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Benedict Bridgerton (truepoet) wrote in dunwichgame,

Benedict/Alison
When the lights had gone out, Benedict did manage to freak out for just a second. This wasn't how he was expecting to ring in the New Year or how things appeared in the modern movies and shows he had watched, still Dunwich had it's very Dunwichian twist on things, so he steeled his nerves and try to think logically. His eyes would adjust to the dark soon or the power would hopefully come back on, right now he just needed to find Alison and they could figure out a way to deal with what they were having to deal with and hopefully make their way home soon.

'Alison, where are you,' Benedict thought, hoping that their angel fever powers would make it easier to communicate over the midst of panic and pandemonium that was happening