[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 glanced back and forth between Millicent and Elenore. 

Millicent was taking a good lead, Brendan would try to follow it. Millicent was a performer too, he trusted in her ability. There was still an anxiety that tugged at the back of his mind, a strong pull that he couldn't shake free of, like that time his dress got caught on the stage doors at a drag competition he still had somehow won. What if Elenore was the killer? Would she kill two people at once? He could not let her get him away from Millicent. 

He decided to treat this like his short time in theatre. He had an objective in this scene, he would focus on that, every choice he made would lead back to it, and all his anxiety around whether or not Elenore was the killer was just backstory, motivation, not important in this moment. 

[color=910A1C] "Yeah," [/color] Brendan nodded, speaking gently after Millicent had finished, [color=910A1C] "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" [/color]

When he did drag or theatre, he always amazed the other performers by having near zero stage fright. He tried to recall that feeling, of bravery in the moment. If he just pretended this was a stage, a made up story, then maybe he could get through it.