#p:jonathan

    It had been a stupid idea from the beginning but such thoughts hadn’t struck the siren till he’d snuck away from the camps bottles already in hand a quiet tune on his lips. Now Theodore was lying flat on his back staring at the swaying palm trees above his head. Since taking occupancy on the sand he’d only touched one of the bottles but his inhibitions were already slurred from the drink he’d had on two separate occasions earlier that day. He understood now exactly why humans were so fond of the stuff. The taste didn’t get any better no matter how closer to the bottom he got but with each sip he cared a little less.

    A little tipsy but still somewhat graceful and more importantly able to stand on two feet Theodore scooped up his stolen liquor a song on his lips as he headed inland. Not the best of ideas given it was now late afternoon and the sun wasn’t getting any higher in the sky but he wasn’t exactly full of great ideas today. Theodore continued on his merry way not exactly sure where he was going but intent on finding the man that had started this all.

“We all are living in a dream, But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe that everything’s a mess”

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niclauscromer

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pagan-princess-of-prussia

It was time they would all find themselves in the Grand Hall so they could enjoy the chanteuse who would sing in honor of the Their Majesties. Elizabeth had been informed that she had been set to share a table with the Count of Limburg and the Princess of Prussia, and she honestly couldn't be more satisfied. Niclaus was her friend, so of course she was pleased to share a table with him, and the Princess seemed to be fairly interesting if she was being honest, she was looking forward to perhaps getting o know her more.

Her handmaidens helped her into a stunning looking black gown --she was starting to consider the option of adding more color to her wardrobe, but she was unsure of it still. She let her hair down, her lovely dark locks reached her lower back in length and were styled is airy curls. An effortless, but stunning look, she decided.

By the time Elizabeth walked into the room, the food was being served. Looking around she searched for any sign of Jonathan, but she could not see him, so instead she focused on finding her table. She found her seat with her name tag on the table and gracefully claimed it.

Raven had no idea what time 'morning' specified, but the sun was up, and it felt too damn early to be conscious, so she assumed this is what Jonathan had meant. It was at least pleasant to look around the Psych rooms as she passed -- not having the course herself meant a shortage of opportunities to take peeks. Fascinating topic, nothing she'd earned any degrees in, but then again, a degree was just a paper to get a job, and she tended to dislike paper trails, and her line of work was blissfully resume-less.

After those bodies were found near the castle, Sebastian was immediately alerted. He deemed it to be a sign from the Darkness, or the Pagans in the woods who sacrificed humans in the name of the Darkness. Perhaps they were targeting someone in the castle, and that thought worried him. For that, he decided to talk to the castle's physician, Nostradamus, whom he had trusted with something similar in the past and he knew that he could put his confidence in him. So, once all the weddings and celebrations were officially over and he knew there will be no more people out and about near the are of the woods, he made his way to the infirmary, prepared to have a word with the Queen's trusted seer --and hopefully get the chance to look further into it with his help right away.

However a surprise awaited him as soon as he got there.

Having his mind elsewhere, he forgot to knock and just walked right into the room. There he was only met by a young man, who seemed to be even younger than himself.

Isaac left lunch feeling better and at the same time a little strange. Back home, talks like that with Grason had been scarce and they always gave him a feeling that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t necessarily bad or good, but it was something that would most likely stay with him the coming hours. At least he didn’t have physical exercise after this, unless you counted private training. Rumour was that Amanda was back in the bunker, so it was possible that he would receive private training again, and if not, he would seek out Jason. He still hadn’t given up on Isaac, which was a good thing and might mean that he didn’t abhor being in his presence as much as initially thought. 

Languages came next, and Isaac had done all his homework the day before within an hour, finding the assignments within his abilities and quite satisfied how well they were going. At least that wasn’t too much of a problem, and he’d also finally gotten Grason to get help with that. It was quite a good day. The hallways were quite empty as he slowly made his way to his room, luckily not having to walk too far from the Mensa. As he walked past the hallway in which all the Handlers slept and where the War Room was, he saw agents and the two handlers filing out of the War Room and frowned. What had they been doing?