Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Crim grinned and clasped her hands behind her back*

Okies! Well, I still gotta call the cleaner, and then we can head over to that Shadow Nova Bar to retrieve the car, no?

*Crim jumped up and down with an ecstatic "Yay!" as she hopped up to the rafters in the common and then back down again in a show of hyperness*

Okies! Me wait, me wait!

*EDIT: After hopping around a bit more, Crim pulled out her cell phone, cleared her throat, and called the cleaner while she was waiting for Oxy to get dressed. After a few rings, Crim heard a smooth and slightly annoyed voice respond on the other line in a harsh "Whaddya want now?". Grinning on her side of the phone, Crim spoke to the man in a low and threatening voice that didn't quite match her expression*

What do I want? I wanted a job well done. I wanted you to get rid of all the evidence of that last target like a good cleaner would've done. I wanted my money to have been spent wisely. However, due to circumstances, whether they be fortunate or otherwise, I want the car keys off that guy that you "cleaned" for me.....yep...good..................yeayea.......fine, whatever, my point is, you get your a** over to that same bar as before or else I'll be needing to call a cleaner to dispose of your sorry carcass. Capisce?....Good boy. See you in a bit, night.

*Clicking off her phone, Crim pocketed it once again and began skipping about the common. Acting in such a bad mood was always more of a chore than anything. Ah, another one of those necessary evils, one could suppose it was.*

Tika quickly moved to the attic, changing into a thick sweater, leather trousers and some long, thick woolly socks. He put on his boots, gloves and a small waterproof coat, then quickly wandered back downstairs.

"Y'all ready to go then? Err.. You know what kind of car it was?"

He nodded an affirmation, apparently already having followed Crim from the common through the mansion to the front door.
Once outside, he instantly raised himself into the air telekinetically, debating in his mind whether to sprout wings or not. Ig he did, he would tire out his muscles, if he flew telepathically, he would tire his mind.
Figuring he might need his telepathy should anything untoward happen, large leathery wings began to emerge from his back, forming through his clothing, and even utilising some of the molecules.

He beat his new wings a few times so that they could take over from his mind, then searched for a thermal with slight enhancement to his eyes so he could view the upper level of the infra-red spectrum ((thermal imaging)).
It appeared as just a tiny difference to the rest of the air around him, but it was enough to push him up as he moved towards it and his wings caught the warm air.

*Jumped down from the roof and went over to a tree. She jumped up into the tree and set on one of the branches leaning back against the tree.*

*Mark had wandered back in through the kitchen and left to the common room, a little before Crim and Tika had left. He wasn't sure if natural transformations would be considered magic in any way, but he wanted to be a careful as possible. His skin crawled having sensed the full moon glowing over Gaia and the Mansion. Mark sat away from the windows and closed the blinds and curtains with his mind. He just sat down on a couch and watched the little tv he could before he had fallen asleep.*

A '04 Eclipse Spyder, black in colour, pulled up to the gates. It came to a halt while the gates opened, then stalled just before it was about to drive through.
Hurling another series about automatic gearboxes at the dash, Tika started the car again, and moved it through the gates. He drove the vehicle into the garage, then stopped the engine with a loathing expression.
He turned to Crim, in the passenger ********' automatics..."

A large Harley Davidson throttled up the gates. Harlequin gunned the motor then stopped it. He climbed off his bike and looked through the gates to the mansion with a grin.