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[h3][color=8dc73f][i][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center (M) 
[i][b][color=8dc73f]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	The trial of Hunter was a complete and utter mess. Amelia’s initial feelings on the matter was that it shouldn’t be dealt with such parading around, but it wasn’t her rule to make. Then there were all the questioning and now well the moment they started questioning the man himself everything just fell apart. Not that she had too great a confidence in him, biases not withstanding, but when on the position to be questioned, he just appeared to snap. It was like the man got under his skin and then Hunter was just rambling things that at times contradicted or just didn’t make sense. But then again this was to be a human… still him speaking the way he was, wasn’t doing anything for his cause in her eyes.

	Amelia originally wanted to just let him live and maybe even allow him to be kept around, the enemy you know and all that. Better him here under eye rather than out there, doing whatever. However as his rambling continued and some rather damning things were said, even if he was denying that he’d ever do those, she began to wonder and a tiny itsy bitsy shard of paranoia reared it’s ugly head once more. Can they allow him to live? She’d be a hypocrite if she denied ever making contingency plans while in quarantine and afterwards. She practically slept with a chair in arm’s reach because it was the only improv weapon they currently had at hand at their home. 

	The proceedings now, all the word spoken, emotions and thoughts revealed, finally put Amelia in deep thought. How did she prefer this play out after all? Was her original idea of just keeping him under watch and around viable? Was he more dangerous out of the gates? Was the final solution the best one for the safety of everybody? Her mind raced mile a minute, going in loops and circles, trying to reach a conclusion. She didn’t like this.
	
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[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]Lisa Mason[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Housing(X)
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Everybody had different ways of coping with grief and in Lisa’s case, she didn’t want to currently wake up from hers. The world inside the dream was perfect, well as perfect as it could be in a Victorian Era fairy tale adaptation. Mansion inside the dream was huge, she and dream Lucy got to experience all manner of things while they were doing their jobs. Then there was the fact that they were helping the proverbial Cinderella to win Prince Charming. Granted there were no glass shoes involved in this case, no fairy godmother either, but with a bit of hardwork on the maids’ part and kind meanings, they got the girl suited and prettied up for the ball. Adding a bit of help from the rest of the manor’s caretakers and the rightful heir was the most beautiful girl at the Ball! 

 It was perfect story, weird vampire zombie creatures roaming the street here and there not withstanding… Weird dreams were weird, but hey, Dream Lucy and Lisa got to beat one to death with frying pans at one point when it made their way inside the manor via the back door for some reason and following that there were some weird duel going on in the reception hall of the manor while everybody was simply dancing… Weird dreams. 

 [color=f7941d] “Ughhh… this is the last time I duel off vampire zombies with a frying pan while dancing waltz…” [/color]She groaned, sleepily, rubbing her eyes for a moment, before they snapped wide open. [color=f7941d]“Wait what?”[/color] She blinked in confusion, before scurrying off to grab the paper she had left nearby to write that shit down. There were some things that you just didn’t think of while awake and you better not let them go after you wake up.