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After a nice little walk, your group arrives at a beautiful estate hidden just slightly behind a veil of full, healthy trees. The house stands tall and luxurious, and seems to be the only one in the area. Bryan knocks on the door of Patrick's home. A few minutes go by with no response. Freddie decides to try the doorbell instead. You can hear the melodic chime echoing within the house. You step back and wait, and finally, someone who looks to be a servant opens the door. She has large, dark green eyes and long dark brown hair held together in a pink ribbon. ❝Hello.❞ She says plainly, taking each one of you in with a hesitant expression. She seems to stare at Bryan the longest. He speaks. ❝We're looking for Patrick. We'd like to talk to him?❞ The girl presses her lips together before nodding and opening the door fully for your group. As you step inside, she closes and locks the door behind you, asking you to remove your shoes and leading you to the living room. She asks you to take a seat and wait there. Once you're all sitting, she places out a bowl of candy, as well as some cups and two kettles filled with tea and coffee respectively. The girl leaves.

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Oliver managed to gather enough from the garbled bits of conversation in Zoey's room to make out that they were going to Patrick's house. It was choice this time. They wouldn't be lugged around anywhere, and he could stay if he wanted to. ... Oliver stared down at Pierce's bag for a long while as most of his peers shuffled out of the bedroom to get ready to leave.

He felt awful. Disoriented, guilty. Nobody knew what he did yet. Why would they? He had literally only ever interacted with Pierce and ... Sophie. Sophie was gone, too. Was she there last night? Why didn't he see her? Sophie shouldn't have been alone. ... He took a deep breath, but it felt like he still wasn't inhaling right. He didn't know what to do. He needed someone. Pierce was gone. His phone was ruined, so he couldn't even text Mary - not that he'd want to.

He wanted to go, but he would probably just hold them back. Pff, no, he would probably just leave them again if things got dangerous. Oliver was beginning to realize that he was that kind of person. The type of person to use people and abandon them during the tough times. He wasn't particularly intelligent, or as confident as he thought he was before all of this mess, and he had no idea what he wanted out of life. But he didn't see her die. Didn't hear her scream. He wanted to know if she was alright ...

His fingers shook and he clutched the bag closer. Nausea swept over him again. Trembling, he stood up and left back to his room, closing the door behind him. Quentin was in there laying in bed but he might as well not have been. Oliver wondered why someone like him would even come along.

Still ... assuming he hadn't gotten anyone killed, Quentin was better than he was.

Oliver crossed over to the bathroom and locked himself inside, slumping down against the door and leaving the light off.
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Outside of the door Dakota listened, her breath shallow and small. Delicately, her chest pressed against her knees, and arms wrapped around herself to keep her bundled up a ball against the peppermint scented walls.

She could only pick up pieces of the conversation, but all she really had to know was that something horrible had happened and she had been completely oblivious to it. Her and Evan had walked through the festival doing stupid things like flying kites and feeding goats water, while others were enduring some kind of hell below them. Dakota had managed to enjoy herself in the midst of some kind of horrible tragedy.

Without sound or warning, the recently elusive Torvald appeared. He stood outside of the door right by her, although he did not acknowledge her. Why would he? Her face buried it's way into her arms and she breathed shakily into the black jacket she wore. If only she could curl up small enough to disappear. This was horrible!

Suddenly, in the middle of her drowning in self pity;

『 You have it, right?』

What were they talking about now? Dakota took another breath.

『 Patrick's address. Could you share it? I would like to go see him.』

Suddenly, her head snapped up. He was talking to her! Wide, gray eyes peered at him for a moment before darting away. Her shoulders rose and fall with each slightly panicked breath. Patrick's address? They ... weren't going there, were they?

『 U-um ... 』

『 By yourself? ... Hey, we're going to see Patrick, like now. So for whoever's going, could you get ready now?』

Aaaah.

Dakota crawled a bit away from the doorway, feeling anxious. She buried her head back into her arms nervously. Oh, right, Patrick's address! Shakily, she reached into her purse for it and slid it across the wooden planks beneath them towards Sophie's ... beau, or whatever he was.

『 I suggest not all of us going. We should split, seeing Patrick will be dangerous - too dangerous for most of you. 』

『 Staying. I'll stay. Uh. Take the ... the atlases. Oh. 』

She reached into her purse again and pulled them out, pushing them over towards the doorway like she had the piece of paper Cane had given her. For a minute, she wondered if and hoped that the address was legitimate.

With that out of the way, she buried her face back into her knees.

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He wasn't really paying attention when Maria approached him. He didn't even lift his head. Then, some words he couldn't really unscramble reached his ears and he was being lifted up and talked to the inn. He clutched Pierce's bag in one hand and went willingly, despite not exactly wanting to be around anyone. His eyes were so tired ... He felt sick.

Tucker lead him up the stairs and to the second floor. They stopped in front of a room ... Had he slept there the other night? Oliver didn't remember. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. Oliver sat down on one of the beds, clutching Pierce's bag to him still. Tucker handed him some clothes. His clothes?

❝Outside everything we wait have others. join to Change. be I'll Don't worry, the will then alright. ❞ The reddish blonde-haired boy looked up at Tucker with a flicker of confusion in his green eyes. ❝done, just When you're out. come. ❞

Uh. ... Whatever.

Tucker left and Oliver breathed in deeply. He felt gross. Wet, dirty ... Oh. That's what the clothes were for? He stood up and gently placed Pierce's bag down like it was made of glass, before peeling off his sticky clothing and replacing them. He had to admit, it felt better, but not enough to lift his mood any. He sat back down and toppled over onto his side. He wanted to sleep.

Just as he was beginning to successfully tune out the world, Tucker reentered. Some kind of talk was going on. Oliver rolled out of bed, taking Pierce's bag with him, and followed Tucker to the next room quietly.

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The chair in Bentley was far more comfortable than the one in Whittlerose. Dakota was sure it was laced with some kind of aromatic sedative. It wasn't natural to become so exhausted just by sitting down - not for her, at least, but as soon as she curled up into the cushions she was swept away into one of the deepest sleeps she had ever fallen into.

The activity at the festival had gotten to her. It wasn't everyday that she spoke with and did social things with someone else. It had been years, minus the awkward visits from Erik. She decided that festivals and such celebrations weren't too bad.

When she stirred, it was already approaching 10am. Not waking up first among others was ... strange, to say the least. Footsteps ruined the quiet of the inn, alerting her that others were up and about.

She trudged to the bathroom to make herself presentable and then left to explore. No one was eating breakfast, which was strange. She was hungry! It took a bit more wandering around before she finally stumbled upon some place.

For the sake of plot convenience, Dakota eventually stumbled upon Zoey's room [ or wherever they all are ] and overheard a lot of chit chat. Feeling anxious, she sat down outside by the door to listen in without intruding.

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