Monday.
IVY: HEY @JENNIFER?
Ivy: Anyone seen her on? Heard from her?
Lumen: No, what's up?
Ivy: Not sure
Lumen: ?
Merida: I can't say anything.
Lumen: Don't give us that line!
Merida: What's going on @Ivy?
Ivy: Uh, Orion reached out.
Sage: Hottie Orion?
Lumen: That's the one. He's bad news.
Merida: I see. Thanks for telling me.
Haley: What's going on?
Sage: From what I gather, shit is going down with Jennifer, but no one knows what.
Prudence: Yeah, I was trying to put it all together.
Ivy: He sounded worried.
Lumen: I am worried though.
Lumen: She's been quiet.
Merida: Give her some time.
Sage: To do what?
Sage: Sounds to me like something went down.
Lumen: We don't ignore one of our own @Merida.
Ivy: Yeah. What the hell?
Merida: Sorry, I can't say anything else.
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Monday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.
ORION SAT ON THE little sofa in Jennifer's bunkroom. He ran his thumb over the densely knit fabric of a sweater he'd found lying on the bed.