[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/64/64/ec/6464ecc97723cc0026912292048d60f5.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor[/b][/i] 

	Aloise embraced Emmie, rubbing the girl's back as she cried. She knew what it was like to lose someone and it was a feeling she wouldn't wish on anyone. The feeling drove people to do awful things, terrible things like making demon deals or even just killing themselves out of guilt. She bit her lip slightly at Emmie's question, honestly having no answer. It was intentional, she knew that much. Personal, perhaps? But she doubted it. It didn't look like an emotionally fueled crime, especially not with the note. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Because they were afraid of her,"[/color] Aloise finally replied, rubbing Emmie's back. [color=00ffcc]"Because she was a good person, and it scared them."[/color] But really, Aloise knew that giving a definitive reason may not even help Emmie. Sometimes it was better not to know, in order to avoid spiraling down into revenge filled fantasies. [color=00ffcc]"But we're tough, you and I, and we're gonna hurt them back. Hurt them worse. We're gonna get justice for her, I promise you, and you'll see her on the other side one day...hopefully not one day too soon."[/color]

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 1929[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Attic[/b][/i]

	The wardrobe, unfortunately so, isn't nearly so simple. While it would be nice for it to simply go between two times in the same place, it is considerably more finicky than that, or at least, so it seems. Why, even Folly, the most avid user of that little marvel, could not really predict where she was going to end up--and sometimes, not even [i]when[/i]. Such is the luck of the draw when it comes to enchanted objects of uncertain origin. And so, when Fairfax and Eudora tumbled through the wardrobe in a hotel in 1929, they turned up...

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Cirque Anomaly, Storage Tent[/b][/i]

	...in a circus tent in 2016. Eudora and Fairfax will stumble to their feet and find themselves in the storage tent, of sorts. Dust covers most of the objects, and as the pair of them look around, it will be clear why. These props and costumes are all out of use, belonging to performers who left the circus, either by choice or by death. Photographs are tapped to the walls of the tent, listing the cause of their departure, with a brief biography. 

	"Good heavens!" Fairfax whispers, the first of such photographs catching his eye. "Why, is that not Amiyra's mother?" He pointed at a photograph labeled Fiodora Valeska, with a description of her time with the circus as a contortionist, ending with her murder. Various objects of hers are kept near the photograph. Perhaps a cemetery would be a better word than a storage tent. 

	This is where the circus members are remembered after they die. 
	
[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Cirque Anomaly, the Grounds[/b][/i]

	Strong looks a bit dumbfounded when Lilith mentions a wardrobe. "Like...a closet? Is she gay?" Strong asks, entirely sincerely, without a clue as to what Lilith was talking about. He couldn't think of a single place in the circus that would have a proper wardrobe, beyond the tents of the first strings. Some of them had nicer bits of furniture, but a wardrobe was a waste of space. Everyone tended to use trunks--easier to transport, doubled as seats. 

	"Maybe she....I've got nothing," he sighed. Thalia, however, had been in the circus for a while and close to the girl. She likely saw Folly run into town and not be seen for the rest of the day. If she strains her memory enough, she'll remember Folly mention in passing how funny she found Andromeda Aldrich's museum to be. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Location Unknown[/b][/i]

	Liam's words do not seem to inspire any feelings of [i]calm[/i] in the hooded figure. She continues to writhe, scream, and shriek at the top of her lungs. If her face were not concealed, perhaps beads of sweat would be seen gliding down. Or perhaps there is no face under that cloak at all. It is not immediately clear. However, as he pulls at the chains, he will realize that they are made of iron. Nothing in the room will immediately strike him as a key or useful to open them, with the heaviest object being a stapler. He'll need to get creative with that to break the chains, but it's possible. 

	Luckily, the salt circle seems to be in tact. But with the hooded figure's cries, Liam cannot hear the door to the room open, though he will notice light spill in. A tall, nerdy looking figure gives him a jolly wave, smiling behind thick rimmed glasses. [color=red]"Fascinating," [/color][url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/a5f54a37d8eb00485a1be8f98904ec7a/tumblr_ntkaiqOp4a1uasa0go1_500.gif]he[/url] says. [color=red]"This is going even better than expected--she'll be quite pleased." [/color] Taking off his glasses and cleaning them on his shirt, he then smiles at Liam, his eyes turning black for a brief moment. [color=red]"A kumakatok, a prophet, [i]and[/i] let's not forget the mullo!"[/color] he chuckles a bit, before walking over towards Liam. 

	[color=red]"I know all about you, but damnit, I can't remember if we've met properly before,"[/color] he continues, smiling at Liam with a little shake of his head. [color=red]"Left the archangel at home, did we?"[/color]