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Ciara hadn't heard the door to the under stage open, her music playing as she lay underneath the circuit boards and ventilation fans, hair in a messy bun, confetti and grease streaking her cheek. It was only when the music was turned down did she realize she wasn't alone. "Ko, if that's you, fuck you and fuck your confetti canons. I'm vetoing them next show. Art, if that's you, tell Ko she's banned from confetti canons."

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Santiago stared blankly at his laptop in the employee lounge. The club would open soon, and he had a crowd to entertain, but all he felt was an empty numbness. He only looked up when the door opened and June walked in. Santiago plastered on the best smile he could. "Hola mamcita. ¿Que pasa?"

Jean paced angrily along the room, not unlike a tiger in a cage, looking for the first opportunity to lash out. "What is her goal?" he practically hissed. "And to do this without any consultation with me?" He had been in a particular mood ever since the trial and Merle was one of the only people able to get close enough to his person without being torn to shreads. Figuratively and literally.

It took a great deal of effort, but Edgar was up and about in the apartment. He puttered around, doing what household chores he could, though without much vitality. He was going through the motions of making dinner for Art and Christian when the doorbell rang. He jumped, his heart racing.

Reaching for the nearby kitchen knife, Edgar clutched the handle desperately as he slowly made his way to the door. Pressing himself flush against the wall, he called out in a shaky voice, "wh-who is it?"