[center][h3] [/h3][/center][h3][hr][color=#38547C]Keaton Plasse[/color][/h3][hr]
If anything, Keaton would say that she was calmer after the Faceless dropped by. While they clearly hadn’t told the entire truth, they’d told their truth, and that was enough for Keaton to work with for the moment. Before them, she wasn’t too sure where she should look or what sources she should tap. After them, she had Arianna and Caroline, knew that long-time ship boarders like Eli didn’t know much else. For now, then, it was waiting until she could figure out a time and place to talk to Caroline, or strike gold and find Arianna before one of her chip-wielding allies. That she ended up coming up with nothing good on Arianna before Homecoming was just testament to the woman’s intelligence, Keaton felt, and there was no way someone so shrewd would try and use the Promise’s own plan against them. Such would be too cliche, too expected because it was unexpected. 

So, because Keaton felt that she could count on Arianna to continue laying low until after Homecoming, she also felt that she could loosen up a bit. Just enough to go do some normal things like shopping and watching movies and chatting without planning her questions or paying attention to the time. Eli, while not extremely helpful in terms of providing new information, was proving to be someone Keaton could see herself getting along with in the long run. She was less pent up and more freewheeling, but those were traits Keaton admired in her current world of secrets and unknowns. In an effort to encourage Lynn to loosen up a little too, Keaton had introduced the two under the pretense of food, which seemed to be a pretty good way of getting through to Lynn. Whether or not Keaton was successful on that front remained to be seen, but judging by the text that just popped up on her phone, Keaton figured she’d done alright.

A few more texts set the stage for the night: Eli was at the campground party, Lynn and Amelia were looking for a party, and Archie and Natalie were going to one of the official Homecoming dances. The last part was a guess, but Keaton didn’t need her powers to confirm it. The move for her was clear: The campground party, where there wouldn’t be a slew of awkward teens struggling to toe the line between dancing and stepping on each other’s feet, was where the party would be. Though Lynn was technically a high schooler, Keaton couldn’t even imagine herself trying to survive a school Homecoming dance, much less Lynn. Homecoming was a time for friends, classmates, and dates, and Keaton hadn’t bothered much with any of those. Going stag to a dance full of strangers sounded like the opposite of fun, especially when said strangers were likely underage and overly drunk.

[quote=To Lynn][i][b]Keaton: [/b]Campground by the forest. Eli’s waiting [/i][/quote]
[quote=To Amelia][i][b]Keaton: [/b]Headed to a party at the campground, see you there if you’re in[/i][/quote]
[quote=To Eli][i][b]Keaton: [/b]Lynn and I are headed over, and maybe a plus one. Don’t get wasted without us![/i][/quote]
With her texts sent, Keaton glanced over her outfit in the mirror again. A loose black tee with some obscure band print on it, tucked in the front into her white jeans that matched her white sneakers, which hadn’t been truly white in a while. To dress up what she would have otherwise called an everyday outfit, she’d thrown on a pair of gold hoops to go with her gold studs and necklace. Hoops were somewhat of a miracle worker for Keaton, dressing outfits up with minimal effort. While she’d be hard-pressed to wear them to class, wearing them out for an evening with friends or to a black tie party were both viable options.

As Keaton pondered her last-minute additions, picking lip gloss over lipstick, she looked back at her closet, hesitating. It’d be chilly tonight, with the breezes in the woods. A denim jacket would suit her well. So, purposely not dwelling too long on it, she pulled the denim jacket from the back of her closet and headed out. 

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While the party seemed to have spread everywhere along the streets, there was a brief moment of calm as Keaton headed towards the forest where the campground was. Soon enough, though, she made out the sound of music and conversation through the trees, and she briefly wondered whether it’d be too late to meet up with Lynn before heading in. It’d been a while since she’d been to a party, especially one of friends, and this was a party of Eli’s friends. How old would the people there be? How hyped, how chill? Based on how Eli was, though, Keaton figured she didn’t have much to worry about, and with a final breath she headed in.

A few lanterns here and there provided minimal light, and Keaton made out the figure of a small crowd by the campfire. Walking over, she waved and smiled at a few strangers, deducing which shadow was Eli and patting her on the shoulder. 

“Boo, hey, nice place you got here,” she said, grinning. “So, where’re the drinks?”