London & Cora & Open?
By night's end, Cora was usually too mentally exhausted from using her gift to do anything more taxing than going right back to her trailer and calling it a night. While undoubtedly there was no shortage of entertainment to be had after hours with her fellow employees, she was more inclined towards spending some quality time with Netflix and the bag of gummi bears she'd grabbed in town the other day. But before she could do much more than exchange her costume for a tank top and shorts and open her laptop, an unexpected commotion outside drew her attention. Curious, Cora slipped her feet into a pair of shoes and followed the trail of gossip and whispers to the Lagoon.
At first it was hard to determine what was going on as she approached the gathered crowd. A body in the tank? That didn't seem too odd, there wouldn't be a crowd gathering if one of the more carnivorous performers had simply forgotten to be discreet in handling their meal for the night. The confusion and uneasiness among the crowd was another red flag -- whatever had happened here was out of the ordinary, and in this place that was saying a lot. Rather than trying to make her way to the front for a better look, Cora drew back to stand alongside someone who seemed equally as baffled as she did.
"Has anyone said what happened?" she asked quietly, as though speaking any louder might burst the bubble of tension surrounding them.