★⠀〈⠀ᴛʜᴇʏ,⠀ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ.

≤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ after the events of briarcliff, including the murder of bloody face and the birth of her child, lana’s next ʙɪɢ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ was jupiter, florida. rumor has it, that the infamous ‘ fraulein elsa’s cabinet of curiosities ’ hides big, shady business’ behind the closed curtains ━━━ the main entertainment, also known as FREAKS, are being treated badly by the visitors and mrs. mars, herself; the employees live in bad conditions and they’re deprived of employee rights in the workplace; and the most shocking of them all, a detective has been murdered and there is a killer clown on the loose. sounds like a pretty busy case/or undercover investigation for our journalist, one may say.

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lana booked herself a three-room flat in downtown jupiter, gave herself a new makeover, and bought a .38 special handgun for safety. she kept her real identity and occupation. why? well, briarcliff left her pretty traumatized, plus, she was done with the whole ‘ false names and SPYING ’ thing. after settling down, lana started her investigation. first, she contacted the local police and had a conversation with them. fortunately, the police staff was ODDLY generous, even going as far as landing lana some files and unsolved cases that have happened around the town. second, she started searching for her own facts. somehow she ended up at the mott residence ━━━ one of the wealthiest families in jupiter, florida.

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introducing herself as an author for an upcoming book about the life of florida’s elite, mrs. mott bought her white lie and welcomed her inside the mansion. ' wow, just look at this place! it looks like a palace, so spacious and bright. ' she exclaimed in fake amusement, taking a look around. ' a lot of people would KILL for this house, you know? ' lana glanced at mrs. mott and raised an eyebrow at her in a questioning way. ' could you? could you KILL someone to get what you want, mrs. mott, or maybe you sent your own son to do the job for you? ' sensing the unpleasant feeling of SUSPICIOUSNESS and MISTRUST, lana quickly covered up the awkwardness with a gentle chuckle, following a head shake. ' i’m kidding, jeez! looked like i almost got you there, mrs. mott. '

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≤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ lebanon and new orleans were only four states apart, ━━━ if this was a weekend trip with the girls, cordelia would ʀᴇɴᴛ a minivan and have all her students take a break from their studies, pack a bag or two and go on an adventure to connect with nature. if she closed her eyes and concentrated enough, cordelia could feel the warm sun rays soaking up her pale skin in ᴠɪᴛᴀᴍɪɴ ᴅ, a soft breeze blowing through her golden locks and almost snatching her hat off of her head. MMM, she can ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ feel it. the thought, the⠀p o s s i b i l i t y⠀of this just staying a dream, brings ʜᴏᴛ, angry tears in her deep brown eyes. N O (!), she cannot think of defeat. she WILL win. ' fight fire with fire, ' cordelia would say to her girls whenever they felt self-conscious, anxious, or scared of what was about to come, future vice, ’cause with michael’s unpredictable nature, the young witches (A N D their superiors) should be prepared for anything ─── michael will be defeated once and for all with a special help from, ɴᴏᴛ only her witches, but lucifer’s son, himself.

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speaking of ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏʀᴅ’ꜱ spawn, the supreme WITCH was well informed of jack kline’s background. he wasn’t ᴛʜᴀᴛ much different from the langdon boy, ━━━ their mothers died during childbirth, they were raised by other people, and both possess great powers. although their pasts have similar events, both boys ended up on ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ paths. MAYBE jack is the answer to cordelia’s burning question ─── can he destroy michael and stop the apocalypse from happening? to answer that question, cordelia, along with myrtle and zoe, teleported themselves right into the heart of lebanon, state of kansas.

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unfortunately, due to cordelia’s lack of concentration, the women ended up on the wrong side of their destination, aka, at the midway co-op service station. ' i am so sorry. that usually doesn’t happen. ' cordelia apologized to her sisters, blaming her misorientation on the stress and constant worrying. myrtle assured her, that everything was alright, and that they could use some help from the locals. zoe agreed, stating that cordelia should rest and let the other two handle the situation. ' you are absolutely right. don’t worry about me, girls. i’ll just stick at the back, and try to see how else can i find his location. '

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