[it takes a few moments, while Tempest waits to see if anyone else gets the door. When they don't, she sighs and answers it herself, cracking it open just enough to peek out, then all the way]
[Before Tempest has time to wonder what he means by "we," a little girl peeks out from behind Stan. She glances at Tempest quickly and then retreats, hiding again.]
[Whatever Tempest is expecting, it's probably not the palm slap that Peace gives her, before ducking back between Stanley's legs to hide again. Stanley snorts quietly, amused. He might've taught her that one, whoops.]
Anything but who's dating whom. I know all sorts of people are running about like hens with their heads cut off trying to get things sorted here, but if you ask me it seems like a bunch of people fumbling about in the dark
I have not heard anything, so they must be alright now. They caused a bit of a stir when we all first got up here. Rather charming young men when they are not fearsome creatures.
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