#( ❛ event ❜ | 002: carnival )

[wmu-cedes]

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[gwenxmorenoarchive]

closed for @callme-harris

Gwen was currently carrying her win for the night -- a stuffed baby duck -- throughout the carnival as she tried to figure out what else to do. She had played her fair share of games, which is how she finally won something she could bring home to Beatrice. That was all what she really wanted to do. Then she spotted a familiar looking drummer over by the popcorn stand. "Hey! Did you ever find your drumsticks?"

[xaviermattthews]

for: @maevereynoldss

where: near where a live act is playing

"Are you ready for the corniest day of your life?" X asked before he tossed another piece of popcorn into his mouth and strolled alongside her towards where a local band were playing. The carnival was always a signifier to him that the summer was closer to over than beginning, something that always impacted his creativity.

( What didn't these days? )

"Are these guys more your musical tastes than my band?" He teased, throwing it back to when he had first met her and she hadn't heard any of his music yet. He hoped that had changed since then, but he wouldn't be offended if it hadn't.

[romanrhodes]

event: 4th of July Carnival where: Sunny Side Up Food Truck @ 8.00am, setting up with: Luciana Medina ( @lucysmedina )

Town events were turning out to be a double-edged sword. On the one hand, they were a chance to make money, which the diner could always do with. They were a chance to connect with the community, to show off their food to tourists. On the other hand, they were hard work, needed a lot of prep, and setting up the first time was stressful. Roman had wished he'd had time to do a dry run.

"Alright, I got us some coffee." Roman came in through the back of the truck, handing Luciana a large cup of whatever it is she wanted. Honestly, Roman's head was spinning with so many things, he'd forgotten as soon as he'd ordered it and it became 'old' information. He took a drink of his own coffee, black with two sugars. "Okay... did all the stock we triple-checked before we left make the journey?" He asked with a teasing expression.

[romanrhodes]

"Alright, give me a second to get out of the truck." Roman grinned as he disappeared from the hatch, then reappeared from the side of the truck, carefully closing the door behind him. He approached her with open arms, bringing her into an embrace, and leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Better?" He pulled back, still grinning, looking down at her from his towering height.

"How have you been? You settle back in alright?"

As soon as Aubrey saw the Sunny side-up food truck, she sprinted to its way to meet with her best friend aka Roman Rhodes. Roman was more than just her best friend, he was literally her platonic soulmate and she loved their friendship. When their eyes met, the redhead smiled warmly "Howdy, Roma," She said approaching "No kisses to your bestie?" She said arching her eyebrow.

[kaiwildcr]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, the carnival; event 002. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, open; @classcursestarters .

                ❛     this  whole  thing  is  fucking  bullshit.     ❜         kai  couldn't  help  but  roll  his  eyes  at  the  whole  situation.  it  was  no  secret  that  he  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  amused  by  any  of  it.  if  anything,  he  𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  everything  about  it  and  that  was  clear.  kai  not  one  to  hold  back  when  it  came  to  the  anger  and  annoyance  he  felt  about  any  given  thing.        ❛      so  what're  we  supposed  to  do  ?  wait  for  the  boogeyman  to  make  their  grand  appearance  while  we  ride  carnival  rides  until  we  puke  ?     ❜        

[zeppclin]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, the carnival; event 002. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, open; @classcursestarters .

         the  carnival  was  the  last  place  zeppelin  wanted  to  be.  it  wasn't  even  that  he  wanted  to  run  away...  he  lived  in  lincoln  city  but  he'd  rather  stick  his  head  in  the  sand  and  go  back  to  how  things  were  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.  back  to  when  everyone  was  slowly  letting  the  disappearance  of  chris  wilder  dissipate.  back  to  his  world  of  white  lies  and  whatever  else  he  needed  to  get  over  the  𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓  he  carried  by  keeping  the  secrets  they  had  all  kept.        ⏤      as  much  as  he  wanted  to  stay  home...  with  everything  going  on,           (      here  he  was.     )         taking  a  deep  breath  as  he  tried  to  stay  away  from  the  crowd  for  a  moment.  zeppelin  closed  his  eyes  for  a  bit  before  hearing  someone  behind  him.  quickly,  he  turned  around  to  look  at  the  other.        ❛     needed  some  air  too  ?     ❜

[lucisaphira]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, the carnival; event 002. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝, open; @classcursestarters .

          despite  everything  going  on,  luciana  was  doing  a  great  job  of  ignoring  all  the  outside  noise.  then  again,  that  was  something  the  girl  was  𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘  used  to.  a  way  of  living  that  came  natural  to  the  girl.        ⏤        smiling,  playing  into  the  cutesy  vibe  she  constantly  tried  to  give  off.        ❛      i  swear,  that  whole  myth  about  the  balls  being  over  pumped  with  air  or  not  having  enough  air  in  them  so  it's  harder  to  make  the  shots  has  to  be  true.     ❜       she  laughed,  her  sorry  𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄  for  missing  every  single  shot  at  the  carnival  basketball  game  she  had  failed  with  flying  colors.

[lucianabxlla]

“I hope you’re willing to have a cheat day today because we are going to eat a lot of deep-fried food. “ They were about to attend a food festival held in honor of the cuoppo after all. “If it helps, there will be a lot of wine. I recommend you drink the white.” ( @serpcntine​ )

[conradashwood]

CLOSED starter for : @hcydensxndrs​ 

                         conrad had just stepped up to play this .. sort of ping pong game - a ton of bottles were set out a few feet away from him & another person beside him. he doesn’t even spare a glance to the person next to him, but it’s so obvious they’re both gunning for the big win - was it that huge ass teddy bear staring them both in face ? he hoped so. he’s focused & somehow, he’s already made the ping pong ball into a few bottles, he’s on a roll. when he makes it in another time, he throws two fist pumps into the air with an excited grin because according to the host, he just w o n. he finally looks beside him to see who his competition was & the grin almost immediately falls right off his face. blonde, blue eyes & stunning, legs that seemingly go on for miles. he didn’t mean to give her a look over, but he does. she had to have caught that, too, right ? fuck. “ oh - hi, ” he breaths out after a second, quickly averting his gaze to anything but the beautiful woman he just checked out & ruthlessly beat at ping pong ( honestly, he had no idea he was even that good ? ). “ i hadn’t - uh, did you- do you want that ? - this ? ” he asks, the hosts handing over one of the bigger teddy bears. he’s already handing it over to the woman. “ you can- you can definitely have it ! i’d probably look silly walking around with this thing anyways. ” 

[arabellasxndrine]

“You know, I did not think that I would enjoy the concert but it was amazing.” Arabella placed the program in her purse and a mental note to look up the orchestra so she could watch their future shows when it was possible for her to. She looked at her watch afterwards. “It’s still early. Do you want to do anything else?” ( @dcmvs​ )

[gwenxmorenoarchive]

closed for @thelizaxlevin

"Oh, you know what time it is?" The two (plus her stuffed duck) had been sitting in the shade, and she insisted that Liza put her feet up on the bench even if it meant Gwen had to sit on the other side. "It's most definitely ice cream time." Even though the sun was setting and that meant the heat would go down some, it didn't mean ice cream couldn't help the situation anymore. She remembered seeing an ice cream truck down the way. "You want anything? It's my treat."

[miaparkerxx]

CLOSED starter for : @itsolgood​

                        “ oliver ! did you see that dog ! there’s a dog ! ” mia gets distracted from their conversation, her immediate thought is that it’s a stray. “ ollie, i don’t think it has - ” she cuts herself off & giggles ( she’s had a couple of drinks, her infamous giggle usually gave that away ). “ oh, no - never mind.. it has a collar & an owner - what a relief. ” she chuckles again before she’s bringing a hand up to pat along oliver’s arm. “ shit- ” she covers her mouth before correcting herself “ shoot, i didn’t mean to interrupt - but what shall we do next, wanna get some cotton candy ? ” as the two walk through the carnival, brown eyes take in their surroundings. there were so many people around, enjoying themselves as well. after mia had run into oliver here at the carnival, she was glued to his side not having seen him in way too long. she wraps her arms around one of his arms & snuggles up to him for a second, “ goodness, ollie, don’t leave ever again, okay ? i’ve missed you so. ”

[springhillnj]

SPRINGHILL EVENT 002: CARNIVAL!

Springhill’s traditional annual carnival is in town for the whole week! From Monday May 25th to Sunday 31st residents can enjoy activities like carnival rides (don’t forget the iconic ferris wheel and carousel!), haunted house, bumper cars, house of mirrors, games to win a prize (like ring toss, fishing game, balloon dart… and more!), face paint and a petting zoo for the little ones! 

For those looking for a more adult setting: a pop up bar will be available offering all types of drinks! Don’t forget to try Springhill’s traditional craft beer! In the food area: there’ll be various food trucks with all options available so your belly is content! With the town’s favorites: caramel apples, cotton candy and corn dogs included!

On Friday we’ll be having a drive in movie night! Showing “Letters To The Moon”, a romantic drama film by Asher Drew Thomas premiered in 2018. So if you are looking for a fun date idea... this is your chance to ask that special someone out!

Music performances will be happening in the afternoons so local musicians who wish to perform please sign up ASAP!

The carnival will be opening from 12pm to 11pm on weekdays and extending till 1am on the weekend!

OOC DETAILS

-The event OOC will be going from Monday May 25th at 12pm EST till Sunday May 31st at 11:00pm which coincides with the time span IC.

-MEME MONDAY will be postponed till next week so we can focus on the event.

-The movie listed is a fictional one so threads don’t lose focus.

-Normal threads can continue on the dash if your characters choose to not attend this event, however it is highly encouraged they do so for plot purposes. Also, given the nature of this event, it is possible to leave and come back to the activities here so it gives room for non event related threads too.

-You don’t have to wait till Friday to start writing the drive in movie night!

-Don’t forget to tag “springhillcall” for plot calls for this event and open starters, threads or outfits for it as “springhillevent002″

Please give this a like if you’ve read it so we know you are aware!

And last but not least… HAVE FUN!

[kymoorc]

# AE CONFESSIONAL x 002 ‼️

S1 x E2 @aehqs​

“I know it’s been a minute since I’ve been up in here... y’all got new decorations or sumthin? Cause I swear I don’t remember seein this picture on the wall.” Kyle mentioned closely studying the painting that hung next to him on the wall. The only way he knew how to accurately describe the portrait was abstract- the different shapes and color was the one thing really stuck out to him. “That shit hard tho’.” Kyle added leaning back into his seat. “Is it for sale?” He asked honestly debating on buying it.

Kyle’s visions lifted from his candy to the woman who was snapping her fingers and calling for his attention. It took a moment to notice she was pointing at the camera in front of him before it clicked on what she wanted him to do. “Oh. Damn I’m off track. I got you.” He chuckled adjusting the shirt he was wearing as the crew joined in on his laughter. “My bad. I got distracted.” Kyle spoke to the same woman behind the camera an apologetic smile playing at his features. Receiving the confirmation from the camera guy that the cameras were rolling again, he jumped right into business.

“Aight y’all I’m back to bless y’all tv screens with my handsome ass face.” Kyle greeted. Instead of a bag of Hot Cheetos to munch on this time, he fished a red and blue gummy worm out of his gummy worm bag, dropping it into his mouth. “Man, I don’t even remember half the shit that happened over these last couple of days. If I’m bein’ real.”

He scratched lazily at the side of his face trying his best to rack his mind for something- even if it was minor. “Oh!” A light bulb went off in his head as he snapped his fingers. “We went to a carnival the other day. Which was pretty coo’. I’m always late to shit so I didn’t get there in time to ride any of the rides.” He mentioned snacking on the gummy worms in his possession.

“There were a few situations that popped off. Like arguments n’ shit nothing too wild like physical fights yet that I’ve witnessed. But all of them were between the women on the show. Over dumb petty shit, if I’m bein’ real. But I ain’t gone hold you,” he lifted a hand to his chest, “Some of them were funny as fuck. Other than that tho, besides the events. I just been chillin’ with my fam and workin’.” Kyle concluded deciding to end his confessional for the night since he didn’t have much to say. “Was that good?” Only after did he receive the ‘ok’ from the crew, did Kyle stand to his feet and leave out of the confessional room.

[thirdwars]

the battle at diagon alley // erin figg

Mentions/features: Davina (and Catriona) Travers, Cassius Rookwood, Astoria Malfoy. Triggers: violence, blood, stabbing, murder.

To summarise: Erin comes to the event dressed in a half-assed costume, which is leveled up by Catriona’s make-up skills. She arrives with her, and her mother, Davina, and the three of them have a good time until chaos breaks out. Eventually, they get separated. Erin spends most of her time trying to get people to safety, until Cassius singles her out and the two of them have a short-lived duel, which ends with him making an attempt on her life. Astoria finds her before it is too late, and saves her life. After the battle, Erin spends two and a half day in St Mungo’s, before returning to work. She suspects Cassius, but has no proof.

THREAD 001: Davina and Erin (blood & dead body tw)

ERIN FIGG: Her costume is lacklustre, but it's leveled up by the make up that Catriona spread on her face earlier. A part of Erin hopes she won't bump into some of her colleagues, but she's happy, for once, so she tries not to care too much about her professional life. Tonight belongs to Cat, and Davina and her, and having fun. And they do, the pair of them being led by a bouncing, exciting Cat. Erin finds herself smiling, despite herself, for the first time in what seems weeks, and looks at Davina with happy eyes. "I needed this. Something .. good."

DAVINA TRAVERS: hogsmeade, in its own way, feels like more of a comfort than anywhere else. it brings a sitting in an armchair before a crackling fire kind of ease. like coming home to see catriona stirring a bowl of batter with honora, or walking past torch - lit windows as snow drifts to cobblestone. (davina considers that the warmth spreading in her chest when she sees erin's makeup, or cat's wide eyes, is what happiness feels like. she hopes it stays.) "yeah? i, for one, assumed that the auror office was the happiest place on earth. i stand corrected." but she's grinning back at erin as they meander along the stalls. "you know what would make this even better? candy floss. ooh! or playing one of those dodgy carnival games where it's basically rigged for you to lose."

ERIN FIGG: She's so thankful for Davina and Cat, for bringing something light into her life. That thankfulness has been there for longer, of course, and she supposed there's something mutual about it. But these days, when she's a creature of grief and fear, and not much else, she's needs it. It keeps her afloat. And so, she grins. "Let's do candy floss first, maybe a sugar rush will help us defeat the machines." It's strange, to have such fun in a world so dreadfully ruined, but she tries. And then— she's not sure how it happens, what triggers it, but chaos is spreading. Before Erin can even fathom what is happening, there are masked figures appearing, screams traveling through the air. Focus, she tells herself strictly. "Davina." She grabs her friend by the hand, and Cat too, rushing to the side of the street, hiding in a storefront. It's a wonder they don't trip, amidst the unfurling chaos, the scattering debris, the running of others present. She looks at her friend, and then at Cat. "You two need to get out of here." And she too, maybe, but whether her sense of duty or her cowardice will win out, she will figure out later. For now, there's Catriona to get out. She can hardly look the girl in the eyes. "I'll cover you."

DAVINA TRAVERS: "incredible plan. then maybe face painting? i think i'd look great as a --" in the air, apparating figures almost look like smoke from a bonfire, or clouds blocking out the moonlight. the scream of a banshee sends shivers down her spine, and it's like the wail is all there is. life is just dark apparitions and desperate, fearful cries, and the panic that ceases davina from moving. it's erin that's active, erin that she's gripping like a lifeline, erin still that has some semblance of a plan when she gets them aside. davina's never been more thankful for her as she is now. "i won't leave you here alone." the statement is resolute. she's stubborn, that much is frustratingly so, and it battles with the fear lodged in her throat when she sees cat. because erin's right, she does need to get her away, more than anything else. "i shouldn't apparate, she's too young, and -- and i might splinch." davina wishes she could will herself to calm, to think straight. eyes squeeze shut for a beat. open again to meet erin's. "where can we floo out? and i swear on salazar's bloody name, i'm coming back to find you."

ERIN FIGG: Her mind is working a thousand miles an hour. Erin is good at that: at thought, at thinking cleverly, at thinking up last-minute solutions. Bloodshed and fire are not her scene, and so she focuses on what she knows, the task at hand. Get Catriona out. Her eyes flick to the store they're standing in front of, and then the rest of their surroundings. "Magical Menagerie is closest," she says, and she grabs her wand, casting a concealment charm. They need time. "But ..." She doesn't want to say it with Catriona persent, wanting to shield her from the reality around them. On the route there, there's a body, and she knows it won't be the last they'll see tonight. But to move past it, with Cat in tow, terrifies her. She doesn't need to see such things (but she already is). "It's our best bet. Your best bet." She wants to tell the other that she will be fine, but Erin does not make empty promises, and so she looks at her friend, her fear now apparent. And then she is back, Erin Figg - clever, calm, collected, chin up. "You take Cat. Cat, don't look, okay? I'll cover you, it's not far."

THREAD 002: Cassius and Erin (stabbing, murder, blood, violence tw)

ERIN FIGG: Erin moves through the chaos, eyes wide and afraid, eyes peeled for Cat, for Davina, who she's lost. Part of her wants to leave, another part of her refuses to: a part that is honorable, dutiful, idealistic. It seems it's winning, as determination holds her wand, her anger at the injustice of this world overpowering. It forces her instincts to be sharp, looking for those who need help more than those who need to be fought (she's a good fighter, yes, but with words moreso than wand-waving). It seems that someone else finds her first, though.

CASSIUS ROOKWOOD: He’s been injured already - by Victoire of all people - so perhaps Cassius should think about leaving the fight. He won’t, refuses to do so, not when there are targets still to take out. And one in particular that catches his eye, Erin, who isn’t a strategic choice. No, this one is personal. He owes her this. And, Cassius figures, this will pay Victoire back for the shot she took at him, if her grandfather isn’t enough. “Looking for me?” The mask protects his face, not his voice, and yet he can’t resist the taunt as he casts a red jet directly at Erin, a Cruciatus he hopes she won’t dodge.  “No, I don’t think you were. Pity.”

ERIN FIGG: She doesn't know it's Cassius, but the thought crosses her mind when he speaks to her - but she can't think about it too long. She's caught off guard, and before she can even say anything, the jet of red light hits her. Pain is all there is, for a moment, and the one part of her that can still think is focused on holding onto her wand, her grasp so tight that her knuckles turn white. She screams. And when it's over, she scrambles back to her feet ( chin up, Erin, chin up, don't let them see the fear in your gut ), forces her mind to think of hexes, curses. She doesn't dignify the other's taunts with a response, but in stead goes for the simplest, yet most effective thing she can think of - "Expelliarmus!" 

CASSIUS ROOKWOOD: Her scream doesn’t last long enough, but it’s something. Time to stop playing though - a quick kill is all that’s needed. Anything more is indulgence Cassius can’t afford, but then he is enraged all over again by Erin’s attempt to disarm him. Like she hadn’t taken enough from him already. “I don’t think so,” he says, jabbing his wand in a blocking formation. She should have stayed on the ground. But no, Erin wants to fight back, just like her squib aunt. He hadn’t forgotten being stabbed, hasn’t forgotten his fury. If she won’t stay down, he’ll make her helpless. “Immobulus,” he snarls. 

ERIN FIGG: The determination of the other makes her think that it's personal, and fear hitches in her throat. She considers apparating, then, a cowardly but rational thought that soon disappears again. It's pure terror that has her in its grip, and Erin tries to remember the bravery she feels when she is at work. Straight backed, chin up, eyes proud, but she is a shell of that woman now. She tries, she tries to block his hex, but it hits her all the same and she is frozen then, helpless not just in her terror but in the literal sense. Her eyes are pleading, wide in fear, and whatever bravery she has left keeps her from dropping her wand. Like this, what is there to do but beg? "Please."

CASSIUS ROOKWOOD: He sees the moment she realises, gives up, and savours the victory, his sneer triumphant, “Your aunt wasn’t this weak. But you’ll pay for her mistake. Give her my best when you see her.” Cassius wordlessly conjures three knives - one for each stab wound Arabella Figg left him with - and sends them at Erin. Muggle inspired though it may be, they hone in on their target with the viciousness of any curse, Cassius’ eyes following their path with eagerness. He’s waited too long for this and now he has won, so decisively, so conclusively, that Erin can do nothing but wait to die, at his hand, by his will. It was as if her blood spilling would be the sealing of a vow - he would be denied nothing, ever again.

ERIN FIGG: At least she knows now that she was right to be afraid all this time, that these past months spent in fear of what might happen have been rational. "You -" Anger mixes with fear, a combination that makes Erin want to run both towards and from her attacker. But she is frozen. "You'll pay for what you did." Because if there is anything she has faith in, it is justice, even if this is anything but just. If she loses that faith, what will there be left of her but an aimless, terrified being? Knives pierce her skin and Erin gasps. She doesn't feel anything at first, shock washing over her as she watches blood seep from the slashes in her skin. Eyes wide, the curse breaks, and she staggers. This is it, she thinks, and she looks at the masked figure, terror and betrayal and a bit of fury, too, clear on her face. // blood and stabbing tw

CASSIUS ROOKWOOD There’s not even a flicker of fear as Cassius hears the threat. He feels untouchable, more now than ever with fresh blood spilt by his hands. His head shakes with arrogance. “Her death wasn’t significant enough. No one cared.” He sees now as life begins to drain out of her, where his attack has made its mark. His eyes narrow as she staggers. “Yours will mean nothing too,” he says, as he waves his wand in one last vicious circle meant to knock her to the ground. The ignominious death she deserves. Finally he can move on to worthier opponents and forget even the name Erin Figg. He’ll make sure the world forgets it too.

ERIN FIGG: "You're wrong, you're wrong, people loved her," she says, but her words are quiet, futile, even if she believes them. She's trembling as she looks at her hands, fear taking over everything else. They are covered in blood, hers hers hers, and she doesn't even see him cast his last curse, too wrapped up in the thought that this is it, she's going to die. His voice echoes in her head, and she can't help but thinks that it's him, that it's Cassius Rookwood who's killing her, and that scares her more than anything. The fact that he's won, so easily and that she's let him. That she's failed, so easily defeated. So weak. She's knocked on the ground, and Erin gives in to whatever might come next.

THREAD 003: Astoria and Erin (blood & nausea tw)

ASTORIA MALFOY: It's been a long, long while since she's seen this much  blood that isn't her own.  Astoria feels like it's been both seconds and years since this battle broke out — and with each beat of her thumping heart she is reminded that she is not safe here. Her condition and her position in government put her at risk every day, but she's never felt danger this acutely in her life. She's reluctant to just apparate out of there, both because she's lost her husband in the chaos and splinching herself would also mean a death sentence. In her hesitation, she spots a familiar pair of shoes...and when her eyes trace up the body on the ground to a familiar face, her heart shatters. "Erin?" she asks, rushing over. "Erin, is that you?" 

ERIN FIGG: There is only one thought in her head and it's I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying. It's a terrifying thought, because while Erin has known since this war started — since her grandmother was found murdered — that there is something of a mark on her back, this is something else entirely. It's one thing for it to be a far possibility, after all, and another when it comes so close that you can feel it. Ragged breaths slip past her lips and she tries to focus on her surroundings, keeping her head awake as she bleeds out on the cobbles. And then— Astoria's voice. "Yes," she croaks. It's relief she feels, but it crashes over her not like something warm and comforting, but a cool wave. She cries, then. "Help me." 

ASTORIA MALFOY: Erin's voice is faint, but it's there, and Astoria feels a mixture of horror and panic as she takes in the sight of the other woman's wounds. She sinks to her knees at Erin's side, the maternal urge to comfort momentarily winning over her good sense, and she takes a moment to push her hair back, lay a hand on her shoulder. "I'm here." In the next moment the urgency of the situation hits Astoria, and the side of her that is able to keep a cool demeanor in a frantic courtroom takes over. The gleaming silver necklace she wears has a compartment for her emergency dittany powder — it's not enough, but Astoria pours tiny amounts over the areas that seem most concerning; Erin's chest, upper arm, left leg. There's a tiny vial of blood replenishing potion in her robe pocket—again, it's not enough, but it's something. "Drink this."

ERIN FIGG: She doesn't feel shame as a few sobs burst past her lips, heart hammering. It's Astoria — Astoria who knows what to do, who she looks up to, who she might love, not just as a mentor but a friend, too. She's so scared, so scared of her close encounter with sheer ruthlessness, so scared of the blood pooling around her that is all hers, so scared of dying. As a feeling of safety slowly starts to replace that fear, crying seems to be all she can do. The situation gains clarity, as Astoria works on her wounds and she focuses on her. Her brain is fuzzy, clouded by blood loss and terror, but things become clearer with Astoria present. "Thank you," she says, her voice hoarse, taking the vial. What it is, she doesn't know, but she's not one to question Astoria: not on the workfloor, nor here. Erin drinks, and feels something like strength return to her limbs. Her attempt to sit up is, however, met with dizzying nausea and pain, and Erin closes her eyes, a shaky breath past her lips as she sinks back to the ground. She doesn't want to look at Astoria when she asks in a small voice, "Can we get out of here?", scared that the answer is no, and that this is not over yet.