<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/OCf3wPn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Quinn Rose (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963265#msg13963265)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>6/7 WP<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Quinn was quick to share their phone number with any who were interested, along with quickly tapping in any that were offered. Being able to get ahold of everyone would be useful to the point of necessity if they were all investigating this together. It was a shame one of them had already left, but Quinn would just have to hope someone else would know how to contact him. If nothing else, there were always other ways to find these things out, though.<br/><br/>Quinn's eyes narrowed a tiny bit when Harald reacted to their news, but otherwise didn't react. Even that was more out of surprise than anything else, but they possibly shouldn't have been. The man had gone through a lot in the past 24 hours, and Quinn's news wouldn't have helped, even if he did need to hear it. Quinn stood quietly as he vented his frustrations on the log, waiting out the emotions that - as far as Quinn was concerned - he was completely entitled to. Quinn couldn't imagine the pain they would be in if it were their sister that was dead.<br/><br/>They resisted the urge to immediately look down at their phone when they felt it buzz, instead lingering a moment longer. "<em>I'm sorry for your loss.</em>" It was said softly, of course, but with genuine feeling. "<em>I will head there straight away.</em>" There was nothing else they could think to do, and they felt the best way to help, for the moment, was to find out what was happening and to stop it.<br/><br/>They took down Harald's number as well, checking the message they'd recieved as they did. Harley was ok, which was a relief that they felt a little guilty for, in the presence of a man who had just lost his own sibling. It was concerning, though, that Harley could hear the singing too. It made sense, she wasn't one of them, but paranoia was a strong force.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">coming out soon &amp; we can go</span></div><br/>They were in the middle of texting back as Arwen approached, and tucked the phone back away as she spoke. Quinn's eyebrows drew together at the statement, and they glanced a tad nervously back at the water. They couldn't exactly deny that she had a point, and that going alone could possibly be dangerous... But as she asked about a ride, the eyebrows furrowed even further, becoming a full fledged frown.<br/><br/>"<em>My sister drove me here on her bike, there's only room for the two of us...</em>"<br/><br/>They glanced at the pair of pookah's as they made their way away, then over at Balthazar. "<em>Maybe you could follow us, if Sir Balthazar can take you... Or maybe Lilisa and Corrin could... It might be out of their way, though... And if we can catch them.</em>"