[center][color=FF6347][h1]Charlotte Wardwell[/h1][/color]
[color=FF6347]Time[/color]: Afternoon
[color=FF6347]Location[/color]: Apartment #405, Northern Residential Area (East of the University)
[color=FF6347]Interaction[/color]: Dante [@FunnyGuy]
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Charlotte didn't seem to snap awake as her very apartment was broken into, though as Ash tugged on her blanket the sleepy witch was roused from her unintentional slumber bit by bit. Whilst tightly wrapped up in her cocoon of comfort, however, she reached a hand up and rubbed her eyes before looking at the source of the tugging. Without skipping a beat she reached over to try to pat the dog on the head before sitting up on the edge of the couch and letting out a casual yawn. It seemed she either hadn't registered what was going on, or perhaps she thought she was still dreaming? Either way, however, as Charlotte looked about herself and back towards the door her gaze paused heavily on Dante standing there...with a gun...and her door wide open. 

Oh. 

OH!

[b]OH!!![/b]

[color=FF6347]"What the hell is going on?! Why are you in my apartment??? Cops, somebody, police!"[/color] the suddenly very startled girl exclaimed rather aloud, reeling back as the tugging of the dog pulled her back a bit too much and caused the blanket-clad witch to fall back onto the carpeted floor with a light 'thud', [color=FF6347]"Oww..."[/color]

[i][color=orange]'Called it. Someone came looking, and the dolt didn't put up any kind of defensive barrier...not even something for werewolves. Just passed out on the couch. But [b]SOMEONE[/b] had to keep her busy with pleasant dreams.'[/color][/i]

[i][color=lightblue]'...In mine defense, eet vas helping her rest more easily.'[/color][/i]

[i][color=orange]'And where did just letting her sleep idly by get us? Unprepared and caught with our pants down.'[/color][/i]

[i][color=yellow]'...Did'st thou change thine accent once more? 

Regardless, this argument was only prior valid, thus thine discussion beest wholly unnecessary in this particular predicament. Mayest I direct our attentions to the intruder so brazenly in the room?'[/color][/i]

[color=brown][i]'[b]THERE IS SOMEONE WITH A GUN HERE GET OFF YOUR ASSES EVERYBODY[/b]! You too Charlotte, sweetie, so please don't go and die on us or yourself (same thing really...) right now, ok?'[/i][/color]

She had no idea what was going on, but it was something not good. Not maybe if she could untangle herself from the blanket she could make it to the phone at least. Just like any normal person would maybe try if someone was in their apartment. Then again he was also armed and not talking...maybe magic? She couldn't borrow from the others again in this case unless she wanted to be homeless or more pressingly passed out again in sleep the moment after casting. 

Telekinesis! That'd do the trick, she just had to toss something at the guy! Freak him out like any 'normie' could be, get him running and declared insane by the cops! Maybe that would work...again. Albeit last time it had happened elsewhere, so it wasn't as if this wouldn't be a new claim for 'some rando' to make to the cops here(hopefully). 

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[center][color=FF1493][h1]Valya Karaznov[/h1][/color]
[color=FF1493]Time[/color]: 5pm
[color=FF1493]Location[/color]: Alexei’s
[color=FF1493]Interaction/Mentions[/color]: Vivian [@Pink Khione], Finn [@Milkman] Ylva [@13org] (I hope i got this format right! XD)[/center] 

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...This area really was getting to be more interesting by the hour. 

Despite her classy enough attire, a beautiful silken black dress with the accompanying jewelry and long sleeves, the idea to find a nice local bar had come to mind after swiftly wrapping up her time at the park. She'd been there a while already to soothe the need for fresh air, but all the same the sights and sounds and such of human civilization had their own charms that she couldn't stray too far from. Plus she'd tasted enough local brews and hooch to know America at least had some entertaining flavors going on with their alcohol. Albeit she had missed the whole Prohibition-era things going on in the past, so this was the perfect time to see if the alcoholic tradition here was developing any! It had to beat anything super-ancient grain beer had going for it, at least as far as the ancient 'middle east' had ever been concerned. 

However, on her approach Valya raised an eyebrow at the scene unfolding just outside of her destination. Primarily that of the broken glass door. Not something she assumed was too out of place, or too old of an incident at least, given the lack of police sirens and cars pulling in right now. Either way it spoke to this place having some 'character', and was enough to interest her a bit more than she already was. She'd picked this place at random anyways, so this just made it all the better! 

The six foot tall woman poked her head through the door, giving a simple wave towards the bar as if the whole scene right inside wasn't that concerning to her at all. In fact, she only at all lightly clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she looked at the unconscious man before looking back up with a generally pleasant expression on her face. 

[color=FF1493]"Is the bar still open? Heard it has some good local drinks...though it seems I missed some of the fun already. Booh."[/color]