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Location: Château de La Lune: Foyer
Skills: N/A





Sam raised an eyebrow at the comment about Jeanne’s cousin and her aptitude for playing the violin. He could tell that there was no good feelings between the two of them, given the way she was acting at the mere thought of him playing a duet with her. Either that or she just really hated hearing her cousin play the violin. ”Kinda already offered to play with her, it’d be a bit rude to pull that back now. Beside’s, I haven’t touched a piano in a bit myself, so maybe I wont sound so bad next to an out of practice violinist.” He tried to joke, but whether or not it landed that way he had no idea. After all Sam was almost useless at these social gathering type events. ”Though I am curious, you say she hasn’t played in months…why? From the markings on her chin I would’ve thought she played every day if not more. Did something happen to make her stop?” Did the death of a member cause her to lose the music within? Or perhaps she was just too busy to play anymore. Sam had no idea how the wealthy lived their lives or what they did within their spare time. But something had to give for her to quit what had appeared to be a passion of hers.

Sam sat back in his chair, thinking about which of the locations he would want to meet Jeanne at. Which ones they could get away with as well. It was definitely strange to hear another member of the family died the exact same way as Renee had. ”We can start on the stairs then maybe, assuming there isn’t some sort of roving patrol that checks the house at night. Would hate for us to get busted before we even began. Though I have to wonder, do you know who all was present in the house the night your great-grandfather died? See if they might know something of the incident, perhaps there was a scent or sound something that could help to trigger an event as we investigate. The more information on a spot, the higher the chances are that we can actually catch something. It takes a lot of research to help find spirits, even more so to attempt to trigger any events and findings. So any information on what could’ve been the first in a line of stair related accidents would be real helpful in our investigation tonight. From there we can move towards the attic, then maybe wine storage given the places history, and then finally the basement. Those area’s could have remote camera’s too, easier to video a room no one should access at night than a staircase others may use.”


Dorian Gray


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items: Anti-telepathy Sword, Percy sex bracelet, KG bracelet (whaaaat? Where'd that come from. Weird)
First Day Fit: Teal Long Sleeve Shirt, Lightwash Jeans, Black Bandana around his neck, and the Excelsior Jacket


Dorian held Percy even tighter as he had begun to spoke. He let go enough to be able to look down at his face as he thought on what to say about why Percy had left. ”Of course ‘e was in a fight. Why would I t’ink t’at -” Dorian cut himself off from what he was about to say. It went against everything he was taught, everything he grew up believing. He wanted to say how could he expect anything more from someone who was a heartless bully. That that kid could never change and would never change and that by fighting right after what just happened only showed to highlight his true colors. But that wasn’t right, right? Unless ofcourse Chase was to be the SELENE of this generation. The one darkness that cannot be brought to the light. His powers certainly felt like it, and Selene was a Titan Goddess of the Moon, one who controlled night and time and shadows. Maybe his powers were a hint for what was to come, for the true evil lurking beneath the sheep's wool. Chase very well could be the reason his vision comes true in the end. He’d have to ask Nemo next time he saw him, after…he tells everyone about the dream he had this morning. Merde.

”Lets try and forget about ‘im for now ok? You and I can still ‘ave a wonderful time ice skatin’ and tryin’ out all the winter festivities. Besides, if we do run into ‘im at any point I can always win out in t’e fight. ‘E wont be able to touch a ‘air on yours or anyones ‘ead while I’m around.” Dorian looked over back towards the entrance of the Ice Rink, back towards where the skate rentals were and the large sheet of ice between them and there. He’d made it semi safely over once, he wasn’t ready to push his luck a second time. Especially if Leah and her massive skates would be around to potentially chop his hands off. ”But maybe you can take up over to the skate rental first? We need blades to skate.”



Chase Bernard


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items:
First Day Fit: Flannel, Jeans, and Vans


Chase felt his phone go off in his pocket as he watched his boyfriend flop down onto his bed and begin to emotionally unpack the events of todays morning. Which was an insane thought to him that so much had happened already in such a little amount of time. A part of him wondered if every day was going to be like this. Action packed non stop moments where one could hardly breathe let alone take a step without walking into some sort of super shit. It seemed that Ben was echoing his sentiments as well, watching as he paced back and forth within the space, rambling on about everything and comparing to what life was like back home. A hand went up against his jaw, the sting of the punch still there as he quietly moved his lower jaw to evaluate how bad the pain and damage was. Home. That’s what it felt like. He jolted slightly, out of his thoughts and back into the present as Ben wrapped his arms around him before making sure he was ok. ”Yeah…that was a little crazy for what isn’t even technically a first day of school. Danni did warn me that her fists were primed for fighting at almost every hour of the day. Can’t fully blame her, I mean…look at her, she’s one more Hot Topic trip away from becoming a mall rat herself to escape a bad home life. She’s a tough shell, which means she’s a softie at heart who doesn’t know how to express it. Don’t be too harsh on her ok? Besides, I’m fine. They didn’t do any real damage, I mean…did you know that when a bone breaks it comes back stronger than before? Which means that my ribs are pretty near indestructible at this point, courtesy of my dad of course, it’s practically a super power on its own. No discount Shadow the Hedgehog is gonna go breaking them any time soon.” With Ben off the bed, Chase felt as if he could focus on whoever messaged him, noticing that Ben had done the same.

The stream had started, the sounds of Danni and April’s voice coming over the speakers as they tried to figure out how they were meant to stream and go at the same time. Too many moving parts and not enough hands. Chase couldn’t help but laugh and roll his eyes as the antics before typing into the chat for Danni to see. Hey it’s not boyf stuff, but we’re here in spirit watching your stream. Let me give you a hand with that. Chase looked around the visuals from Danni’s stream to find a workable shadow, feeling out for it before he felt the snag as he pulled on the shadow cast by Danni’s arm and solidified it into another pair of arms to hold the phone out ahead of them. Guess I’ll play the part of bf in the stands again. Lets see you break that world record. A notification banner ran across the top of Chase’s phone, a new message from Percival that simply had a red heart in it. Seems he took his message well, good. Chase tapped on the notification, shrinking Danni’s video into PIP mode as he typed back to Percival.

Beyond that he wasn’t sure what to say, what to type. The cursor sat there for a moment, his thumb scrolling back up to past messages to see the way they used to be, to see the way they used to speak before all of this. There was nothing more he could say, he hit send and maximized the video of Danni to try and push all that away. ”Mind making me a cup too Ben? I think I could use one right about now.”


Dorian Gray


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items: Anti-telepathy Sword, Percy sex bracelet, KG bracelet (whaaaat? Where'd that come from. Weird)
First Day Fit: Teal Long Sleeve Shirt, Lightwash Jeans, Black Bandana around his neck, and the Excelsior Jacket


Dorian shook his head, sighing. The truth was he wanted help finding him, but he also didn’t want to inconvenience the others while they were trying to have some fun. They all deserved to after everything they’d been through. ”T’anks for t’e offer Beanie, but you two keep skatin’. I’ll keep checkin’ around t’e ot’er spots, we said we’d meet up ‘ere and t’ought maybe ‘e’d already come by but…” His shoulders slumped, looking down at the icy floor where the two stood. Shock and embarrassment ran through him as he looked up at Leah with a befuddled appearance to his eyes. Did Leah just offer something…sensible? Merde, he really was panicking over this. Between the threat to ruin his sobriety and his old bully appearing from thin air and befriending his brother, it was a lot to wrap his mind around let alone the dreams he had that very same morning. ”I uh…I forgot about textin’ ‘im or callin’ I’m so sorry guys I shouldn’t ‘ave bot’ered you at all. I’ll shoot ‘im a -”

Across from the rink, behind Sabine and Leah, there stood his boyfriend, his lover, his Perce. Dorian’s face was somewhere betwixt the want to smile from joy and the urge to cry from relief to see that Percy was ok. ”’e’s ‘ere! ‘e’s alright, ‘e’s ‘ere! T’ank you two so much I’m so sorry to bot’er you two!” He rushed forward past them, running onto the ice rink without a single thought in his mind beyond going to see his boyfriend to both hug him and scold the ever loving shit out of him as well. Midway down the rink his shoes began to slip, with no skates on his feet it was hard to stay up, sliding with more speed than he cared to until he finally careened into the wall at the edge where Percy was at. ”Percy Novikov! Do you ‘ave any idea ‘ow worried I was about you? Why would you just leave like t’at?” Dorian flopped over the guard and into the snowbank behind it, getting up from the ground before making his way over towards his boyfriend and hugging him tightly. His voice softer now, kinder. ”Don’t you ever do t’at again you ‘ear?”



Chase Bernard


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items:
First Day Fit: Flannel, Jeans, and Vans


Chase noticed the way Ben had decided to avoid the question. Oh great, more drama with the school’s reigning champions. He was certain that wasn’t going to become an issue anywhere down the road. He was happy to hear that Ben wasn’t hurt however, tussling his hair as he asked for them to head back towards the room. At this point he wondered if he would ever get the chance to actually enjoy the campus’s festival or be cursed to be the punching bag of Excelsior’s finest while dodging hits within the confines of their dorms. His phone had gone off twice already, it felt rude, but he ended up pulling it out, putting one finger up in the air as he checked his messages to see who was pestering him at this moment. The first one was from Danni. It was short, sweet, and to the point. Very unlike him, and had he not seen Ben message him back he would’ve asked him if he was being held hostage somehow. The second message was from Percival. He hadn’t expected that. Hell he half expected his number to have been blocked all this time or even for him to have changed his own after a while. Yet here he was, old logs finally read and a new message in the inbox after what felt like an eternity. The message felt cold. Too formal, too long. It wasn’t the friendly chatter he was used to from him and that made it feel as if Percival was truly attempting to distance himself from him and not even care to try. Then again he couldn’t blame him if that was the truth of it all.



”Bless you.” Chase said to Andy without looking up from his phone as he was typing. Finally finishing off the message before locking his phone and placing it into his pocket. ”Sorry, that was Em - I mean Perci -” He sighed, shaking his head in annoyance at the whole situation. A privilege that wasn’t wasted on his notice that it was easier for him to wish to repair something he broke vs the person whom he broke. If anything it felt selfish to wish for that. ”Your roommate was texting me back about what I asked earlier, its a no go but we can go to my room and respect his boundaries. Got your cup and kettle there anyways already so no use having to enter your place k?” Chase shot Gideon a glare, having absolutely no idea where she was getting any of this from but deciding he didn’t need to correct her in the slightest. ”It’s ‘Your Royal Highness, The Prince of Avalon, Arthur the First, The Once and Future King.’ That’s his full title by the way. But I suppose if he ever decides to forgive you two and be friends then you can earn the privilege of calling him Ben. Until then, I shall see you two at the chocolate peaks frosted with powdered sugar when the Comrade Caster deems us climb Mt. Wonka to fetch the candied flowers. I wonder what they’ll taste like? You think that their stems are made of licorice?” Chase placed his hand on the lower back of Ben as he began to coral him back towards the dorms. ”Toodles.” He looked over his shoulder at Andy, giving her a wink before making a smug kissy face as shadows enveloped the pair of them and they vanished out of sight.






Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimore:
Skills:





Barty had been enjoying a smoke, his covenmates were busy doing Harkness knows what, clearly caring about having fun more than solving their mystery. He’d already managed to piece a few things together and said as much to them should they wish to discuss it further after class. Yet there he was with no one to bother him, his own twin tending to the very garden needed to help keep their magic alive. When the time finally came for lunch, Barty snuffed out his cigarette and tossed it into the nearest trash can. Making his way down the halls until finally he spotted the now incredibly full lunch room. Normally he would’ve turned on his heel and left, but his brother seemed to be there and with company to boot. Wonderful. He sighed, making his way over towards the table before stopping by right behind Cassie and taking her goblet to have a sip. Sugary sweetness ravaged his tongue and he placed the goblet back before opting to sit next to Willow. ”Headway, what an interesting choice of words given the current mystery and rumours rolling about of a newly found head.” Barty looked over to see what was in Willow’s goblet, eyebrow raised in curiosity at the strange liquid. It wasn’t quite milk, but something akin to it.

He picked up his own finally, whispering for it to conjure him a Belhaven Black. The meal seemed hardy today, breads and meats and grease, all that to say it called for a good stout to drink it over with. Barty took a large gulp of his drink, feeling the smooth texture of the dark stout coat his tongue before finally setting it down. ”Cal, dear you are more than aware that we carry a better selection of everything there. If you start allowing trash in then it only invites the riffraff and that is a classy establishment.” His eyes moved over towards Connie then Jake, one of his covenmates wasn’t eating with them and it wasn’t the one he wanted. Barty huffed, placing an elbow onto the table before resting his head into his hand, the other tracing a finger along the edges of the plate. ”Jack, you seemed to have changed your appearance a little. I hope you had time to think about our mystery as you seemed to have the time to play dress up.”


Location: Stands
Skills: Franklin





Franklin had joined in mere moments after Jake. He couldn’t apparate the way he did, so the path long trodden would have to do as he made his way over towards the dining hall. He’d wanted to sit with Jake and Rohan, but it seemed the two had different ideas. He could talk to Jake later, Rohan had needed his help and he was hoping they could expand a bit more on it. Frankie blew a tuft of his hair away from his face as he went and sat down next to Rohan. “ Well if he hadn’t wanted any company he certainly has it now. I actually wanted to pick your brain etoday on how soon you may want me to start on what we were discussing earlier Rohan. These things take time and I’m more than willing to start on it today so that the experimentations run their course. He’d almost not noticed Connie sitting near them, so focused on Rohan as he was, but her question caught his ear. ‘I’m with Connie on this one. Can we view the head? Can we work on the head? I may be able to help grant it some semblance of life and it can tell us how it came to be.”







Location: Château de La Lune: Foyer
Skills: N/A





Sam shook his head, taking a bite of his food as he tried his best not to talk while his mouth was full. ”I was actually talking to someone about potentially playing during it. She does Violin, I do Piano, we can do a duet to a song I know. It's a mixture of two types of Waltzes though I don't know if any of the nominees even know how to waltz. I'm just hoping that the dancers at least can and the rest can follow.” He grabbed another bite, contemplating with every chew of his food on whether or not to ask about Jeane's change in demeanor. She seemed sad, why he didn't know.

”We could always meet after it though. Late night hunts tend to be more fun in my opinion, though I warn you it's a lot of nothing sometimes. We tend to edit out the boring stuff when there's hours of no activity, so don't expect to have it be back to back excitement. Do you know any good locations here we could hunt at? I wouldn't mind trying the stairs or Renee's room, I…don't know if she'd be active but perhaps she is and can shed some light on what happened…I can only assume that's why you seem so sad right now.” Sam doubted it had anything to do with Renee's death and figured it had more to do with Miguel. Then again, she probably offered the same thing to him before he ‘stood her up’ which Sam knew why they hadn't met. Hard to do when you're dead.


Jake was bounding through the halls of Strange Academy with giddy glee. He had learned and seen so many new things that day! He loved his coven, they were all so cool! And he adored getting to work with Cassie, she was so nice!! He’d started exploring after their advisor session, stumbling upon some locations that he definitely wanted to revisit. There was one in particular that he had adored - it was a room filled with mirrors, with strange contraptions all about, and objects that fit into his hand so easily but were deceptively heavy. The ground had been strange too, an odd padding covering every surface, such a departure from the stone floors outside. There had been a giant ball, too - just the perfect height for him to sit on it and to bounce with glee. There had been smaller balls nearby, but those ones had been so incredibly heavy, it had been hard to pick them up and when he’d dropped them onto the ground, they thudded rather than bounced. And the crisp scent in the air - he couldn’t identify it, didn’t know what it was - but he was immediately smitten. When sleep evaded him, he would be returning to this strange place.

But for now, he was too excited by all the possibilities to remain just in one spot! So he zipped about through the halls, opening doors and peering inside, gasping with wonder at the incredible sights - and then squealing with delight as he opened one and saw one of his favorite people.

“Frankie!!! Hi, hi, hi!!! It’s me, Jake!!! What are you doing? Can I see? Can I help? I love helping! Please, please, please let me help!!” he begged, barreling his way inside the small room. It was a strange space, too, dimly lit except for a spotlight at the center. It was sparsely decorated, with a metal slab in the dead center, and rolling carts filled with what looked like tools. And on the slab, there was…

Jake’s eyes widened. “Is that a person? Is he okay??”

Frankie had some goggles over his eyes, though unlike others they had a magnifying feature to be able to see his sutures and work better while staying safe. His lab coat was closed, and some blood splatter was on the sleeves and torso as he worked, stopping at the sound of a familiar voice before he looked up to see Jake bounding in.

“ Oh hey, I'm not sure how much you'd be able to help but you can assist a bit if you'd like.”

Frankie grabbed the goggles with one hand, lifting them up and placing them onto his forehead.

“ Uh, Yes that is a person and no. They're dead. Only fo – have, pieces of them though. So I can't exactly perform a full resurrection. Was thinking of maybe detaching the hand and animating that instead to help out.”

Jake gasped. “A resurrection? That’s so cool! Can you resurrect me? What’s that?” He’d never heard of the term before but it seemed so exciting and he wanted to try! He bounded on up to Frankie’s side, a little bit of blood already having found its way onto his cheek, as he started to pace, circling the slab. “Do I have to wear a cool outfit like yours too? Do I get second eyes? Or do you have to be born with them? Were you born with them?”

Frankie laughed, placing one hand on his hip as he followed Jake with his eyes. “Usually yes, you would have to wear the proper gear to be working on something like this, but given I have no spares there isn't much to do. Really I just try and use it to keep my clothes clean. Some people find the sight of it all unseemly.” He shrugged.

“Oh, and no you don't have to be born with them you just have to buy some or make them yourself. They're quite pricey, but I'm sure Rohan would be able to make you some, or Annika. They're both pretty handy at crafting. And resurrection only works on the dead, youre plenty much alive and I'd like to keep it that way. You're…sweet.” Frankie looked away from Jake, turning back to his work to busy himself.

“Oh. But you look so pretty like this!” Jake gushed. “Why wouldn’t people like it? The red reminds me of some flowers I saw earlier, and flowers are really pretty, so you’re also pretty then!” he reasoned. Frankie looked so much more vibrant than everyone else, he wasn’t wearing dreary browns and muted greys and dull blacks. The red contrasted sharply to the white of the coat and it caught Jake’s eye, pulling his easily captured attention.

He picked up one of the body parts - a leg, he realized - and gave it a good sniff, before licking it. “Huh. Is this what all dead people taste like?” he asked. He didn’t know what to think about Frankie telling him he was sweet. The only thing he knew that was sweet had been the candy from the night before, and Jake hadn’t liked that at all. Was Frankie telling him he was like candy? He didn’t like that. He didn’t want to make Frankie feel like that.

“Please don't lick the body parts…or eat them for that matter. I'd caution against the brain the most, but the head’s missing so no use there. But if you do come across it don't lick or eat it.” Frankie held out his arm, placing it onto the leg as he tried to slowly lower it down and away from Jake's mouth. He was an interesting case, seemed to have absolutely no compass of any kind, no knowledge, yet the capability to speak. He recalled the wild magic surging inside of him, and he wondered if perhaps Jake was some manner of undead. It would explain the memory loss he supposed, but if that was to be a side effect of raising the dead…he would need to study it and find a way around it. No use reviving a loved one if they don't even know who they are.

“Why?” Jake asked simply, as he let Frankie guide the leg away from his mouth. Eating it would have been silly. He knew that he wouldn’t get much out of that. But licking it seemed harmless and safe - and it gave him so much information when he used his tongue! It was quickly becoming one of his favorite senses, taste - and not licking things to learn about them made as much sense as refusing to open his eyes and look at things, or refusing to touch them or smell them. “Is it bad to lick things? I’ve been licking a lot of things. I licked some stuff Connie made earlier - she even gave me some of it as a present afterwards, she was so nice!! Wanna see? I have it in my pocket, because I didn’t know where to put it - and I got a gift from Nicky. Two gifts!!”

“Mostly because there's chemicals used in preparing bodies that are harmful to you and others. We also aren't aware how they died and that also could pose a health risk to you if you licked the wrong thing. As a general rule of thumb, you shouldn't put anything in your mouth unless its meant to be there, like food or drinks. Even if it seems extremely tempting.”

Frankie understood that was how newborns helped to process information. But typically they had parents to minimize the amount of dangers that that would present. “Say, do you mind if I ask you a few questions while I work?”

Jake frowned, considering what Frankie had said. It was dangerous to put things in his mouth? Food and drinks were the only things meant to be there? That didn’t seem right. There had to be other things that were okay to go in his mouth. It seemed wasteful for it to just be food and drink - something he had no interest at all in. Why even have a mouth? And then, his expression brightened up. Talking! Of course! Words were the other thing to put in mouths! He giggled a bit at his own shortsightedness, before nodding. “Okay! No more things in my mouth!” he agreed.

But Frankie didn’t say anything else about touching, so he was happily picking up the different body parts, fiddling with them as he tried to understand them. Joints were very fun. He liked how bendy they were! More body parts ought to be bendy, he decided. “Yeah, you can ask me questions!! What do you want to know? I don’t know a lot of things but I can try!”

Frankie didn't mind Jake touching things. He'd long since decided the piece he cared about most was the wrist and hand he was currently holding. The rest would be preserved for later use. He held the hand up, goggles back in place, as he began to ask his questions, inspecting the hand all the while.

“How much do you remember? You seem to have some gaps of memory, I'm curious where they start.”

Jake had been about to list off everything he remembered, when Frankie clarified he just wanted to know where his memories started. That was easy at least! “Yesterday, when we were in that big hall with the key fish. That’s when I woke up!” He had shifted his task with the body parts, having moved on from playing with joints to instead trying to stack them to form a tower.

When he…woke up? That was certainly one way to put it. But even then. “Wanna play a game? It's called Doctor. You'll be my patient and I'll be your doctor.”

His eyes lit up. He loved games! He nodded eagerly, abandoning the small tower of body parts. His torso and arms and face were now thoroughly covered in blood and guts. “That sounds so fun!!”

Frankie pointed towards another slab, one unoccupied by a corpse. “I'll grab a few things, go ahead and sit over there”.

“Okay!!” Jake preened, as he hopped up onto the slab, his legs swinging as he waited.

Frankie grabbed a few tools out of his bag. Mainly a tongue suppressor, stethoscope, and small rubber hammer for reflexes. There were a few other devices as well that got carted over next to Jake. He put on the stethoscope first. “This might be a little cold, so fair warning.” Frankie blew hot air onto the metallic end before sliding it under Jake's shirt and listening for a heartbeat. It was there, no doubt about that. He moved it to his back, checking the lungs as he continued to instruct Jake on what to do. Breathing normally, taking in a slow long deep breath and holding it before giving him a slow long exhale. Everything seemed to check out. If he was an undead, he was a perfect replica of a living being…minus the memory issues. Perhaps he just had amnesia then? A miss-spell that caused a head injury or something along those lines.

“Did you find anything?” Jake asked, curious, as Frankie put a strange, cold device on his chest. It made him nervous for a moment, how close the other boy was to touching him - but it was just a game, they were only playing doctor, it would be fine. The chill didn’t hurt, although he didn’t like it, either. Bad things were cold. He trusted Frankie, though, so the device couldn’t actually be bad. “Can I help?” he then added. “Are you looking for something?”

Frankie shook his head. Taking the ear buds out as he placed them into Jake's ears. “You're helping by following the instructions. Watch.” He took the metal disc and placed it over his heart, allowing Jake to hear its thrum for a few beats before pulling it away. “The device let's me hear your heart and lungs, shows me how healthy they are and if there's anything in them that shouldn't be. You're in good health.” Frankie grabbed the next device, testing Jake's reflexes.

Jake was very still for a moment, as he listened intently to the sound of Frankie’s heart beating. He’d never heard anything quite like it before - simultaneously soft and reassuring, a rhythmic lull that caused a bit of tension in his body to leave. He frowned, his eyes glistening a bit as the sound was taken away from him, as he couldn’t hear Frankie anymore. “Does everyone sound as nice as you?” he asked.


Dorian Gray


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items: Anti-telepathy Sword, Percy sex bracelet, KG bracelet (whaaaat? Where'd that come from. Weird)
First Day Fit: Teal Long Sleeve Shirt, Lightwash Jeans, Black Bandana around his neck, and the Excelsior Jacket


Dorain had been waiting at the edge of the ice slide for Percy to go down first when he as finally ready. He hoped it wouldn’t be too long for that to happen, but these things took time and he understood that, no matter how much he was wanting to go and do the days activities. Finally Percy had began to slide down, to make his way back to the hot chocolate stand where it all began, and as Dorian followed suit and slid down only a few feet behind him so that they wouldn’t collide at the end, he watched him vanish. Dorian didn’t know what exactly was happening with Andy and Chase, but right now he couldn’t be too worried about it. Andy could handle herself, and with Gideon at her side they would be unstoppable. He’d felt the other end of Gideon’s blade, and the speed at which she was able to knock down her opponents was fearsome and terrifying. Dorian wasn’t sure what to do, where to go, he needed to find Percy, to figure out where he went, but he was a teleporter he could be anywhere.

Dorian made a dash away from the problems of those by the stand and began to search the festival grounds for his boyfriend. He’d mentioned going ice skating so perhaps he’d decided to get a head start and jump there, but once he arrived he didn’t see any signs of his boyfriend at all. There was some upset looking student, others who seemed to have just started skating or resumed it after stopping simply based on how slow they were going, and then he spotted them, Sabine and Leah. Thank Fudge, perhaps they saw him or know where he may have headed off to. Dorian ran the length of the rink, holding onto the railing from the outside as he got as close to the pair as he could. Yelling ” ‘Ey! Sabine! Leah! You guys seen Perce around at all?! I can’t find ‘im and ‘e teleported somewhere! We were meant to go skatin’ but I…I don’t see ‘im!” Hopefully they would know of something, and if not they would think of a better way than searching the entire grounds one by one. He didn’t want to ruin any of their fun, but even if everyone in Excelsior searched one portion by themselves they were less likely to miss him than if he did it himself. After all they were his friends right? They were a team.



Chase Bernard


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items:
First Day Fit: Flannel, Jeans, and Vans


Chase was about to tell the disembodied voice to let the other students know that this was meant to be a school for heroes. They certainly weren’t acting like it, and they clearly needed to be taught that lesson. He supposed that was why they called it the Contest of Champions and not the Contest of Heroes. He went to move his hand, to face the person who would bind them, to try and convince them to let Ben go, but as he did he felt them tighten. Great, the perfect ensnarement for someone with claustrophobia, one in which their struggle to be free only hastened their own panic. Luckily for him, the teacher had let Ben loose, Chase didn’t care that he was being held. Hell he probably deserved all of this and more for all the shit he did back then, but he was trying to put that all behind him, to move forward and start new. It seemed that would be harder to achieve than he originally realized. The strange…Russian? Woman was talking to them about gathering flowers on some mountain called wonderballs or whatever, he figured she’d make them make friendship bracelets afterwards as a form of punishment, not that he’d mind or care. The sword bearer he’d met back at the stands, the one he’d attributed his relationship with Ben to, who now seemed to only blindly follow the steps of one of the so called Champions, began to argue along with the Comrade Caster, the Russian Witch. Though the threat of taking more than their sword sounded dark, it sent shivers down Chase’s spine and kept him from giving any lip back. Normally he would be a river of sass and sarcasm, but now? He decided detention wouldn’t be so bad, given he hadn’t even lost anything yet. Andy had apologized, Chase just averted his eyes away from her, he didn’t bother speaking towards it.

As soon as Comrade Caster vanished, Chase wasted no time heading to Ben’s side and holding his hands in his . ”You ok Bennie Boi? They didn’t hurt you or nothin’ right?” He glanced over towards Andy, sighing as he felt his shoulders drop as the rage he’d had was beginning to deflate. ”Don’t apologize to me, you owe that to my love and liege over here. I say no harm no foul, I definitely deserved a good deck in the face at some point given my history. But let’s try and not have a repeat of this again, maybe ask questions and assess a situation before jumping into the fray like that. I don’t care if I get hurt, but if so much as single hair was harmed on him -” Chase motioned towards Ben with his thumb. ”We’d be having a very different conversation. Champion or not, I’m not afraid to fight. So what do you say babe? You think you can accept her apology and we make nice as we gather flowers on Mount Wonderbar?”


It felt endless. Every mattress needed detailed and thorough attention, every edge with what he hoped was only mildew and not mold, every bed frame showing signs of around the edges and along the bottoms, and weeds poking up through the floorboards. Aster never sweated so much in his life; he could hear his pores suffocating, he could feel his skin shriveling, he could see the nauseating mix of bleach and grime on his hands seeping into fingernails and it took everything in him not to vomit. He gagged a few times but managed to keep the contents of his stomach exactly where they should be, rather than adding to the mess he had to clean up. It was about halfway through the mess and Aster wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared forlornly at the remaining mattresses. “None of us could have done anything serious enough to deserve this torture. I’ll need to spend a month at the spa to recover from this.” Aster whined, for once glad nothing reflective was around. He probably looked terrible, or at least as terrible as perfect could get.

Demi on the other hand wasn't having a half bad time. Having pulled out his hanky and wrapped it around his face to help keep the dust and cobwebs from falling on his nose and mouth, his sunglasses providing the eye protection in lieu of anything else. ”Wouldn’t you prune up if you spent a whole month in a spa? I feel like that's worse than a little sweat…” Demi looked over at Aster, clearing his throat. ”A lot of sweat. Is this like your first time doing manual labor?”

“Do I look like someone who engages in manual labor? No, I don’t. I don’t surround myself with misery and disappointment on the daily either and yet here I am.” Aster waved at the mostly functional cabin. “There are people meant for this work and are happy to receive payment for it and I am more than happy to offer such compensation so I can focus on the more important things in life, like myself.” Aster scoffed, returning to scrub at the side of the mattress he was working on. He wasn’t even certain if he was actually cleaning it so much as just moving the dirt around considering how quickly the cleaning rags went from white to black, but it still made him feel better.

“And I certainly wouldn’t prune. I know how to manage my skin. Have you never had a long stay at a spa resort? They are divine places, let me tell you. Once we’re out of this, you and your golden retriever boyfriend ought to find some time to enjoy one.”

”Can't say that I have. Rents aren't the kind of people who exactly give their only son a spa day. I mean really man, do I look like the kind of person who's had a spa day? Closest I got was a cold bag of frozen peas over my eye to treat a bruise.” Demi leaned against the wall, fiddling with the duster in his hand as he shook the contents outside of a window. ”Don't even think I could afford one.”

“Your parents clearly don’t love you.” Aster plopped the mattress he was working on halfway off the frame, scrubbing down the metal and sneezing as dust and gods knew what else came off. “I suppose I’ll bring you along on a trip. You can learn how people ought to be treated and aspire to my heights one day.”

Demi wasn't sure how to take Aster's first comment. Was it simply an observation or was he merely rubbing it in? He got the same tinge of sadness that was usually reserved for coming home to an empty house with a singular note on the fridge for him. ”Your treat I hope. You could show me all the wonders of a cucumber on my eyelids or whatever they do there.” He was about to close up the window when he realized they may need to air out the cabin. Not only from all the dust they were kicking up but the stale air from being closed for so long.

“Obviously. They’re excellent for your eyelids. Such an overlooked portion of the body - keeps my gorgeous eyes well maintained so they deserve a delightful treat as much as anything else. Then, a lovely deep tissue massage - may hurt a little at first but the relaxation after is well worth a little pain in the meantime. You certainly seem like someone who could benefit from that.” Aster laughed before sighing. “I would kill to go lounge at a pool right now; a drink in hand, a book in the other, letting the masses enjoy the blessing that is me in the sun.”

”There's a lake here, probably great for you skin given we're at a Volcanic site. All those minerals probably soaked into the water or something. We could always take a small break and go for a swim, relax in the waters a bit.”

Aster rolled his eyes. “Half of what the experience is showing off, silly boy. Such a small audience and all scattered about like ants! Though, I suppose gazing on me would be refreshing for you all…” Aster considered, trailing off as he flipped the idea around in his head.

Demi didn't need more of a response than that. Bandana already taken off his face as he tied it around his forehead and placed his sunglasses atop of it. He took his shirt off and hung it off a bed post that had already been cleaned. ”Then why not go get the others? I think we could all use a little cool off before we continue, and it's been long enough since breakfast that we won't get cramps.”

Aster sighed forlornly. “If only. Our warden would certainly demand us return to work or send us to prison. And I can't risk denying the world my visage for as long as they want me locked away.” Aster gave Demi a calculating look as he removed his shirt. “Hm, 53 out of 100 I suppose.”

”Suit yourself. I'm gonna go find Marco and Zeke and see if they want to go swim instead. I've got your high spots so you can handle micromamaging the scum in the seams if you'd like.” Demi shrugged as he made his way towards the cabin door. ”Also a 53? Really?”






Location: Château de La Lune: Foyer
Skills: N/A





Same laughed. ”You don't need to worry about all that polite stuff and covering your mouth. It's just us two in here and that feels a bit too formal.” He grabbed a pastry taking a bite out of it. She looked like she wanted to say something. Ask something. ”You know, investigators get a bit of a sixth sense. Mines telling me that you're wanting to say something. Spill.”

“Oh, yeah. Well, I knew who you were before. You and... Miguel,” she said, pausing slightly. Nervous.

”Oh. Is…that why you looked happy to see me when I walked in? Actually…where is Miguel? Don't think I've seen him since the whole fiasco with, actually I don't even remember the guys name. Is that bad? The one with the broken nose.”

“Yeah, it was. Lawrence. And I don’t know... we... were supposed to meet up and he never came.” She looks hurt. Like someone who got stood up.

”Wait, do you two like…actually know each other or something?”

Jeanne freezes. She bites at her lip a little, sighs and her shoulders drop a little. “He emailed me before coming here. We talked before he got here.”

”Wait. We could do that? Man I feel so out of the loop on everything here.” Sam sighed. ”You mentioned you two were supposed to meet up, what for?”

“We were going to go ghost hunting,” she explained.

”You still can if you'd like. I bet you know all the good spots around the house, or rooms I couldn't enter normally. I've got equipment if youre uh interested. If not that's cool, you know Miguel was your go to so.”

Her eyes lit up. “I'd love to.” Then her shoulders dropped again a little. “But what about Miguel? Is he okay? I knocked on his door and he didn't answer.”

Sam frowned. Did she not know then? When she mentioned knowing Miguel he had assumed that it was her who tipped him off. But if she was asking him. ”Honestly I don't know him very well to say. Well met for the first time here and he seemed…to hate me I think. At the very least was very competitive about the whole hunting thing. I don't get it.”

“Oh... I thought you knew each other.”

Sam shook his head no. ”People keep asking us to collab but we never got around to it. Never really reached out to be honest.”



Chase Bernard


Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Festival
Magic Items:
First Day Fit: Flannel, Jeans, and Vans


Chase was about to tell the small angry girl that he wasn't bullying anyone and that Ben was in fact his boyfriend. He also would've pointed out to her that he and Percy were all cool now, and that he was possibly gonna use his room to plow his boyfriend tonight. But he was barely able to part his lips after setting Ben down before her fist connected with his jaw and suddenly he was on the ground, deep in the snow and staring up at the sky. He was dazed, in pain, and confused. One hand reaching up to feel his jaw as another person came in and kicked him in the stomach. Spit flew out of his mouth, as the air was knocked out of him. ”What the fuck man? I thought this was a school for heroes.”

One hand gently touched his jaw as the other held his stomach, slowly sitting up in the snow. He pressed a hand into the snow and snagged Gideon's shadow, separating it from herself as a clone of Gideon emerged from the floor. The shadow quickly taking a cheap shot, knocking off Gideon's sunglasses while Chase tried to interpose himself between them and Ben. ”Also that's my boyfriend you assholes!” Shadows rippled around Chase, coalescing in his hands as a replica of what he assumed to be Excalibur formed in his hands, a knight's cloak billowing behind him.
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