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[center]Location: The Hellhole that Used to be the Wilcox Lodge[/center]
[center]Interacting with: Group Two: Mal [@McHaggis], Grant [@Altered Tundra], Olivia [@Symphoni], Alice [@Undine], Tessa [@Kirah], Everett [@AcerRo][/center] [hr][hr]

	Some days, Petyr just couldn't win.
	The party had started off just fine. More people than anybody had expected showed up, including some old friends, and practically nobody had even mentioned the recent unpleasantries. The adults left a bit into the evening, leaving the high schoolers to a nice campfire to spend the night around. And then, the strange things began. It all started with Richard King suddenly getting up and waltzing off into the woods. Not long after, the proverbial shit hit the fan in all of its traditional style. 
	Out of nowhere Jade started to pitch a fit. What had gotten her so worked up was impossible to tell, but she was roaring furiously and stomping her foot on the ground. In the seconds following the first stomp, Petyr remembered the conversation from the previous day with Nina; Jade had been one of the people she'd mentioned had received an ability of some kind. Not long after, he found out precisely what her's was as the ground began to shake and shift under his feet. A great upheaval followed, knocking him backwards and sending him sprawling. When he managed to get to his feet, dust and smoke had started to cloud the area. All he could see was what was barely in front of him, save for the gigantic fissure that now tore through the area. And, as much as he tried, rational thought refused to come to him; it was driven from his mind by a sudden sense of [i]panic.[/i] Even his worry for Nina and Tess left him. All Petyr could think was that he should, no, he needed to run away as fast as he could!
	And so he did. He turned around and bolted into the woods, trying as best he could to ignore the screaming. He had no idea how far his legs carried him. Ten, twenty, thirty yards? It was impossible to tell. But eventually the rush of fear-fueled adrenaline faded, and he began to slow. His strides grew shorter as his breath grew heavy, and soon he was turning about trying to get his sense of direction. The sound of nearby voices drew his attention, several of which he recognized. He stepped over some bushes and into a small area where several other party-goers stood- one of which was Tessa. By the time he got close enough to do anything but pat her on the shoulder and try to be reassuring, Alice had come running up followed closely by a torrent of force that knocked him off his feet again. And then a clutch of black, thorned vines came spiraling out of the ground and enclosed them. And judging by what happened as Alice tried to deal with them, getting out of there would be far from easy.
	[color=0076a3]"I don't know how much good mine's going to be here."[/color] It was a half truth, really; cold and ice could prove effective against plants, but he didn't have anywhere near the capacity to do so on such a grand scale. Besides which, something was nagging at him about the whole situation, especially after Grant mentioned what he could do. [color=0076a3]But if I see an opportunity to do something, I'll take it."[/color]