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[code]The Reid Farmhouse – Main House[/code] [hr]

Min stayed silent as the group for the main house formed, observing the people around him. Britney’s response to the more mousey girl’s question confirmed that it was more than just a normal question. There was no way that was what she’d wanted to answer. What is something to do with the girl’s abstraction? Min wanted to know but didn’t know how to figure it out.

Their group ended up the largest, which wasn’t really a surprise. The main house would probably hold the most secrets – and even if it didn’t, Britney did. He followed everyone else to the house, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as Britney managed to get the window open. Plant powers, perhaps? He made a mental note of that. 

The more he knew about everyone’s abstractions the better.

Thankfully the questioning girl went in through the window and got the door open for them in no time. He was quick to move past everyone and into the house, brushing his hand along with door and nodding to Rita.

The images that came into his mind as he touched the door weren’t useful at all. He knew that John Reid had used it the most and when it had been made. Not information he really needed. He looked around the hall with a slight frown. Where would they even start?

“Does anyone know the layout of the house?” he turned to the group that he asked, but his gaze was on Britney. She was most likely to have an answer, after all.

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[code]The Reid Farmhouse – Garage[/code] [hr]

“I can’t promise anything about the drawings,” Rien grinned, though it was obvious she was joking rather than serious in response to Billy. “And it’s fine, no hard feelings.”

Then some other guy stuck his foot into the ground and damn. Rien was not prepared for that at all. They were beginning to think they had gotten the short end of the stick here. “That’s so cool, can you walk through walls like ghosts do in the movies? Wow.”

When they reached the garage, they couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh. “Of course this guy has a garage full of junk. Couldn’t just make our lives a little bit easier by leaving the important information lying around, could he?” 

At Kimberley’s suggestion that they searched the cars first, Rien switched on the flashlight of their phone and headed towards the truck. Billy seemed to have the other car pretty well covered. They went around to the open back, since they had no idea how to get into a locked car, and started looking through the stuff there. 

“I don’t think it matters if the car is in a shit state, a dead guy doesn’t need to drive!” Rien couldn’t help but call back, loud enough for the guy to here.

And then there was the sound of the trunk unlocking. Wow, efficient. There might be some stuff in there – though who would keep things in the back of the car they were working? The others could probably get that so Rien kept looking through the pickup truck.

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[code]The Reid Farmhouse –Barn[/code] [hr]

Caelea gave a nod of acknowledgment to the silver haired girl who said that she’d join (it seemed better to be polite, even if she didn’t know her). She then turned to Hagan with a roll of her eyes.

“Hey, asshole,” she retorted, though her tone was light and it was obvious she didn’t mean it. Unlike most of the people in this town she actually got on with Hagan. “Pretty sure that won’t be happening, I ain’t going to go weak at the knees just cause some ghost appears.”

Still, she was glad to have him along. It made her feel a bit more comfortable. Caelea could handle herself pretty well but sometimes you just needed a big guy with a baseball bat. She didn’t really believe in ghosts but she knew that Scott Reese was real and would rather not take him on.

“Even if it doesn’t affect the ghosts, I’m sure they’ll be scared by you’re attempts to hit them,” Caelea teased with a slight smile as she headed to the barn. They had quite a small group, but hey a group was better than none. And she kind of preferred it that way anyway. Less people to irritate her.

The inside of the barn wasn’t exactly pristine, but Caelea couldn’t say she expected any less when Hagan pulled open the doors. It had been left for however long. 

“Can’t say I like the idea of having to avoid shit while looking around,” she frowned, though the smell didn’t really bother her at all. It was just a bit of a pain.

Then the other girl that had tagged along asked for a stick to air out the place. Caelea didn’t quite know how that would worked since it was a big barn but whatever. It didn’t seem like anyone else was going to get something so she moved into the barn, avoiding most of the mess to grab a rake she’d spotted before coming back out. It was stick like enough. 

“Will this do?”

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 [code]The Reid Farmhouse – Outside[/code] [hr]
Tuyen couldn't help but feel a bit relieved as the other groups went towards their destinations, leaving just a few of them to watch. She was relieved that Min hasn't stuck around. It had been difficult enough spending the time immediately after the support group group without letting slip how difficult she was finding everything at the moment. Though he'd seemed happy enough just to fill her in and then talk about what he thought about it. Didn't really give her much room to talk which was fine by her.

She only caught her name from what Justin said, but was pretty sure it was just a greeting anyway. She shook away the distracting thoughts and headed over to him with a slight smile. "No you haven't. Hey, nice to meet you, I’m Tuyen.” Tuyen gave Claire a wave even as she realised it was kind of redundant to say her name when Justin had already said it. The taller girl was kind of scary looking, but in a kinda attractive way. That thought totally didn’t make her uncomfortable. [i]Disgusting.[/i] She wasn't so sure about the smoking buddy thing too, but hey she wasn't one to tell people what to do. 

The question was something that she had to give thought to. What did she think of the group so far? 

Weird. Mixed. [i]Intimidating. Judgemental. Difficult. Argumentative. A pain.[/i] She didn't know which thoughts were hers, and which were not.

"That's not exactly an easy question, Justin," Tuyen ran a hand through her hair. She wasn't really worried about what the two would think about what she said (aside from her constant self doubt) but it didn't mean she was sure of what to say. "There's a lot of people which goes without saying. I can't say that I like all the arguing and clashing personalities. I don't think I stuck around long enough earlier to really get a good read on the whole group. Some people some nice enough, others... I don't know. But I don't think that working together is going to happen. It's not a well formed group."

For once she let her more negative thoughts seep through into what she said, rather than just staying positive. It was hard to stay positive about a situation where a ragtag group was expected to save an entire time from some unknown creature. 

"I'm glad that I know some people in the group, at least, but I also know that some of them don’t work well with people." Min came to mind, but Tuyen didn’t say that out loud. Last thing she wanted to do was add more fuel to the fighting between those two. She gave a light shrug. "It’s hard to have much of an opinion on people I just met a few hours ago.”