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Who: Marian and Caleb
When: Morning
Where: Tournament Grounds

She’d spent the night in the castle like he told her, but it wasn’t exactly any better inside, what with wolves and birds and rabid chipmunks or something storming the banquet hall, but things had eventually calmed enough that there was something other to do than be scared. She’d set to work the moment someone would let her, helping with the hurt, the wounded, trying to get them what they needed. All the while she’d asked questions, listened to stories, picked up bits and pieces of information here and there. A witch had attacked they said. That the animals rampaging was her fault. It sounded ridiculous, but at the same time, what Marian had seen wasn’t normal.

All the while she watched the door for him. She assumed he’d be next. He’d said he would come back, he’d all but promised, but again and again he wasn’t there. She waited until dawn, barely sleeping, but as the others started to leave, started to find safety outside, to pull the tournament back together, Marian went with them. Her dress was stained with blood, none of it hers, but there nonetheless from helping out, her arms flaking a little bit of dried blood here and there as well. She hadn’t slept which meant dark circles under her eyes and her hair far more wild than it had been the night before. She looked a mess, but she had one goal, searching through the people for him, determined to find him.

( Well, Don Draper was a grade A asshole )

Who: Marian, Caleb, and Alyssa
Where: The campgrounds
When: morning

The first thing that Marian noticed when she woke up was that she was delightfully and comfortably warm. The kind of warm that came with being curled up close to someone else and as she shifted she realized that yes, she was. It should have alarmed her, but she thought nothing of it as she snuggled closer, arm around the stomach of whoever was in bed with her. Her first thought was Ellis, but that passed as she woke up more. No, not him. That wasn’t right. She’d remember more of that. Sleep was slipping away and the euphoria was going with it as Marian’s eyes were blinking more, taking in the bare shoulder she had her head rested against and more than that the long hair of the woman curled on his other side. She blinked a few more times, pushing up more as the blanket draped across her fell down and she realized she wasn’t wearing nearly enough clothes to be in bed with strangers. Because that’s what they were, strangers. “Oh my god.” It came out louder than it should have, her surroundings beyond needing to pull up the blanket to cover herself and the two people with her, the only thing she could really register.

( this is not where I fell asleep )

Who: Caleb and Lindsey
When: Evening
Where: Stairwell and hall

Lindsey waited a good long time after Christer left before she left the fort. Slowly she uncurled herself and stripped herself of the over the top clothes. She donned a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, skipping the steel toed boots for cheap canvas sneakers. She didn’t want to be by herself. She felt down. There were no kitten ears when she left her room. She took herself down the hall to the stairwell, foregoing the elevators to simply plod down the stairs. She was focused on her own feet and ignoring everything around her.

Caleb was just about to head upstairs again to knock on Lindsey's door for the second time that day. He took the stairs because he was aware that if they were stuck here for a while, taking the stairs was going to be good for exercise in the enclosed space. That and he wasn't sure he trusted an elevator that looked like it had been built over eighty years ago. When he glanced up the stairs, he saw the girl in question. “Lindsey,” he greeted.

( Read more... )

Who: Harlow and Caleb
Where: her room/the bar
When: after this

Harlow had seen that letter that their new overlords had sent and she was none too pleased with it, so in true fashion Harlow decided they could all suck it and remained seated in her stupid room instead. She did not want to be here. She did not want to be closed inside four walls. If she had wanted that, she would have found a way to do that back home in Germany, but very obviously she didn’t want to if she choose to stay outside as much as she did.

Fuming, she sat down on the floor with her back to the bed and opened up her dufflebag to pull out a butterfly knife and immediately start flicking it open and shut, open and shut, open and shut while she plotted on a way to get the hell out of this place once and for all.

Caleb walked through the front door, but certainly didn't end up on the sidewalk like he wanted to. He walked out of what he saw was a closet in...an occupied room, as he was already speaking. “Lindsey?” he asked but as he laid eyes on the woman sitting on the floor with a knife, he was guessing Lindsey was elsewhere, eaten by the hotel. Apparently, for the second time that day. Well, shit.
( sociopathic? )

Who: Caleb and Lindsey
Where: The Throne Room
When: Morningish

Lindsey had had the whole “this is really bizarre what the fuck and why and all that shit” moment or hour, maybe? She’d come awake with a start, a little drool on her cheek, and looked around for one brief moment before jumping to her feet. Her eyes went wide and she did circles in place to take everything in, panicking because she was so sure she’d been roofied.

“Piss, fuck, shit,” she groaned and tried to figure out if she was achey in any wrong places. Deciding, after a few more moments of utter panic, that she was okay and just in a weird place, she tried the door. She saw the note on the table beside the door, which thankfully opened, and groaned again. “Oh what the hell is this? I can’t even afford this.” The door led out of her room to a hall with a lot of other doors. And down the stairs and to a nice large hall where she realized yet again how much she really couldn’t afford this. There was the door and she firmly pushed it open, getting the fuck out of dodge. She sailed through it only to find herself in a bar.

“Yeah. That was sort of anti-climactic,” she grumbled and looked around. Only then did she realize she was in her nightgown. Her nice nightgown. The one she was saving for a Victoria’s Secret moment. “Well at least I’m not overdressed,” she said.
( or not so much. )