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There was a tickle in the back of Chris’s mind as he watched the girl in front of him with growing annoyance. She was - familiar. Disconcertingly familiar and he couldn’t figure out why. All he knew is that he arrived at the coffee shop on Madison and Fifth at the same time every day, and there was never /ever/ anyone in front of him.

The next day she was in line behind him, and the day after that and the day after that; scrolling through her phone as she waited for the personal assistant to place his order and pay. A week passed, then two, and Christopher all but forgot about the incident. Kat stood in line behind him every day, and although there was a vague sense of satisfaction, he forgot why it existed.

Three weeks later she was on queue in front of him three days in a row. He had to arrive early to end the streak, and she retaliated by arriving earlier the next day. When he inquired as to /who/ this infuriating girl was, he was told she worked under Luc, and was thus protected. The next day she arrived ten minutes after he did, depriving him of the joy of knowing that she had to stand behind him.

Muse A loses Muse B inside a Haunted House

When he was first asked, he wondered if Kat could even really feel scared. There had to be some sort of appeal on her end to ask him if he wanted to go to a haunted house.

He now knew what the appeal was, or so he assumed by the usual “lets make Isha’s life difficult in small harmless ways” quota. One second they were right next to each other, commenting on how ridiculously fake a skeleton prop was and the next it was ten times darker than it had been and he had completely lost her.

“...Kat? Hello....?”

Luciano stood from his seat instantly, a laugh leaping from his lips. He closes the distance and, hesitating half a moment to show that the gesture is not aggressive, he sweeps Kat into a hug, petting her hair with tiny, distressed giggles.

Cleo was having far too much fun controlling the bodies of the dead. She had been skeptical, but now she was far too interested in developing them further, even if it was only for a month. It was why she was still here so late down in the morgue. However tomorrow was a work day so it was time for Cleo to leave.

Well, at least that had been the plan until she happened upon a coughing lab tech. Oh great; just what she needed. Cleo doesn't need to be blamed if this one dies. Not all the dead interns near her vicinity were her fault anyway. 

”Carry me south, to the sea Along with your memories of me We were born in the water Now we'll return to Thee...”

Prior to sunset, Luciano had thought it would be reasonably safe to remain in his lab overnight; once his lab techhad left after their required hours he would be alone, and a danger to no one, as he occupied himself taking cell samples from the colourful assortment of nudibranches in their massive 80-gallon tank. However, he had neglected to check that all of them were actually leaving.

And so he was not expecting to hear footsteps behind him as he lilted to the sterile air, his thrall thrumming in the clean white walls. It was only when he caught sight of a reflection in the aquarium glass that he paused, and smiled slowly, a saccharine sigh passing his lips as he forgot entirely about work. He turned, languid, giving the tech a dreamy look.

How lovely it would be to return her to the water that had once been her home.