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Rowan jumped into the bed, landing bedside Lyric.

Lyric giggled. She decided to flirt and pushed him off the bed. She hoped he wouldn’t get hurt.

Rowan fell, and rubbed his butt. "So we are playing that game, huh?" He jumped onto her and began tickling her.

Lyric giggled and tried escaping the tickle monster.”No! I’m sorry.” She said.

Ember made her way to her dorm, careful not to wake Corrine as she changed and got into bed, she fell asleep a lot quicker than usual.

((Yepp))

"Imma catch you, imma catch you" he said and chased her around the room.

((Just before we get into that territory, no stuff that will make Kim or moderators come after me, ok?))

Lyric stopped running turned to him and kissed him to distract him.

He suddenly stopped with the kiss of Lyric, he just embraced it, hugging her.

After the kiss she yawned.”I think I am sleepy. Do you have a place to sleep?” She asked him.

"Sorry, I came through the town just to experience the festival, didn't know that you were there"

Lyric shrugged.”Ok.” She said walking to get an extra pillow and blanket.”Here sleep on the floor for now.” She said.

"Ok" He took the pillow and blanket and putted it on the floor.

Lyric smiled and climbed into bed.”Good night.” She said.

"Goodnight" He fell asleep.

As they both were asleep, Rowan began to melt, like silly putty. Few minutes went and the puddle had evaporated into the air.

Celes roamed the streets of the city looking at stores to see what they had.

Hector pinned a piece of paper on the wall saying "I'm going on an expedition, any body wanna come?".

Carden walked into the school and went to the principals office.”Excuse me. Mrs. Riba? Are you here?” He asked.

"Yes?"

Carden coughed before entering.”I am the new student you might or might not have known was coming.” He said.

Ari walks around the school, not sure what she wanted to do. She spots a piece of paper on the wall mentioning an expedition. She snaps, a quill appearing out of thin air. “Ari is on board.” She says, the quill quoting her words.