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Status: open Location: Deadly Inks

"I know I said be early but damn," Daniela laughed, quickly shrugging off the connection between her power and the bits and pieces she'd been moving around in the backroom. The centrifuge clicked off, needles stowed away within their drawer and the stacked shelves of coloured inks now sat in perfect order of the colour wheel. A trick of the mind, and purely out of habit, telekenisis had complied with the nephilim's every thought the second she was alone, until she wasn't. How much had they seen? "You're gonna scare a girl half to death sneaking up like that."

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marina open location: yc's place

"Well it clearly wasn't the actual FBI, so who do you think it was then, genius?" Marina certainly wasn't short in the amount of trolls people might have thought it would be. Maybe, considering there was next to fuck all to do on the island, the ratio was far higher than the mainland trolls. "It's just weird timing. I mean, why wouldn't whoever did that to Dani be in there? Nobody censors shit. What about that game of truth or date last week? Everyone spilled their guts and didn't think twice about it."

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marina open location: rise and shine

Still doning the costume from the night before, hair and makeup still in place, if not a little messed up, Natalia sat silently before the stone-cold cup of coffee. After being questioned by the police, the masses had swarmed any place that opened their doors to them, going home didn't feel right. Not when Daniela would never go home again. "I still just can't believe it," they'd huddled into a booth with a handful of other people, nobody felt like a stranger and yet, everyone most certainly was, "what kind of... -- I know I've written some fucked up shit, but this is so beyond messed up."

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marina open location: outside the carvalho family home

Keeping the media out of the Carvalho's front yard was growing increasingly difficult the more news spread about her gruesome murder. Stations from the mainland had begun arriving in the early hours of the morning and no matter how many times they'd been told - they continued to encroach while Jake and his team moved forward with interrogations and talking to her family. "I already told you," he barked out in a rather authoritative tone, "I don't have anything to say to you right now. You'll be updated when we're ready." His focus momentarily compromised, Jake bumped into another, catching both of them from falling too far as his features softened, "Hey - you okay? You really shouldn't be here."

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status: open location: purgatory

The thick scent of blood a near permanent stain this far underground, but nobody who thought to speak the phrase to the entrance should have expected anything less. That was one of the better details passed down with each new owner, only those so willing would ever catch a glimpse of the underground fight club. There was a round of applause, rambunctious and filled to the brim with a certain devilry as a body hit the outer, chained wall of the arena with a callous thump. The werewolf grinned, something jagged, and unhinged, "You sure you're not up for it? There's an opening."

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Status: open Location: YC - just somewhere public

"--- explain that again, one more time." The demons slender digit upholds the notion of once more listening to the absurd explanation of something that clearly didn't exist the last time they'd been upon this earth. If there was one thing that the demon had always abhored more than anything upon each summoning, it was the absurdity that the mortal race considered this an advancement of any kind. "Slower this time."

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( open - frightfest )

Another sharp crack, and the pumpkin exploded in an array of goop. Glasses raised and a cheer erupted among the group as the runner took to the makeshift plates. "You're fucking late!" Tyler tossed a small pumpkin up at the familiar face, trusting that they'd catch it. "You're up at pitch," the half-shattered pumpkin that sat atop his head was missing one eye and all of it's mouth, "Hopefully you've got a better arm than this dickhead."

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( open - frightfest - outside of the haunted house )

"If anyone asks," Natalia begins as she sits down at one of the free picnic benches outside of the haunted house they'd just finished, "you did not see me smack that clown." It didn't matter what kind of thrillers she could create in her own head, clowns were one step over the line. "I just didn't see him, and he was way up in my face, okay? Just give me a minute, and we'll go again."