[center][color=darkgray][b][sub]C H A P T E R  T W O : MISTLE MISTERY  [/sub][/b][/color]
[b][color=Indianred][sup][h1]ON THE ROAD[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]
[COLOR=Indianred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]ON ROUTE TO THE WAYFARERS[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]February 25[sup]rd[/sup], 2057  |  09:05am[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]
For the past several minutes the only sounds inside the van were coming from the van itself. Engines buzzed, the occasional road bump jostled the people inside. It didn’t seem to stir up any conversation. Renee had hitched a ride with the bunch, wanting to discover what happened to They were passing by some unassuming ruins. Suddenly the sound of multiple successive explosions burst through the silence. 

Erik hit the brakes hard, rewarding him with a string of curses from his passengers. 
[color=Gold]“Don’t tell me I’m the only one who heard that?”[/color]

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[color=Lightcoral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Medical area 
[color=Lightcoral][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Vincent, Indigo

[i]Clink…..clink….clink….[/i]

Multi-colored shards of glass were discarded into a copper bowl filled with a shallow layer of now crimson water. The sterile medical environment along with Poppy’s stern expression wasn’t exactly encouraging of conversation. Vincent who was told to sit and be still and the new arrival Indigo were seated at one of the beds. Poppy carefully removed the smaller shards with a tweezer. As much as she was tempted to just leave them in, it would eventually get infected and Vincent wouldn’t be able to heal himself. Maybe that would finally teach him not to be as reckless. 

A few minutes went by. She did not hear the splashing of water coming from behind the curtains of Indigo's bed like she expected. The red haired Sidhe put down the tweezers and looked Vincent in the eye.
[color=Lightcoral]"Stay here and don't touch anything."[/color]

Poppy went over to Indigo's bed. She could vaguely see their shadow. It wasn't moving. 
[color=Lightcoral]"Do you need help?"[/color] She tried to keep the impatience out of her voice. While she was used to caring for multiple patients, both Vincent and Indigo did not take priority. If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't trust Vincent to be able to get out the glass himself, she would have one less thing to worry about. Indigo however. If the memory loss was so bad they didn't remember how to wash themselves she had to adjust her care. Poppy needed to determine exactly who she was dealing with.

For the ones remaining at the Crow's nest there were plenty of chores left to do. It would be wise to pick something to do, unless you wanted to get caught idling by Poppy. The job she'd ask you to do was usually ten times worse.