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So the "sorry" balloon did in fact serve a purpose. The confetti bottle attached opened with a small "pop", and Lyall was suddenly lost in a kaleidoscope of swarming colors. ...

While Alan helped Natalie set up in his room for an unexpected night over, Lyall silently leaned against his own bedroom doorway, arms crossed as he stared intently at the ...

Even after the first solid rest in a couple days and thus renewed clarity, their current circumstances still felt quite surreal. The island was now officially on lockdown. Even though ...

Alright. Chase after crazies, round 3. This was urgent, according to Mister Alan. Caspar wasn't unfamiliar with trauma responses such as this. But that certainly did not make him qualified ...

"Don't worry about that," Alan had said. Unfortunately. Not worrying was simply not in Lyall's nature. Lyall looked at him with mild disbelief. But opted to further inquire instead as ...

The walk back to the cabin went by far faster than the walk to the mansion. Due to a variety of contributing factors that included extra company, sobering up enough ...

Was the mansion bigger than when Lyall last visited? It felt like it just. Kept growing with each visit. The lobby was different too. Maybe. No, it was all the ...

Hild knew James wasn't being entirely serious when he joked about his skull. And, absurd though it sounded, there was actually some logic behind the thought. Hence, she had to ...

Lyall blinked out of his storm of heavy, bitter thoughts when he heard Alan's voice softly call his name. Straightening, he ran his hands through his hair and drew in ...

Well. This interaction was, in a word, abrupt in its entirety. Once Alan was well out of earshot-- "Guys," Vik piped up softly, turning a worried look back to Cyrin ...

Melting into an entirely incoherent pile of mushy brains and flesh on top of a wide array of folklore books, Lyall tried rubbing away a migraine-level headache from his temples ...

"It's not that late," Vik insisted as he set his cleared plate in the sink. "It's late enough," Hild countered evenly. She wiped down the island counter. "We've all had ...

Why couldn't anything here happen even semi-normally? Why was everything made into such a big deal? "Attendance mandatory" this, "wear something nice" that-- The sheer level of orchestration and over-

Unfortunately, his sister found him and hounded him about his "win" for the rest of the morning. And she did not let up until he gave her the full story. ...

After the absurdity of an actual bird delivering their morning papers through their kitchen window-- then going so far as to steal one of their waffles!-- Lyall quickly turned his ...