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Day 2)

Adette seems to be doing her best to enjoy the music, it was a nice change of pace the first time, but it was already starting to grate on her nerve.
She is asking around attempting to hunt down anyone who knows anything about  where and if all the teenage members of the crew are getting schooling. Surely with this many teens, someone <i>must</i> be teaching them something, right? Shes a bit edgy though, easily startled, and jumpy.

Day 4)

The music has taken it's toll, and Adette is sprawled out on a couch in the lounge, with flight line ear plugs in. They did little to stop the sound of music, it only muffled it slightly, to her dismay. She looked tired, and annoyed, her hand resting over her face. As raw as she was rubbed by the music, there was no point getting angry, that's why she sat here now, trying to stay out from underfoot of others, and to keep them out from under her own boots too.
"This has to be some kind of unheard torture. Death by dance music...."