"As long as you keep to your schedules and are on time to everything, you won't have a curfew. Just a request, though, try not to think too loud if you're up late. Sleep is the only peace and quiet I get, and if there's even just one person awake, it can wake me up." Rachel explained.
She grimaced at Juliet's thoughts but answered her question first, shaking her head. "I have my own apartment. You and Keisha don't have to share a room, but it's prefered. The apartments are basically two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a livingroom. We only have, I think, five or six furnished, so at least the guys are gonna end up sharing." She sighed. "And it's not like I lurk in your head. It's your free-flowing thoughts that reach me. There are ways to block me from hearing without me TRYING to hear. All of this used to be nothing but offices and a confrence room where the gameroom is now. This has all been done and bought since the government increased the budget to stop Thanatos."
“Alright, then,” Alex decided, “a game of airhockey it is. I don’t know when, but we’ll definitely play a few games.”
“Uh, Rachel, are we going to have schedules or something? How quickly are we expected to move in and when do we find out who we’re rooming with?”
He moved over to the window, drawn by Reve’s enthusiasm. “Wow, this is a great view.” He looked out over the city. “Natalia would really appreciate this,” he laughed. “She’s an artist, so anything remotely ‘landscape’ appeals to her. Right now she’d be pulling the pencil from behind her ear and looking for a scrap of paper to sketch this on.” He smiled at the thought, actually feeling a bit artistic himself.
“Would there by any chance be a music room?” he asked Rachel, still looking through the window.
“Only some electronic devices,” Keisha corrected Rachel. “But yeah, that would be great. I actually have my own special tablet, but thank you for taking me into consideration. I'm not sure I'll need that much to read, though, what with all the training exercises we'd have to do. Speaking of which, exactly how much training will we get a day?”
The gang entered the Game Room and Keisha stood back by the door. The room was huge and she wasn't about to get lost in it or something. That would be just perfect. The floor was carpeted with some kind of course fiber and the walls—at least the ones near her—were paneled in sanded and polished ceder. Scanning the place in her methodical radar fashion, she decided she'd let the rest of them look around while she stayed put. Keisha wasn't really one for gaming anyway, so it wasn't like it mattered. But then again, the thought of competing with the other kids was tempting. She did have a competitive streak. Keisha knew she could win almost every one...provided she got her hand-mind coordination under control. Unless the others had some cool tricks up their sleeves as well. She wouldn't put it past them.
When's the last time I've gotten some good exercise anyway? Keisha asked herself. Shrugging inwardly, she turned slightly at Reve's exclamation of the view. Statue of Liberty? Ah...the times when she could see. The thing was too big for her to see with her new X-ray vision now. Keisha frowned, expression going half-lid behind her glasses. “Ah, that's nice,” she said to Reve. To Rachel she said, “I don't mind rooming with anyone. So long as they're not a guy, obviously. As for your mind reading, it doesn't bother me very much. I'd hate to be you though. But I suppose you get used to it...like we all do.” Keisha perked up at Alex's query. “Music sounds good.”
(sorry if I overload you guys with stuff...I get left behind what with work and everything.)
Juliet & Reve
"Oh, a music room, Ju! You could--"Even Reve could notice the glare he sent her, and he easily recovered."--check it out with me. You know, if we have one." He smiled apologetically, though Juliet could never be mad at Reve for any longer than five minutes. Or annoyed, for that matter. She just loved him too much.
"And Rachel, I will ah...try to keep my thoguths quiet. I wouldn't want to wake you up." Reve promised, though he didn't really have any idea on how to exactly "keep his thoughts quiet". Her power must have been a pain to have; constantly hearing everyone at all times...
"Do you play anything, Keisha?" Juliet tried for some friendly conversation."And uh...I wouldn't mind rooming with you. We both like coffee, right?" She smiled, though it was more forced than anything. Juliet just su.cked at making friends in general; she was a hard person to be friends with sometimes, and late at night when she couldn't get to sleep, it was a fact that gnawed at her soul. Was she really that...bad? Were her father's words he used to say to her ture...? She shook off the thoughts quickly, before Rachel could get too much information out of them.
"There's a music room on the next floor down, although it's not exactly well-stocked yet. We can get you whatever instruments you request." She answered. " As for the thoughts...well Reve, you keep them quiet about the same as you would with talking. You just whisper. Either that or you just don't focus on your thoughts. The less focused on them you are the quieter they are."
She grabbed a soda out of the fridge and popped it open. "Before we move on with the tour, I want to get these little passwords set up. You see, my ability to detect Duckface really just relies on him/her making a mistake. If each of you gives me something special to identify you by, it'd make it easier for me to keep Duckface out, because then I could just ask you for the password."
Ryker smiled at Alex's agreement to an airhockey challenge, but then he found he had nothing else to say. Ryker may have had an arrogant persona, and he may have dressed a bit like a muscle-head D-bag, but he wasn't one for drawing attention to himself through words. If he had something to say, he would say it. If he didn't...well, he was perfectly fine with observing everyone.
It made remembering who to watch easier. Juliet, for example, looked like the kind of girl who would smile as she stabbed him. That is, if Ryker ever offended her brother. Then he'd be in trouble.
I have loud thoughts, he warned Rachel, unable to keep himself from smiling as he leaned back against a wall, arms crossed.
And then a question struck him. "What kind of passwords? Like, 'I have a major star-crush on Angelina Jolie'?"
His smile broadened as he thought to Rachel. Or you could just make the password Cat Dude for me. Since I hate dogs.
Keisha lifted her chin at Juliet's voice. “Coffee’s good. And I play piano,” She answered, smiling quietly, a random piece of music running through her head. “Just your cliched instrument, but a lot of fun nonetheless. I've always wanted to try out the cello but it's always been something I've never found the time for. Have you taken lessons?”
Hearing Rachel's lecture on keeping thoughts quite, Keisha realized she'd be hard pressed to do that. Thinking was a major thing for her. And she focused really hard. Uh oh. Sorry if I cause you pain, Rachel, Keisha sent to Mr. Steel's niece. Thinking's important for me...so you just might want to keep yourself distant if you are uncomfortable...eh, you probably already knew that. I'll leave all that to you. It's your power for crying out loud. Keisha realized she was babbling. Rachel could figure herself out. As for password. She thought a moment later. Moonlight Sonata will work just fine.
Ugh...I don't even like that piece of music very much...
Rachel laughed softly at Ryker. "Thinking of cats, I hope you guys have nothing against them, because Boot's not going anywhere. He's sweet, just don't step on his tail and you're good." She mentally acknowledged the passwords given to her.
As if on cue, there was a meow and Rachel looked down to see her black cat rubbing against her leg. He meowed again, looking up at her. Grimacing, Rachel picked him up, stroking his head. "Shall we continue with our tour then?"
Sam floated around the game room a little bit more, looking at the games interestedly, but not really having the gumption to engage anyone either in conversation, or in a game of any sort. Instead, he silently observed as the others talked and got along, and whatever.
Sam noticed Rachel's cat as she announced him, and automatically bent down to rub its head. He loved cats- especially black ones. They held so much history of bad luck, from all sorts of crazy superstitious people, and felt kind of sympathetic towards them.
"Some of the bad luck people attribute to black cats comes from Poe's short story. 'Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart'. No wonder people got so paranoid," he said, scratching behind the cat's ears.
And, he added in his mind, directed towards Rachel, I suppose my password could be Edgar Allan Poe.
(Just a heads up, I won't be able to reply tomorrow morning, unless I squeeze in a post in the wee hours of the morning. If you need to move along, a give Roseatta power playing rights over Juliet and Carson over Reve :) I apologize for an inconveniences. And since you probably need passwords before you move on, Juliet's is "Paris" and Reve's is "déjà vu". )
Alex smiled as everyone seemed excited by his question about a music room. He was just as happy about Rachel’s answer. To him, having a music room was just as important, if not more important, than having the gym. Music was a way of life for him, thanks to his older sister’s insistence on teaching him.
He took the liberty of pulling a soda from the well-stocked fridge while he thought over what his password should be. He had the perfect word. Cicada. He grinned to himself at the odd word choice.
“I play piano, too,” he added to Juliet and Keisha’s conversation. “It’s actually my favorite instrument to play; I don’t think it’s too cliché.” He also played a little bit of other instruments: guitar, drums, and even the saxaphone. He realized just as he started talking again that Juliet would probably snap his head off just for intruding on the conversation. “Natailia, my older sister, taught me. She’s an amazing musician.”
Oh, a cat, he realized as the furry black animal entered the room and was immediately swooped up by its owner, that’s why I feel my allergies coming on. He decided not to say anything, though. A little sniffling was something that he could live with. But you probably already heard that, didn’t you, Rachel?
Keisha turned at the mention of an animal...especially a cat. Thankfully, Rachel picked the thing up. It didn't seem very happy with all the foreign people about it. Keisha followed Rachel as she continued the tour, but didn't stray closer than nine feet. Sam said something depressing. “That's very depressing, Sam,” Keisha told him.
Juliet & Reve
"Eh, I've dablled with piano before. Violin, and even a little flute." Juliet admitted with a shrug, not wanting to elabortate. She felt like her abilitiy to play piano should be a private thing, an art she could turn too without others wanting to teach her anything. Of coarse, now it couldn't be secret with Rachel, but you couldn't have everything.
I suppose my password should be Paris, then. Juliet added mentally. Piano always reminded her of her home city, a place much more different than New York. She raised a brow slightly at Keisha and Alex's interest; okay, maybe they weren't too bad. Ryker was his usual confident sel--surprise surprise--f as they continued the tour while Sam was...
"Oh, I recgonize that one. 'I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.'" Reve replied to Sam, looking at the cat curiously. A grin slid across his face as his green eyes met Juliet's.
"Do ya think yu can turn into this cat, Ju?" He asked, already imaging the picture. Juliet snorted, and Reve blinked."Oh right, yes my password..."
It will be déjà vu, Rachel. Doesn't it have a lovely ring to it? He mused in his head, before he continued to follow the others.
(Change of plans, I just won't be on tonight :) )
"How do you people know all of this stuff?" Ryker murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. Everyone and their cousin seemed to be spouting Shakespeare and Poe and other equally depressing and dark dead guys. Ryker couldn't fathom how he had turned up in the same group as these people.
Everyone either reads or plays music, he thought, bemused, and somewhat lost. What, doesn't anyone here just turn to a punching bag to let off some steam instead of a paragraph or a music sheet? Oh, wait. That's just me.
And Ryker needed a punching bag, ASAP. Especially if he was about to face months and months away from his sisters, his very life. But for their safety...well, Ryker would do anything.
Rachel, Allen & Jamie
He stays to this floor, so if you need you can live on the next floor down and your allergies shouldn't bother you so bad. Rachel sent to Alex. She set Boot down and he meweed, going about all the people and rubbing on their legs. Rachel suddenly got a very concentrated look on her face, staring at Boot. They'd told her that she could control animals too, if she just learned the right technique. She tried, but she couldn't.
Giving up, she sighed. I'm not much for reading. Too many voices in my head. I can't focus. She said to Ryker.
The tour continued, Rachel showed everything there was to see. Various training rooms, a gym -complete with punching bag and a pool- kitchen, dining area, conference room, offices, apartments, art room, music room, game room, theater -stocked with almost any movie you could ask for- and plenty else to see.
Jamie was quiet. He kept his distance from everyone. He tried his best to avoid all physical contact. He didn't say a single word the whole time. He felt like he was practically invisible, and that was perfectly okay with him. He did find himself wondering who he'd be stuck rooming with. Hopefully someone with a fear I can deal with... He thought absently.
As they came down to the lobby, Allen met them there. He smiled a little and handed out schedules. "Here you go. You can request things to be changed, but this is what we're starting with. Tomorrow's not really scheduled, but once you've settled in, I want you to meet Daunte in training room A. He'll assess your abilities and what kind of training you need to focus on. Also therre are rooming assignments on the back, but once you're in here, you can talk among yourselves and trade out as you please to be rooming with whoever you can get along with."
Jamie checked the back right away. Ryker. He was rooming with Ryker. He mentally shrugged. Better than the luck guy.
Sam actually took Keisha's comment seriously, and thought about it. "Not really, if you think about it. It's realistic, in context. But I suppose if you find reality depressing, then there you go," he said in all earnestness.
When Reve quoted from 'The Black Cat', Sam was eve more surprised when he had recognized Macbeth. Reve didn't seem like he had the attention span to sit down and read Poe and Shakespeare, let alone recall lines from the text word for word. Which was a talent Sam had always prided himself in, singularly.
"Wear myself solely singular," I suppose, he thought to himself, the pun not making sense out of context, but leaping to his mind anyways.
"The Black Cat, 1843," Sam replied absently to Reve, "I'm surprised you know it."
Sam only semi-attempted to pay attention to the tour- he figured that he would have enough time to remember where everything was later. At any rate, he wouldn't be visiting most of them anyways. All of those rooms, with all of those purposes, he couldn't see himself using some of them for anything in particular.
When they reached the lobby, finally, he took his schedule and looked through it, brows furrowed in the way they got when he was reading something.
((Endless, are we just deciding who our roomate on the schedule is?))
(Guys, if you would like to discuss which character is rooming with which, go to the planning thread, it's been recently posted on so it's not hard to find. I may have a say in who rooms with who, but I'm fine with you guys talking it out and deciding for yourselves. And as Allen had said, if things don't work out they can switch and stuff.)
Keisha nodded. She did find reality depressing. So much for that. Sam looked like he did too...but was pretending otherwise. Hmph. The kid seemed very distracted. Was he okay? Heh, nobody was okay, who was she kidding. Keisha turned to the list, found it too taxing and moved away. She'd let Juliet look at it and see if their names were together.
(sorry for my short posts, I didn't have much time)
Alex nodded, seemingly to himself. Thanks, he though to Rachel. “It’s a shame,” he said aloud. “I like cats but I can’t go near them without setting off my allergies. As if proving his point, he sniffed hard to keep from sneezing.
Alex enjoyed the tour. This place looked more like a resort than a place of work. It was a palace compared to the apartment he lived in now.
He couldn’t help but shake his head in the art room. “Natalia would be in Heaven here,” he laughed to himself. And really, she would. There was everything in there that she could ever ask for: paints, charcoals, various art pencils, and even painting oils.
When they’d reached the lobby, Allen was handing out schedules. Alex took his and scanned it, sticking into his pocket for further inspection or reference.
Alex laughed, looking at Ryker. “You’re right.” He turned to Sam and Reve. “How do you know this stuff? Seriously, do you guys stay up all night trying to memorize passages from old books ro something? I think I’d have to read something at least twenty times before I could quote any text verbatim.”