It’s been hours since Carmen escaped from that taxi-- and she’s no closer to figuring out where in the world she is. Wandering the city aimlessly isn’t getting her anywhere, so she decides to find someone to ask.

Now this woman looks capable enough. She’s bound to have some interesting information about this place! There’s no harm in asking, right? Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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@cassandragalatass

“I just...I can’t believe Tristan didn’t tell me! Well, okay...he did tell me...but did he have to wait so long!? I mean...we’re stuck here in the middle of God-Knows-Where, Russia and it's not like I can just go yachting out to some quiet island to come to terms with this or anything and I—” Eden stopped in her tracks, staring open-lipped at her best friend as she realized she hadn’t stopped speaking in likely over a minute. She closed her mouth, dropped her hands into her lap from where they’d been gesturing about through the air, and let out a huff. 

The youngest princess of Monaco slumped a little where she sat, cross-legged on her bed beside Cassandra, looking a bit like a mostly-deflated balloon version of herself. Was she being dramatic? Yes. Was she being a child about it? Yes. But Eden was displeased. And she felt justified in that displeasure. Thankfully—or rather, unfortunately, depending on Cassandra’s perspective—the Greek princess' situation was much the same as hers. They were both betrothed, their freedom of spousal choice swept out from under their feet as if it was never there to begin with. And Eden supposed that was the real kicker. That choice wasn’t ever there. Only an illusion of it, a hint at the possibility that maybe they’d be able to exert some will—however minute—on that aspect of their lives. No such luck.

Again, dramatic.

It might have come as a surprise to some, but it wasn't even the future husband in question that Eden was upset about. She hadn't properly met him yet, and it would be unfair to pass judgement on him before then. Rather, it was the scenario that had her so bent out of shape. Either way, she felt bad for running her mouth about it.

“Sorry Cassie, I...this just feels like alot at once, you know? You must know...you’re in the same boat.” she said, shooting the Greek princess an apologetic smile. “Have you met yours yet? Tell me he’s at least a snack...I need some hope here...”

Now this is a woman Talon is a muffled version of something akin to delighted to see. Not that he recognizes her, no; of course not, the only faces he remembers are his family’s and his marks’. But she looks like a woman of Noxus, and hes been looking for someone also from there since he got here. Maybe she could provide some answers on why they’re here and how to get back. 

Dawn began, the monsters entering their hibernation cycle and the combatants using the down time to rest. Sion fought for hours with nary a rest; her vampiric stamina allowed her to move days at a time without much of a break. However, even a half inhuman body needs a break sometimes, especially after strenuous exercise.

The alchemist sipped on one of the few blood packs she had been able to grab from her hut before all this began as she took the time to look over herself. For a few days of fighting, she’d been pretty well off. There were a few wounds that could do with some patching up, but nothing that would hinder her. The new intake of blood would help.

So, Apollo might not have found his living spaces yet, but at least, he guesses, he has found a library. He is almost bitter that the library exists there, because if it wasn’t then he could probably focus on looking for his apartment, but... (I’m just going to take a quick look. It doesn’t hurt to have knowledge of this place...) is his thought pattern as he starts heading up the quaint steps, though he may or may not also be internally punching himself.

Inside, the library is neat and orderly, quiet as expected. The atmosphere isn’t all that different from any other library he’s been in, like the courthouse basement library. Except perhaps that one has more files. And fewer comfy chairs. He’s still looking around when he sees a girl looking rather confusedly around, like she doesn’t know where to start. Apollo certainly knows the feeling: it’d been a pretty constant companion when he’d started working with Mr. Gavin. He decides to talk to her and see if he can help -- why not, right? He only came to do some light perusing himself. “Hey---” Okay, no, too loud for a library.

@batgirlblackbat

Aelluria had become one of Ukyo’s favorite spots lately- for photography at least. When he felt weary and needed rest he would always retreat to Solias’s populated streets to feel at ease. Aelluria though... There was something romantic, and perhaps sad to Ukyo, about the autumn leaves, the quiet roads. As he walked he held his camera up, looking at the golden world through it’s lens, snapping the picture only once the appropriate mood struck. Days like this were almost so peaceful that there was no voice nagging in the back of his mind. Almost.

The green-haired man’s eyes caught a patch of darkness through his camera lens which inspired him to peek around curiously. A young woman. With a gust of wind her short black hair whirled about her face, Ukyo instinctively snapped a photo before thinking it through. From her expression and the atmosphere, she was almost like a raven. Stoic. There was... something in her. The man looked to his camera’s display and examined the photo with a critical eye. It was such a nice composition he couldn’t stand the thought of deleting it, which he really should do since he didn’t know the girl and didn’t get her permission.