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Where: Retrocity

When: Late August

The owl cocked an ear tuft at her condescendingly as Thera stared into the lights of a sign she had passed hundreds of times but never had reason to go into.

Retrocity

It was famous around Port Leiry and for all the times Thera had meant to poke her head in there, she had just never quite had the chance.

But staring into the knowing yellow eyes of the creature above her, now. The time was now. Thera had spent a large chunk of her life around birds. They were often more constant companions than people but there was a certain eeriness to a predator the size of this Great-Horned Owl slashing the tips of its feathers against your cheek mid-flight and then stopping on a lamp post just ahead. And then moving to the next as you followed. And then the next. And then the next. Until you ended up here.

One last look into wide eyes before pushing through the doors. There was a woman standing just inside who Thera approached tentatively, “Hi,” she said, not yet extending a hand, “I’m afraid I was lead here by a Strigiformes.” Thera looked around as she vaguely recalled a scene at an arcade from one of her tv shows, “Do you have Altered Beast here?” she asked.

You can change some circumstances, with enough work. Sometimes it's worth knowing you tried at all, right?

It had been a few days since royals and pirates alike disembarked on the shores of that new island. It didn’t, however, mean that Lucy appreciated the situation any more than she did before. It was still a hassle to be moved around as if she were an object. It was still a bloody nuisance not to be able to come and go as she pleased or to have access to some basic things. Relying on some random pirate to offer her clothes or alcohol sounded ludicrous in her books, but, at the very least, the new surroundings gave her something to do, and she had to say she nurtured a little bit of interest in knowing what they might have had at the library she had briefly heard someone speaking of.

And, there was also the fact that she hadn’t yet seen all the friends she was aware were on the island. She had seen Wendy and Cas, but, Celeste, Erica, Ainsley, and Teddy were still at large. She knew that Grace and Lorne were okay for they had been on the same ship, still, ever since their arrival, she hadn’t seen those ones either. There was also a pressing concern for what might have happened to Lorne’s wrist, but, she would deal with that when she saw him again.

Moving through the path, Lucy made sure to go through the places where the trees provided some shade from the sun. The last thing she would have wanted, at any given moment, was to be forced to look for someone else because she was plagued by heat exhaustion. Though, as she considered that thought, maybe there could be some other things she could do. She recalled that when she was stuck at the cinema, there was this rather cute doctor she positively wouldn’t mind seeing again. However, it was probably for the best if she could avoid being a patient the next time around.

Wandering through a narrowing path, Luce suddenly saw movement in her peripheral view. Turning around, she could easily note it came from the beach, the point where she assumed they had all arrived just a few days earlier. It was clear to her that someone had brought another royal, and the morbid curiosity in her made her want to lurk. Made her want to know who that poor unfortunate soul might have been, but, Luce was still too far away for a good view, even if she squinted. A few steps forward and the woman looked up from her position revealing striking and entirely too familiar blue eyes that sent the Englishwoman running in that direction, no matter what might have been happening or the consequences.

Her sister was there. Morgan was there. And she needed to make sure nothing had happened to her.

“Morgan!” Luce found herself yelling just seconds before she took her sister’s face into her hands. “Morgan, darling, none of those twats touched you, right?”

A sweet boy in his prime.

It is not among her interests, a face so young can be pleasant in sight alone. Better than the boring costumes she was checking in this store -- while sliding fingers through fabrics, she offers a few glances and a sigh leads her to a conclusion. Has it not been boring enough?  Waltzing quietly where he is, she eventually wraps her arms around his own. Honey-like eyes widely looking at him, a smile so innocent it is nauseating. ❝ What are you looking for? Should I help?”