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Jack had arrived at the island long before anybody else had. They took a boat, and he simply teleport across the water, onto buildings in the dark of night. In a [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1093010024927862824/1162944027298107452/b6f72b5930cd5b1e28f078db8b464529.png?ex=65e3e406&is=65d16f06&hm=1a955467d3bf9d470667c81b6d994c3766bb7039baf1f827c502586fe0a7a40a&=&format=webp&quality=lossless&width=290&height=618]grey robe filled with shadows,[/url] he stalked the festival unseen. Every couple of minutes, Jack would teleport away to another rooftop, or another alleyway to scope out the place. In one hand he held his channeler, an old book full of spells and magical knowledge that he had accumulated over the years. Between jumps, he stopped to comb through its pages, hoping to jog his memory. But alas, he couldn't find any mention of Raven Jones. The personification of the Pit's will? Easy. He had whole other books about the Pit. Sunshine Jones? She was a bit more elusive, but there [i]were[/i] stories about her being banished to the Pit, likely for a reason. But Raven Jones was an enigma. He had absolutely no idea who the girl was. Why was she important in all this? He could wrack his brain like this all day and reread every page in every book back home, but would he find anything else? 

Jack snapped the book shut, and slid it away under his garish costume. Pulling his phone out to check the time, he teleported around to get an idea of where everyone was.

A dusty rooftop near the docks; Anya arrived, and looked to be waiting for someone. Sloane, maybe? He pulled his phone back out and sent her a text.
[indent][code]I'm on the roof to your left. I'll meet you down there in a few minutes after I find the others.[/code][/indent]

He waved to get her attention. Once she spotted him, he disappeared.

A dim alleyway across a street; Tayla brought her kid and was talking to a stranger. Someone he didn't recognize, but Tayla could take care of herself.

Behind the corner of an old warehouse; Sloane and Linqian were arguing... Without killing each other. A surprise. He overheard something about Jinhai.
[indent][code]Don't kill each other. I'm checking on the others, but I will meet you and Anya by the entrance.[/code][/indent]

Back up on a roof by the drink line; Luca, Lila, Lynn and Jasper were in a bitchfest with 8th Street. He just happened to overheard Emily Reed throw out Lila's deadname. And then he saw her punch someone with a bird-like hand. Honestly, Jack didn't blame her for that. But he was vindictive at heart. So when everyone's attention was on Emily, their shadows reached up to grab an unattended bottle of red wine. Emily's goons wouldn't see it creeping up behind them, but the Sycamore members would definitely see the whole thing tip upside down, and dumb all of its contents over Emily's head. The empty bottle clattered to the ground before anyone could turn around and find a culprit.

And then, he was gone again.

Lila's phone would go off, as she received a text message from Jack, almost immediately after the incident.

[indent][code]It must have been the wind.[/code][/indent]

Suddenly, Anya was no longer alone, as Jack came into existence near her. He pulled his hood down as the shadows produced by his magic faded, revealing the usual frazzled face she knew.

[color=6644ff]"I have good news and bad news. The good news, is that Sloane and Linqian are having a conversation that hasn't devolved to death and destruction. The bad news is that 8th Street are here, and Emily Reed picked a fight with Lila. But Luca, Lynn and Jasper are with her, and I embarrassed her in front of them without being seen. I think they'll be fine."[/color] He has a mischievous look his face, which implied he was clearly [i]quite[/i] pleased with his deeds.

[color=6644ff]"Shall we?"[/color]

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[indent][indent][color=00ff98][i]I am feeling generous this week, so all assignment deadlines are extended, and there are no new ones this week. Enjoy the holiday, and don't worry about this class for a few days. If anyone needs me for anything, expect email responses to be delayed for the next two days.

-Professor Carson
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Stormy shot off an message through the website that the college used. In the last two days he had managed to grade over 30 essays and send them back with comments. This was the first year he didn't format his class around a physical, in-person system, but it seemed to be working out so far. More people attended it than the previous two years, which was definitely a good sign. He looked up from the boat he was riding towards the island and put away his phone as he arrived. Others went in elaborate costumes, but Stormy had showed up in nothing more than his usual rugged aesthetic with a single difference: A headband, with a pair of [url=https://imgs.search.brave.com/FzeDnVo3B8Z8kANgLev1jhz7kjUJ4ciNT_KtV6v4vkY/rs:fit:860:0:0/g:ce/aHR0cHM6Ly9pLnBp/bmltZy5jb20vb3Jp/Z2luYWxzL2IzL2Zl/LzEzL2IzZmUxM2Rh/N2E1MWRlNmVlNDg5/NTMzMGZmNzMwZDky/LmpwZw]comically large cat ears.[/url] 

His sense of fashion truly knew no parallel.

It was intentionally bad, sort of a humorous costume rather than a good-looking one. Stormy stepped off the harbor and into the festival. He first took a walk to remember where everything was, since he hadn't been here in literally a decade. All the lights, all the people, it reminded him of what they protected during darker times. And it reminded him to enjoy what they all had while they had it. But these types of days were no fun when spent alone, so Stormy decided he should look for someone.

He mad his way across the island until he got to the ferris wheel, and then kept walking until he saw Luca, and Jasper dressed in... Interesting costumes. Lila and Lynn were there too and Stormy was just about to actually walk over until he saw Emily Reed. Keeping his distance for a moment, no one looked particularly happy, at least not in a genuine way. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but Stormy had a pretty good idea when Lila fucking clocked her across the face.

And then a bottle of wine magically floated over her head and defaced that dragon getup of hers. He saw a cloaked figure up on a roof, which held a finger to its face. Or rather, where its face would've been. Stormy nodded, just before the figure teleported away.

[color=00ff98]"Why am I not surprised..."[/color]

That was his cue to walk over. 

Stormy closed the distance, walking up to the small crowd and immediately getting everyone's attention. [color=00ff98]"It seems somebody had one too many drinks tonight,"[/color] he joked. [color=00ff98]"You've got a mean swing, by the way- I saw that. So, what seems to be the problem here? I didn't know Lila was fond of punching people, these days."[/color]