Who: Marlowe, Domino, Torziel, and a little bit of Brian
Where: Brian's house
When: Mid-morning

There were two reasons Torziel was not in Brian's bedroom that night. First, that big, obnoxious cougar-boy. Second, the fact that Brian was backlashing and the demon-cat hadn't wanted to be in the same bed as a feverish, very wet willworker.

So, instead, he was out on the couch. With Marlowe. At least she was suitably fire-ish, even if she was lacking in brimstone. He'd settled across her stomach sometime during the night, and had been perfectly content to sleep there until she woke up or someone moved him.

Marlowe had a rough start falling a sleep, but once she was able to reach that stage, the elemental seemed to sleep peacefully for the few hours she was able to. As the day moved into the later hours of morning, Marlowe started stirring. The feeling of a slight weight on her stomach, which wasn't in any way comfortable due to her injuries, had the red head's eyes fluttering open to slits, and then snapping open when she was able to focus on the creature curled up on her belly. A cat? "Brian." Instinct had her calling out hoarsely for him while trying to nudge the damned thing off her. Surely the thing hadn't been laying on her stomach for any stretch of time, he had to have just jumped up and curled up there a short minute or so ago, cause she wasn't having any reaction to the thing yet, that didn't mean the stuffiness, and blotching of her skin was going to start real soon.

Torziel opened one golden eye at the prodding, but one of the nice things about being a very large-sized housecat was that he was difficult to move if he didn't want to move. All he did was shifted a little, stretch a little without actually getting up or moving much, and then settle down again with his big, furry paws across Marlowe's chest. The look he gave her read fairly clearly: I'm not going anywhere, girlie, so best be getting used to it.

"Shoo." She tried nudging the thing off again, since Torziel was on top of the blanket covering her and Marlowe still stretched out beneath it, she wanted to keep things that way until the cat was floor bound. The less actually physical contact she had with the creature, the better she things would be. "Brian!" Her hoarse voice lifting a few decibels more in hopes that it would reach the man's ears.

Domino snuck out of Brian's bedroom, in a pair of sweats and a wife beater. He'd left the willworker on the bed with a few strategically placed fans around him in the hopes to dry the water the moment it hit him (or at least blow it away). He was trying to sneak into the kitchen, but when he heard Marlowe's hoarse call he knew there was no point. "Hey Marlowe, Brian's-" He started to say as he approached the couch.

The cat on her stomach, Marlowe with her allergies... probably not a good thing. "Hey Torziel, move before the poor girl starts sneezing all over you." Dom told the non-cat, emphasizing the 'sneezing' for effect.

Torziel merely flipped his tail and closed his one open eye again in response. He'd been here all morning and had yet to be sneezed upon. Given he was even less of a cat than Domino was, he doubted there would be any sneezing, either.

He was just going to leave the cat in its current position on her stomach? Marlowe was too sore and still in a semi tired state, and definitely in no mood to deal with a cat that could possibly send her to the hospital. "Get...it....off." She said through clenched teeth. If Domino wouldn't adhere to her request then she'd simply shout again for Brian.

Domino was prepared for a non-cat retaliation as he reached over the couch and grabbed the non-cat by the scruff of his neck. "Leave the girl be. You can take the warm couch when she's up." He hefted the, heavy cat... very heavy cat, up in the air with at least enough room that Marlowe could get free. "Move quick, I don't know how long I can hold him for, non-kitty needs to lay off the sweets."

"I'm not moving." She said stubbornly. "I'm the injured party, remember." And though she should have caught the connection, Marlowe didn't. Domino's comment about the non kitty needing to lay off the sweets just plain flew over her head. Besides, the only other place she could lay prone and be somewhat comfortable was in the sole bed in the house, but seeing as that bed belonged to Brian, the likelihood that Marlowe would be able to transfer from the couch to that specific piece of furniture was nil to zero. So until she was feeling anywhere near better the sofa was her claimed piece of territory.

Retaliation Domino was going to get. Torziel hissed, spat, and writhed, flailing around with his paws and tail in an attempt to get free. There wasn't any way Brian could ignore all this, so he finally poked his head out of the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his neck to keep his wet hair from dripping on his back. Not that it matted, as his back was dripping down onto his boxers-- which were also wet. This was the worst backlash he thought he'd ever gotten. Water. Ugh.

"Torziel, shut the h-hell up and l-leave M-marlowe alone!" he hollered.

"I slept on her all morning and she didn't have any problems!" Torziel yowled back. "She's warm!"

Dom heaved Torziel onto the back of the couch. "Come on, she had a rough night... we all did." Domino said looking down at Marlowe before over to Brian and passing him a small smile of thanks.

With the giant furball finally off her, Marlowe scooched to sit up a bit. Not that it was all that good of an idea as the scratches, cuts and other things she sustain while being held captive by the band of vampires were very much made aware of. But hearing the sound of Brian's voice had the young wanting to get a glimpse, even if it were a brief one, of her friend to get a personal look-see of just how he might be doing. She knew what he was able to do, but she never had actually witnessed any of the backlashing that came after using his willworking.

Brian tugged the towel a bit more snugly around his shoulders, feeling uncomfortable being half-naked in front of Marlowe. "Hey, Sparky. --Tor, don't even." The demon-cat had himself all gathered up to leap back down, but at Brian's snap, he jumped over her and onto the floor instead, and trotted, tail in the air, across the room to the window. "Sorry 'bout him. He's an ass, I know. He didn't get you, did he, Domino? Marlowe?"

"No. But...." Marlowe didn't get anywhere near completing her reply when it clicked. Her head snapped back to Brian's direction. Major ow. She didn't know exactly how long the little fur beast had been camped out on in stomach before she woke up, but being a CAT she should be having some sort of reaction to the thing have been in so close a proxemity to her. There had been no actual physical contact between herself and Domino, so her not sniffling and sneezing within his presence was understandable. But where the cat was concerned. Her non reaction just wasn't making any sense. It was why she snapped a glance of "what the hell?" toward Brian.

Dom looked at the small scratches at his wrist and shrugged, they weren't nearly as bad as the ones he already had and compared to those they were nothing. "I'm good." He said, taking a moment to glare at the stuck up non-cat.

Giving his hair an absent, automatic, and slightly twitchy wring out with one hand, Brian grinned lop-sidedly at Marlowe. "He's not really a cat. He's, uh, my familiar. Inherited-- believe me, I never would've picked 'im on my own. --Don't look at me like that, Tor, you wouldn't've picked me, either." That demon-cat was glaring at him as if offended.

Marlowe looked at Brian a good, long moment more, then gave a brief, curious like glance to the *non cat* before easing herself back down to stretch out full length again on the couch. She needed more rest, so any talking she may have been wanting to get to was being put off til later.

"You doing all right, Sparky?" Brian had to ask, leaning a minute on the door frame with his eyes on her. He'd already had his freakouts-- well, some of them, anyway; he probably couldn't get away with any more for a while, though he was sure he had them in him-- but Marlowe... hadn't. And she had endured far worse than he had. Though at least she wasn't sopping wet....

"Peachy." She returned in a voice that was hoarse and not much higher then a whisper. Marlowe then attempted to burrow herself a bit further into the blanket. Which was anything but comfortable, and had the young woman comtiplating taking a couple more of the pain pills she had found in Brian's medicine cabinet after they had been brought back to the house.

Domino shook his head at the two a little. "Ok you." He said directed toward Brian. "Back to bed and the fans, food's on the way." He then leaned on the back of the couch. "Marlowe, you want something to drink?"

Brian had very nearly taken a step out into the hallway-- Domino's look actually made him twitch to abort the step he'd been starting-- with a concerned sort of look to Marlowe. He didn't quite go back in yet, though, still watching-- and, for anyone paying attention, starting to steam a little again.

"Maybe a little later." She answered back. It'd been rude to not give a response, especially after all Domino had done. Brian hadn't bee the only one who had come for her. Right now, though, all she wanted to do was try and get a little more rest.

"Alright, just let me know." He said turning to the kitchen, but giving Brian a little eyeing just so he knew that -he- knew he was still in the hall. Brian wasn't -sick- sick, just backlashing, but that didn't mean he could eat just anything, Dom didn't want anything that could bring his temp back up and so considering he couldn't really cook... a sandwich had to be it.

"You need anything, Marlowe," Brian tacked on there, eyes still on her and pointedly ignoring Domino's second Look. At least for a moment. "You let me or Domino know." Because he really ought to be back shivering under those damn fans. It was getting colder in here by the second, it seemed like, which meant he was getting hotter. Again.

Neither man got a response from the red head. She was too busy causing herself great discomfort by trying to get into a comfortable enough position to get an extended little patch of sleep. And even if there were something she might need, wasn't any where in hell she was going to bother Brian with it. It looked like he was having a bad enough time of it as it was. If she found herself needing anything, she'd turn to Domino for it.

Domino busied himself in the kitchen, making Brian a simple sandwich and getting him (and himself) something to drink. He also got Marlowe a glass of milk from the fridge, she might not really need it now, but milk was good for the body, and she did sound hoarse so it might help to coat her sore throat a bit. Placing the plate of sandwiches and one of the glasses on the table in the hall he went back to fetch the other glass and placed one on the table next to Marlowe. "Just in case." He told her.

"Thank you." Marlowe said with a light, appreciative smile to Dom once he had set the glass of milk and sandwich down on the table. She didn't have anything resembling an appetite at the moment, but maybe a bit later she'd find herself wanting something to digest. Her eyes fluttered closed once more as she tried again to find the sleep she was craving.

Once the two-foots were all sleeping or ensconced out of sight, and thus out of mind... Torziel crept back into the living room and climbed stealthily back up onto the couch... and onto Marlowe.

He wanted his nice, comfy pillow back, dammit, and he was going to get it.