Outside; Late.

[hectorspellman]

In retrospect, giving Wyn the task of finding anything was a mistake. She couldn't find her way out of a wet paper bag, let alone a city that didn't make sense even on a good day. Now she was lost (presumably), he was lost (except not really, because Hector Spellman didn't get lost), and they were both somewhere in the middle of a strange city

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[teachyouwhoiam]

It's probably not the white-blond hair that Hector was expecting.

Carlisle is still looking for the Night Times. Or a way out.

Okay, mostly a way out, but he is willing to try anything at this point.

[ooc: wanted to get a tag in before fleeing in an hour. hope that's okay?]

[hectorspellman]

"Hey!" Hector calls out, catching a glimpse of white-blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. He whirls around, and the words come out before he can realize that this was absolutely not the person he sought.

"... oh."

[[ooc: nae problemo!]]

[teachyouwhoiam]

"Oh?"

Carlisle's gold eyes are curious, but still slightly unnerved at the man who called himself to his attention.

"Can I help you?"

[hectorspellman]

"Ah... no. I've been looking for someone I know, but you're obviously not her." As much as it would pain him to ask, he had to find Wyn.

"You haven't seen a white-blonde Irish girl anywhere, have you?"

[tommyhook]

"Isn't it?" There's a young boy at his side, gazing out at the assembled throngs with something like pride. Thommy is in disguise, so to speak., his fae mien tucked away so he passes as a raggedy dirty little boy.

"It's the night, fantastic."