And thus, once again Miss Scrimgeour has gotten herself into trouble. What was worse was the fact that said disgrace put the reat of them into damger as well! Why couldn’t the chains have been left alone?

Watching as the coffin changed into a… gemstone? That made absolutely no sense. But her thought process was cut short at the sound of the buzzing. Eyes wide, she couldn’t believe that she had to deal with those things again. Covering herself before the foul insects even reached her, she truly wished that she could have her proper clothes on. Then she would be covered, and at least safe from obtaining more bites.

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Bella Scrimgeour Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Garrett Cavey Cupcake Whitledge Avril Lukeson Kenton Yaxley

The appearance room around them becomes the middle of Salem Square, fogless, and then, blessedly, they wake up on the train station floor.

The bites they got in the dream will follow them into reality, though the mosquitoes are gone now. Some of the group may start to experience intense malarial symptoms.**

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Moving as the mosquitoes swarmed them, Andrew moved from whoever he had covered and began swatting at his skin to get any mosquitoes though as he turned haphazardly, he found himself in the middle of a fogless Salem Square – a place he had been on more than one occasion.

Scratching at the bites, Andrew looked around with a confused look on his expression.

“Wha-??” He said, almost dumbfounded before turning to the others, “We’re in s-“ And then he found himself on the train station floor.

Moving to stand, he moved over to someone and offered a hand to help them up, “Are you alright?” He asked.

Once everyone had regained consciousness, Andrew turned to face the general direction of everyone, “I think… I think we were just in Salem Square.”

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It was clearly a nightmare. Only, one didn't wake up from mosquito bites from a nightmare. And that was precisely what Clint woke up with. Several of them along his arms and chest that he could feel. Luckily, there were none on his face as he stood up from the train station floor and looked around at everyone there. Hopefully no one was too terribly hurt from what had happened.

He nodded when he heard the other man mention Salem Square. "I think we know where we need to go," he said simply before glancing to everyone else. With a nod, he turned to leave the station with one destination in mind. They'd follow or they wouldn't. He didn't really care either way. An end needed to be put to whatever the hell was going on.

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Kenton would have been quite content to continue believing it to be a dream. But a flash of Salem Square and opening his eyes to the Train Station proved him quite wrong. That and he itched! Every part of his arms, neck, legs, chest seemed to be covered with bites. He fished out a salve, annoyed at the layers of cloth once again on him. It only made the bites worse. But the salve might help relieve it a bit. He put some on his hands to test it.

At Podmore’s suggestion, Kenton stood and nodded. “Appears that way.”

  

Mosquitoes weren't the worst thing she'd experienced in her nineteen years of life, but neither were they the easiest either. Bella rose with the others—except not really, as she wobbled on her feet and stumbled right back to the ground. She was beginning to feel ill in the stomach, and she swore her muscles weren't acting as they were supposed to.

Perhaps it was best to leave.

She tried to located Mr. Cavey, all the while wiping sweat from her face.

"I - I don't feel very well," she managed, concentrating on her balance as she tried to stand again. "I think I should g-go to the hospital. Infirmary. Wherever."

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Odette was just glad that the nightmare of the bugs was over when they seemed to appear in two new places. One had said that the first place was the square. A reasonable assumption. She was glad to see her own clothes had replaced those exposing rags. Feeling slightly more safe, she was also glad to see no coffins. What a dreadful sight that was. If only the bites from the vicious bugs had disappeared as well. Scratching her arms, at least they were covered now.

"Someone take... her to the hospital. The rest of us should continue investigating. We have come too far to back down now." She stated. Perhaps it was the Slytherin in her talking, but she was determined to see this through. From all that she has been through, it felt quite personal now.

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Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Cupcake Whitledge Kenton Yaxley

Mr. Cavey, Miss Lukeson, And Miss Scrimgeour proceed to the Infirmary. The others enter Salem Square proper. They find that the sun has long since set (it must be past midnight by now) and that the only building lit up is the Casino.  

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Clint had clearly become a man on a mission, not interested in sitting around and waiting anymore. They had shit to get done so there was no room for idle chatter deciding what the hell to do. He'd headed straight to the square, surprised to see that the casino was lit up in the night sky almost like a beacon. A beacon he was going to head straight towards. He did pause just enough to motion for the others to follow him, a look of sheer determination on his face, but didn't bother saying a word.

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Odette had a fierce determination of her own. She was a Slytherin for a reason. She was going to end this fog and give this 'she' a real sense of fear. This was Odette angry. Not that she would show that in front of the group. But she was angry, and determined to achieve her goals. Following Mr. Podmore with no hesitation, she didn't bother to slow when he did. Walking past him, she made her way to the casino to get to the bottom of this.

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They moved along in a quiet group, Kenton was grateful. Meaningless chit chat always seemed so pointless. It was dark by the time they made the square, how long had they been under, he had to wonder.

One bright spot stood in the distance, like any respectable young gentleman Kenton had graced the establishment's halls at least a time or two before. But he had heard they had closed. Might as well see what was up there. He headed in to the establishment with the others.

  

As the group seemed to get smaller, they found themselves at the Irvingly casino which, as if this had been set up, seemed lit up almost perfectly to invite them in.

Without words, Andrew went with the group into the casino though his stature was tight and defensive almost - whatever was going to happen, he surmised, it was much worse than what had been happening.

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Clinton Podmore @"Odette LÉCUYER" Andrew Lyness Kenton Yaxley

The malaria has evidently caught up with Miss Whitledge, Who departs to join the others at the infirmary. The rest enter.

The casino does not meet expectations.

Once Group F steps inside and the front doors swing shut behind them, they will find themselves in a limestone concrete structure with etchings on the wall around them.

Time passes strangely in here.

There are three directional options: left, right, straight. The leftward path goes upwards, the rightward path goes downwards, and straight continues at level.

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As they entered the casino, the group seemed to have been greeted with three pathways. Andrew looked at them for a moment before looking to the leftward path. Nodding to himself, he turned to the rest of the group.

“I think we ought go upward. It could mean we end up above the fog level and we may find more answers.” He suggested, waiting for a response from the group. He wasn’t going to break from the group now – especially not since this casino didn’t seem to be what he’d envisioned.

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Clint looked around hesitantly, clear unphased by the slamming of the doors behind them. "I think we should go to the left as well," he said in agreement, looking to the others to see if they were in agreement as well.

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As the last woman left, there was a spark of discomfort over the matter. Now she was alone with men whom she was not related to. What if they tried something? "There are two other ways to go. What shall we do about that? It would be unwise to split up, but what if we miss something important?" She responded. Focus. That was her thought at the moment. Focus on her goals.

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