(closed) so the nice thing is you get free housing and the digs are pretty sweet

[feyted]

Date & Time: Sometime the last week of October, in the morning.
Location: Unit 108
Characters: Roslyn Small, Scathach, and Mia Fey.
Summary: So a lawyer, an immortal vampire, and mf**king Roslyn Small walk into an apartment and...
Warnings: Will be added as necessary.

( Mia turned the key in the lock, coming into Apartment 108 with a headache and a decent pair of pants. One of the two she considered an achievement.

Mostly the pants. )

Hello?

( She calls out at a reasonable speaking volume, aware that anything more could be waking someone asleep. It feels more polite to announce her presence as she comes into the entrance-way, robe draped over her arm and her head full of confusions of time and personalities.

She's glad for small comforts, but when one of those comforts is the fact a prosecutor is still a pompous ass and another is that her boyfriend-gone-coma will wake up five years in the future still suffering severe damage in the wake of his poisoning by the woman she'd just sent behind bars, she's not sure if comfort's even the right word.

Maya is the good part, and even that ties in to worries Mia knows her sister likely shares. And such an emotional reunion! It must have been incredibly hard on Maya these last few months... )

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[ Ros is back in the apartment for a short break, sitting at the kitchen table unwrapping and rebandaging the wound on her leg she'd received during the fight back in time. She hadn't really expected anyone else to be here - most people didn't seem to be going too close to their apartments - so the call comes as somewhat of a surprise. Particularly that she doesn't recognize the voice. A new roommate for the third room? Perhaps. ]

I'm in here.

[ It's quiet and even, and she finishes taping the new bandage and stands to drop the old one in the trash. ]

[symmachy]

[Scathach had been in her room before Ros had arrived, meditating (only able to enter the place at all because she had been assigned to live there, which was just as good as an invitation). She hadn't bothered to say hello, preferring instead to try and collect her thoughts. But hearing a second party approaching and then entering--well, she might as well make with the human niceties. So she gets off the bed she'll never sleep in, smooths down her white tank top, and walks casually into the kitchen as she runs a hand through her cropped red hair.]

Me too. [She offers a close-lipped smile, not quite apologetic but almost, almost there. "Sorry for not saying hello earlier, I guess" is the intended message.]

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( Two women is a kinder surprise than Mia was suspecting she'd end up with after the last however many hours. She drums up a smile as she looks toward the kitchen area. )

Great. Saves out on trying to figure out who's supposed to be living here some of the time and who isn't.

( It's a light -- and failing -- attempt at humor. She walks toward the kitchen, sadly aware of her less than pristine looking ducky slippers that she held on to with her bathrobe laden arm. She'd need to invest in a pair of flip flops. Walking barefoot to avoid having soaked slippers was just giving her dirty feet.

Not sure of who to address first, she looks from the red haired woman back to the dark haired one who had spoken first. What does she even say? Starting with an introduction is a good idea. )

My name's Mia Fey, junior associate of Grossberg Law Offices in L.A.

( ... Smooth. )

Not that I suppose it matters while we're here in Exsilium.

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[ She hadn't expected to have to check the rooms to see that she was alone, and Scathach's emergence takes her by some surprise. She's not pleased with herself for that oversight. She tosses the bloody bandage, gets a drink of water and then turns to look at both of the others. ]

Roslyn Small, formerly an FBI Agent.

[ A beat. ]

Not that it matters while we're here.

[symmachy]

[The redhead listens to the women's introductions and decides two things: One, it probably won't do any good to make up a fake name here; two: she is going to have one hell of a time hiding her vampirism from a lawyer and an investigator.

But she smiles anyway, close-lipped, raising one small hand in a wave. She doesn't look much older than seventeen, and knows that things might get complicated quickly.]

Mia, Roslyn. Hello. I'm Scathach, but you can just call me Scatty.

[feyted]

( The only one without a disclaimer at the end for who she was.

Also the only one not opting to introduce herself with a profession, which made sense, considering her appearance. Mia decides it's worth asking, feeling a stirring of sympathy and identification with her own sister, right about Scathach's age. )

It's as good as it can be to meet you both. If you don't mind my asking, Scatty, are you still in school?

( No comment on what Roslyn had been throwing away. Former FBI, injured, in a city openly under siege by -- animals? Even without the added absurdities, injuries were doubtlessly common. She seems to be moving well enough for now. )

[boughtabookstore]

[ Mia looks younger than Roslyn, and Scathach looks younger than them both. As much as appearances can be deceiving, it still looks like she's the oldest.

Not that it particularly matters, so long as they can both look out for themselves. ]

You'll get used to it here.

[ But she does throw a glance at Scathach to back up Mia's question. More teenagers being dragged in to fight someone else's war. It's her main sticking point with the Initiative. ]

[symmachy]

[Oh, now she has to either perpetuate a lie or try to spin it into some form of the truth. The latter seems easier. And she supposes that if none of them are actually from her world--well, her actual age and nature will come out at some point. But what an awful first impression it would make, especially if she'll be frequenting this room for however long she's here.]

I'm not. I haven't been a student in a while.

[Good job, now they'll just think she's a drop-out. Oh well.]

[feyted]

( Sounds like she either finished school young or dropped out early. Either were possible, along with any number of answers she hasn't thought of yet. )

Guess that means you won't have to worry about missing any schoolwork. Or celebrate, either way.

( She smiles, considering both women she lived with. A young girl out of school, and a former agent.

Life would be... exciting, that much was apparent. )

Have either of you been here for long?

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[ Meet and greets were all well and good, but Roslyn has to eat and drink something and then sleep before she heads out again. She turns to the kitchen, starts to get ready to boil water. ]

I've been here since the beginning. Since you're both new to this room, I assume you both just came in.

[ That's how room assignments have gone so far, at least. ]

[symmachy]

[Scathach is more than happy to let them make whatever assumptions they want about her. She hasn't lied, of course, so it's no skin off her back if they think she's a teen. It's probably preferable, for the time being. She makes her way to the kitchen, leaning casually against the closest counter.]

No, I just got here. [Literally today.]

[feyted]

The beginning? Of their transporting people in. How new is this technology?

( She steps back out of the way, leaving the kitchen to Roslyn to use. She glances toward Scatty again, offering another small, distracted smile, arms crossing over her chest. Partly in a movement of self comfort, partly as she considers what she's learning. )

[boughtabookstore]

[ This happens a lot to her, really, the inevitable question of how long has this been going on? So we're really stuck here? Time to head off a few of the questions. ]

Almost nine months now. We go on occasional missions, we help them, they've promised to send us home at some point. We have no real reason to believe that promise, but people do vanish from time to time. They've possibly gone home. We don't know.

[symmachy]

[The information is taken in, filed away. None of the answers she's gotten so far feel satisfactory enough, but perhaps from someone who isn't on the payroll will be more honest. Well, not voluntarily on the payroll, at least. She returns Mia's smile just a beat too late, but she hopes it goes unnoticed.]

And you've gone along with it for the past nine months?

[feyted]

There's no definitive evidence either way, I take it.

( Mia frowns, considering this troubling information. Scatty's question directs her gaze to the presumed teen. )

Has the Initiative used persuasive force during that time?

[boughtabookstore]

[ She shrugs, glances over her supplies. ]

I'm making soup, should I make enough for three?

[ And then calmly. ] Many people have tried other methods of going home. None of them have worked.

[symmachy]

[Her response to the food question is immediate:] I'm a vegetarian. Don't worry about making any for me.

[Followed by:]

Do you know who has been here the longest?