[center][hr][hr][img]https://image.ibb.co/hHTZ3p/pro.gif[/img][hr][color=536d78][b]Date:[/b][/color] Monday May 23rd, 2017[hr][/center] [color=ed1c24]*You can call for a roll before you post or you can leave a roll request at the end of your post and your results will be placed in the next update. You are allowed to get a roll during your post and place another at the end of your post.[/color]

	[color=998849]Special Note: Oh my.... As the characters start looking around, they are going to notice something odd. You know how your vision gets after you rub your eyes for too long? Things seem to have that haze over them? Like looking through a bit of a fog? Yeah, that is how everything is looking right now. [/color]

[color=536d78][b]Indiana (Heading For Grimm):[/b][/color] Adelaide nodded. Her family was Italian, at least Italian decent. Her was actually rather proud of her family's heritage. So much in fact that after her accident in college she had a tattoo of the families coat of arms done on her back to cover the scaring. Only one she had but it was huge and covered the majority of her skin. It was a way of healing for her. As far as Chris had gone, that was still up for debate but she had her theories. Ones she had tried not to think about after Riley shot him back during the reunion. "He wanted to be a famous movie director in High School, I don't know, maybe he thought if he did this it would make him famous. And it did, in the worst way possible," she said as she continued to drive. After years of visiting Cynthia in the mental ward, she learned to never really try to figure out the mind of the crazy. It just brought you to bad places. "Yeah, go ahead," she added when Robert mentioned he wanted to take a nap. Adelaide reached up and rubbed her eyes, did she not get enough sleep last night? Why was everything looking weird?

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Asylum Sub-basement):[/b][/color] Alicia felt something and smirked. [color=82ca9d]"Papi,"[/color] she said as her eyes unclouded and went clear. Looking at Priya, Alicia now had a better idea of what was going on. She wasn't sure but at least knew one thing. She was still technically dead, and well technically was the best way to be right then. Picking up a rusted and half crushed empty soda can from the trash that dotted the old floor Alicia twisted and ripped it. [color=82ca9d]"Girl, I'm fuckin' dead. Not crazy,"[/color] she said as she took the jagged edge of the can and tried to cut herself. The skin didn't pierce at first. It took a lot to hurt a Paradox. They were a bit tougher skinned and healed a bit faster. Pushing down hard and twisting she finally broke skin. Pulling it away there was blood, then it dried and the cut began to heal. 

	Looking over at Riley she smirked. [color=82ca9d]"Thanks, I try. It's the Latina in me, we age well,"[/color] she joked. Alicia always was a bit different. Moving with Riley, Priya is having a hard time finding a trail now. Thing is, she is damn sure she should be able to pick up on one. Did the thing just vanish into thin air? Because with the floor, the dirt, the trash, the way things echo down here, there is not way in hell that whatever they were following could not have left some sort of trail. 

	The elevators are not working but there are stairs and the door is open. Alicia stops as everything seems to shirt and her vision gets a little blurry and everything feels like she is looking through a haze. [color=82ca9d]"Oh fuck that can't be good. Wish I knew what the hell was goin' on Chica. Shits gettin' weird,"[/color] she said as she kept walking. That was an understatement, and if Alicia was calling something weird then just damn. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (Tinder House):[/b][/color] Zoie looked over towards Mali and nodded. She was about to round the corner and try to see who the hell was here now. Then she had to stop and rub her eyes. Everything seemed to take on a haze. "What in tarnation?" she muttered to herself. Maybe she had something in her eyes. Then she heard voices. It wasn't like Caesar was being quiet, hell he was yelling. "Wasn't that the Mexican who lives in your building?" she asked as she peeked her head around the corner as their SUV backed out and started heading towards the Asylum. They would be there within five minutes. It wasn't a long drive. Zoie lowered her weapon and started walking back around to the front of the house as the SUV drove out of sight. "What the fuck is goin' on around here?" she asked. Not really to Mali but to herself and well the universe in fucking general. She still couldn't get her vision to clear up. 

[color=536d78][b]Grimm, Indiana (The Asylum - Outside):[/b][/color] "Yeah, thanks Dad," Roy said to Cecily with a chuckle. Well if he was the lady, she had to be the guy. :P Cecily is managing to keep cool about everything, which is real damn good because as her and Roy push into the Asylum and see the place looks rather abandoned, like not recently abandoned. Like it has been sitting here frozen in time for the last fifty years abandoned. Roy stops and rubs his eyes. "I think I got dust in my eyes," he said as he rubbed his eyes but that wasn't helping. Blinking he kept his gun up and tried again to look around. That blur in his vision wasn't going away. "I feel like I just stepped into the damn Twilight Zone...."