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Calder managed to get to the dorm platform and was not happy to see the place they would be sleeping. The dorms looked more shoddy than the ret of the place, and it seems they ran out of materials do to the holes in the floor. The entire thing creaked and moaned to any breeze, leaving Calder on high alert.

Walking over, he looked at the hammocks and touched one before stepping away to a corner of the room that wasn't near any holes. Here Calder would sleep. On the ground. He pulled out the pillow he took from Barth's room and set it on his lap before he started to text.

Calder then watched his screen for messages but knew Barth wasn't quick to respond. It wouldn't stop Calder from texting the demon many times.

He flipped his phone and sent another message.



Calder closed his phone and pressed his head down onto the pillow. It was strange to be away from the group. They were usually always together when they went away.

Shehk settled into her hammock, a big grin on her face, legs curled up against her as she laid on her side, tail wagging right off of the side of the hammock.

Canon jerked awake when she felt the Purple One talk to her again. The motion very nearly threw her from the hammock, but with the aid of her tail woven through the ropes, she stayed on, and managed to climb to the more stable perch of a branch.

A little shaken, Canon offered her name in Skark. Air whistled through her breathing holes, resulting in a rather familiar pattern of notes. She realized what she was doing, and was briefly annoyed that she couldn't recreate the range of sound she could in her natural form. Besides, the Purple One would probably prefer her nickname.

"I'm Canon Indy!" she replied, teetering a little closer to the Purple One along the branches.

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Roch stepped into the dorm, yawning loudly and looking around. He headed for one of the hammocks, dropping down in it and fingering one of the holes in his pants. Well... that sucked, he thought as he tugged on the hole. He wondered if there was anyone that knew how to sew here.

"Hey, does anyone know how to sew? Or have thread and needle or somethin?" he asked the room at large.

Riley. Riley. The Purple One's name was Riley. Overjoyed at this new discovery, Canon reacted by swinging her tail around much like she had in the Stadium and freezing it right above Riley's head.

"Well met!" she declared, removing the tail and wrapping it around the branch. "I was researching you. When researching, you should try to avoid influencing the subject in order to receive data that isn't corrupt."

The last line sounded as though Canon had memorized it from somewhere. She waited while Riley fiddled with her skellyphone. While Canon sensed that Riley's mood had changed, she wasn't quite sure how, considering she was still trying to learn to read the near-featureless purple face. Riley's next question was something Canon had a ready answer for. She was thrilled at the compliment, too.

"Did you see the one that beat me? Wasn't he amazing!?" she asked, voice sliding up into the fanghoul range. "And really, I'm pretty average. Skarks and Horsemen have more in common than I would've guessed, but I was surprised that so many of them underestimated me!"

"Hey, how do you do that, anyway? The not-mouth-talking thing?" she asked on a lightning fast subject change.