Who: Alex & Gavin What: Unwinding. And scaring the customers. When: May 25, evening Where: Living paper tent Warnings: Foul language? Gavin? IDK.
Alex had finally left the bandaid station once the sun had set. His head was pounding, his back was stiff, and he needed to go somewhere and unwind for a little while. So when Gavin had said to come by, he jumped on the idea. There was no way he could read anyone's cards tonight anyway, his focus was pretty much gone. And running under that scattered feeling was an undercurrent of resentment towards Kennet. How could he think the Coven was behind this? What on earth did they have to gain from driving everyone crazy? He harrumphed a bit as he walked into the night.
The gates weren't open quite yet, so the Cirque was mostly quiet as he made his way through the various passages. He got turned around once trying to find the right tent, but eventually he located it. He lifted the flap to let himself in. "Knock knock," he called.