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Who: Edison and Kennedy
Where: The Hotel (her room)
When: Morning

Edison woke up back in his bed. That was the best part. It wasn’t really his bed, but after the medieval times? The bed was a god send. For the first few minutes after waking he didn’t move. The bed was comfortable, a step above sleeping on the floor like he had be. Nothing was trying to attack him. It was calm almost. At least until the screaming started. It was distant, but he could hear it. Someone was screaming. He sat up, looking around the hotel room that looked exactly like it had when he left it. There was nothing out of order, nothing that said someone should be screaming, but he felt like he needed to look into it. Sure, he’d seen enough horror films to know that he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t stopping and the pull was too much to ignore. He changed quickly, dragging his fingers through his hair and heading into the hallway to see if the screaming was there too.

Kennedy's morning started out okay. She seemed to have slept well, and the second she realized she was back in the hotel, she showered. She still looked like shit from the animal attacks and all that, but a shower was glorious. Or, it was right up until her vision sparked and she saw blood running down the walls of the stall. She jolted and stumbled back, losing her footing. She dumped herself out of the shower entirely, landing on her ass in the bathroom. Blinking, she stared, but...yeah, no blood. Just a shower. She squeezed her eyes shut, wondered if maybe she was cracking up, then wrote it off as stupidity on her part. She got back in the shower and quickly finished up. She got herself ready for the day – which in this case included a pj outfit, because after the last few days 'lazy' was the way to go.

Walking out into the hall, she screamed, seeing blood everywhere. The floor was soaked, the walls were splattered, drips even fell from the light fixtures above her head and she quickly reached up to wipe her cheek, where she swore she even felt it drip onto her face.

( maybe it's a psychotic break )

Who: Edison and Harlow
Where: near their tents
When: evening

With Harlow down to one squire, Edison was left doing everything, which with Harlow was actually everything. He was lugging her gear, following after her as they headed back towards their tent. She was exhausting, but staying on her good side seemed imperative.
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Who: Edison and Kennedy
Where: near the tournament grounds
When: afternoon

Edison was doing his best to both keep Harlow and her violent attitude under control and ready for whatever lay ahead and keep an eye out for Bianca at the same time. He hated that the redhead had just left his side without thinking about the consequences, but there was little he could do about it. She was determined to think he was talking down to her, which was unfair considering that had been all she’d done to him and it hadn’t been his intention in the first place. He’d gotten Harlow settled with her gear and pushed towards the holding area to prep for the competition and he found himself a seat in the crowd, close enough to be of service to her if she needed him, but also well out of the fray of things.

Despite the craziness of the situation, he’d spent plenty of time the day before and this morning listening in on rumors, asking questions here and there, and taking in a good deal of information about the area they were in and the tournament itself. He was lost in his own mind at the moment, turning over the pieces for clues as to why they were there in the first place, but so far nothing was coming to him.

Kennedy was relaxing. She was off to the side of the tournament block, lying on the ground as she basked in the sun for a bit. Her head was cradled by her arms, and she was hoping no stray horses or people stepped on her. But if they did, she probably wouldn't actually care that much. Mostly, she was blanking out, just being there-but-not.
( like, Fate or no? )

Who: Bianca and Edison, then Harlow
Where: The encampment
When Morning

Bianca was pissed. This was the second day in a row she’d woken up in a strange place. She sat up on her bed of straw and looked over to see a man on the other side of the cramped space. Thank the gods she was fully clothed. She looked down at herself and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. What the fuck were these clothes? Was she traveling back in time every damned night? What would tomorrow be? A pterodactyl nest? Also? Where the hell was that crazy bitch who had made her think she was in a horror movie? If she was around somewhere, Bianca didn’t know what she was going to do but it wasn’t going to be pretty.

She stared hard at the sleeping man. Whoever he was, he was a stranger and he didn’t belong sleeping so close to her. She slapped his arm. “Hey! Hey, get out of here!” she demanded.

( with my teeth )

Who: Edison & Alyssa
When: Midday
Where: The Throne Room Bar

It was a new day and she was still in the 50s style bedroom she'd gone to sleep in the night before. When nothing happened to help her get home and nothing else of note took place other than meeting Sullivan which was definitely a highlight, she had resigned herself to the fact she had no control over the situation and would simply have to ride it out. It was tempting to let it frustrate her but that was a waste of energy. Instead she ate the breakfast on the room service tray, indulging a little in some butter on her toast and a sugar cube in her tea. She wouldn't let it tug at her and make her feel guilty either, she decided.

Then she took herself downstairs to the lovely ballroom she'd seen. She'd put on gray tights and a gray leotard and tied a soft white wrap skirt around her middle. Her white slippers weren't on her feet until she got to the ballroom and sat to tie them on. Once she was all set, she slid a CD of Tchaikovsky into her laptop and began warm ups, one hand on a rail that surrounded part of the dance floor. And promptly lost herself in dancing, cleansing her mind of the frustrations and fears surrounding being trapped in this place.

Edison had talked to Ella for a while wandering with her before splitting off and letting his own mind take him where it wanted. The music caught his attention, something he hadn't heard before, which meant he was following it, ducking into the ballroom. Seeing her there, that slowed him completely, leaning against the wall and watching. For all his knowledge on other things, he didn't know a thing about ballet beyond tights, tutus and shoes. And beautiful women apparently. So sure, most guys wouldn't care about the stories or the whatever drew women to the ballet, but he knew standing here watching her dance, that he liked this much at least.

( We are on things that make us smile. Though that salad made your list is weird. )

Who: Edison and Ella
Where: Outside his room then around the hotel
When: late morning

Edison had really enjoyed talking to Kennedy and despite the weird waking up in the hotel that didn’t make sense, things weren’t really as bad as they could be. He’d not slept much just an hour or two, passing time on his computer, reading through things to show Kennedy at a later point, things that she might deem interesting and he was awake when he heard breakfast arrive. That itself wasn’t a bad deal and he brought it in to munch on food before getting dressed and deciding to head out again. He packed his laptop, wanting to have it on hand if he happened to run into Kennedy, but his real goal was to explore the hotel, really take it in and see what he could learn from it.

Ella wasn’t pleased about waking up yet again in the hotel, but at least she didn’t have a nightmare that night. She felt a little unsure about her safety, even though nothing had happened to threaten her well being. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened to her during her stay thus far other than the issues she had with her phone the day before. She was still waiting for the right moment to try one of the doors leading outside to see what part of the hotel it would lead her to.

After eating her breakfast she grabbed her things and headed out of her room to explore. She was browsing some of the games she had on her phone when it slipped out of her hands and broke into a few pieces. Ella muttered some profanity under her breath as she gathered the battery, sim card, the back of the phone and started to put the pieces back together. “Stupid phone, stupid lotion,” she said as she kneeled on the floor outside of the door her phone had broken in front of. She didn’t stop to think about it. She just needed her phone working again.

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Who: Edison and OPEN
Where: around the hotel
When: morning

The dream was kind of awesome and yet complicated. A therapist once had told him he had them because of how his mind worked, that it was said that people of a certain level of intelligence could actually solve problems in their dreams. Edison was well into a complicated theorem, not at all struggling with it despite it being math and math not having been a pursuit of his since his last foray into religious numbers, working through it on a blackboard that looked like a scene in Good Will Hunting, right up until the part where he fell off the bed, head first waking up to find his feet up above him, still on the bed and himself tangled in sheets.

Why was he in bed? Wasn’t he supposed to be at work? Didn’t he start at work? Struggling to get out of his cocoon of sheets he wound up completely on the floor, looking at his clothes. Nope, definitely dressed for work and the chilly library for the night. After a moment he looked around, not recognizing the room that looked more like a dream than his dream had. Where was he? Standing up he stumbled around, finding a bag that he swore was his, from right out of his apartment. This wasn’t right. Seeing a note on the dresser he snatched it, reading it three times and checking the back for more information. What the hell? Not sure what else to do he opened the bag, finding his things inside. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe not. Either way, it was worth exploring. If it was a dream there had to be a point right? Still holding on to the note he found a key laying out as well and left his room, intent on seeing what he could find.