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One of the few talents Owen had? Aim. It was probably a good thing, considering his power. If he aimed improperly, some serious damage could be done. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been at a carnival; likely when he was a kid. It was nice to get out of the compound for a bit and do something fun -- something less serious than he’d been allowed when captive off and on for several years. The dart game and basketball were all up his alley, and it wasn’t long before he felt like a kid again. It was a surreal way to feel. Really, Owen didn’t care that much about winning prizes, it was all about the sport. His earnings were starting to pile up though between games, and he had no interest in stuffed animals. Already a small unicorn one he’d acclimated was awaiting him. There was one person he would happily give one to -- Farrah. That crush still lingered even if things were weird between them. Maybe she’d see it as a peace offering. He had no idea what she’d want though, so Owen kept racking up points, mostly from the dart game until he finally caught her eye. Flashing an actual genuine grin to the brunette, he hoped it would beckon her over.

She’d been sat on rubble of a broken wall for what seemed like forever. Had it been hours? Only a few minutes? She had no way to tell, but watching those people working their way through the rubble was getting less and less entertaining. There was nothing exciting happening, which could be considered good, another surprise like those explosions would be terrible. But she was in dire need of a distraction, and it certainly wasn’t what she was doing now, or even worse - helping them. 

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Alright, boring day almost over, Desiree was finally making her way to the haunted house. She was mostly on her way to find Elena, but she figured she could probably check it out while she was there. Besides, Elena was bound to be inside somewhere anyways. Walking into the dark place, she took a look around, the best she could anyways. She had always loved haunted houses when she was younger, so she hoped Elena and the others running it could really make this worth her time. Crossing her arms over her chest, she made her way further in. 

“Well, I just had the bumpiest bumpy cars ride of my life.” Arwen let out with a sigh once she reached her friend. Still, there was quite a large smile on her lips. Even if she didn’t really do well in that ride, she still loved it, just like she loved everything she did at the carnival so far. “But what about you? Enjoying the carnival so far?”

With Kiara taking over at the dunk tank, Luke was free to wander the carnival for some time before going back. It was good he had some time to enjoy the event, since it was the first time the Underground held such an event, to his knowledge. And for sure, he was not going to miss it. But he’d barely just made it past a few stands that a familiar figure appeared in his sight. He could be dreaming, that wouldn’t be the first time. But Luke just had to be sure whether it was or wasn’t him. So he started walking faster, trying to not push anyone too hard, although still making sure they’d let him pass. He was barely paying attention to his surroundings now, the whole carnival seemingly futile. Because as he got closer, it just seemed clearer that he wasn’t dreaming. “Aster?” The name left his mouth before he could even think, or announce himself. “How... are you here?”

She could’ve recognized that hair and that face from a distance. She could’ve recognized all of their faces, like they were forever engraved in her memory. And as expected, anger built up inside her. And now that she was around others like her, confronting her wasn’t a problem. Beatrice barely even tapped on her shoulder before she started speaking. “I don’t know why you’re here, but you don’t belong here.” She started, arms crossing over her chest. “If anything, it makes you a prime suspect for what happened.”