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7/11: Evan
[ Natsuo stays well clear of the pool, but he'd poked his head in there and left right away, passing by the ballroom next door and...
Hm.
When Evan passes by, he'll see a stack of tables and chairs having been pulled together one on top of another as a makeshift staircase, right underneath the chandelier at the center of the ceiling, Natsuo straining to reach up towards it while standing on a precariously balanced chair— caught in between the lights is a stuffed animal, a pink rabbit covered in blood. ]
Hm.
When Evan passes by, he'll see a stack of tables and chairs having been pulled together one on top of another as a makeshift staircase, right underneath the chandelier at the center of the ceiling, Natsuo straining to reach up towards it while standing on a precariously balanced chair— caught in between the lights is a stuffed animal, a pink rabbit covered in blood. ]