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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: 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: 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? )