Chapter 15: Pack Mentality

February, 151 ADD

"I fucking hate those quizzes," Venatrix said with a huff, digging her key into the lock and flinging the door open to her room at the Academy.

Agate and Coquina trailed in behind her, the latter's gaze lingering awkwardly on each facet of the space that marked it as Venatrix's. "Cruel of them to do it right before the mocks," Agate snipped. Dropping her bag at the foot of her bed, Venatrix let herself fall face-first onto the comforter (thankfully, they'd let her bring the one from home), letting out a groan of exhaustion.

Since moving in last month, Venatrix had stamped her name all over the volunteer bunk, her clothes lining the drawers, her Selection Tournament medal propped up on a shelf next to the tiny figurine of herself that Agate had carved and the preserved tail fan of the Harvest bird she'd shot. Photographs of her friends and family cluttered the rest of the available flat surfaces, their smiles a combination of genuine, awkward, and candid depending on the image. She'd hung the poster she'd won from the summer mocks on one of the walls (Agate had given it back after she'd cooled down), where it lay amidst a collection of cartoon dinosaur stickers that Iago had plastered all over the walls before she'd managed to stop him. She had no idea where the fuck he'd gotten them, but she didn't have the heart to take them down.

The scrape of chair legs against linoleum and carpet indicated Agate making herself at home at Venatrix's desk. "Saw Cadmus when we got back to the gym after lunch and I just about died," she groaned, the wooden chair creaking as she stretched her back. "Of course it was Games Strategies too."

Her father and Cadmus often liked to combine their respective training and lecture regimens into a particular form of torture that had a knack for draining the trainees both physically and mentally; answering rapidfire questions while dangling mid-way from a pull-up bar would do that to a person. At least she'd gotten her questions right.

"My arms," Venatrix groaned into her pillow.

"Your arms?"

Pushing herself onto her back, Venatrix shot her friend a teasing smirk. "Still can't believe you forgot about pack infiltration."

Agate returned her look with a glare, though there was no real heat behind it. "I blanked, okay?"

"My dad was standing right there."

"Literally the most embarrassing moment of my life," Agate said casually. "Come on, fifty push-ups for one question on top of the bars? That's overkill. Plus," she continued, folding her arms over her chest, "nobody's even used that strategy since he won. For obvious reasons."

Venatrix huffed. "Not letting any damn outers into my pack, that's for sure."

The reminder of the impending Games brought a mild frown to Agate's face. "Interesting decorations," Coquina said after a beat, her eyes fixed in a staring contest with a triceratops.

"Iago," she explained.

Coquina nodded, though her lips were still pursed in confusion.

"Better that Aggie got those push-ups than you, huh?" Venatrix said, her tone only mildly challenging. Even without the fatigue of previous exercises, Coquina didn't look like she could manage fifty push-ups, not like herself and Agate.

Coquina pressed her lips together, looking uncomfortable. "Oh, yeah, I guess…" She looked away from Venatrix's stare. "I'm stronger than I look, though."

She had to be, or the committee wouldn't have picked her as the backup volunteer. Venatrix only hummed in response, her fingernail picking at the edge of the dinosaur stickers by her head.

"Yeah, c'mon Trix, she's an archer," Agate said, nudging Coquina's knee with the tip of her sneaker. Coquina shot her a grateful smile. "She could handle it."

I'd like to see it, Venatrix thought, shrugging indifferently. What's her draw weight, like 14 kilos? Percy can do at least 25.

She cut short that train of thought before it could spiral.

"And you," Agate continued, pointing an accusing finger at Venatrix, "need to get your musty ass in the shower so we won't be late."

Venatrix scowled, but she heaved herself off the mattress, heeding her friend's words. "Don't know why I should bother; we'll be spending the weekend out in the woods anyways," she grumbled, stepping around Agate and into the bathroom that came with her quarters. As far as she knew, the Volunteer bunks were the only ones with private bathrooms; the rest of the Academy students had to make do with communal facilities if they chose to live on-campus.

"I'm not allying with you if you smell like a rat," Agate said matter-of-factly; Venatrix rolled her eyes, peeling her sweat-stained shirt from her body. "Speaking of dirty, though," Agate continued, and Venatrix could hear the grin in her tone, "how many people do you think had sex in this room?"

"Agate!"

"I feel like most of them, except last year, obviously. Gotta do it before you die, y'know?"

Venatrix shot her friend a withering look from the mirror.

Agate shrugged. "No harm in it. You think you're gonna..."

"Me and what significant other?"

"I mean, you don't have to be dating anyone, per say. Hell, you could just fuck Alystra. You already fucked over her future, so—"

The snap of Venatrix's t-shirt against the back of Agate's head cut her off, the latter dissolving into snickers. "Asshole," Venatrix retorted. Even Coquina was grinning, and Venatrix shook her head good-naturedly, retreating back into her bathroom and pulling the door closed. Tying her hair into a tight knot on top of her head, Venatrix switched on the shower, letting it warm up while she shed the rest of her clothes and undergarments. Careful not to let the water soak her hair — wet hair was the last thing she wanted to have during what was essentially a mid-winter camping trip — Venatrix scrubbed the sweat from her body, letting the warmth of the steam soak into her sore muscles.

Soreness was an old friend these days, the intensity of her training having been significantly amped up since the Tournament. Stricter diets, stricter regimens, even her lectures had been adjusted in preparation; her or Percy missing a question in Games Strategies would spell more disaster than Agate's fifty push-ups.

With a sigh of resignation, Venatrix relinquished herself from the embrace of the hot shower, bemoaning (with a touch of melodrama) the amount of time before she'd get to take one again. Nevertheless, she quickly dried herself, wrapping a towel around her body before rejoining her friends in her bedroom. "If anyone else needs a shower, feel free," she offered, snuffling through her drawers for fresh undergarments. Agate and Coquina declined, having done so previously in the locker rooms. Swiping a set of thermal underwear, she dipped back into the bathroom to change, though she left the door open to keep up with Agate and Coquina's light chatter. After braiding her hair into a tight tail, she stepped out again, rummaging through more of her drawers for weather-appropriate clothing.

Satisfied, she turned to the other girls, clapping her glove-covered hands. "Alright, ready to go— wait, Coquina, you're not just wearing that, are you?"

Coquina glanced down at her outfit, a noticeable single layer of clothing. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's gonna be fucking freezing," Venatrix said, digging out another set of thermal underwear and an extra sweater. "Here, take these."

"We're not really the same size—"

"It's stretchy. Come on."

At Venatrix's insistence, she took the garments, slipping into the bathroom to change. Venatrix picked up her bag, making sure it held all the things she'd need — keys, ID, water bottle, snacks (though they'd probably be given those before the mocks started again) — and slung it over her shoulder. They headed out when Coquina reappeared, Venatrix making sure her door was locked behind them; wouldn't want any pranksters or particularly-bitter peers getting inside while she was gone, though most of the latter would be participating in the mocks with her.

A peal of familiar laughter reached her ears as they stepped into the hall; Venatrix looked up to see Percy emerging from his room with Lancelot in tow. Automatically, her shoulders tensed, and the mirth drained from Percy's eyes as he met hers.

Despite their promises to each other, despite the increased training the two of them had endured together since the Tournament, awkwardness had settled over the air between them like a thick fog. They ran their miles in relative silence, offered each other polite yet formal encouragement in their sparring matches or target practice (a mere ghost of what it had been before), outran the others even with weighted packs during their Cornucopia sprints without so much as an authentic exchange passing between them. It was perfunctory, and Venatrix didn't like it, not when Percy had first forsaken his spot at their table in the cafeteria to sit with Lancelot and his friends, and not now. Things were bound to change since Percy's decision, and she understood that, but—

"Hey guys," Lancelot said, friendly despite the obvious awkwardness.

Speaking of Lancelot, she had no idea if Percy had even told the kid he was in love with him because he wouldn't fucking talk to her.

"Hope you don't have too much trouble sleeping with those two," Agate whispered into Venatrix's ear, loud enough that Percy's cheeks flushed pink, and Venatrix smacked her again. Lancelot didn't seem to have heard the comment, but Percy's expression turned into a glare, and Agate's smile dropped. She knew this was affecting Agate too, the way her friend nervously glanced between herself and Percy, as if she had to choose one. "Hey, Perce," Agate said with forced casualness.

"Hi Agate." Percy nodded. "Trix."

Venatrix gave the boys a silent wave, taking off down the hall. She heard footsteps behind her, indicating that they were following; sensing a presence to her side, Venatrix glanced over to find Lancelot had kept pace with her.

"You ready for the mocks?" he asked.

"Always am." Venatrix quipped. "You?"

He shrugged. "Long as it's not a repeat of last time," he said, pulling the glove off his hand to reveal a star-shaped scar in the center of his palm, "think I'll be good."

Venatrix grinned, all teeth. "Take that up with Percy, not me." Her face turned pensive as she thought of Coquina. "Though I don't intend to repeat last summer either." She'd almost forgotten that the girl was trailing along behind them, so quiet that she easily passed under Venatrix's radar, even now. That would have to change, for the task ahead.

They chatted lightly as they headed out into the dormitory's parking lot, bundled up for the winter's cold. Venatrix only caught snippets of Agate and Percy's hushed conversation, though by the sound of it, Agate seemed to get more out of their friend than Venatrix this last month. Coquina's wraith-like presence appeared at her elbow as they joined the gathered group of the other trainees and mentors that would be participating. She caught sight of Iago sitting in the open trunk of their parents' car with a couple of his friends; he sauntered over to accept his daily dose of light bullying while they waited for the rest of the stragglers to show their faces.

Once everyone was deemed accounted for, the mentors began divvying up the students into cars for their journey to the fake arena. Venatrix didn't know exactly where they'd be deucing it out this time — like the real Games, they used a slightly different location each time — and her father had been decidedly tight-lipped on the matter, though that was no surprise.

Squeezing herself in between Iago and Agate, Venatrix tried not to be annoyed at Percy and Lancelot ditching them for Morwenna's car. The drive up the mountain wasn't long, though Iago spent most of it annoying the other seven passengers — their parents up front, and Arthur, Tyberius W., and Coquina in the back, the latter forced up against the window due to Tyberius's large frame — with his accented renditions of Capitol radio songs, forcing Oberon to switch off the music.

Iago sighed, shaking his head. "No appreciation for talent around here."

"Is that what you call it?" Venatrix said dryly.

"Excuse you, I have an enchanting singing voice."

"Out of the car, you two," Oberon interrupted, having brought the vehicle to a stop.

The eight of them hopped out, joining the rest of the group as Dagmara rounded everyone up for their trek through the forest to the prepared arena. Only a couple minutes of walking separated the group from their starting point; through the leafless maples and quivering evergreens, Venatrix soon glimpsed the bright blue camping tent that served as their Cornucopia. It rested proudly in a large clearing at the edge of a wide, frozen lake, the rocky bank covered in a thin layer of uneven snow and various weapons scattered around the entrance. Ringed around the tent in a jagged half-circle, twenty-six bright pink X's had been spray-painted onto bits of snow-cleared grass and rock — their starting 'pedestals'.

A shrill whistle interrupted the light stream of chatter that had begun to emanate from the trainees as they laid eyes on the presentation. Bouncing on her toes as her peers huddled in closer around her, Venatrix listened as her father began to explain the rules, a reiteration of last time with emphasis on "no killing or intentionally maiming."

"And try to keep the accidents down to a minimum as well," Oberon said, shooting Percy a pointed stare.

Lancelot gave him a lighthearted nudge, though Percy's gaze was downcast.

Turning his attention back to the crowd, Oberon continued. "We'll be doing this run a bit differently from last time." Venatrix's eyebrows raised as her father's eyes met hers. "In order to give our volunteers a more realistic experience, they will be playing the part of a Career pack while the rest of you will act as outer-district tributes."

The rest of their peers audibly groaned as she exchanged a glance with Percy, shrugging at his somewhat hesitant expression. She'd been wondering whether or not Percy would still want to ally with her (wondering whether she'd want to ally with him), but now it didn't seem like they had a choice. Oberon gestured for the two of them to part from the crowd, giving Venatrix a light pat on the shoulder when she took her place at his side, Percy on her left.

"Now," Oberon said, folding his hands behind his back, "before we start, you guys get to choose your pack. Three picks each, even split between boys and girls. Venatrix, you start."

Venatrix cast her eyes over the group of trainees, though it wasn't really a decision that required much thought. "Agate." With a grin, her friend separated from the crowd to join the volunteers, jostling Venatrix's shoulder as she did.

At Oberon's nod, Percy spoke. "Lancelot."

"Iago."

Another groan of annoyance came from what looked like a handful of eighteens boys at her brother's name. As he parted from where he stood between Arthur and Sanji, Iago spun on his heel, flipping them a rude gesture, his smirk only partially subdued by Oberon cuffing him lightly upside the head. Venatrix chuckled; she caught Percy rolling his eyes in her peripheral.

"Coquina," Percy said, and Venatrix had to stop herself from rolling her eyes too.

Scanning the crowd once again, Venatrix spotted a face that she was surprised she hadn't seen earlier. "Alystra?"

The girl scoffed. "Fuck no."

"What?"

"I'm not joining your damn pack," Alystra clarified, her arms folded stoutly.

Ignoring Iago's muttered "ouch," Venatrix shot her father a confused look; he just shrugged. "I'm—Okay, but are you even supposed to be here?"

Alystra pursed her lips. "Doctor's note said to take it easy, so suck it."

Titters of laughter percolated through the crowd, and Venatrix huffed in frustration. "Pick someone else," Oberon insisted.

Flanking the girl as usual stood her three cronies, Poppy, Olympia, and Leto. Longsword, dual katanas, and throwing axes, if they'd manage to get their pick of the weapons. No doubt they'd be teaming up again; even with Alystra's injury and half the numbers of a classic Career pack, they'd be a threat. Might as well get rid of it now, Venatrix thought. "Poppy," she said out loud, and the red-haired girl frowned, but didn't protest coming to stand with the rest of the pack. Least likely of the three to backstab her, and if she proved a threat, well, Venatrix's swordsmanship skills far outstripped Poppy's, as the other girl was distinctly aware. "Percy?" Venatrix prompted.

"Ilya."

And that was it. Oberon clapped his hands together as Lancelot gave their last member a welcoming shove. "There we have it! Outliers, pick a tactic we discussed in class and go for it; Careers, treat this like a real Games. Go get your armor and packs; you have a couple minutes to talk strategy."

One-by-one they lined up to collect their gear from Dagmara. Her mother handed Venatrix an armor set a couple sizes larger than usual, though it still constricted uncomfortably around her puffy jacket and numerous layers of clothing. Once they were suited up, the eight Careers gathered off to the side in a huddle.

Iago bounced excitedly on his toes, slinging an arm around both her and Coquina's shoulders. "What's the plan, guys, what's the plan?"

"We hold the Cornucopia, like every year," Venatrix said matter-of-factly.

"Nice, nice, cool cool cool," Iago said, and Venatrix exchanged a look of amusement with Agate. "What about districts? Who's gonna be what?"

Venatrix quirked an eyebrow. "Percy and I are Two, obviously—"

"I wanna be Thirteen!"

"What? No, you can't be Thirteen."

"Please? It'll be really fun," he implored, his eyes round as a puppy-dog's.

"Thirteen's not a Career district, you have to be a Career, dumbass."

"I call One," Lancelot piped up.

"Me too," Agate said quickly, and the 'district partners' slapped a high-five.

"Yeah, well, maybe you guys let me into the pack," Iago continued.

Venatrix rolled her eyes. "Why the fuck would we do that?"

"Can I be Four?"

"Sure, Poppy," Percy said.

"Because of my radioactive superpowers, obviously," Iago fleered, pointing his finger into a gun and aiming at Percy. "Pzzhh pzzhh!"

"District Thirteen does not have radioactive superpowers," Venatrix scoffed. "Coquina, you can be Three, you have the vibe."

"Okay," Coquina said flatly.

"They totally do! It would make so much sense!"

"No it wouldn't," Venatrix retorted. "Three our Four, Iago?"

Iago scoffed. "No way I'm being fish-for-brains."

"I'll be four," Ilya offered, his tone blithe.

"Three it is, kiddo."

"Thirteen."

"Three."

"Thirteen!"

"Three." The two of them jumped at the sound of Oberon's voice behind them, his head shaking in exasperation. "Get over to the pedestals. And Trixie," he said, pulling her aside, his face serious. "Looks like we may be in for another storm, so try to make this quick."

She nodded curtly before following her pack towards where Dagmara and Morwenna were arranging the tributes around the semi-circle. "Nope, not there," Morwenna snipped, dragging her away from the empty spot between Agate and Iago. With a huff, Venatrix allowed the Victor to place her between Sanji and Leto, in full view of the Cornucopia's bounty (and Leto's challenging glare).

Ignoring the other girl, Venatrix began warming up her now-relaxed muscles, coaxing her legs back into the ease of motion by jogging in place. Around them, the Victors backed off, taking the leftover equipment with them. They'd be calling the countdown once they'd retreated back into the Nut, well out of potential arrow or throwing knife range.

"You're gonna fall off the damn plate," Leto jeered from a meter away as Venatrix swung her knee outwards, stretching her hip flexors. The latter ignored her; the majority of the others were doing the same. It didn't matter to Venatrix if Leto pulled a muscle or not.

The tight fabric of her armor and winter gear pulled in odd places as she stretched; hopefully the motion would loosen it up a bit, grant her more mobility in the coming Bloodbath.

From somewhere overhead, her father's voice boomed around the stone mountains. "Sixty seconds."

Venatrix fixed her eyes on the pile of weapons in front of her, positioning herself for the sprint. As her gaze landed on the nearest longsword — propped right against a slanted boulder — flecks of white danced across her vision; snow flurries, she realized. Hardly a surprise, given the time of year, the amount of snow already coating the ground.

Oberon's voice ticked off ten-second intervals, and around her, the other tributes braced for the coming onslaught.

"Thirty seconds."

Recounting the positions of her pack — all spread out evenly amongst the outliers; a bit of a disadvantage, given that they were all Careers by blood — Venatrix locked eyes with Percy a couple tributes to her left. He nodded, and she knew that despite how he'd been acting towards her (how they'd both been acting towards each other), she could count on him to keep his promise.

"Twenty seconds."

The crunch of boots against snow drew her gaze away towards Iago at the rightmost edge of the circle, testing the strength of the layer of ice atop the lake next to him — well outside his pedestal boundary. Idiot. "Iago!" she snapped.

He turned toward her with a grin, nevermind the fact that in a real arena, he'd have been blown sky high by now. Her mistake in expecting him to not cheat where he could.

"Ten."

Not important right now. That longsword had her name all over it, and she wasn't about to let anyone else get their hands on her weapon.

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

The horn sounded, and Venatrix took off, the sound of her boots scraping against rock and dead grass joining in with that of her peers as they did the same. Something — a shadow, the crunch of snow — alerted her to an incoming presence, and Venatrix's legs picked up an automatic burst of speed. The sound of the sudden scuffle behind her was secondary as she dove for the handle of her sword, a scream of "Fuck you, Sanji!" coming from behind in Leto's voice.

Venatrix couldn't help but grin at what she assumed was Sanji's gleeful laughter. Spinning around, she saw him barreling straight towards her, eager but weaponless, Leto's blaring red armor registering in the snow. Angling her weapon, she let him skewer himself on the blade, moving too decisively to change course on such short notice.

He grunted as his armor buzzed in scarlet light, the brunt of the blow knocking the wind out of him, but Venatrix was already moving on, driving her sword into another body, her own blade accompanied by Lancelot's from the poor kid's other side. They shared a grin, flinching when an arrow whizzed between them, sticking itself into the armor of an approaching Tyberius W., javelin in hand and poised to throw. Two more arrows followed before he could, knocking him out of the game and onto his back; Venatrix and Lancelot sent appreciative waves to Percy, who'd already begun firing in a different direction.

A fierce wind whipped across the lake, brushing stray hairs into Venatrix's face; pushing them out of the way with one hand, she turned her gaze towards the frozen water, where Iago skidded across its surface, a wild grin on his face as he sent knives flying into unexpected tributes from behind.

Venatrix huffed a disbelieving laugh. "That fucking kid," Lancelot scoffed in amusement, his voice only audible above the din of the Bloodbath due to their proximity.

Right, that little matter, Venatrix thought as her surroundings caught up to her in the form of a spear point sailing towards her from her peripheral. The tip grazed her arm in a buzz of numbing electric current as she dodged, coming face-to-face with another in the hands of a tribute. Quickly, she ducked around the point, catching the shaft with her blade and lunging forwards; her strike caught the tribute in the chest — instant kill, if the armor hadn't been protecting their heart.

Another movement flickered in the corner of eye, and Venatrix raised her sword in anticipation, though she paused when she recognized the flash of mousy brown hair as Coquina's, slipping around Agate and Tyberius M. (Why do they keep letting him compete?) to grab a bow from the pile of weapons. Tributes were beginning to disperse from the starting point, the ones that weren't felled by her allies' arrows escaping into the surrounding pines.

A cry of "Traitor!" drew her attention; Venatrix whipped around to see Olympia and Alystra cornering Poppy between them, the red-haired girl's face wrought with sudden trepidation.

On the dime, both Venatrix and Lancelot kicked off in the direction of their ally, swords at the ready. Alert to the sound of approaching combatants, the two girls hesitated in their attack. The tail end of a whip got there first, wrapping around Olympia's ankle as the crack reverberated around the open air. Olympia screamed, losing her balance, though she quickly righted herself when Ilya released her for another strike, taking the opportunity to scamper off into the nearby forest. Alystra sent a retaliatory knife in Ilya's direction before following her ally. He dodged, coiling his whip in preparation to give a chase, but Venatrix held out a hand to stop him. "Let them go for now," she said, slowing to a halt as her and Lancelot reached their allies.

Ilya's hand still rested on the handle of his weapon. "What? They're getting away!"

"I said for now," Venatrix emphasized. "We'll get them later. We should regroup now." The others consented, abandoning their prey to head back to the makeshift Cornucopia.

Poppy quickened her pace to match Venatrix's, tucking her sword into the belt loop on her armor. "Thanks for coming after me," she said as they walked, her tone carrying hesitance. "Wasn't sure if you would."

"'Course," Venatrix said. "Like hell I'm letting anyone in my pack get Bloodbath'd."

While getting all eight of them through the Bloodbath may be a point of pride, Venatrix knew how the game worked. Allies were allies until they were enemies, but the second half could wait until later. Besides, if Poppy's continued inclusion into her pack drove Alystra and Olympia hellbent for revenge, that was less focus they'd be spending on her.

Agate, Percy, and Iago milled about the bodies of their peers as Venatrix and her party rejoined them, the latter exchanging taunts with the fallen. "Iago, stop pestering them," Venatrix snapped as he dodged an elbow thrown his way by a 'dead' Sanji. "How many?"

"They'll tell us soon," Percy reminded her.

"I got Leto," Sanji said proudly, and the older girl flipped him a rude gesture from her boulder a couple meters away.

Venatrix recounted the past minutes' worth of chaos in her mind. "I got… three, I think."

"Two and a half, technically," Lancelot said pointedly. "We both took out Marleen." Venatrix inclined her head in acknowledgement.

"Ha! I actually got three," Iago crowed.

"Four," Percy said, his lips quirking into a subtle grin at the fact that he got more than Iago, who shot him a glare from behind.

Ilya scowled half-heartedly. "I just got one."

"Same," Agate said. "Sorry, Ty." From his seat on the ground where he was stretching out his leg, Tyberius M. just shrugged.

"I didn't get any," Poppy said glumly.

Digging the tip of her sword into the dirt, Venatrix rested her elbow on the hilt. "So that's-"

The first death horn reverberating around the mountain interrupted her.

Percy ticked them off on his fingers. "Fourteen."

"Fourteen," Venatrix mused, her eyes tracking the heads of her six companions. "Thought you got four, Percy."

The archer shrugged, ignoring the snide look from Iago. "Guess I only injured the last one."

"Hm." Venatrix frowned suddenly. "Wait. Where's Coquina?"

Confused glances passed around the pack, growing deeper the longer they were unable to locate their eighth member. "She's not dead, I don't think," Iago said, searching the faces of the fourteen Bloodbath victims. They shook their heads in agreement, the mousy girl not among their ranks. Belatedly, Venatrix recalled seeing Coquina diving for her bow like she had a single goal in mind, slithering around the combatants like she had no intention of joining the fight.

"She ditched us," Venatrix realized. "She fucking ditched us."

A/N: Hm can't imagine why Percy and Coquina don't want to interact with Venatrix. Truly, no idea.

Anyways, February ! :D I'm projecting three chapters for this arc so.. Hopefully I can stick to that. Should be fun c: ..Also we'll actually be breaking 50k with this one, sans AN's (and still many more word to go before Reaping day.. Love that hjfdhjfd. It'll be fun though, I promise c: )

Also hopefully I can get an update out next week too, I've been Writin so :D See y'all then !

- Nell