[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=910A1C][center]Ivanna (Brendan)[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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Location: Château de La Lune:
Skills: N/A
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Brendan waited with Millicent to see if any of the people they wanted to talk to would show up. They wanted to just skip right to searching Renee's room. The prospect of being caught was scary, but the anxiety now of waiting for those moments almost seemed worse. They found themself wanting to call Superfetch, but who knew if the call would go through? Brendan still could not remember where their phone was anyway. Half their brain was racing to make sense of things, and half of it was just trying to turn off completely. Maybe Millicent could think enough for both them of them and they could just go in autopilot and follow Millicent's lead. It was a tempting idea, but probably not good to cease thinking for oneself right now, assuming there was a non-mermaid killer still among them. 

Brendan's mind kept returning to the notes. Did everyone have them? Did staff? They should have asked Felix. What were other people's notes about? Were they all the same thing as Brendan's? Was that the real reason they'd been chosen? What was Millicent's? What was Renee's? 

Or did Renee not have one? Was she the note-leaver? Was that why? Brendan was so close to asking Millicent about her note. The only hesitation Brendan had was knowing that if they asked Millicent what hers was, she'd probably ask Brendan what theirs was.