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Meanwhile, as Bryan and Lucas became completely irrelevant, the two of them were somehow, magically back in the hotel, and each went to sleep in their respective places while Saxima tried to focus on Sophie and this lake thing that's probably going to end in hellfire.

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⌠ DAY 3 │ 4/5 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ MARCH 16TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ FESTIVAL > INN ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ TIRED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ — ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
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Quentin had decided to turn in early that night, there had been nothing for him at the festival, even if he had originally been determined. For some reason, he had been so tired, but it was probably because of all that walking, and the constant stressing on the yacht from earlier. He was glad that part was over, but they still had to ride it away when they left Bentley.

A few of the others decided that they were going to stay at the festival, and Sophie was among them. It seemed Lucas was coming back to the inn as well, and he wondered why that was, but he didn't like that she would be staying behind, especially since she seemed to stand out. Well, all of them did, but since he saw her as different from the rest, she stuck out more than the others. Quentin knew that if he tried to persuade her, she would just shoot him out of the sky, and he would be left feeling inadequate like he sometimes felt with her.

She'll be alright. he told himself uncharacteristically, and then almost talked himself into going back.

After forcing himself into a shower, he climbed into bed and fell into a restless sleep.

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⎝ DAY 3┊4/5 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 16TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊FESTIVAL • FERRIS WHEEL ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊ANNOYED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ — ⎞​

Bryan had easily felt the vibe that Julius was giving off about watching his steps. Even if he felt like drawing a few screams out, he did know how to control himself. It was a little insulting that Julius thought otherwise. Then again, if he was Julius, he might doubt himself, too. For the meantime, he would stick to the other's side and observe.

As far as investigating was going, well . . . It wasn't. That irritated him. Not to mention, people kept offering him candy. Isn't that the most shady fucking thing to do? Being offered candy . . . He wondered why they tried so hard to press it on him, and even wanted to watch him eat it. He decided, whenever they went off to see Patrick ( Bryan wanted to see him soon ) that it was one of the things he would ask about. If he didn't get a deliberate answer . . . Ahh, I should be more patient.

"Yeah, yeah . . ." he said in reply to Julius, although he really did mean it.

Tucker began to talk, and Bryan was immediately paying attention. ". . . something was going on in the inn before you guys all came." Right, Tucker had been there before all of them. What sort of going on? Bryan wanted to ask him then and there, hardly being able to contain himself. Maria got to the question before he could, and then Erik suggested that they all find someplace more private to talk, and so Bryan began to scout around a bit.

When Maria suggested the Ferris Wheel, Bryan looked skeptically at her and it. The high-ride would give them privacy, but at what cost? He had some bad feeling it would jam while they were at the top, or even come off of it's spool and it would roll away, crushing them. Still she made a good argument, and the group naturally started moving towards the ride.

He briefly wondered where they others were. Julius would completely beat himself up about them suddenly disappearing, or go even more ballistic than Bryan himself would. He wasn't sure if he would stop him, were that the case. He might even join him. A good thrashing every now and then was good for the nerves.

Eventually, their group of five reached the ride and were welcomed on there. He eyed the carriages suspiciously, but they piled into the car where Maria sat next to Tucker, and then he was wedged between Julius and Erik. Well then. He didn't know if he was annoyed by this, or what.

Slowly, the Ferris Wheel came to life and Bryan had the strong notion to cling onto something, but he figured it would be weird for him to latch onto both Erik and Julius so he shoved his hands in his pockets and wished for a smoke.

"Alright Tucker, so what's up?" he prompted, almost grupily.

I feel like this chart was made to mock me. • n •​

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⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 3/5 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 16TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ FESTIVAL ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CAUTIOUS ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.1% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠

❝ＡＷＦＵＬＬＹ ＳＵＳＰＩＣＩＯＵＳ！！❞​

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Bentley was just as sickeningly sweet as she remembered. This was the scent and scene that haunted some of her worst nightmares over the last two years. Fortunately, she had Lucas with her this time around, and was able to be aware. Another plus was that she was rooming with Pierce, which she had over Oliver, even if she thought he might have felt so strong about the other girl. That thought was a hinderance because she may have been overexerting herself, adhering to the thought that he might have to physically remove him from the picture — or something to that effect.

Even though she had told Pierce that she would explain what the girl had seen in the train car, Sophie wasn't so sure she wanted to anymore. Even if it did complicate things between the two of them, it went even more far into the small, almost nonexistent relationship between Pierce and Oliver, which was pleasing.

It seemed like they had been walking so much today, but Sophie didn't feel so bad about it because she had a lengthy and surprisingly relaxing nap on the yacht; it was probably only because Lucas had been playing with her hair and loosened her up. She was still tired from all the pain, but it was better now that the wounds and cuts were a few days old. Still, as soon as they came back home ( if they ever came back home ), Sophie knew to be prepared for more.

❝This festival sounds extremely risky.❞ she murmured to Lucas as they stood among the crowd of people. Everyone around them seemed so chatty and bright, and while Sophie enjoyed the vivid colors and the sounds of children being delighted, there was a part of her that was completely nervous and on guard.

❝Nico,❞ Lucas began, pulling her aside, and then he bent over to whisper in her ear, ❝We stand out.❞

Sophie was slightly confused by this. ❝I suppose I see what you mean. Elaborate?❞

❝Your eyes, they're different from the native residents'. Most of them, anyway. They may act . . . different towards anyone they think or know is different. You should be careful.❞ He motioned to her bag.

With this statement, Sophie did a quick sweep of the area and looked from eye to eye. How odd; everyone around them had green eyes. She had to admit that it was a pretty eye color, but that was awfully suspicious, and she narrowed her own, pale eyes. If she wanted to, she could pass for blind, but playing that ploy the entire night sounded unpleasant and tiring, and Lucas would have to chaperon her everywhere.

From her bag, she pulled out a pair of sunglasses and subtly slipped them on, reminding herself to only take them off when there weren't many natives around. She looked up at Lucas and he nodded; she felt a little exasperated that he was having her do this, but as long as she had him watching over her, he wouldn't waver. What a good little puppy he was. At least the sun was still up, although it was close to setting over the horizon beautifully; they wouldn't look out of place.

Somehow, she found herself in between a distant Oliver and Pierce, and then looked at the both of them, inspecting the situation. She could take either where she wanted to go, even if he might not comply. ❝This is nice,❞ she said with a volume that both could hear, ❝What do you think?❞ Although the question was actually directed at both of them, she wondered if they would become confused.

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⎝ DAY 3┊3/5 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 16TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊FESTIVAL • PUPPET SHOW ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊ANNOYED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ — ⎞​

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Bryan had openly flinched when Maria clumsily walked into his back, and he almost spun around to grip her shoulders tightly and glare at her, but he was still too taken aback by Tucker being around to make much of a move. A familiar accented voice dragged him away from his thoughts.

"Welcome back, freeloaders." Ahh, it was that lady from the last time. Seeing her was somehow refreshing and he remembered being fond of her the last time around, even if her attitude had been a less than grand. "I see some new faces . . . and notice a few missing ones." Her expression seemed different, somehow. Normally, Bryan thought Cane was all hostilities, but she almost seemed . . . worried?, or something, and that bothered him.

"WELL? What're you waitin' on? I've better things to do if yer just going to stand around!" Cane then proceeded to chuck a pen at Shane, hitting him square on the forehead, and then Bryan violently choked back a laugh, quickly moving to the side to cough into his fist. After calming down, he looked over his shoulder and saw Zoey moving closer to Julius; his eyes narrowed.

Erik handled the pen-throwing situation better than he did by actually checking on Shane, and then explaining their position defiantly to Cane, causing Bryan to roll his eyes. Still, at least he had set up their rooms.

"We didn't mean to be impolite!" Bryan turned a sharp and piercing look on Zoey, wishing she would shut up.

Tucker cleared his throat and Bryan looked his way, "I got a double bed room thing uh, I don't mind sharing if you guys need it." He thought about it; honestly, he wouldn't mind sharing a room with Tucker, but it was convenient and safer to be with Julius. The thoughts left him feeling annoyingly conflicted.

Cane was squeezing Erik's cheeks and making him look like a fish, and Bryan burst out into a bit of a laughing fit, trying not to be too obvious as he bent over the counter, half-dying with coughs. Ahh, this was really too much for him. He wondered if Noëlle had liked her, too. After the little episode, she brought out a box of what was probably room keys and slammed it on the table.

"I'd make you sleep outside if I really had no decency . . . at least one of you has some respect,"

Then they had to start grouping off, two to a room this time around. He glanced at the others, and then at Julius. He was the obvious choice to share a room with; no one else was really alright with Bryan. He grabbed one of the keys and showed it to Julius, "I guess we're roommates," he murmured, not really leaving much room for argument. Since there were rooms of four, again, he looked to Maria and Erik for their compliance.

With that settled, Bryan set off in the direction of the room and once there, set his things down by the bed and headed for the restroom. He padded his pockets for his knife and then brought it out, flicking it open. He set it down on the sink and then removing his shirt, he gazed at his torso . . . which may or may not have been carved by a god's hands ( herka ).

The infirmary would be a good place to start, he thought to himself. I wonder if they would talk any about the candy. If the candy was 'famous', then the residents of Bentley would have comments on it, right? He brought up the butterfly knife against his tanned skin, but then blinked. He should probably wait.

Since they had all arrived, not much information had been gathered, but Cane, bless her, had directed them to Patrick, who, for some reason, Bryan thought would be a good person to see for questions, since his wife was down for the count. He had a feeling her death had something to do with the shadiness of Bentley.

Meanwhile, for some reason, they had decided a festival sounded like a good idea. News flash, it wasn't They weren't in this godforsaken place to have fun — was that even possible here? He couldn't help but feel like some crazy shit was going to go down there. Jesus Christ, this life.

Still, the colorful streets and bright conversation was . . . almost nice. Mostly discouraging and a little unnerving, but kind of nice. Bright-faced children and adults were all around, engaging one and other with smiles that Bryan faltered at. It reminded him of the fact that he hadn't genuinely smiled in what felt like a long time . . . Noëlle might have liked this, he decided. The thought made him want to pull to the side and have a smoke.

Huh, they all have green eyes. he thought to himself after they all walked around for a little while. He had been trying to find brown or blue, but it was without success and Bryan wondered what the deal was, poking at his own cheek near his eyes. Were they all inbred? Hahaha, if he had been actually born in Bentley — what a laugh!

"I wonder what the festival is for," he asked aloud. Maybe they're celebrating a successful genocide or sacrifice.

With his hands in his pockets, finding comfort in his knife, he walked over to a stand with a puppet show happening that a group of children were excitedly gathered around. Green eyes, the lot of them. Weird. He watched the show, feeling a little nostalgia at the sight. When he and Noëlle were little, their parents had taken them to see a large-scale one . . .

Ahh.

THE OFFICIAL BENTLEY INN ROOM ROSTER​

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Erik, Maria, Bryan, Julius
Torvald, Evan, Lucas, Ryder
Sasha, Pierce, Sophie, Dakota
Dennis, Shane, Zoey, Estelle
Freddie, Oliver, Quentin, Tucker​

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Meanwhile, while Saxima is crazily busy with other things, Hay Sun felt the earth shake all around her, and this day just felt like it was getting worse and worse. Although a little behind on life because she was so tired, she had quickly grabbed all of her things and tried to find her way out of the hell hole that was becoming the hotel. It was just one damned thing after another, wasn't it?

Ah, this life.

Quickly, stumbling out of the room, she searched for the vividly colored hair that would be her beacon out of the building, and then quickly rushed after it when she caught a trace. Her legs were growing numb, but she practically leaped out of the building, getting as far away as she could manage before re-grouping with Red and Cass, and then collapsing against the wall with tired breaths.

"Ah, this is hell," she complained, gripping onto the others, "Didn't ask for this . . ."

Inherit Nothing; PhemieC​

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⎝ DAY 3┊2/5 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 16TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊YACHT > DOCK ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊ANNOYED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ GETTING BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS. ⎞​

It used to be that Bryan didn't care, maybe even enjoyed, being around kids and people who were having fun, but now it just irritated him and his feelings all together. He couldn't stand that there was one voice mixing from the mix, and that they were too damned cheerful for the destination. Some of them really had no idea, did they? He almost wanted to gag.

Maybe it would be a good idea to toss some of them overboard now, which might save them from being killed later.

So far, the most annoying ( but helpful, Bryan had to begrudgingly admit ) was Torvald. He was loud, and . . . What the hell was with that shark suit he was wearing? That black-haired girl, Estelle, was also annoying, and made Bryan want to cut out her tongue. They were all acting like a bunch of grade-schoolers, which irked him to no end. When Julius returned the loudness with more loudness, Bryan cringed and internally sighed.

When Torvald started shooting off his curiosities, Bryan mentally answered each of them with cool recollection. He glanced over at Maria, who seemed to be regarding Torvald with almost as much disdain as himself. They never did get along, did they?

Off on the horizon, Bryan saw the dock coming up while Julius began to explain their previous relationship with Bentley. As the sentences and details passed by, he recalled all of them vividly. Their whole stay had been uncomfortable, he realized, and on second though, Noëlle had been on edge there, a lot of the time. How did all of this pass him before? He clenched his fist.

There was a point where Sophie had somehow become present, and it was just before they were docking. "The Dreamers' shop had a third floor that was off-limits, and was gated away from the rest of the store. I can only imagine that perhaps something less-than-savory was going on, and since we found out that the candy they produce is highly addictive . . ."

Ah, he could see what she meant. He hadn't gone up there himself, but with those two points together, he wondered what kind of chemicals they churned out.

"That's worth checking out," he mentioned in a low tone to Julius.

Soon the boat was docked and Bryan was making his way through it to get everyone out, making sure his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Most of them were stepping of the yacht, and he looked around for anyone who might receive them. If not, they would start in the direction of the inn from before.

The group stood around for a little while ( all of them were off the yacht now ), but no one came and Bryan was getting a little irritated. Eventually, he let out a heavy sigh and motioned for the group to follow. He had visually memorized his way to the inn after imagining how this situation would go many times. They were finally here, back in the place where it might have all started.

Without thinking about it, he cracked a bit of a grin.

They found there way to the inn without much trouble, and then walked into it as a group. There, in the lobby was a familiar face. "Tucker," Bryan unconsciously blurted out, surprised to see the other. He didn't even think . . . Ah, never mind.

Ah, I realize I haven't left a comment yet.​

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I'm really glad KHVC is back, and I will endeavor to be better with my timing/scheduling. The video and chorus here was really great, and visually stunning, and everyone did a great job! Looking forward to working with everyone again. ♥​

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⌠ DAY 3 │ 1/5 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ MARCH 16TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ WHITTLEROSE ⌡
⌠ MOOD │ DISTRACTED ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ . . . ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡
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Truth be told, he wasn't sure what it was that compelled him to come along on what he thought might be a suicidal trip. Even though it had been three years, and he had gone through loads of therapy, maybe he wasn't completely over it. And then there was the fact that the people involved in those times ( and then some ) were dropping like flies. It was scary.

Maybe, if he thought about it, he did know why he came; Noëlle's disappearance and apparent death hadn't sit well with him. They weren't exactly the closest, but he had felt a lot for her, and had been — was distraught over the loss of her.

He, and pretty much everyone else, didn't know the circumstances of the deaths, only what the press told them. Quentin didn't like the media, and felt like it wasn't true — she couldn't be dead. Last time around, he definitely knew that there was something up with Bentley and he didn't like it; there was also the drunk man named David who almost killed all of them, before being killed himself.

Quentin blinked away the memory.

He was determined to find out the truth.

In the meantime, he was still trying to grasp being on this boat. Ever since the first ferry incident . . . It just amped up his fear of water. Thankfully, Sophie teased him into being comfortable, and he was grateful that she stayed by his side even if it was only for a little while.

There was something wrong with her, he thought. She looked more pale than she usually did and sometimes she would move and wince like she was in pain. It had him worried.

Drowning is not on my to-do list. He hoped Julius was more than capable to driving this thing. Everyone that had been involved before was tense, he noticed, and the others were probably picking up on that.

He laid his head down on the table and groaned to himself. Still, at least he had gotten his vials of questionable content. Without Noëlle, though . . . They almost felt useless.

Ahhh, I'm really tired.

Low blow.

Meanwhile, in the accounting section . . .​

you r saint

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i dont even fucking know​

i think that benny's reaction suits all of us rather well​

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