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4 - There's supposed to be a stock of water bottles on a bench near the back of the rooms. They aren't there, but there's a thin, coiled whip that looks like it's from the lion tamer. Maybe you should pick it up..? What's it doing here? (+1 whip, multiple people are allowed to get this)
This was wrong.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
That didn't sound right, of course he was supposed to be here. He had always been a vaulter. He had always been a member of the circus. Literally always. He had been born into the circus. His sister had been born into the circus, too. This was where they belonged. This was where they had always belonged. Especially him. How many years had it been?
He looked at his hands, and for a moment he swore that the bandages were off them, but when he shook his head, they were back, wrapped around his hands the way they should have been. Because of course they should have been. He definitely belonged here.
Maybe he just needed a drink of water.
Something to center himself. Something to make his head stop spinning. Because he definitely belonged here, absolutely and entirely and there was no question about that and--
He sucked in a deep breath.
Calm down, Ignacio.
He had done things far more stressful when he ran towards the vault and threw himself up in the air, flying and twirling and flipping and falling to the ground on his feet without falling or shattering his legs upon impact--
There was always a moment in parkour when he felt like he was going to fall. There was always that slight hesitation in his mind, that moment when he felt weightless, almost too weightless, like he was just going to lose his grip and fall to the ground in a heap--
But instead, his feet impacted against the wall and he pushed himself off, moving on to the next railing. He would grab onto the railing, fling himself off--
Ignacio stopped for a moment. What? What did that have to do with anything?
Why was he leaping off walls? That didn't seem right.
He bit down on his lip. None of this seemed right. He needed that water. Where was the water?
He was fairly sure they kept water in the back rooms somewhere, which happened to be near where he was, so the water should have been easy to find. They were on a bench. He was fairly sure he could picture the bench, though the picture seemed oddly fuzzy and inaccurate, like if he reached out to the bench it would ripple or fall apart. It was strange, but it was just thoughts. He was certain the water would be right where he pictured it in the state that he pictured it in. On the bench.
He peered into a few rooms uncertainly before he found a room with a bench at the back. Likely the right one. There wasn't any water in here, though.
There was a ... whip?
Ignacio walked over and plucked it up. Did the lion tamer take all the water and leave their whip? That seemed bizarre at best. Who would do that? He was thirsty. He needed the water to make sense of everything--
Ugh.
Maybe he could just take this whip back to the lion tamer and get himself some water. That would be good.
He left with the whip in his hand.
+1 whip
