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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor - Front Gate, Chair 13
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[color=FFBCD9][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color]  3
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	Quite amazed by the crowd that had amassed itself for this event, Miss Creme had a look of astonishment on her face. Seeing all these people around was a sight to see, but made her that much more conscious about herself. Unconsciously, she adjusted her posture to keep her standing as straight as she could, with her hands clutching onto each other tightly behind her. She had jumped in surprise at the site of the machination as it rolled into view, letting out a small "[color=FFBCD9]Oh my![/color]", having never seen anything like that before. Covering her ears as it came to a stop, she gave the man piloting it a startled look. So they'd be riding that to the manor? She did find it quite fascinating to look at, but she wasn't sure how she felt about the safety of riding it.

	Stuck where she was, not quite wanting to get on something that looked so haphazardly thrown together, but also knowing she couldn't very well leave. She steeled herself and deciding that at least she would soon be out of the cold, she moved herself slowly forward towards the vehicle. Not quite knowing who to sit next to, she left it up to fate, and took free seat that lacked any neighbors. She did find the seats quite odd, but she wall small enough that she could comfortably sink back into them. It was very nice to finally get off her feet and have a sit. So nice, in fact, that she decided to pull her legs up to her chest, sitting in an almost fetal position in the chair. She could very much use a rest at this point, and took a small second before the ride started up, to rest her eyes, closing them for just a little while.

	She didn't intend by any means to fall asleep, but she was relaxing herself pretty well. After a few moments, she creaked her eyes back open, deciding it best not to risk going unconscious around a ton of strangers. Curled up in her chair, she gave a yawn, carefully covering her mouth as she did so. Miss Creme was very comfortable here, her coat functioning as almost a kind of blanket, keeping her warm and snug on the seat. She pulled the lower half of her face into the collar of her jacket, and exhaling, warming up her cheeks considerably. Smiling at herself, she rested her head against the back of her seat, pulling her face out of her jacket a tiny bit to accommodate this.