No, I shaved a couple of pixies and glued the results to my head! Ylva rolled her eyes and sighed. She had thought she'd gotten over people commenting on her hair. She was probably still a little muddled from her little incident, and more insecure about meeting all these new people than she'd been willing to admit to herself. She sighed again and continued on a friendlier note. Yes, the hair is real. And yes, that is really my natural hair colour. Ylva shrugged and smiled. Just lucky, I guess. I'm a literature major by the way. I love to read, I write and am nuts about languages in general.

Ylva looked away, towards the brownies again. She felt better now that she had gotten some food and drink in her, and wondered whether she should just try one. Looking at the others, it didn't seem dangerous or anything. Zoning out a bit might just be what the doctor ordered. And none of the others appeared to be suffering uncomfortable visions of any kind. Ylva finished what little food was left on her plate while pondering her decision to just give it a try. When she was done eating her sweet selection, she snatched a quick slice of pizza. Apparently pot was good for your appetite, Julius had almost inhaled half of it by the looks of it.

Suddenly, Ylva felt the familiar pull she usually felt before zoning out. For a moment, she thought she heard a woman scream, but it was gone before she could focus on it. The faint pull faded quickly, and she wasn't expecting any issues. Nothing like the last one, anyway. But it did make up her mind about the whole brownie thing. She was not ready to let go of what little self control she had left today. Not right now, anyway. She grabbed a brownie, folded it into a napkin and tucked it safely into the small purse that alwasy dangled off of her right shoulder. I'll save one for later, if that's okay. I've always wanted to try one, but now is not the time.

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The lot of you meet and group up on your way up the stairs. You meet and greet while speeding up the stairs as fast as you can.

You make it to the door where the scream came from. It's two floors up from your dorms. This is where the other party was being held.

Once inside, you notice everyone crowding around a girl who had collapsed. She is on the ground, shivering uncontrollably, with blood beading on her face. Her eyes are glazed, giving the ceiling a thousand foot stare.

What do you do?

@KatKook@OliveYou@alexfangtalon@Polaris North

When Lilly had complimented his food, Lou beamed! When Seoyeon had complimented his food, Lou gleamed! He had never received so many compliments before and he didn't know what to really think of such lovely ladies giving him these type of warm butterfly feelings in his lower abdomen. These feelings were similar to the ones that Buford's girlfriend gave him, but a bit stronger. Nodding along to Seo's rambling, Lou noticed she talked quite fast and a lot. She was very funny and even quoted things Lou had saw on Facebook before. "You talk so much!" Lou claimed, he didn't mean to be so rude but it would come off like that to most people. "I like that though." he said again in a bit of a sweeter tone.

Hopefully that would help.

He didn't understand how someone with a face like Seo's could not be active on facebook. She surely would have a lot of friend requests. Lou had never heard of Twitter, but he would make one that night in bed. He made a mental note to do that, and his first friend on there would hopefully be Seo. He would not send her anything gross, unless she asked him to do so. The first thing he would send her is the recipe to his chicken wings and maybe he would even tell her the secret step in the process.

When Seoyeon bowed, he wondered if he had messed up the conversation already. He bowed quickly back to her, though it was further than he had anticipated. In conclusion, he passed a little bit of gas. He stood up straight, thankfully the music was too loud for it to be heard. But the people next to him may catch a whiff if they aren't too careful. "Have fun, I will follow you on twitter at four o'clock tonight!" Seoyeon was still talking as she walked away. She was waving and bowing, and Lou was impressed by her talent.

Leaving the scene quickly as Seo, Lou looked around for his room mate and due to be best friend; Julius.

Spotting him across the room with some other of the floor mates, he made his way over with a gentle smile, "Hey Julius!" he said, louder than necessary as he leaned forward to make sure he heard him while he was with others. If you didn't know this, when people are talking with one another you HAVE to speak louder than every one else or no one (especially Julius) will hear you. Or so thought Lou. He grinned before looking to the others who were with him, "Hey, nice party we are having!" he exclaimed as he took one of the brownies in front of him and took a large bite.

These had not been kissed during baking, guaranteed.

Swallowing hard, Lou spoke shaking his head, "I don't like these." He continued to take another bite. It was rude not to eat all of something when you took it from the pan. He had a hard time as he chewed through the texture, not knowing what he was getting into. Looking from Julius, the two beautiful ladies, and another nice man- Lou gave a chocolate stained toothy grin.

"The trick is to say it really fast."

Hmmm... Sasha repeated the name in her head. It seemed okay saying it fast in her head but she wondered how she'd do saying it out loud. She'd probably botch it big time and not wanting to embarrass herself or to offend Hangyeol, she didn't try. Maybe at a later time when she's gotten used to it. Maybe. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't really notice how her offer of friendship somehow managed to make Hangyeol uncomfortable. And before she could notice anything amiss, she heard a scream. Her head snapped towards where it came from just as her new acquaintance asked about it.

"Same," she muttered in response as she watched him hurry towards the stairs, wondering if she should do the same. But then what help could she give? Would her presence there help or would she be just getting in the way? Sighing and deciding against meddling in whatever was happening, she decided to walk towards the couch where Venus was. Better to be around a familiar face that try to wander around the already crowded hall full of near drunk and seriously drunk people.

Approaching the couch, she gave her room mate a smile. "Hey Venus," she greeted as she leaned down and placed her untouched plate onto the table by the couch. As she stood up, she offered the rest of the people there a smaller smile. "Hi."

L I L L Y F O R R E S T E R

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Other Party Floor
Interacting with: Alex, Hangyeol, Seoyeon

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Lilly had noticed that there was a couple mroe people coming up the stairs with her. It would seem that she wasn't the only one to hear that scream. As she opened the door to get to the stairwell, she was immediately met with Alex who was holding his contribution to the party - she hadn't really noticed him to not have been present but that was a worry for another time - but he also looked like he was going to investigate whatever scream they had heard. She gave him a nod as a greeting and turned back to the door as someone else stepped out - and then another. Hangyeol and Seoyeon.

"Yeah, I am. And looks like we all are now. Come on." Lilly replied to her newfound friend before turning and rushing upstairs - taking two steps at a time in a feat that she normally couldn't do without adrenaline and pure worry pumping into her veins. Lilly remembered that there was another party happening two floors up, the one they aimed to compete against in a friendly sort of manner. The others were insistent. She shouldn't even be too worried about them. They had their own floor manager to cover for them. Nevertheless, Lilly had not hesitated to burst through the door to check the scene.

And what a scene it was.

A girl laid down there - bloodied and in a sort of catatonic state. Her eyes were wide open but she was not looking at anyone at all. Lilly was no medical student but she knew this girl was in trouble. "What happened here?" Lilly questioned the crowd as she neared the girl to get a better look at her. "The fuck..." She muttered. The woman had goosebumps - maybe that explains the shivering - and they seemed to move a little. "Has someone called the ambulance? Fuck, just call the nurse or the dorm mother or someone!" She barked the order as she knelt down. Without any medical training aside from the complete basics, Lilly was not at all qualified to help in any sort of way.

Calm down Lil, calm down. Someone here should be able to help. God why where these guys just standing around anyway? Maybe their floor manager already went to get the nurse or phone the ambulance.

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Alex nodded to Lilly just as she had to him. Two more followed her out the door. Well, at least this meant not everyone was too focused on partying when something may be going wrong. He followed Lilly quickly rushing up the stairs. He wasn't sure but he thinks he remembered hearing something about another party going on two floors above his. Maybe that is where the scream came from.

Upon entering the room, Alex started to blank. What was going on? Looking around he couldn't tell if there was any foul play going on. He let Lilly do her thing and then walked over, "Okay, everyone back up and give her some space. If there are any medical students around help Lilly with her. You go find this floors RA. And you call the nurse already. If anyone saw or recorded what happened let the room know." Alex started walking around the room trying to see if he could find anything that seemed odd.

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Location: Dorm
Interacting With: Weed Couch Gang

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Buford found that he didn't really have anyone to talk to, and so he began to wander, following the Lou guy. He was a nice enough fellow. He'd been the only one to interact with anything Buford brought, and so now Buford felt himself starting to regret calling in so many favors for this party. Especially since the weed brownies seemed to be the only thing drawing a crowd.

Well. If you can't beat 'em, eat em. Or something like that.

Buford made his way over and took one of the last brownies from the pan. It looked... wrong. He took a bite and quickly realized he'd basically just taken a bite of bud with brownie mix on it. he swallowed, because he wanted to be high and didn't care much about taste, but he did have to look around and see if he could figure out who made these.

"Hey, I dunno who made these, but you're suppos' to soak the weed in melted butter for a while, then use the butter for the brownies once it's nice an' weedy. Not put whole-ass bud in the brownie mix."

Buford chuckled and realized he still had the blow-up doll under his arm. "This one here is uh... shoot, I can't recall the name. Matilda or something." He took the sunglasses off the doll, put them in his pocket, and then handed the doll to Lou. "Here. I think she done taken a shine to ya."

The moment Hangyeol sees the girl on the floor, the memories come flooding back. A minor injury he can deal with, but this is--this is too close. This is exactly why he made the decision to move out to Alaska in the first place, and now he has to deal with this? Worst Saturday night ever.

But—and this a very important but, one of the only things keeping Hangyeol half-sane at this point—he is not allowed to crack.

So, when the edges of his vision go blurry, Hangyeol forces it down like he has so many times before; presses his back against the wall, sinks to his knees and breathes, counting the shaky exhales until they start to even out again. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he searches for something to hold onto, something tangible; his fingers happen upon an old receipt and crush it into oblivion. This is not the time to be panicking, not when there is somebody to be saved.

And so Hangyeol grits his teeth. Hauls himself off the ground. Takes one last breath before breaking through the crowd of bystanders, because this is what he's here for.

"She's in shock," he says, breathlessly, heart beating in a way that is not panic-related but rather from a shot of adrenaline. "Keep her warm—use my jacket—and for the love of god, call an ambulance." Pulling off his jacket and using it as a blanket, Hangyeol kneels down next to the body, trying to locate the source of the blood and put a stop to it. He can't believe something like this would happen... no, that's not right. That girl from earlier—though he thought he was just being paranoid again—

"Let's give her some space, alright? And prop her legs up, get the blood flowing."

“Is your hair for real?”

“No, I shaved a couple of pixies and glued the results to my head!” Ylva snapped back at him, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“That’s fucked. Aren’t they endangered?” Julius replied, scandalized. “Wait, do they even have pixies in Alaska?” he added, almost as an aside to himself. Zoology had never been his strong point, but he’d seen plenty of evidence of the northern state’s diverse wildlife already, despite rarely emerging from the heated inside rooms of the university. Tourists had stopped to oo and ah at a herd of caribou on the side of the road on the bus ride from the airport, and he’d heard tales of wild bears inhabiting the vast pine forests. Yet he was yet to spy a pixie.

“Yes, the hair is real. And yes, that is really my natural hair colour,” she continued, before turning away from him to answer Ziggy’s question. Privately, Julius still had his doubts but there was nothing to be gained from pushing the matter. Instead he put his feet up on the stack of empty pizza boxes and leaned back to stare at the ceiling, only coming back to earth to give Ylva a filthy look as she snatched one of the slices from his box. The last slice was looking awful lonely all on it’s own, so he scooped it up and gave it a new home in his mouth.

Or at least he was halfway through doing so when a loud voice calling his name in his ear made him jolt, dropping the pizza. It landed heartbreakingly face down, spilling it’s delicious ingredients across the carpet. If he was the crying kind of guy the scene might have brought a tear to his eye. Julius turned angrily to the perpetrator with a fist bunched…

Oh god, how had Lou managed to find him again? The guy was like a bloodhound with Julius scent on his nose, and no desire to give it up any time soon.
"Hey, nice party we are having!" he called out, before chomping half of a pot brownie in one oversized bite. “I don’t know this man,” Julius mumbled, his head hanging in shame as Lou gave off a beaming brown grin. The others in the group were staring, possibly in awe at Lou’s lack of awareness. Julius was staring too, only registering the two arrivals when one gave off a small hello and the other pulled out a sex doll… you know, as you do.

"Here. I think she done taken a shine to ya,” the unnamed entrant said, passing the doll over to Lou, who was looking heart-attack levels of excited. This was getting too much to stand. Lou was embarrassing himself, and worse off, Julius by association. It was for Lou’s own good that Julius stood and took him by the wrist, leading him away from the bemused group and into the small kitchenette in the corner of the room.

“Listen, Lou. You gotta calm it down a little, man,” he said, feeling like a overprotective mother as he wet a tea towel under the tap and wiped the brownie off of Lou’s face. “I get that you got mad game-” he broke off to glare pointedly at the sex doll in Lou’s arms. “But you’re dragging the good name of Dorm One through the dirt. Can’t you just act normal, at least for tonight?” he pleaded.

Ylva was only vaguely aware of the new arrivals to their little group. She noticed Ziggy's aversion of one of them, and the other guy's blow up doll. She wanted to say something, but something was tugging away at her and she was quite incapable of ignoring it. This pulling was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her usual pulls were soft, gentle, like someone was gently tapping her shoulder for attention before taking her by the hand and asking if they could show her something. She'd even managed to pull herself out of it once or twice by asking the something to come back in an hour or so because she was in the middle of an exam. It was also nothing like what had happened earlier today. There had been no pull, that had been more like stepping into a hole, or missing a step. A sudden shock, unexpected. This was clearly a pull and it was aggressive and very uncomfortable.

Looking down on her arms, Ylva became aware of two things. Both were equally disturbing. First of all there was her physical response to the pull. It was obvious that all the hairs on her arms, and the rest of her body now that she thought of it, were standing on end. She felt sick, feverish, and had goosebumps all over. The only thing that had ever made Ylva this physically uncomfortable was when a teacher had pulled her artificial nails across a chalkboard during a particularly exciting after school club meeting. The sensation had only lasted a few seconds, but this felt similar but so much stronger. A hundred nails pulled across a hundred chalkboards.

And then there was Ylva's emotional and mental response to it all. She suddenly felt hyper aware of all that was going on around her, as if she was watching the same images through a hundred pairs of eyes at the same time. The people around her seemed more vivid, more present than before, and she was painfully aware of every movement, every sound, every speck of dust in the air. She realised there were fewer people than before. Lilly? She watched people move, heard them talk, almost saw the words as they left their mouths. She was hyper aware of movement, expression, sound. And yet she was almost not a part of it all.

Simultaneously Ylva was overwhelmed by the knowledge of how pointless everything was. It so did not matter who liked who, who ate or drank what, who said what and least of all who did what. Nothing you do here matters. In the end, none of it has any bearing on anything. None of it matters. None of you matter. Why are you here anyway? Many voices, all talking at the same time, all conveying similar messages. Some sounded almost familiar, some were completely foreign to her, and since none of the others were responding to them, Ylva assumed they were all in her mind. It is done. It will be done. Nothing can stop it. Nothing can change it. You cannot change it. You may as well not be here. Why are you still here? In harmony now. The voices kept repeating the same messages. The voices got louder and louder, the sensation of nails across a chalkboard got stronger and stronger ... then, as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped and Ylva was thrown back into her own perception of reality. The whole thing had only taken a few seconds, but Ylva felt shaken to her core.

Moving slowly, as if she feared movement would bring the sensation back, Ylva reached for her beer and gulped the remaining half down. Then she looked around at the others, panic and fear still shining brightly in her eyes. What The Fuck?! She blurted out.
Not knowing what else to say or do, Ylva slumped back down in her seat and tried to make sense of it all. What will be done? What can't we change? What is going on here? And what the hell is this place doing to me? Am I the only one? Where are Lilly and the others? The questions tumbled over each other in her mind, and she could not answer a single one of them. It left her feeling small and confused. Slowly, the hairs on her arms settled down, the goosebumps faded. But the experience would stay with her for a long time.

Sasha hung out by the couch, not really interacting with anyone but acknowledging nods of greetings that came her way. She watched her dorm mates interact with each other, noting for sure that the guy on the couch who claimed to have made the brownies was the most stoned out of everyone there-he was obviously drifting in and out of conversations. He found his giggle sorta cute. The Russian's eyes turned towards the brownies, a little curious about how bad it tasted, as Lou commented. She watched in anticipation as the guy who had bought a wagon full of supplies took the last piece, following its path from the pan into his mouth. She chuckled at his comment. She had never tasted weed brownies before but she could imagine it.

And then there was that sex doll. Matilda. It had a name. I guess men do name their toys... she thought to herself, her brown eyes observing how said doll was passed on to the grinning Lou. And then her eyes shifted to Julius who took both Lou and the doll away. I guess this place is really full of strange people... or maybe I'm just being too judgmental?

She had half the mind to go back into her room but before she could take a step towards it, the redhead's panicked voice made her stay. With a worried look, she tentatively asked. "Hey... are you okay?"

L I L L Y F O R R E S T E R

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Other Party Floor
Interacting with: Alex, Hangyeol, Seoyeon

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Perhaps she was glad that the three had come with her, because it was what kept her grounded since they were moving. Others seemed to still be in shock and she wanted to strangle someone but her floormates were more than enough. Enough? Yes. They were. Alex had turned to the crowd to find a medical student or at least someone who had recorded what happened so they knew what was happening. She was vaguely aware that Seoyeon had run back to her dorm to get her phone to call the ambulance, thank the good Lord for that. Hangyeol kneeled down beside her and draped the jacket over the woman. Okay, they were starting to get some control over the situation.

Someone had offered to carry her over to the couch and put her there so that her legs were propped up at the couch. Seoyeon had come back and she acknowledged the Korean with a nod. "What else do we need Hangyeol?" She questioned the one person who seemed to somewhat know what they were doing. However, as soon as she asked this, the girl seemed to be waking up with a small groan. She didn't seem like she was bleeding - even though it seemed like she was sweating it earlier - but she was looking like shit. "Hey, how do you feel right now?" No reply. Of course. She noticed that the girl was curling her fingers inward - and it seemed to be enough to pierce her skin. Carefully, Lilly reached out to the girl's hands to uncurl them to prevent herself from harming herself further.

When Ziggy, had said that Lou had given him a shock, Lou's mouth pulled down into a pursed frown. He did not like scaring people. He was quite skittish himself sometime and to know that he had scared the man he was not happy about it. "I am sorry for scaring you, I just wanted to be heard over the previous conversation you all were having." he said bluntly. He continued eating the rest of the brownie with various faces of disgust.

“Ah, who am I kidding? These taste like ass.”

Lou giggled along side him. This joke was funny as he had said the word ass, which was a really funny phrase. The beautiful Venus also laughed, which gave Lou an opportunity to make her laugh more, "I guess these really tasted like butt!" he very poorly added to the joke. This was funny to Lou as he threw back his head in a guffaw. His head slightly touched a person who had came up behind the group, Buford and his girlfriend. Lou straightened up for a moment, clearing his throat and ignoring Ziggy's advice to clear his gum line from the mixture of chocolate and weed.

It wasn't very long after that, that Buford's girlfriend jumped into Lou's arms! Had this woman no decency?! Right in front of her boyfriend, and he didn't seem to even bat an eye at the situation. Finally he learned her name. 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓪. It was like a song he had never heard before and all of a sudden wanted to hear on repeat. Buford commented that maybe his girlfriend had taken a liking to him and Lou was a bit tongue tied. Her bright eyes stared at him, her lips puckered. Was she asking for a kiss? "I mean, I would really like to get to know you first, but if you insist..." Lou whispered to her as he began to close his eyes, his lips forming into a delicate kiss to plant on his darling Matilda.

Quite suddenly he was being ripped from her embrace. His eyes quickly opened, and at first he thought perhaps Buford had changed his mind, but it was instead his best friend Julius that was the culprit. Getting pulled to the side very quickly, Lou looked down to Matilda in his arms. She was so understanding of bro time.

Julius wiped off Lou's face which was very kind, he smiled revealing that most of the chocolate in his teeth had been washed away with the saliva he was cooking in his mouth during the kiss. For some reason Julius seemed upset, and Lou returned the feeling after he was told that he wasn't being normal. He had heard that a few time in his life before, "weird" was something he was used to being told. However, Lou liked himself and he felt that other peopled liked him too. Julius especially liked him, if he had taken the time to tell him such a powerful truth.

Wrapping his arms around Julius, Matilda in tow Lou said cheerfully- "Thank you Julius!" he gave a tight squeeze as Matilda popped up into the air and rid up against Julius' back. She fell peacefully to the ground as he let go of Julius. "I will make you proud, I will be what the kids say very tight tonight!" he told him, squatting down to reach around Julius' legs and picking up Matilda. Her skin felt very wet from the sweat of his under arm. Perhaps she didn't feel very well. Lou set her down on a chair to rest and recover. "She probably will be okay." he mentioned to Julius, looking for direction on what to do next with his best friend.