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Brie was pretty sure that she'd nodded off whilst everyone else had been talking. Or at least taken several microsleeps. It was Wills fault - he was far too comfy to lean against, the body heat that was radiating off him lulling her out of consciousness. That and she found planning extremely boring. Nothing ever went to plan on missions — she'd learnt that during the whole mafia shambles — so she didn't really see the point in making one to start with. Blinking, she looked up at Will as she caught mention of a bathhouse. Yes, that sounded good. Her whole body ached like she'd just run a marathon. She briefly recalled falling over and glancing downwards, she could see that there was a couple of bruises scattered across her legs. Well, she'd definitely done worse when she'd been drunk...even being abducted by a crazy roman dude didn't make it into her top five.

Trying desperately to stay awake, she glanced between the others as they continued to discuss their options, having nothing productive to offer in response. It was taking all of her concentration just to stand upright, her body still swaying slightly despite the effort. A rush of dizziness would intermittently overcome her, making the room look like it was going all topsy-turvy. She did manage to catch a few snippets of what they were saying but it was guaranteed that she would remember none of it. Oh well, she trusted the others to know what they were doing. They were all smart. Well, mostly. 

As she was absentmindedly nodding in agreement to Blakes declaration that they should split up, the television suddenly flickered into life once again. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the scene unfold, eventually having to dart her eyes away when the shocks were sent through the bodies of her two friends. Brie was used to shocking people, it was her job after all, but it was still difficult to see people she cared about in pain. She couldn't imagine how Angie must feel, watching her sister up there. Thankfully, they weren't forced to watch for long, the television soon fading back to black. [color=00aeef]"Stupid asshole...what sort of fancy dress costume is that anyway? He looks like a total poophead."[/color] She mumbled petulantly to herself. Hungover Brie clearly was not good with insults, having resorted to those that she had used as a five-year-old. The intention was there at least, even if the effect was extremely juvenile. Glaring at the now empty screen, a few sparks suddenly emitted from it as she short-circuited the system. It was too late but at least his dumb poophead face would stop popping up on the TV now. Or at least she hoped so anyway.

Slowly plodding after the others, her face fell when she left the temple. Even from this distance, she was able to catch a whiff of the stench that was emitting from the pack. It was disgusting and extremely overpowering. Did ogres (that was what they were called, right?) not shower or something? [color=00aeef]"I'm gonna throw up if I go near those things. They smell gross."[/color] Brie shook her head, her face paling as another wave of nausea overcome her. [color=00aeef]"Nope, sorry, no can do. Um... maybe we should go to the bathhouse like you said? It didn't look like they were near any water but there might be a clue or something?"[/color] Turning back to Will, she shot him an unsure smile before suddenly darting off in the direction of said bathhouse. At least, in the direction that she [i]thought[/i] it was in. She couldn't really remember what the map had looked like but she figured it had to be nearby. As long as she was far far away from the ogres, she didn't really care. 

[@Infinite Cosmos]