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“  hm.  ” while  the  man  only  let  out  a  simple  noise  of  unsure  nature,  his  mind  was  swimming  with  far  more.  he  knew  that  something  was...  wrong,  here.  he  thought  maybe  there’d  been  a  mix-up,  but  the  dread  in  his  stomach  made  him  think  that  something  was  far  more  at  stake  here.  he  took  a  deep  breath,  looking  around  for  any  other  person  and  spotting  someone. he  stepped  forward,  eyes  casting  a  dark  expression  of  fear. “  excuse  me,  ”  he  greeted,  waving.  “  i  hope  you  don’t  mind  my  asking,  but  this  certainly  isn’t  finland,  is  it?  ”

“i mean, the best before date was like last week but that’s just a guideline. it’s not use by and i’m hungry.” food wasn’t his first concern, his first concern was that this wasn’t las vegas, he wasn’t at a conference about accessing more than 10% of the brains potential, and his career was now on hold thanks to this unwanted detour. but he needed to gain the trust of people before he could start up his work again. even he knew that. “i’m a doctor, trust me. you want some ?”

“i can feel the magic in this place, but not within me.” it was beautiful here, despite the destruction and how it had been left to fall apart. manon would love it, her coven would love it. but neither were here and her powers were gone. she had no connection to manon anymore, she couldn’t feel it. she felt weak, and that wasn’t something she liked to feel. she’d have to get creative. she felt a lot better knowing she at least had something in the backpack to protect her with, but she’d definitely have to find a different bag or a way to make this one less... bright. “what are you looking at ?” the gothic female snarled, attention turning to the eyes that seemed to be staring.

“well, this is boring as shit.” hyde sighed, raising his brow as he looked around, “and it’s definitely not las vegas.” the temple had instantly drawn his attention, that was for sure. it would be a good place to make the island a little more interesting, hyde cordozo style. he just wished he had his fucking bag that he’d gotten on the plane with instead of the shitty one he’d been given. “a taser is great an’ all, but i’d like my own bag back. any ideas ?” he questioned, taser in hand.

                                “you want one, you find your own.” theo almost growled, backpack on her shoulder and cigarette in hand. she’d found a pack, she wasn’t sure how old or if they’d be any good, but damn it, it was needed. she had been looking for alcohol, but it seemed someone had beaten her to it in that house at least. “i’d swap the rest of the pack for some vodka though ?” right now, theo had no idea what was going on or why she was there, but she’d spent her whole fucking life panicking she wasn’t going to panic again now. so far, this wasn’t Hill House. so far, it was okay.

                “This,” Hyde growled, pointing to the neon bag on his shoulder, “Is not my bag. This is not the bag I was on the plane with and I would like my damn bag back. Any ideas where I could get it ?” The bag he’d actually come with had a gun in it, not to mention the drugs he’d brought with him to make a buck off in Vegas. 

                     “i, uh, i was on a plane with my brother. have you seen him ?” jekyll asked, looking around the hell that he had been dropped into. all he had was the ugly yellow bags that seemed to be all the rage with the kids. “is there a hospital here ?” he needed to get back to his work, it was important and if he was going to get to the top of the game, he needed to complete his residency. even if that was in backwards ass hell, he’d do it.