[hr][hr][center][h1][color=bf40bc]Rita Evans[/color][/h1][/center][center][img][/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=bf40bc][b]Location: Panic Prison[/b][/color]
[color=bf40bc][b]Interacting With: Consulting with the Consultant[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

"Well, it is February 29th! And looky that, it's exactly one o'clock!" she lied very, very unconvincingly. She cleared her throat and pressed herself closer to the door, "C'mon now, they said it's very important- look can I come in? I can carry you out if you like," she sighed, unsure herself if she was bantering with him or if she really was losing patience. Something about being so close to tasting proper adventure made Rita lose herself in the sea of her emotions. 

"Lives are at stake, y'know," she started, leaning very nonchalantly on the wall, "You could be a hero in the eyes of all," she teased. Did he even want to be a hero? Was that what's missing from his life? Or was it just more booze? Ah, the complexities of modern man. God, what was she even doing? Rita knocked harder on the door and begged, "Would you please come out? I'm sure I'm going to get scalped if I come back late and or empty handed so do it for me at least! The faster you get this over with the faster you can go sleep or do whatever it is you do." 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=6F7B70][b]Location: Top[/b][/color]
[color=6F7B70][b]Interacting With: Cecily and Sera [@Nallore][/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Dani somehow found himself edging towards the angel after he had helped her up. Wasn't too odd in finding comfort being next to a literal angel. Especially after you almost died and have also been staring at a headless, melted dog for the past however-long-its-been. Probably like 15 minutes,  felt ages to Dani. "I don't think I want to go back to my own time," Dani murmured, staring glassy-eyed at the entrance as that all too familiar chilly sensation brushed down his spine. "Isn't there somehow I could help? I'm- I'm a witch!" he stammered, one step away from grovelling at his feet, "And capable! I can survive anything from wildfires and demons!" The chill shocked him again, but he shook his head and ignored it. "I- I can help that woman!" he insisted as he hurried over and dropped next to Cecily, placing his hands on her and flowing the healing energies within her as he chanted his spell.

As he worked, the gears in his mind turned. What was he going to do? Life was turning upside down in his own town, would he want to go back to it? Should he insist to stay here? Should he just plunge into the sea off a cliff and join the Universe freed from his mortal coil? So many options, so little time.