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xp_logsAn over active TK almost robs Cammie of her favorite thing to have with cornflakes... bleach.
Sooner or later, Cammie would get around to getting herself on a normal schedule, she was sure. But for the mean time, she was happy being mostly nocturnal. It was more a survival trait than anything else. People were more likely to jump you after dark.
Well, not in a place like this, but so far the habit stayed.
Right now, she was out for a drink. And some food. Corn flakes in bleach, if she could swing it. The cornflakes might have been bland, but she needed to eat solid foods to, else she starve to death, and chewing on deodorant and things didn't always cut it.
So things that added flavor to normal food were good. She made her way down tot he big kitchen, not yet touching the disaster that was the kitchenette in the suite she shared with Clouds for Brains.
Upstairs and far away Julian was tossing in his sleep- dreams of horrible deathtraps swam through his head. He saw his friends die time and time again. As a result, his powers were acting as gremlins around the mansion. Toothbrushes were being moved from bathrooms to the inside of DVD cases. Paintings were being inverted and in the kitchen...a bottle of bleach that would look perfect in someone's pile of dark laundry. The gremlined powers picked it up and started to slowly move it out into the hallway.
"...What the fuck...?" Was all Cammie could think of to say as her bleach floated away, surrounded by a green light. If she was the superstitious type she might have thought about ghosts, but she pushed that thought aside before she even had it. This was a house of mutants. Someone was playing a trick on her, plain and simple.
"Alright. You wanna fuck around. We'll fuck around," she grumbled, following the bleach even if only to see where it was going. "Where're ya takin' my bleach...?"
The bottle floated down the hallway and up the grand staircase in the foyer. There were so many options as to where it could go, what damage it could cause. It floated for a moment at the top of the stairs before heading toward the female dorms, stopping in front of suite two. The door opened silently as the bottle drifted inside the empty common area.
Cammie followed, jotting up the stairs easily, her eyes narrowing as the bleach stopped and waited for the door to open. Okay, that was also odd. She poked her head in and followed it. That bleach was supposed to be gracing her cornflakes and she was going to get it back before it decided to start a party on something she didn't want to eat.
Slowly and quietly she snuck on in after the bottle. She was good at that. Being quiet, that is. You were a piss poor thief if you made too much noise.
The bottle drifted toward one of the rooms, where it again waited for the door to open. It opened silently and the bottle drifted inside, tipping ever so slightly, as if to say thank you. It drifted into Callie's neatly ordered room and paused over the laundry hamper- which was designed to allow the user to sort one's clothes as they deposited them. The cap suddenly popped off and gently lowered to the floor.
Cammie's eyes widened. "Oh shit, my bleach!" she whispered and made a dive for the bottle. She didn't want to waste perfectly good bleach on someone else's clothes! This green glowing light floating bleach? It was going down.
The second that Cammie touched the bottle, the green glow vanished- fortunately she grabbed it just before it poured out over all the clothes in the dark section of the laundry sorter. The stillness of the room vanished with the glow, making Cammie much more aware of the pink girl with pointy ears laying in the bed just a few feet away.
Only her well practiced balanced saved all the clothes and the floor from being drenched in bleach, though some did spill, and some did slosh up on her. She personally didn't mind bleach on her clothes. And now, aware of the sleeping Callie, Cammie toed out of the room as quietly as she could still holding the bleach. There was only a couple spots on the carpet to mark it's passing as she ran it back downstairs to flavor her cornflakes.
This place was nuts.
Sooner or later, Cammie would get around to getting herself on a normal schedule, she was sure. But for the mean time, she was happy being mostly nocturnal. It was more a survival trait than anything else. People were more likely to jump you after dark.
Well, not in a place like this, but so far the habit stayed.
Right now, she was out for a drink. And some food. Corn flakes in bleach, if she could swing it. The cornflakes might have been bland, but she needed to eat solid foods to, else she starve to death, and chewing on deodorant and things didn't always cut it.
So things that added flavor to normal food were good. She made her way down tot he big kitchen, not yet touching the disaster that was the kitchenette in the suite she shared with Clouds for Brains.
Upstairs and far away Julian was tossing in his sleep- dreams of horrible deathtraps swam through his head. He saw his friends die time and time again. As a result, his powers were acting as gremlins around the mansion. Toothbrushes were being moved from bathrooms to the inside of DVD cases. Paintings were being inverted and in the kitchen...a bottle of bleach that would look perfect in someone's pile of dark laundry. The gremlined powers picked it up and started to slowly move it out into the hallway.
"...What the fuck...?" Was all Cammie could think of to say as her bleach floated away, surrounded by a green light. If she was the superstitious type she might have thought about ghosts, but she pushed that thought aside before she even had it. This was a house of mutants. Someone was playing a trick on her, plain and simple.
"Alright. You wanna fuck around. We'll fuck around," she grumbled, following the bleach even if only to see where it was going. "Where're ya takin' my bleach...?"
The bottle floated down the hallway and up the grand staircase in the foyer. There were so many options as to where it could go, what damage it could cause. It floated for a moment at the top of the stairs before heading toward the female dorms, stopping in front of suite two. The door opened silently as the bottle drifted inside the empty common area.
Cammie followed, jotting up the stairs easily, her eyes narrowing as the bleach stopped and waited for the door to open. Okay, that was also odd. She poked her head in and followed it. That bleach was supposed to be gracing her cornflakes and she was going to get it back before it decided to start a party on something she didn't want to eat.
Slowly and quietly she snuck on in after the bottle. She was good at that. Being quiet, that is. You were a piss poor thief if you made too much noise.
The bottle drifted toward one of the rooms, where it again waited for the door to open. It opened silently and the bottle drifted inside, tipping ever so slightly, as if to say thank you. It drifted into Callie's neatly ordered room and paused over the laundry hamper- which was designed to allow the user to sort one's clothes as they deposited them. The cap suddenly popped off and gently lowered to the floor.
Cammie's eyes widened. "Oh shit, my bleach!" she whispered and made a dive for the bottle. She didn't want to waste perfectly good bleach on someone else's clothes! This green glowing light floating bleach? It was going down.
The second that Cammie touched the bottle, the green glow vanished- fortunately she grabbed it just before it poured out over all the clothes in the dark section of the laundry sorter. The stillness of the room vanished with the glow, making Cammie much more aware of the pink girl with pointy ears laying in the bed just a few feet away.
Only her well practiced balanced saved all the clothes and the floor from being drenched in bleach, though some did spill, and some did slosh up on her. She personally didn't mind bleach on her clothes. And now, aware of the sleeping Callie, Cammie toed out of the room as quietly as she could still holding the bleach. There was only a couple spots on the carpet to mark it's passing as she ran it back downstairs to flavor her cornflakes.
This place was nuts.
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