With all skitzo-ed out for the forseeable future Alice really has no choice but to take him where he can do the least damage.

He hadnt told her about the place.. even if it was her who purchased the land. In the lexus he will punch a number in the gps and just tell her to drive. When they leave the city proper he will start to calm, as if the visions and voices are subsiding a bit.

This also means he will start cutting up a line on the dashboard, muttering to someone or something he seems to see in the mirror every now and then.

She drives like a maniac to get to the house in the mountains and of course, in no time they arrive. Surely by this time, he has already shoved two or three lines up his nose. She parks in the driveway and turns to look at him. You can tell from the furrowed brow and pursed lips she's just dying to scream at him. She growls and opens the door, kicking it open. The door hinges creak and whine. She slams the door shut and storms up the walk way. If he wasn't a raving lunatic, she'd tear him a new one. She tries to enter the house, but the door is locked and Gand more then likely has the keys. She comtemplates kicking the door in, but instead marches down the walkway to Gand.
"I need you to open the door," she says as she taps her foot impatiently.

'You need me to do a lot of things baby.'

Gand slurs, slinging an arm around Alice and trying his best to kiss her.

Hes strung out not on two, not three, but four and a half lines of the trippy peruvian powder Alice didnt think he could find...
The keys jingle in his hand, but he tries to keep them nehind his back...

She sighs and kisses him lightly.
"Oh geez, you are fucked up," she says a leans forward, using her femininity to her advantage hopefully. Her shirt falls forward and we all know the valley Gand's eyes will travel. If he's distracted by bare jigglies, she will try to snatch the keys.

For an agent of change, a willworker who can reshape reality, Gand is very predictable when it comes to bare jigglies...

Alice will have the keys no problem.

She laughs and jiggles them in her hand.
"You are so predictable baby," she purrs, her anger dispated by her recent victory. Competitive little thing. She smiles and walks up the steps some, if bare jiggles work the promise of more might lure him into the house. She wiggles her butt and winks at him over her shoulder playfully before she darts up the front stairs giggling girlishly. She'll unlock the door and go ahead on in.

(Tell me what she see sweetie)

The house Gand had built in the mountains is an ultramodern design. The place seems to be built entirely of stainless steel and glass. It sits atop a small hill, surrounded by tall and shady trees. It is two stories tall with outer walls made from a thick glass. The upper floor is tinted but the bottom allows you to look clear through and never miss a thing outside.

The long driveway is dirt, but ends in a small paved lot in front of the house. Stairs crawl up the thirty foot hill to the houses main door. The only part not made from glass or steel.
The bottom floor contains a uniformly steel kitchen, a large parlor with plush furniture and a black fireplace against the glass wall.

The upper levels contain one large master bedroom and an equally expansive bathroom with a tub fit for 12 and a shower that could serve as a tennis court.

Gand will follow, precariously, up the stairs. Looking out at the swaying trees. They are alone for miles and miles... yet he still asks.

'What was that?'

"Was my heart going pitter pat," she says to him, sweetly kissing him on the cheek. She looks over the place, obviously pleased with her surroudings. She couldn't have imagined a more suitable vacation home, though it could use some pink. 'Ah yes, leave it to a woman not to leave well enough alone,' She thinks to herself. Amused by her own musings, she laughs and begins to wonder if Gand's recent...deranged behavior hasn't rubbed off on her some how.
Now, to deal with her crazy man. She notes the dangers immediately, knives, a fire place...matches. She turns in place and looks to Gand, maybe if she keeps him busy, he won't have time to hurt himself or his imaginary friends he likes to talk to.
"Lets play a game," she says. Cue jigsaw flashaback now.  

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Whatever he heard or saw is immediately fogotten.

'Lets play, Alice take your clothes off.'

He suggests, wandering into the house and heading straight for the bar. With two quick snaps of his finger the fireplace roars to life. Probably one of those gas power jobs cued to a sound.

Either that or gand the Great is back to setting up tricks again...

She raises a brow and follow him to the bar.
"Even insane you are all about taking some clothes off," she glances at the fire and then to the bar. She leans over it pouring him a large shot of gin and placing it before him.
"You wanna tell me about whate happened down there?"

'What do you mean insane?'

Gand sounds mildly insulted as he slips onto a seat at the small bar and downs about half the gin. He will make a dismissive wave at her question, he never likes explaining his odder buisness to her.

'We solved a major problem, i think.'

"Fine," she says with a roll of her eyes. "Well, whatever happened to you made you see things that weren't there. Just keep that in mind."
She slides off her barstool and goes about exploring her  new habitat.

Gand just looks at Alice like shes crazy or fucking with him and finishes the gin while looking out into the woods.

At least he seems calm and mostly lucid for now.

The house is outfitted in the usual Gand fashion. Oversized couches, dark wood, leather and of course. Fur.

There is a friggen polar bear stretched out in front of the fire.

She looks at the poor polar bear and curls her lip.
"Where did you find this ratty thing? Is it like the Addams family bearskin rug? Will it growl and bite?" She asks as she tentatively touches the bear's nose with the spike of her heel.

Gand grins and stands, puffing up proudly.

'I shot that motherfucker just for this place. Got her cub too, but hes at the foot of the bed upstairs. Seemed kinda cruel to seperate them, ya know?'

He smiles fondly, that really was the highlight of his Alaskan vacation... adding to the endangered species list.

The look Gand recieves, if looks could kill, he would be a pile of ashes.
"You did WHAT!?" she seems genuinely shocked and most of all disturbed. She furrows her brows and shakes her head, she throws her arms up in the air, mostly out of sheer exasperation. She snatches up her purse and storms toward the nearest exit.
"Damned if I'll spend another minute in this...." she mutters as she heads toward the door.

Gand laughs. Which wont help the situation... He turns away to pour himself another drink and calls over his shoulder as she heads out the door.

'I thought you liked animals?!'

She stops dead in her tracks. She could spin around and assault him with a volley of why killing a mother and cub, thenm stuffing them for sheer decoration is just WRONG! She could then lay into him about how they are an endangered and noble species, they are dying off and they don't need his help. But she knew he wouldn't hear a word of it and just stare at her tits the whole time.
Instead, she just ignores him completely and jerks the door wide open. The door makes a loud thud against the nearest wall. She storms out, leaving the door to drift shut when it does. But, she stops halfway down the steps. She searches in her purse and finds the keys she stole from Gand. She smiles and jogs back up the walk way. She smiles to Gand and waves bye-vye as she shuts the door and locks it. Effectively locking him in a giant fishbowl.  

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'Hey lets be gentle to the glass house!' He yells when she throws the door open. He doesnt realize what shes doing until its far too late. He drops his drink on teh floor and sprints to the door, pounding on it and yelling.

'What the fuck! You cant fishbowl me like this! Do not get in my car!'

Not that she'll listen, but he sounds pretty pathetic yelling through the muffling glass and heavy wood door he has no chance of getting open...

She smiles as she saunters over to his car.
"Thanks for the ride baby!" she calls up to him. "Oh, and have fun being isolated with your demons."
She blows him a kiss before opening the car door.
"Oh, and I love you baby!" She gets in the car, starts it up and p[eels out. The shriekl of the tires well heard through the glass house.