(OPEN) If I Can Do It All Over Again...

[Tiff]

Goal:A group of individuals meet in a remote forest clearing, it's far enough away from society that no uninvited member of society would be able to trespass. A fire is going and there are many different setups for chairs, logs, camping chairs, blankets, etc. The individuals sitting around this campfire are different from you average human being. They come from all walks of life, but have several characteristics in common.

Time Travel
The ability to rewrite an event
The ability to enter another person's past and rewrite it as well as take other's into the past to assist.
They can jump from present time to the past and back to present time, but DO NOT have the ability to jump ahead into the future.

The members of this minority group have gathered to share their stories, and to rewrite each other's histories. They are not typically shy, they are arrogant and believe they can make one person's story trump the next. Ever heard of The Canterbury Tales? If not, in short it's about a group of traveler's who enter into a story telling contest as they travel toward their intended destination. The members of OUR story are not traveler's and the tales they tell are true. If at the end of this journey we as a group decide, we can each enter a final entry, which would relate how the recreated past affected their future. (Last part is optional.)

Each character can take a turn at recreating another person's story, but for the sake of sanity, we'll have Character Johnny recreate Character Suzy's story and then Johnny can tell his own past story and another character will recreate it...understand?

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Lolita Sheridan hitched up her emerald cloak and disappeared into the forest on the edge of a little farmer's town, most of the lights in the little cabins and farm houses were out for the night and had been since about eight, Lolita knew because she'd been sitting at the edge of the town at dusk, waiting and watching. She was truly excited about tonight's events, the moon was full and orange, signifying that harvest was near, and sitting beneath that great big orange orb would deal out some truly interesting stories. She was excited, the last time one of these events occurred she'd been too young to attend, her parents didn't know of her gift and might have locked her up in one of their so called insane asylums.

Yes, her father owned a number of them and as she grew up her pristine mother had kept her pampered and far away from the buildings so she wouldn't be affected by the atrocities. Little did her mom know that she'd disappeared into the air of her pretty pampered room and right into the heart of it, causing mischief and returning to the riches before she could be found out. She was still rather pampered, a little snooty, and highly competitive, absolutely certain she'd be able to rewrite someone's history and make the other's bow before her, like the princess her mother wanted her to be.

She followed the twisting path into the clearing that had been the meeting place for all time traveler's of their caliber for centuries and took a seat on a particularly comfortable camping chair, sitting with her back straight as if she were the queen of the ring, waiting for her counterparts to arrive. She blinked her light grey eyes in the night, hoping someone would arrive soon, so the creative competition could start.

[kristay]

[[I'm just assuming that Ryan knows Lolita. Lol.]]

Ryan quickly changed out of his stifling black suit and tie. The removal of his work clothes seemed like a changing of skin to him. He was the serious and feared CEO of a company he ruled with an iron fist. Everyone respected him because of his intelligence and capabilities as a leader even when he was only 23 years old. He had built the company from the ground up and now it was one of the main companies holding the country’s economy within their hands. No one knew of the real Ryan Sanders however. Everyone thought he was strict and a very private man but no, that was merely a façade for him. A wicked grin traced the contours of his beautiful mouth as he shrugged on a thin navy blue hoodie before shrugging on a leather jacket. He had stuffed his jeans into black leather boots and as he looked at himself in the mirror, he smirked; he was unrecognizable. A sparkling green glinted from his dresser table and he took the simple, silver hoop from the wooden table and slipped it into the hole in his ear. Perfect.

He grabbed his helmet before walking down the stairs and taking the back door of his stately home. He found the black motorcycle he had started using for trips like these and slipped on his helmet as he straddled the bike and turned the engine on. A feral grin replaced his smirk as he listened to the engine purr. Ryan had also gotten used to using the back roads as he headed for the woods where the special meeting always took place. It had been a while since the last time they had all met together and he wondered who would attend this year’s gathering.

The darkness began to envelop him as he drove further and further into the woods. He finally stopped when he saw the small site where numerous chairs were set up and a girl was waiting patiently. Ryan had to smile a bit; sure it was someone he knew from before. He killed the engine and set the kickstand as he removed his helmet, his low ponytail brushing against his leather jacket and making a slight ‘swish’ noise. He put the helmet on one of the handlebars of his bike as he swaggered to the clearing, his emerald green eyes glowing in excitement.

Ryan finally moved into view, approving of Lolita’s emerald cloak, knowing it was the color of his eyes. He sat across from her, moving a chair so he could straddle it, placing his arms on the back of the chair. He didn’t even bother with a hello; he simply smiled at the girl and spoke. “How long has it been?”

[Tiff]

Lolita heard the pur of Ryan's motorcycle as it drew closer, but refrained from budging from her statuesque pose, she knew it was Ryan before he even got close, who else would be bold enough to ride a motorcycle through the thick of a forest on the edge of some farm town that had probably never heard of, let alone seen a motorcycle in their lives. "I think you're too bold." She mentioned, not turning to face him. "I think you would get a rise out of being found out by the others."

She turned her head, but not in his direction, toward the village the members of their group so often relied on to be so insignificant and unsuspecting. "I've heard of you Ryan Sanders, but I'm afraid I've never met you." She closed her eyes as if she were blinking but took her time reopening them. "You must mistake me for my Aunt." She opened her eyes at this point. "Corinth faked her own death." She mentioned. "She wasn't aging, our family was beginning to notice how her younger sister, my mother," She rolled her eyes. "Was beginning to gray and Corinth still kept her youth." She laughed. "I suppose we'll all come to that fate one day." She sighed and turned her gaze back to the fire. "You think the other's will show?"

[Déjà vu]

Anton Durand crouched in the shadow of a small building, his tattered clothes leaving patches of his skin pressed directly against the cold stone wall. When the last hoof-beats faded and blended in with the natural sounds of the night, he relaxed and stood, swiftly and stealthily moving from one building's wall to the next. He knew that he would be fine on this night, safe even if someone realized he was missing. The mortals could not interfere when their power was strongest, when they all came together as one.

It was as if a weight was lifted when Anton reached the edge of the forest; he was audacious enough to laugh right then, so confident was he in his skill and so glad that this day had finally come. They all knew inherently when it was, of course, but that had not kept him from marking the days and going over the details of his escape plan in his head almost every waking moment. Yes, this day had finally come, and finally, some semblance of order could return to his life.

At the last gathering, the first he had been able to attend, Anton had been the unlucky one. During every gathering, one of the elders of the group was required to deliver misfortune to one of the other members, and last time, Anton had been the one to receive it. He could not hold a grudge, for he knew how the magic worked, knew that the sacrifice was necessary. Anton would have his wits about him this year, when the Choosing came about. Certainly, power and skill with arts like these typically came with age, and made risky decisions like choosing an elder worthwhile, but he knew that sometimes the craftiest member of the group and the best rewritten timeline came from an unlikely source.

As Anton came to the clearing, he flashed a smile to the other two in the group, but considering his recent habitat, and therefore his poor sanitation, the sight could be perceived as menacing rather than pleasant and excited. "Ryan," he said, inclining his head slightly as he grabbed a blanket to drape around his shoulders and took a seat, before turning his eyes on Lolita, who seemed familiar, although she was new to the circle, and certainly hadn't been a part of his life this time around. It was weird how memories changed as their pasts were rewritten. Sometimes, old memories were perfect while new ones were blurred, and sometimes old memories all but disappeared while new memories took their places. Or, that was what he'd been told, anyway. The latter had been the case for him.

Anton's cool, blue-gray eyes drifted to the fire pit in the middle of the circle, where flames blazed brilliantly. They signified both terror and hope, for pasts and futures, and Anton knew that if he retrieved any old memories tonight, it would be because of those flames, because of the association his brain had been so quick to make.

[kristay]

Ryan chuckled at the girl; really for someone as young as her she was too serious. She probably would have liked working as the CEO for his company, maybe they could trade places and he could enjoy her youth instead; he shook his head in amusement. He scratched his chin, trying to find the difference between Corinth and Lolita; they looked so much alike that it was eerie. They even spoke in the same condescending way to him; he chuckled. “Ah, so if you’re not Corinth who are you? You put me at quite a disadvantage with knowing my name and me not knowing yours.” He looked at the sky and smiled that same cheeky grin that seemed to come out by itself. “Besides, Corinth would have known that the motorcycle is what I used to come to every single meeting. I’ve never been found out so you can relax.”

He smiled wistfully knowing that what she said about faking death was something they would all have to do sooner or later. It was a sad thing really but that was who they were and they would have only brought harm to others if they didn’t sacrifice the lives they lived. “She should have showed up though; Corinth loved these meetings, she was very good. As her niece…” Ryan turned his smoldering green eyes at her and smirked. “You will have to prove yourself.” A chuckle passed his lips. “Of course the others will show, this doesn’t even happen once a year, it’s a treat for us. Kind of like a drug really.” It was probably the only time that they were truly aloud to release their powers and be who they were meant to be: people who could stop and go back in time to fix or erase things that had happened; they had power over all the people in the world because of their gift and tonight, they were going to play.

Ryan turned as soon as he heard the footsteps approach their camp. When he saw Anton Durand he grinned. “Anton!” He wanted to stand and clap the man on the back but refrained from the action. “How long has it been now?” He couldn’t, for the life of him, remember when they had all met last time but that was a given for time walkers. Minutes, seconds, hours and days passed back and forth and sometimes, what was real didn’t feel real any longer.

[Tiff]

Lolita continued to stare into the fire pit before her, a smirk crossing her delicate features as Ryan spoke about being put at a disadvantage. "I find it quite amusing that you think my name holds some significance in our feat tonight." She flicked her eyes toward him. "It's Lolita, but I doubt you're at any better advantage now that you know it." She flicked her eyes back to the fire as he spoke of the groups history. "Don't assume I don't know my own history. My aunt may not show tonight, but that doesn't mean she hasn't explained the rules or spoke of past meets. I would have gone to the last one, had I not been so young, Corinth didn't think it wise." She shut her mouth as another figure entered the clearing, she recognized him as well, Corinth had only spoken of Ryan Sanders, but she'd actually shown Lolita, Anton Durand before on a short travel through her past. She tried to recall details of that journey, but Lolita often found her memories of past journeys to be a bit muddled, her aunts doing, she supposed, though a bit pointless since she and Corinth would never be in the same circle.

[kristay]

“Because Lolita, names have power and Mr. Sanders is well aware of this fact.” Ryan grinned at the familiar female voice as Sophia Deveraux stepped out of the shadows. The woman was beautiful with pale, alabaster skin, glowing red hair that fell down her back in glinting curls and intelligent amber eyes that looked at you and sucked the truth out. She shrugged out of her black coat, even if the weather was chilly and draped it around Anton, smiling. “How are you old friend?” She sat across from Anton, adjusting the collar of her cream turtleneck as she crossed her legs, her black leather ankle boots making no noise. She put her hands on her lap and offered a tiny smile to Lolita. “Your aunt was a great woman, has she taught you well?”

Ryan scoffed. “Really Blyss? Not even a ‘hello Ryan’? And I thought I was your only friend.” Sophia cringed at the use of her middle name and turned to give Ryan a rancid smile. The two had been best friends since they had been the newbies at the gatherings. They became fast friends and even saw each other outside of the meetings. “Hello Ryan.” She spoke softly, amusement coloring her smooth voice. Ryan laughed at her. “Really Soph, I know for a fact that you missed me.” Sophie raised a single finely shaped brow at her friend. “Like someone misses the plague, I assure you.”

She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back into her seat as Ryan shifted slightly so he could face her without having a crick in his neck. “How’s the teaching going, Professor?” Sophia smiled a delicate quirk of her full ruby lips before she replied. “Rewarding as ever.” She was an English literature professor at the local University and it was something that she had always wanted to be; Ryan made fun of her, every chance he got. Sophie turned to Anton and smiled softly. “Do you think more will arrive Anton?” The gatherings were rare and most of the time, only a handful came; but that would have been enough. Still… She hadn’t seen most of them in a very long time, and their stories were always good ones.

[Déjà vu]

Anton was amused by the way he asked, as if they'd known each other for a long stretch of time, rather than just for one night. They all knew each other well enough, though, considering that they immersed their consciousnesses in each other's pasts at the gatherings, even if they were only watching and not shaping. "In real time? I don't know, Ryan. About seven or eight years, I think." He'd counted each day since he'd first been locked away, but the count of the numerous days before that was a mystery. "She ought to know better than I, for she has had a clear head all this time. That is," he added, knowing that Lolita could have done some time traveling, unknown as she was to the circle, "a clearer head than mine, at least."

Hearing the hidden speaker's voice, Anton's body stiffened, although he made an effort not to make his attention or his unease show. He felt Sophia Deveraux drape a coat around his shoulders, on top of the blanket already there, and he knew it was an insult. It was a condescending, demeaning gesture that he, unfortunately, had no right to oppose. Her sentence had just a touch of irony in it, and as the woman crossed the circle, he made his reply. "Better today than I was when you last left me, I believe, Sophia."

Anton listened to Sophia and Ryan's exchange, noting the way that Sophia made even her equal's words unimportant. When she turned to him again, Anton had to, again, study the perfect angles and features of her face, wary of the presence behind those amber eyes. Even the soft smile mocked him. It was a wonder that he'd ever chosen her. "I imagine they will," he said. Nine of the circle's thirteen spots had been filled the last time he was here. "So many of the elders we are missing cannot possibly stay away." He had a feeling the young girl was replacing the aforementioned aunt, and as much as he wanted to meet Maxwell, who knew all of the group's secrets, or at least more than anyone else, the wise old man probably wouldn't show up, but that still left quite a few time walkers out.

Anton returned his gaze to Lolita's face, having heard the name from Sophia's lips, and again tried to place her. It was evident by her clothing that she lived in the town, so it was possible that they had crossed paths, but maybe he was thinking of a relative. He longed to know, as he longed to remember so many things, but he could not rewrite his own past. Perhaps elders could, however. He didn't know.

[Tiff]

Lolita turned to look at Anton as Sophie spoke to him and he responded. She remembered now exactly where she'd known him from, it hadn't been from the journey's her aunt had taken her on at all. It was from one of her many visits in the insane asylum while stirring up trouble. It was coming back to her quite clearly now. She was at least four years younger than her seventeen years, she'd unfortunately been dressed in a frilly pink dress, but looking back, she remembered how much trouble she'd stirred up with just that. Imagining a thirteen year old girl wandering through the halls of the asylum with a pink frilly dress and umbrella didn't look good on any of the patients or the guards who were on duty. A tiny grin spread over her face as she thought of the one guard who'd been trying to get her father for cruelty, he'd sided with the patients and was ultimately locked up in the asylum himself, keeping her father out of trouble.

She met Anton's eyes and smirked, almost laughing at him for the past he'd had to endure. She'd tormented a number of the patients, standing close to the bars, singing childish songs, twirling her umbrella, she'd spotted Anton out the corner of her eye and had known something was different about him, and he, he must have known she wasn't an illusion. She knew better than to try to mess with him, because he was strong. Looking at him now you wouldn't know that, but he'd had a presence about him, something he put off that let her know she'd be found out somehow if she tried to mess with him. The other's weren't strong enough to call her out, to talk to her, to prove to themselves that she was really real, but he would have, she knew that. He would have distracted her and the guards would have had time to come down and snag her before she disappeared back to present time and locked the insane memories into the minds of a couple dozen people.

Now that she knew exactly where she'd ran into him she let her look soften. He knew she was cruel and ruthless in everything she did and if they entered into a story of one of their pasts, they'd be able to work together to keep themselves out of any future punishments like he'd had to endure. "Don't you think it's time for a new generation of elders to emerge?" Lolita asked. "Maybe the three of you will be the most seasoned traveler's and group of less experienced traveler's will join your ranks." She inclined her head. "Doesn't it seem like that's what's happening here? My replacing my aunt..." She trailed off, surely the elders would have arrived before her if they were going to show at all.

[kristay]

Ryan did not speak to Anton, what could he say after all? It was clear from the way he was dressed that life had not treated him well in the last 7 or 8 years. It wasn’t pity that Ryan felt; they were all strong and powerful, totally above that weak emotion. He felt empathy towards the man; Anton was probably the kindest of them all but traveling through time had a way of twisting everyone up. He also felt that pang of annoyance at how the people constantly tried to take the power of those born with it. He shook his head, his ponytail swishing back and forth like a tail as he opted to remain silent.

Sophie watched Anton; the years had not been kind to him but through all that she could still see the beauty of his eyes and she smiled kindly with no malice, feeling a touch guilty as she remembered the last time she had left him. “You know I’m very fond of you Anton; it was all… simply part of the game we play.” The woman turned her head back to the girl who was no longer quite a little girl anymore. She saw the telltale smirk of cruelty on her face and she found it quite out of place but they all knew that faces were masks used to trick and deceive and maybe that was Lolita’s greatest power. An odd feeling of protectiveness filled her body, she wanted Lolita to stop looking at Anton that way but knew that the man would not say anything; he didn’t need to really.

Ryan listened to Lolita and the easiness on his face became a tad strained. “That is always a possibility; though we are immortal, time travel tends to ruin the best of us doesn’t it?” He said with an amused chuckle as if it was something to laugh about even if in reality, it was a serious matter. “But we’ll see… We will see.” He honestly didn’t want to be an elder but it wasn’t a position you were offered, it was a position you were appointed to and he knew that the three of them had become quite powerful over the last 7 years.

“Ryan has a point, elders are the most powerful time travelers in the group and we have no way of proving the extent of each person’s power until… Well until we begin.” She laughed softly, the sound like tinkling bells. Sophie turned to face Ryan but spoke to Anton. “Would you mind being elder?” He had been one of the strongest prospects they had seen since the last meeting and… She curled her fist into a ball and she didn’t notice how her hand shook. Why was she an elder? He should have… She shook her head slightly, paying no mind to the others as she dealt with her inner demons. Anton Durand had always had the makings of elder, he deserved her position… Honestly? She didn’t even want it; her heart was too full of bitterness and guilt.

[Déjà vu]

_{Note, changing his number of past gatherings to two, making this his third..just in case the detail is important to anyone other than me, lol}

Anton was used to being watched, especially when he was scrutinizing the person watching him, in turn, but Lolita's smirk troubled him. It seemed that she knew him, while he did not recognize her. But, of course, her face had not yet reached its unchanging state. Maybe that was why he was having such trouble. Her hard look turned into something friendly, which was a rarity among the group, all competitors at heart. "Perhaps it is," he said, smiling back with his eyes, if not his mouth. "I'm not exactly a seasoned traveler, though. This is only the third gathering I've been able to attend, Lolita."

Anton's gaze turned to Sophie when she said his name. "Of course, Sophia," he said, his voice sounding guarded. "I'm a good sport. I'd certainly rather lose than forfeit my chance to play the game."

When Sophia laughed, he imagined it as a laugh of cruelty, because it was all he could do not to fall under this powerful woman's spell. Would you mind being elder? Anton despised the word elder for the connotations it held for him, but would, of course, accept the title. He would be an elder, some day, in any case. He was crafty, strong, and determined. His defiance was a character trait that didn't fit most elders, but it wasn't as if elders had to fit the mold of the originals, and besides, he knew how to stay quiet when his opinions would have no impact, so his defiance was less obvious than the quality would be in most. "I would accept the title, regardless of the responsibilities." There are loopholes with every rule, is that not correct?

"Ryan, how long do we have until the proceedings start? I lack a watch," he said with a grin. His guess would be forty minutes, but he was unsure.

[kristay]

Her nails dug into the skin of her palm as she tried to keep her expression neutral. For some reason, his response had hit something inside her and she knew that she couldn't say anything in return. Sophie gave him another one of her smiles, this one a bit more condescending than the first. "Exactly." You idiot. She tilted her head back to glance at the sky, knowing that if she tried to look straight at him, her gaze would falter. "It's not like we can say no once we're appointed, right? You would have to accept it Anton Durand, even if you didn’t want to.” Just like me you fool, just like me. She shrugged her shoulders lightly as she looked at him again, sure of her emotions this time. “But willingness doesn’t really matter afterward, yes? The power and honor that comes with being elder is all worth it.” Not.

Ryan had tried to appear aloof, a silly smile on his handsome features as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, watching his companions banter back and forth. Really, the complications between Sophie and Anton were so interesting to watch. Bickering as if nothing had happened except for a slight insult or a slur against one when in reality the gravity of the situation was intense. Sophie had been the catalyst to changing Anton Durand’s life forever. He tilted his head as the silly smile turned into a smirk of amusement; he tilted his head, his fingers lightly brushing against the smooth tanned skin of his cheek.

"Ryan, how long do we have until the proceedings start? I lack a watch. Ryan turned to Anton and a bark of laugh escaped his lips as he checked his watch. “Just a little longer and then we’ll have to begin. 20 minutes.” It would have been a downright shame if there were only 4 of them but sometimes they really didn’t have a choice on who came and who didn’t… Destiny worked in marvelous ways, maybe the 4 of them were meant to come.

[Déjà vu]

Can't you even look me in the face, Sophie? I've looked straight at you, looked straight into those beautiful, treacherous eyes, even after what has happened. I am the one who should be unable to do that. The past years have cost you nothing. I am the one who has the right to be angry. He didn't, of course -- not really. He knew the terms of the magic, like they all did. No form of magic works without sacrifice. There is a balance of everything in this world. "Yes, they are, as is the respect," said Anton, using, of course, a respectful tone, if not thinking accordingly.

Sophia hadn't had much of a choice about becoming an elder, but she could have said no when he chose her. They could always say no. Provided, that is, that they were not the last to be matched. Anton did not know if the giver or the recipient of misfortune was chosen beforehand, or if the decision was made in the moment, but he would still always blame her; she had wanted a proper chance to show off her skill, and the sacrificial rewritings were often unmatched.

She could have found him. She could have undone the deed. Without the magic of the appointed night, it would be harder, much harder, but still possible. She could have at least made an effort to help him. That was past, however. This was a new night, and stories would be rewritten once more.

"Alright, thanks, Ryan," Anton said. He glanced up at the sky in anticipation, but knew he wouldn't see anything yet. He tried to run a hand through his hair, but stopped when he remembered how matted it was. He looked to Lolita again, wondering how he could know her, wondering if she could possibly drop the clue that would refresh his blotchy memory. "Excited?" he asked with a half-smile. He was, and not just for his own turn. Lolita was new, and he wanted to see what she could do. Anton wondered how much of his and Sophia Deveraux's exchange the girl had caught on to. They hadn't exactly been broadcasting a disagreement, but there was probably something in their tones or in their blocking to suggest one.

[Kelli-wa]

Annabeth was running late as usual, she had a way of not actually knowing what time it was. Her internal clock always ran much slower than the time of reality, but what was reality now? She'd caught a cab to get to the road closest to the small village near the forest and now she stood at the edge of the woods that seemed so familiar. She remembered them vividly and every detail was in place. She'd only seen it in her dreams, although she liked to call them visions. She couldn't jump to the future, she'd tried, but this had happened to her a few times in her life. Like Deja Vu.

She made her way through the woods. As she walked she tried to remember the ways that she'd gone in her dream, figuring that if everything else was correct, why wouldn't the directions be? She saw a light flickering at a distance and knew it was the fire she needed to find. She followed the flickering light, like she had in her dreams. Unlike the dreams, though, she didn't wake up before she reached it. She lurked in the shadows not too far away for a few moments, catching wind of their conversation.

She grinned, she knew what she was going to do now, she knew how she would enter. It was sort of her thing, grand entrances, that is. She loved to make a good entrance and she felt that it told her how things would turn out. If her entrance went well, it was going to be a good night, if not, she might as well leave, because her night would suck. She stepped into the light and grinned, "Don't worry, you can start the proceedings now... I'm here."

[Tiff]

Lolita listened to about half of what the other three said to one another, she knew she should listen more carefully because one day she'd be in there positions, leading a new generation of time walkers into a new game and a new future, but she was distracted. Corinth had told her to choose the memory she wanted the other's to recreate wisely, you didn't want to give them anything that would erase fond memories, but you didn't want to make it too easy. The elder's themselves would have an easy time tearing into something as sweet and innocent as tea time with mom and often times they were ruthless, making awful things happen. Supposedly there was an unspoken rule about not physically harming or killing another person in someone's memory, but accidents happen, trying to kill an actual time walker was impossible, but parents, siblings, friends, co-workers, innocent people with no association at all, it could happen and it could only be changed the next time around if you went back far enough and worked hard to keep the expired individual from falling into the same slippery slope.

Unfortunately for Lolita, she hadn't yet come up with a memory that she wanted the other's to transform, she was pampered and though she couldn't say she adored her parents and the way they kept her from things, she didn't want any accidental harm to come to either of them. She glanced up from her wonderings and met Anton's eyes with his question. "I am." She stated with another smirk, thinking maybe she'd let the other's rewrite one of her asylum adventures. She didn't have much time to mull this over before another young time walker joined the circle and she smiled, she wouldn't be the only inexperienced walker tonight. "Well?" She said, giving Ryan and Sophie both a fixed stare. "Shall we commence?"