It must have been the girl. The... the fire girl. She must have lost it again. She must have set the tone, because soon afterward everyone else's powers kicked off. Crystals exploded from the ground and walls, a tornado began spinning around the left corner, and sheets of ice and snow spread across the floor. Quinn looked back to Dix. 'These people are going to get us killed.' he growled to himself.


Dix was heating up again. He grabbed her arm firmly to try and calm her, but if everyone didn't get a grip the ceiling was going to come down on top of them. There was no amount of comforting that would protect them from that. A loud screeching sound echoed through the hall and the ground started shaking again... no not shaking. Moving. The floor was separating at the cracks from the earlier earthquake the pieces were spreading apart. Quinn noticed that the piece of floor they were on was sliding away from everyone else. Soon enough they were isolated, and there was no chance of getting back, save for some kind of bridge or walkway.


Was this all this stupid game had to offer? Cataclysmic earthquakes and panicky deaths? No way. It couldn't be over yet. As if on cue Quinn fell back into the space which should have been occupied by the wall. "The hell?" He rolled over onto his stomach and peered into the emptiness beyond. After weighing the options Quinn decided he much preferred the dark creepy hallway to the frenzied mosh pit of superpowers that was taking over the main room. He rolled his head to the side to peer at Dixie. "Maybe this chaos is getting to me, but this evil hallway is calling our names."