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Rachel had decided to brave on of the pop-up coasters, despite how rickety it looked. Somehow (sensibly) she hadn't been able to convince anyone to go on with her, and so had ended up in the single rider line. It just so happened that she was put in a cart with Anna.

"This is so much fuuuuun!" she screamed, flailing her arms as they made the ascent to the top of the coaster. "Have you ridden this before?"

Deziree wasn't usually one to willingly take a hit to her pride. She was trying to enjoy herself at this silly festival, but with Anastasia not appearing, she was really starting to worry.

Now, Deziree also wouldn't normally approach Marie Beaumont. But it had to be done.

"Hey... you haven't happened to have seen Stas around?"

Nani stood watching the kid for some time, a beer in one hand and her hip in another. He was clearly trying to set up some amalgamation of wires and boxes, which weren't switching on, but Nani couldn't help but think that he was missing something really important.

Alice had been hovering around the funfair part of the festival, avoiding the heavy crowds of concertgoers at all costs. They had miraculously won a few of the games. Not through any sort of talent. No, it was mostly fluke.

The problem with Alice's wins was that they now had too many prizes to carry. They glanced around, noticing a little kid hovering at Ella Fontaine's side. "Hey, uh, small person... do you want one?"

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'Can't sleep?' Ian asks, entering the room. He walks over to the kitchen counter and opens the cupboard above the coffee machine. 'Me either, it feels like no matter what I try, I can't switch my brain off.'

Rachel was getting slightly more distressed the longer it was taking her to get back to Toulouse. She was sooooo totally not freaking out right now. The crowd was now rather dense, and she had become stuck in a group with not much way to get through them without barging. "I'm so sorry, I'm actually looking for my boyfriend. There's just... so many people over this way! Um, can I just--"

Rachel had been having a whale of a time.

The Festival was busy, with plenty to do. She had been tasked with fetching some sodas for herself, Toulouse and a few of their friends. The lines were long and winding, staff lightly frazzled.

Now, just because she was in line, didn't mean that there wasn't a fair amount of jostling happening. Folk were barging through on their way elsewhere. She placed her order, and tried to find somewhere to stand that wasn’t too in-the-way. That didn’t stop folk asking if she was in the line though.

“Oh, no, no, I’m just waiting for my–” Rachel began politely, turning to a man who had asked. “F-for… for my…”

A face she hadn’t seen for a long time. A face she might have made up in a dream if the proof of her standing here, instead of trapped in some room somewhere, wasn’t evidence enough that he was real.

“Flynn…”