[center][h3][b][color=97aaad]Phan Le Chi Mai[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/Z1ENXTzr1L9SbYKr5i/giphy.gif?cid=790b7611698e917f12877a3dc4dcf63e937ea43745920e4a&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][hr][b][color=97aaad]Location:[/color][/b] The Field (School Carnival) - ???
[b][color=97aaad]Skills:[/color][/b] None Used!
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As darling Danni dragged Mai away from the Dunk Tank, she heard the crack and felt the panic. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Was that her fault? She could only spare a glance back toward the tanks before being urged forward by Danny, and Mai, seizing the opportunity, quickened her pace to get the fuck out of dodge before people realized that she just fucking merc’d the headmaster with her badass throw. Danny, lost in the Sinister-brand sauce, was uhm…fanboying? Nerding out? Like, she knew that he was on about [i]something[/i] she could clown, but for fuck’s sake she was lost. Clones? Was Coulson a sheep?

When the topic moved over to pet names for Margaret Carter Institute’s hottest new icons, Mai perked up though. [color=97aaad]“Mm…yeah, no, Sabril’s out. It makes me think of gills and that makes me feel violently ill. I don’t hate Amcade, but I’m pretty sure I only like it because I know Beanie would hate it.”[/color] Mai added to Danny’s ramblings, working out her own grey matter to come up with SOMETHING cute. [color=97aaad]“A…bean? Abean? Apribean. Sapril…bruh, what the fuck, how the fuck are they supposed to work out if they’re names don’t even go together cute?”[/color]

[color=97aaad]“Aggie’s…bruh.”[/color] Mai said, shaking her head. [color=97aaad]“It’s over there.”[/color] Mai said confidently, pointing off towards her right before squinting, thinking it over, then turning around, shifting her finger and adding, [color=97aaad]“No, wait, fuck, it’s over uhm…”[/color]

Looking around at the crowd of people moving past them, Mai realized that she also had no idea where the fuck they had been going, nor did she have any idea what Aggie’s tent even looked like, having never visited it in either of her other carnival days.

[color=97aaad]“Dude, how the fuck are we actually getting lost in a [i]field?[/i]”[/color] Mai laughed, giving up. She wasn’t tall enough to see over the people, let alone the booths. How was she supposed to find the witch’s hut?
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[center][h3][b][color=de641d]Teddy Thompson[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media1.giphy.com/media/IQ9KefLJHfJPq/giphy.gif?cid=ecf05e47zmucl65wvm0lqsnrw3vjxrpujakf2rpf39nxjwe6&rid=giphy.gif&ct=g[/img][hr][b][color=de641d]Location:[/color][/b] Stark Hall - Stairwell | Hallway
[b][color=de641d]Skills:[/color][/b] None Used!
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Resigning himself to make the big descent, Teddy stopped when he heard something down the hall. The door between the stairwell and hallway hadn’t yet closed all the way when the sound of knocking bounced across the walls. Teddy peered through the window at the person standing outside one of th- wait…that was his and Percy’s room. Was it somebody looking for the younger Novikov? It would just be rude to leave them knocking on a door that wouldn’t be answered. Teddy reached out to grab the door, opening it once more when the voice called out his name.

[color=de641d]“I’m sorry, did I hear you calling for me?”[/color] Teddy asked from the doorway, softly so as to avoid startling his solicitor. [color=de641d]“How can I help?”[/color] he added as he searched the person’s face, trying to pull a name from the void that was his memory. Some people were good with faces, others good with names. Teddy was equally terrible at both. It’s why he kept the journal. It helped him organize his thoughts, so that he wouldn’t be caught flat-footed when confronted with somebody he ought to already know. A situation, for example, exactly like the one unfolding before him. Teddy silently vowed to expand his notes as he awaited the pitch.