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After a few moments of waiting out of the bathhouse, in the end Altair let out a sigh figuring that the girl had probably left before him. Placing on his sunglasses once more as he continued along his path, Altair head up the elevator and continued along to the room he got. The thought of that message he received still boggled his mind and he questioned just what happened in the future that involved time travel. He questioned whether if Crestatia was displeased with the future events and probably wished to change things up, but this thought only brought up the topic of what was so big that had to change.

Continuing his pondering, Altair glanced forward and noticed a very wet Heidi up ahead. With a smile, he tossed away his thoughts and then walked up to her "ah I didn't expect you to be done so fast...we really have to get you some proper clothes" Altair said as he unlocked the door to their room and walked in along with Heidi. "Quite the pleasant place we've got here" Altair said as he walked into the bathroom immediately and returned with a towel "Come now, your hair is drenched, best clean it before you catch a cold or something" Altair said as he immediately began to rub the towel on top her head. "There now, the room is your to do as you wish" Altair said with a smile

 

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Madeline was still flustered as she strode down the hallway. No, beyond 'flustered'. This was a terrible thing, but at least John had stopped her. Had she gone through with it, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. She shoved the money he had handed her into her pocket and lifted her phone with her free hand, texting Reuben back to alert him of her 'earnings' hastily.

" . . . Madeline, "

Oh, man.

Her ears felt hot as she lifted her gaze. It was Quin! Guilt eased it's way into her stomach as she remembered her sudden...sickness, and leaving her alone in the bedroom. She wondered if she was angry, but that thought was cut short when another voice rang out.
" Hey, M. We've got something you might wanna hear. Something pretty shitty might happen to you tonight. You and Temperance. So we're trying to play the good guy and save you."

A few thoughts crossed her mind--all of them hostile with a tinge of jealousy--before she truly registered his words. What was he talking about? Save her? Hah! What was he getting at? Something 'bad'?...Ah, no, but Quin was there. Maybe he was being honest?

Another wave of panic hit her for just a moment and she visibly tensed up. Did this have to do with John? Or Reuben? Was Reuben angry, maybe? Temperance and him had contact so maybe... No, it wasn't wise to be so quick about things. If she gave too much away for no reason...

"What are you getting at...?"

Despite her trying, she couldn't keep the defensive tone from showing.

 

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Bronagh was led to a room and she found herself just standing in the doorway for the longest time. She still did not know what this game was and now wondered why she was even here.​

She felt her pocket vibrate again and she checked to see her mother was calling her. She closed her eyes and shut the door behind her before she answered, "Hello?"​

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"Bronagh, I need you to come pick me up..."​

"I'm not home mom..."​

"What?! Bitch, I told you to stay home."​

"Call a taxi... you don't need me to carry you."​

"I don't like taxis."​

"You will have to deal mom."​

"No no, I'll find another way... I'm not as drunk as I think... I mean you think..."​

"Be safe mom..."​

"You better be home when I get there...."​

Bronagh listened to the phone hang up as she sat on the unfamiliar bed to her, why was she even here? Did she really believe these silly messages? What game?​

She lied down on the bed and closed her eyes. ​

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If she remembers the future and doesn't know if I believe in this game that started... did this happen in my timeline? What if I'm not supposed to be here? What if something happens.​

Bronagh fell asleep quickly despite these thoughts rolling through her mind.​

 

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"ah I didn't expect you to be done so fast...we really have to get you some proper clothes" Altair said as he unlocked the door to their room and walked in along with Heidi. The sound of his voice startled her, but she was glad for him to be back from his bath. Heidi walked in after him. She watched him carefully, afraid to stop. "Quite the pleasant place we've got here" Altair said as he walked into the bathroom immediately and returned with a towel. She nodded, agreeing. It was an incredible place. "Come now, your hair is drenched, best clean it before you catch a cold or something." Altair said as he immediately began to rub the towel on top her head.

Heidi felt her cheeks burn as she blushed. He rubbed the towel on her hair and she stared ahead at his chest. "I... I don't mind the clothes." 'Cause you gave them to me. How corny can you be deary? Wh-what are you talking about? You are so oblivious. They rolled their eyes. When he finished drying her hair, she smiled up at him and yawned. "Sleepy time," she mumbled softly before peeling away the coat, jacket, and shoes. She liked the extra layers, but there was no way she could sleep comfortably in that many of them. Heidi moved to one of the neatly made beds and crawled in. "G'night," she whispered to Altair. Her eyelids drooped shut, but she kept forcing them to remain open for as long as she could. A sense of dread ate away at her. What would happen if she closed her eyes and went to sleep? Why did she feel so desperately as if he would be gone when she woke up? He promised to stay. With that thought, she finally drifted off into unconsciousness.

 

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He didn't want to go. He didn't believe them at all. Marina was gorgeous, but she was clearly mentally unstable. Either that, or an amazing prankster. Still, he would be able to skip out on a visit from his dad this way. Especially if he made things sound as urgent as Lady Crazy was making them seem. Who knew? Maybe he could get a little something out of this visit...Crazy or not, he'd like a piece of that.

So while he road in the car Marina had provided, he texted his father letting him know something was coming up and he wouldn't be home for a couple of days. Shoving his phone into his pocket, Theodore leaned back to enjoy the ride. ...Hopefully not the only ride he'd be having tonight, hubbahubba. He smiled to himself, amused with his own joke before straightening his face. ​

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How disappointed he was when they arrived at her luxurious home and were immediately led towards the guest rooms while she disappeared. Bummer.​

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Instead of following her to her room like a total creep, he made himself comfortable in one of the guest rooms and got ready for bed. While snug in the covers, he found his mind wandering off and a weird nostalgia pricking at his thoughts like a needle. Odd, but it suddenly felt like maybe there was something to this. Maybe she wasn't so crazy.

He sighed and let himself drift off to sleep.
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Temperance sat by herself in the bathroom, leaving the others still in the bedroom of her hotel room. No one had answered her questions before she ran in here. The door was left ajar as she rested her cheek on the toilet seat. She was fortunate to not have a roommate. Her phone began to ring and she stared at the caller I.D. Temperance rolled her eyes at Lindsey's name. She was not going to pick up. She could wait til tomorrow. Temperance was in no mood to deal with Lindsey at the moment. LMFAO's Sexy and I know it, kept playing over and over again. After the third call, she turned off her phone. The bitch was not getting the picture whatsoever. She was never going to answer.

Temperance's eyes grew heavy. Today felt so tiring for some strange reason. Her throat was soar from the vomit and she weakly lifted her hand to flush. She didn't look as it was sucked down the toilet. Why do you think I was going to die? Her arms went limp at her side as she fell asleep in the bathroom. She didn't care that there were others in her room. They would leave once they realized what happened. Her long black hair clung to her face and she sniffled in her sleep. Something felt hollow inside her. A tear streaked her cheek, but her eyes didn't open. She rested her head on her arms as she slept in front of the bathroom toilet.

 

Ben settled himself in one of the guest rooms and surveyed his surroundings. Everything in the room was lavish and elegant. Though he knew Marina's father was a politician, it had never dawned on him just how rich she was, even after the helicopter incident.

Ben pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and began typing a text to Olivia, though she was only a few rooms away.

That would have to do for the moment. He set the device down on the nightstand and placed his glasses next to it. He switched off the lamp and pulled the sheets over himself. They would need as much time as possible to speak the next day, if their time here was limited.

 

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{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : WORRIED // SLEEPY }​

A thousand thoughts raced through Kallisti's mind when Madeline had turned around to meet them. Was she mad for leaving her? Had she decided to change rooms after all? Were they still . . . whatever you'd call them?

For a moment, Madeline looked panicked and Kallisti worried - did she know? What Harley had told her was truly horrible, and she didn't know how she could let herself actually believe him. The theory was simply too outrageous - but if it were true, then why this morning, why this day? Was it truly to save Madeline and Temperance from death? She wished that someone had the mind to ask this . . . 'Analynne'.

" What are you getting at . . . ? " She sounded slightly defensive, and Kallisti could feel her face going red. What if this was all one big ploy by Harley - a practical joke because he discovered something about Kallisti and decided to use it against her.

A *******, he was, if that was true.

" This isn't a good place to talk, " he said, " You mind going into your room? "

She looked at her cousin with a bit of disdain, but perhaps the hallway where they could be heard wasn't the best place to speak of this. Reluctantly, she nodded, and then led the both of them into her and Madeline's room. When they were in there, she took a seat at the foot of the bed she had claimed when first coming into the room and took a deep breath. Her only consolation was that maybe Madeline wouldn't die because of this.

Harley took a seat at the small table that was in the middle of the room.

" Alright, " Harley started, " About 43 days from now, I go to a meeting at Antilum Laboratories in Brookridge that's hosted by a Brookridge Academy Student named Theodore Weldon. There's a girl who's at this meeting named Eleanora Lewis, and she's a vessel for a demon/witch whose name I probably can't say because I'm not sure if it's safe to say it. After the witch/demon was summoned, she reset the days to this day - twelve days after we all received the email from Crestatia, "

Kallisti was half irritated, but at least he was making it a quick explanation. To back him up, she took over from what he started, " Tonight, something you and Miss Temperance did both got you . . . killed. " she said hesitantly, " You had confessed your love for someone, though we are unsure of who. Harley believes that for Miss Temperance, it was Cherno Plume, and for you . . . " she trailed off.

Harley huffed slightly, and then took it again, " Not sure it really matters. The point is that you broke one of the major rules and so you and Temperance were killed for it. Now here we are, trying to make sure that you don't fuck up again. " he finished, crossing his arms.

He'll be honest, he didn't care for Madeline in the least, but if Kallisti found out that she died, it'd probably destroy her, and he definitely didn't want that. For her sake, he'd do his damnedest to keep this chick alive and kicking.

" Now the point of me telling you this is that you don't confess your love for anyone tonight, " he started once more, " No matter what you really feel. I mean, unless you're up for dying again, then go for it. " He looked meaningfully at Kallisti, " Well . . . Now that we've warned you, I can get going. It's almost the end of the day, and I'm eager to see what happens for tomorrow. "

He walked over to Madeline and whispered in her ear, " It was Kallisti you confessed to. You probably shouldn't say anything about it. "

Harley gave his cousin a cheerful waved and then left the room to sleep in his own ten minutes later.

After Harley left, there was a silence in the room and she tried not to make eye contact with Madeline. It was already awful enough that what they told her might have been a lie, but if it wasn't, and Madeline would not believe, what was Kallisti to do?

She sighed an flopped back onto the bed, not caring for appearances at the moment.

" Please believe us . . . " she whispered. She didn't want Madeline to die.

A few minutes later, she spoke again, " We . . . should probably sleep now . . . " she said, and then left into the bathroom to change into sweats and a night shirt. Normally, she slept without the pants, but only because no one else was around to see her shame. Meekly, she climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her face, " Good night, Madeline . . . Perhaps we can . . . " Her throat closed up, " . . . talk more tomorrow. "

She felt like she had to force herself to fall asleep that night.

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TwattyPants had gone into the restroom looking pretty green and never came back out. Vanille thought she'd died or something, so she went to go check on her. She was just sleeping. In the restroom??? What a strange girl!

With a sigh, she walked over to the girl, heaved her slightly larger body onto her back and then put her on one of the two beds in her room. Vanille had to watch her. Should she leave? Should she stay? No doubt TwattyPants would get mad if she stayed . . .

Vanille giggled. It was decided. She would stay. But what about her mask? She couldn't keep it on all night, otherwise she'd break it for sure! With a heavy sigh, she turned off the lights and made sure no one could see her face.

❝Good night!❞ she announced as quietly as she could, and then she hopped onto the bed and giddily snuggled under the covers, took off her mask, let down her hair, and then fell asleep.

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Madeline listened quietly, sitting at the edge of her bed and only bothering to raise an eyebrow when she was confused--or in disbelief. When Harley was done, she took a deep breath. His parting words stung at her ear while she laid in bed, even long after he left. Beyond anything, she found that she was angry with herself--and with this game--and with Harley and John and Reuben and even Kallisti...

If Harley was being honest, which she hated to admit he probably was, and she had really confessed, then she could only wonder why. Why would she do that? Sure, it was annoyingly obvious to her now that something was there for Quin...Something light and affectionate and literally sickening... but Madeline didn't love her. She didn't know anything about her! Quin was...mysterious, eloquent, prim and proper...It was alluring, somehow, considering how much of a hot head Madeline herself could be--but she was the opposite of what she loved about him. The boy who practically threw his heart and all of who he was at her feet.

The only way she would have confessed to Quin--she imagined--is if she had just plain given up. Some kind of loophole suicide. What would have driven her to that point? Hell if she knew, but what a pathetic way to go out. Confessing to someone you didn't even love. That's why these feelings were dangerous.

The fluttering affection would have to die.

Her bottom lip quivered and she buried her face into her sheets, forcing herself to relax and sleep.

 

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"Good night Heidi" Altair silently said to the girl in response to her as he watched her fall fast asleep. As she fell asleep, Altair silently watched her and smiled. The topic of the time travel soon arose and Altair began to wonder what that future held for the two of them. He wondered many things, but these mere things were nothing special. The future always held nothing but mystery, but to know that this mystery could be solved brought conflicting feelings. Would it be beneficial to know just what the future held? or maybe knowing what would arise would only lead to a greater tragedy.

Closing his eyes once more, Altair decided to go get some rest. At first he headed over to the other bed but it was then that he recalled that he was to share this room with another as well. Though the roommate was nowhere in sight, he felt it would be rude to leave him without a bed. With both beds going to be occupied, Altair decided it would be best to sleep on the floor, but then again another thought hit him. He figured Heidi wouldn't necessarily mind him sleeping in the same bed as her and he definitely knew there would be no naughty business going on. With a sigh, Altair rested beside her on the bed and soon started to drift away into slumber. As he fell asleep, Altair rested his arm around the girl and soon enough drifted off to sleep.

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Casey could say he was glad that the meeting was finally over. His mind really needed to go through was he had just learned and he was just far too glad that the discussion about Marina's death was at an end. Deciding to take up Marina's invitation to her house, Casey texted his mother and told him he was off to the Sario residence. After the ride to her house, Casey soon followed her along with the others and stared at the girl's house. The place was surely impressive, though he did recall that his father never really liked coming here, but then again his father probably didn't necessarily get annoyed by the house, but the owners of the house instead. After being directed to the room where he was chosen to sleep, Casey silently wished the others a good night and headed into his room and rested on top of the bed. Closing his eyes Casey drifted off to sleep

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The sky had darkened and the roads slowly began to become less busy. Along the highway drove a car that held Zeke Zedler and his trusted companion that steered the wheel. “I still have no idea why we are returning to Coy...we were there a couple of weeks ago and there was nothing special there” the driver said

“Calm yourself my friend…simple business needs to dealt with over in Coy. Markham has been leaking information…I feel it’s time we dealt with him” Zeke said calmly as he stared out the window beside him and rested his cheek on his fist.

“….I hardly feel this is the reason, after all it was you who said to feed him false information in order to confuse our enemies. I know it’s far too early to throw him out now…there is something personal behind it…similar to our little visit with Desmond” the driver said.

“I must applaud you my friend, you’ve really delved into my mind quite well” Zelder said with smile

“Heh as if, I still don’t know how that crazed mind of yours preforms...” the driver said with a sigh

“Come now, crazed it such a harsh word” Zeke said with a small chuckle as he glanced out of the window. “Nonetheless, I cannot say what it is and though it might be a bit selfish, there is something I must do by myself. Coy holds something for me and I must seek it out” Zeke said closing his eyes with a smile.

Zeke could still remember that time he received the email that influenced him so. He never denied the message, but at the same time he never truly believed in it. It was such a ridiculous email saying that he would die in 100 days. It was something he did not wish would happen, something he could not let happen, but at the same time he had to accept this. He was never one to merely ignore something and this email proved to be interesting.
It was from that point his investigation began. He began to search the news and other resources to find out the fate of the other receivers of the email. Sure enough in the end these complete nobodies all passed away and died. This fact alone was good enough to convince him of this email. He noticed that all the deaths so far were all those who resided in Coy and with this information, Zeke moved on.

Soon enough the pair decided to stop at the nearby hotel and eventually they got their own rooms and fell asleep. As Zeke rested on his bed a nagging feeling crept across him, something telling him to keep on going and to not waste time. Ignoring it, Zeke fell fast asleep.

 

Anthony left Temperance's room once the ninja brought her out, the cheerleader out cold for whatever reason. He went back to his room where he then went to bed.

Elliot decided to go along with Marina, following Theodore and Olivia there as if he were a lost lamb.

 

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She remembered that she forgot to shut off her phone last night when it rung and woke her up.​

Bronagh sat up irritated, it was so early in the morning. Her mother shouldn't be awake at this point and no one would have called her at this hour without it being something important.​

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She could not recognize the number when she pulled up the phone, she stared at it until it stopped ringing. Not long after though it started again. Bronagh stood up from her bed and rubbed her eyes as she answered the phone, "Hello?"​

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"Good morning miss, sorry for calling you at this early in the day. May I speak with Bronagh Williamson?"​

"This is Bronagh Williamson."​

"You are not at home?"​

"No I am... at a friend's house."​

"Is there any way we could pick you up? We would appreciate an address along with whoever your secondary guardian is."​

"Why? Is something wrong?"​

"We would rather discuss this face to face with you."​

"Who is this?"​

"This is the Coy City Police Department."​

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Bronagh went silent for a really long time "hello?s" and "are you still there?s" were in the background as she tried to regain composure. "I would prefer to be told now... so there is not stress or worry on me."​

"Where are you currently residing?"​

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They are dancing around my question.​

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"Miss, we need to find you. You are our number 1 priority at this moment in this situation."​

"I will tell you if you tell me what is going on..."​

"Miss-"​

"Please." she said quickly. There was a long pause in the background and she almost knew what was coming up next.​

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"Miss Williamson... your mother Rosemarie Williamson was killed in an accident last night... we will tell you more details about it when we have you in our care."​

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Bronagh's hand shook as her phone fell to the ground. She quickly attempted to maintain her composure. She was not doing well at it. Bronagh lowered herself to the floor and sat on the ground as she picked up the phone and struggled to speak, "I-I think I understand..."​

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"We are very truly sorry for your loss."​

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Mom? Mom... I love you... you dumb bitch... why did you leave me?​

 

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Marina woke and felt a mixture of both gratitude and dismay over the fact that she was still in her family bed. She was still alive, but they were still back in time. Had the Bellhurst students been successful in preventing those deaths? She could only assume so. Had things gone as planned, she would probably be dead once more. But, they were still currently trapped in time. Did this mean there was more to it than just preventing two deaths?

The mystery behind yesterday returned to her after reading a response from Anthony before bed. Two girls had originally died during the hot springs trip. Now, they must be alive.

Marina climbed out of bed and got ready quickly. She wrote another message to Anthony and called for six town cars to arrive at the hot springs to pick everyone up. It would be much easier to understand if they were all present. When satisfied with her work and attire, she headed down the hall to the grand staircase in the entryway. Marina went to her left after reaching the bottom and entered the dining room. It was large with a long table to cater to many. They would have no problem squeezing everyone in for breakfast.

She sat down at the head of the table and Lidia came out of the kitchen to ask what she would like to eat. Marina placed a large order, requesting for everything to be on the table by the time her guests awoke and joined her.

"And what exactly are you doing home during the school week?" The cold voice startled her, but she shrugged it off.

"Class project," Marina replied simply.

"And our six house guests?"

"My partners."

"Class?"

"Psychology."

"Subject?"

She paused for a moment before turning to her mother with a smirk. "What would you do if you only had 100 days to live?" Marina returned her attention back to the table wondering if that counted as talking about it. She decided it did not matter. She no longer cared. After all, she had already died once.

"What is that school teaching you these days?" Her mother mumbled before walking out of the dining room with an apple in her hand.

 

John popped up and sprung out of bed and made his way to the T.V. standing up and glaring at it as it began to give him the information he wanted to know. The Fast News That You Can Use. The news station reported nothing about a bunch of bathhouse deaths in Brookridge, so he let out a unknown breath he'd be holding. He grunted, his body was itching to leave and get away from this crowd, but maybe things had changed for the better. Still, the idiots had somehow gotten the Lord to give him a second chance. Which means, that after his death, those idiots had ****ed up. Royally. Shaking his head, the deduction was a clear as day, but there was no time to dwell on the negatives of this obvious second chance. He left his room and marched imperiously up the front counter and turned his duo different iris's on poor unsuspecting Liandra, "Good morning. Beautiful day the Lord has made. "I'm Simon, yes, like the one who hears God. My little sister is locking me out of her room, so I need spare key." Liandra didn't seem so phased when going up against a hardcore son of God. John felt a tiny thrill. She was delightfully polite, the tramp. He listened to her reply by asking for his ID to which he began to cross examine her. His gaze took in her entire appearance, he didn't hesitate to lean over the desk and check out her uniformed body. Perfect.

"Listen here, you miserable low-life that will never amount to anything." He reached into his back pocket and brought out his school's ID before finishing, "My name is Simon, but because of computer glitch, my name was switched with some idiot named John. Can you help me out? I just want to check on my little sister." His gaze softened and he tilted his head, letting his lower shift slightly as if he were biting it in anxiousness. She reached up and swiped the corner of her left eye while grabbing a key with her left. He walked off without saying a word. Dumb heathens didn't get good byes. The number was on the key. And as he gazed at the key and pondered what he'd even say to the girl he stopped in front of the door because his heart was pounding too much for his liking. He was nervous, he frowned in perplexed thought, then it hit him. He'd grown accustomed to her face. Her cherubic, dark haired, blue eyed, face. John sighed, he needed to calm down for a moment. So he walked five feet from the door and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve as he called his mother, just to hear her voice.

 

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Heidi felt a comforting warmth spread through her body as she opened her eyes. A sense of nostalgia washed over her as she felt the familiar body pressed against her back. That, however, made no sense. How could someone be nostalgic over something that had never happened before? She didn't question it too much. Heidi rotated under Altair's arm so that they were now facing one another. He looked so peaceful when asleep. She felt a vaguely familiar pounding in her chest as her face flushed red. She was suddenly too hot, but didn't want to wake him.

Her small fingers brushed the hair out of his eyes and she smiled fondly. What are you doing? What do you mean? Heidi closed her eyes and they appeared before her. Their shadow-like figures clouded her mind. You looked like you were about ready to kiss him. N-no! Why would you think that? We know what goes through your mind deary. We understand you better than you do. Doesn't it seem rather soon? You only just met. B-but... it feels like I've known him longer than three days. That it does. I wonder why. She opened her eyes again, still staring at his soft sleeping feathers. I wonder why. Heidi felt a flutter in her stomach and covered her face in her arms, trying to resist the urge to smell him like she did his jacket.

 

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When the boy awoke the first thing he did was check his messages. Elizabeth wished to know where he was and there was another message from Marina. The first was told his room number and the second, who had a mission, was promised his best. So he got up the moment the replies had been sent and changed into proper clothes.

Before leaving the room a note was left for Cherno that stated Marina, someone from the future (he mentioned, in case the two never met), had also remembered what happened and requested their presence. The address was also listed as well as there would be cars waiting for them outside.

A mass text with the same details was sent to his contacts that were involved in the email, which he hoped to be enough to get the ball rolling.

Moments after exiting his room he was greeted by his sister who embraced him, asking what had happened. He explained, leaving out the parts about knowing she was going to kill people, and told her to read the text he had just sent.

"There's a ninja girl who seems like she'd be able to help... I don't have her number though, or the evil temptress. They're together, though..."

He was nervous about Elizabeth and Temperance seeing each other, but if he had acted in time then there was no need for the former to attack his sister, so things should go well... Even so...

Probably just needless worry.

Reassuring himself he went to her room and knocked, waiting for one of the two to answer.

 

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Temperance woke up with a headache. She remembered falling asleep on the bathroom floor, so was rather surprised to find herself in bed. What happened? She began to piece things together as she noticed the other bed now occupied. Why the fuck is she still here? Her green eyes shot daggers at the dark-skinned girl in the other bed. She rolled her eyes and climbed out of bed to brush her teeth. Her mouth still tasted of bile and in the end, no one had answered her questions. How was she supposed to believe them if they didn't say anything at all? The little bits they had shared, were rather cryptic.

She used the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste to scrub her mouth out. Maybe she could get some real answers if she spoke to Cherno alone. Something about that idea nagged at her, but she wasn't dead like they said she would be. When the acidic taste was finally out of her mouth she changed into a clean set of clothes that she bought in the gift shop the day before. She had been wearing the same outfit for three days and felt disgusting. Temperance slipped on a pair of white Trembling Mountain Resort sweatpants and a gray I ♥ skiing t-shirt. It made her feel better, at least a little.

Her stomach growled, demanding food, but she wouldn't just leave a complete stranger alone in her room. Silently, she tiptoed over to the bed and grabbed the sheets firmly. She ripped them off of the sleeping Vanille--who seriously names their daughter Vanille?-- and shouted, "get up!" A knock sounded at the door a moment later and she glared at it. Who could be knocking so soon? Temperance left the bed and walked over to open the door. It flew open rather quickly and she glared daggers at the Fantasy Freak and his older sister. "What do you want now?"

 

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"No."​

"Miss Williamson, you have us your word. Where are you?"​

"I'm in Brookridge."​

"Where?"​

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Bronagh was not crying, and she was not trembling anymore. She was now sitting emotionless on the floor with the phone to her ear, she whispered back to them, "I am in a house."​

"An address?"​

"A zip code?"​

"Miss Williamson we wish for you to cooperate with us."​

"Give me the day... give me the day to calm down."​

"We need you now, you are currently an orphan residing in a house you do not wish to identify. We legally have you listed as a runaway."​

"That's right I'm a runaway..."​

"Miss Williamson!"​

"You can track my phone can you not? Do police not have the ability to track a phone?"​

Bronagh was silent again as she spoke, "Please just give me the day. I will head home tonight."​

x​

She did not wait for a reply. After she hung up the phone she sat on the floor for a little while. She stood up and dusted off her pants and kept forcing herself to breath deep breaths. She felt her hat falling off and chose not to fix it.​

x​

Why am I here? I have no reason to be here. Am I wanted? Am I needed... I don't want to be here.​

x​

I don't want to be anywhere...​

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[ Contact Information ► Mood: Paranoid ► Subject: Null ► OOC: N/A ]​

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Despite knowing what the psychic said could not be true he had remained while they tried convincing him. This made him question his mental state, especially when he went along for the ride. But he couldn't very well allow his friends to go with mentally unstable people to a house where no one could hear them scream so, if only for their benefit, he went to Marina's house.

If this got him chopped up into little pieces and served for dinner though he would really wish that spirit thing was real so he could come back and haunt Olivia and Theodore for getting him into this mess.

At least the guest room provided was clean. That was nice. It would prove a decent enough place to stay throughout his time here however he did need to shower and eat... So the boy went to do those things, finding himself in the dinning room once the former was completed.

Their host was already there, causing him to internally groan as he took a seat to wait for food, not wishing to go into a stranger's kitchen for it.

"..."

Should he say something... Yes, probably.

"G-good morning..."

Crazy old bat.

 

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[Mood: Confused as hell ~ OOC: ~ ♪Listening to♪]​

What was going on?! One minute Zoey had been crying her heart out in bed, and the next... she was at the same Hot-springs she had visited that time ages ago. She checked her phone (which she was obviously surprised to have back) and was further confused by the date. This wasn't right... What the hell was going on? She couldn't have dreamed everything up until now could she? Know, she definitely couldn't have. After all, this was the same hot-springs as before. And that had been her first visit to them back then, or uh... now.
Zoey didn't know what to make of any of this, but she couldn't help but express relief over her body. All pain from her injuries was gone. It's like the accident never happened. ...But of course...
It hadn't.
Zoey wasn't dumb, and she knew that in this 'game' anything was possible. Somehow... she was back in the past. She'd already figured it out. The train accident hadn't happened. ...But that meant... everything else hadn't either. She hadn't become friends with Heidi. ...A twinge of sadness filled her heart. But this also meant something else. If she was right about this, then...
...Tyler? Matt? Everyone else... were they alive?
That was the question, and the other question was... who else remembered? Would the dead remember what had happened? Would anyone else in this game?
Oh god. So many questions, and Zoey needed them answered. She'd have to find out... things were to important.
For the first time in a while though... Zoey felt hope in her heart again.
Tyler might be alive. And also... if this really was only Day 12 out of 100. Then they had more time... she might be able to do things right this time, and with more time, maybe they'd be able to find out a solution to this whole game itself. Yes... she could only hope.