[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=910A1C][center]Ivanna (Brendan)[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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[center]Location: Château de La Lune
Skills: N/A [/center]

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Ivanna had her hand on the doorknob to the bathroom when she the sound of the door opening from the other side. Dangit! Whoever she was sharing a bathroom with had beaten her to taking a fancy dump! The poop would be much less fancy not being the first. Defeated, she turned back to her room. A place as old and fancy as this, there was definite secret tunnels underneath, maybe the entrance was in her room? A queen could dream, at least. She went to check under the bed but got distracted by something on the desk. There was a schedule, not that an improv queen like her needed one. She tucked it in her pocket just in case. There was a history of the hotel--boring, no mention of secret tunnels. A card asking what she wanted for dinner, she circled steak because she was a queen of standards. She picked up the card, wondering if she was supposed to leave it here or hand it to someone or--what was that underneath?

A small note. 

Ivanna hadn't asked herself many questions when she agreed to join the contest, but occasionally one would pop into her mind on the ride over. [i]Who were these people? Was the contest legit? Was it safe? Was she worthy? Were snacks going to be provided? [/i]

But there was one question she hadn't thought to ask.

Who nominated her?

The edges of the note grew damp with sweat from Ivanna's hand as she re-read the single sentence on the note. How did she not consider this? Apparently, someone had. She briefly considered eating the note, to dispose of the evidence, but decided against it. She should keep it, in case she needed to prove she was being blackmailed...was she being blackmailed? Were they just asking a question? Maybe someone was just very curious about who nominated her, and only capable of communicating through creepy note? She hid the paper somewhere no one would find it. 

But the question of who nominated her still stood. Ivanna's chest ached as she thought about it. The note didn't say anything about who did the nominating. Not that it needed too. 

Wait, who knew about--

[color=910A1C]"Ah, dammit, I still really need the bathroom." [/color]


Ivanna bolted back to the bathroom. It sounded like whoever was in there was just washing their hands, but just in case, Ivanna knocked and gave a warning:

[color=910A1C]"Hey bathroomie, it's me! I kinda can't hold it any longer, so hide what needs hiding, cos I'm gonna come in! Protest now, or forever hold your pee!" [/color] Ivanna gave a few moments for them to get dressed before cautiously opening the door, as slowly as possible to still give them more time.