[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/19fc69490db0adeff7e66208adc2eea0/tumblr_mhytljAeh61s00f66o1_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 1929[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Attic[/b][/i]

	Andromeda's eyes widened slightly at Eudora's boast. She hadn't been asking for Eudora to put the blade down, with [i]thing[/i] referring to the demon, but she still couldn't help but be impressed. Not much was known about the survivors of the Altsoba massacre. They tended to be quiet, keep their identities secret. It was understandable and O.M.E.N. tended to help them vanish as well. To be standing in the presence of the woman who killed the antichrist, well...Andromeda felt a bit out of her league. 

	"The devil's son?" Fairfax inquired, his eyes widening as well. Only Folly seemed to hardly care, shrugging as if [i]anyone[/i] could kill the antichrist these days. But perhaps, it was more that while the others had underestimated Eudora, Folly recognized a powerful witch when she saw one. She knew that witches were always more than they appeared to be. 

	Folly chuckled slightly at Eudora's comment about the floor. "The wardrobe doesn't work like a doorway," Folly explained, with Fairfax beginning to pay close attention to her words. She never spoke too much of how the wardrobe worked, determined to keep Fairfax from using it for one reason or another. He never could get a straight answer out of the girl. 

	"It'll always change your time, but only sometimes your location," Folly said, before eyeing the wardrobe door. "It isn't even always a wardrobe. If we go through, there's no telling where we'll come out. I've found three different locations so far, but there could be more...All are in Coventry and not too far from the circus grounds."

	[color=9999ff]"Let's all go together,"[/color] Andromeda suggested. [color=9999ff]"Hold hands, so that way no one ends up leaving at a different spot...I do wonder if there's a reason why most of us turned up here in the attic...Is there a probability, perhaps, that dictates the end result?"[/color]

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent[/b][/i]

	The ringmaster looked visibly relieved as he saw the twist in Lilith's act, clapping excitedly as if she had already won him over. A few of the other performers gave him a bit of a look, a bit dismayed by the lack of faith the man had in all of them. They weren't [i]all[/i] as messed up as the Valeska family, after all. Boris seemed entranced by the act as well, his hand clenched tightly on the handle of his knife. He had practically forgotten Thalia, giggling to himself like a little kid. 

	"Three death cards," Boris muttered, before practically clicking his heels together and jumping into the air. It might have been insanity and madness, his words, but they were unsettling to say the least--as if the man knew something no one else did. But after everything that had happened...would that really be so hard to believe, that another death would happen before the performance that night?

	"Who do you think it'll be, Little Dragon?" Boris cackled, eyeing Thalia. "Lilith or the nerd?"

	Faust, the nerd, paled slightly at Lilith's description of the routine. It could have been nerves, understandable with such an act, but the nerves were odd. He kept glancing in Thalia's direction, for some reason, before settling himself in front of the target. Lilith could begin. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Coventry Horrors, First Floor[/b][/i]

	The ling rings three times, before the answering machine clicks. It's the standard message that Aloise leaves--an explanation that she is likely out on a case, she'll get to the call when she can, and to contact Liam Matthews if it is urgent. It's brief and to the point, succinct and clean...unlike their hotel room. While all of Liam's things are there, Aloise's items are almost all missing. Sure, her clothing and such is there -- but her weapons? All gone. It's a chaotic mess, as if someone left in a hurry. 

	And as Liam heads out the door and shuts it behind him, a note flutters to the ground. It had been taped to the back of the door, now joining the chaos of the room. Should he return to retrieve it, his name is written simply on the outside in Aloise's handwriting. Once more, it'll be at least fifteen minutes until he arrives in Salem, and the traffic is relatively clear for the moment.