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Can't sleep. Clowns will kill me.

...Okay, I know there aren't really clowns around waiting to kill me, and that it's all in my head. Doesn't mean it's any easier to try to stop jumping at shadows.

Stupid clowns.

[locked to Harry, Murphy, Cissie, Ned, Rusty, and Tony]
Everyone okay, or are you freaking out, too?

[locked to Amanda]
Are you affected?

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"You are really inside my purple circle right now," She says, pushing tentatively at his shoulder. "Can you maybe take two steps back?"

"Maybe..." He makes no move. "Or..." He raises his hands suddenly towards her head, trying to get a secure grip on her jaw and hair.

Okay, he has officially gone from "kind of creepy but possibly benign clown" to "definitely scary psycho clown that will probably kill her in her sleep."

She shoves harder at his shoulder, aiming a kick toward his shins. "That wasn't a request. Back off."

"Am I scaring you? Is it the scars?"

He stops trying to reach for her, tilting his head sharply. "Shall I tell you how I got 'em?" And he grabs at her head again.

She braces herself, grimacing slightly, and grabs his wrist so he can't wrench her head around by her hair. "Actually, it's the grabby-hands. Let go of me, or I'm going to set off a round of fireworks in your face." She's already preparing the illusion--she doubts he's the type to listen to threats.

"And how are you planning to do that?" He asks, making no move backwards.

Considering the invisibility, she might have the skills, but if she sets them off in his face, she'll be setting them off in her own, and he doubts she really wants that pretty face ruined.

Molly wishes more than almost anything that she'd thought enough to bring her wands. She'd love more than anything to throw the one-woman rave into this joker's face, but without the wands she doesn't have the focus to pull it off. She'll just have to make do with carrying out her threat.

She's probably going to have a massive headache later, but she hopes she can give the clown one, too. She snaps the fingers of the hand that's not holding his wrist in front of his face, and with a word, sets off a round of fireworks between their faces.

It's an illusion, so it doesn't actually hurt either of them, but the light flashes, and the sound is deafening. She uses the distraction to shove him back--hard.

And he shouts, stumbling backwards, raising his hands to his head to shield his eyes and ears from the flash and noise. His shouts turn into manic sort of laughter, half shock and half glee at the fact that she actually carried through with the threat.

It takes a while for the lack of actual heat and pain to register, but by that time he's collapsed against the far wall, lights still blooming in his vision and his ears ringing loudly.

"Now that," he says, louder than necessary, to compensate for the deafness in his ears. "That is some trick."

"Happy to oblige," Molly mutters. She's already halfway down the stairs, and pulling on a veil so that he can't find her again. Her head feels like it's splitting from the bang and the flash of light, and that fact that he's laughing about it is just... completely insane.

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