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Who: Chase and Kyle, Chase Kyle and Adam, Kyle and Adam
Where: Round the hotel
When: Morning

The last place that Kyle expected to be when he woke up that morning was his bed back in the hotel. It was disorientating, to say the least. For the first few moments, he had no idea where he was - only when he caught sight of the ripped pages of abandoned drawings by the side of the bed did everything come slamming back. He sat bolt up in bed, looking round the room. He was back. He wasn’t going to get lynched and burned at the stake or anything horrible like that. The relief was overwhelming - right up until the moment that it clicked in that he was alone. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on jeans and a shirt. He needed to go check on the others, make sure everyone made it back okay.

( Finding people )

Who: Chase and Justin
When: Late morning
Where: Their tent

Chase knew there was a conversation coming. He'd seen that look in Justin's eyes when he made his way to him the night before, knowing that his tiny little scheme hadn't worked as expected and he was going to hear it. He had already been thinking of ways to make it up to him, but then all hell had broken loose and they'd been focused on not dying because of rampaging wolves and birds and chipmunks of satan. The only reason Chase had made it out without major injuries was Justin, which had him lingering closer to the man the next morning, the tiny crush pushed into something bigger with the display of heroics.

( I owe you one )

Who: Justin, Chase, then Kennedy
Where: the banquet
When: evening

As much as Chase really didn't want to push Justin's attention somewhere else, he'd promised Kyle and it was matter of love versus a crush that was clearly going nowhere and even less places considering Chase wasn't usually the type to act on a crush. So when Justin seemed to have a break in his banquet action he found a space next to him with a smile, refilling his wine glass. "You looked great out there today. And definitely caught the attention of more than one lady."

( Give it a Shot )

Who: Chase and Kyle
Where: Near the arena
When: Afternoon

Chase had watched Justin's first two matches, completely pleased with how his knight was doing and trying not to focus too hard on how easy it was to slip into thinking about him as 'his'. He just had to keep that out of what he was doing with Justin and he'd be fine, but it was fun to cheer him on and now, to watch his coat of arms move up on the scoreboard. Definitely proud. He'd have to tell him later.

Kyle had stuck to his guns. He had avoided all of the rounds. Instead, he had made a deal with the blacksmith. The smith had been overworked with orders, and having seen Kyle work the day before had been happy to trade direction and training in exchange for free labour.

By the time midafternoon rolled round, Kyle was covered in soot and sweat and ravenously hungry. Deciding to take a break, he pulled off his shirt and rinsed off at the well. Rinsing out his shirt, he left it hanging round his neck as he collected some food. He was feeling really good. Working had taken his mind off of all his worries, and whilst his muscles ached, he had the deep satisfaction that came with creation - even if all he'd been doing all day was sharpening swords and repairing armour. It gave him the confidence to wander over to the scoreboards. To finally look see how Adam was doing.

( Do I know you from somewhere? )

Who: Justin and Chase
Where: The banquet
When: Evening

Chase was doing his best to play proper squire to Justin, which wasn’t really hard for him. He was used to serving and going unnoticed. That was essentially his life in a strip club as a bartender. Just had a moment alone though as Chase brought back another mug of whatever it was everyone was drinking and set it in front of him. “You seem to be holding yourself well enough. And attracting quite a bit of attention.” He nodded towards a group of women staring at Justin from a few tables away. Not that Chase blamed them. He would stare himself if he let himself do that sort of thing.

( It's not my first party )

who: Connor, Chase and Justin
where: campsite
when: morning

Chase rolled over in his sleep, one arm flinging out to his right like he normally would on the large bed he'd fallen asleep on, only to make contact with another person. That pulled him from sleep enough to realize he hadn't gone to bed with someone and no one should be that close. He hadn't even gone to bed with someone before he wound up in the hotel. That wasn't his thing really. It wasn't like he met the best of people. Between the strip club full of mafia men and the porn set where was he going to to meet someone real? Nowhere. So dating wasn't a thing that Chase did. He pulled his hand away and blinked, realizing he wasn't in bed with someone just next to them on a straw mat, in a tent. A stranger, sleeping next to him. This was loads of not good.

Connor stirred when someone made contact with him, and he opened his eyes a moment later, realizing that he had to have fallen off the bed. Because holy shit was he uncomfortable. Groaning slightly, he moved and looked around, blinking at two other dudes. Also a tent, and straw mat, and... “What the fuck?” he said aloud, voice scratchy as he rubbed at his eye. He was hoping to get the 'two dudes in a tent' out of it.

Justin stirred, going from sleeping soundly to wide awake in an instant as he heard the swearing. That was never good. Especially when he was certain he had gone to sleep alone. He sat up in what apparently passed for a bed and looked at the other two. “O….kay? Anyone have any ideas?” he asked.
( confusion )

Who: Chase and Norman
Where: The ballroom
When: late afternoon

Chase had no idea where he was. it was lovely wherever it was, but it was not where he’d gone to sleep. He was amused at how damn elegant the whole hotel was, and he’d wandered around it for a while, taking it all in, perfectly put together and feeling like he could belong in a place like this. Just so long as Antonio didn’t get his eyes on it. Then it would be some awful throwback porn set. But Chase pushed that out of his mind, wandering through the ball room, taking in the chandeliers and the sloping ceilings.

( and why are you wearing a cape )