The water was halfway up Roger's calves, soaking the body cuffs of his cargo pants. He had forgotten to roll them up before, but that was something he complain about later. Fixing the pipe was his number one priority.

Following where the current came from, Roger found himself at Lena's room. The door was left wide open from when Lena had rushed out. The bathroom door was opened, the light was still on. Her closet door was closed, and her sheets were still on the bed... Neatly folded... As if they had never been touched.

'Does this girl sleep at all...' Roger thought, pushing a magazine out the way with his foot. He lifted one leg against the heavier pressure in the water, then moved the next until he found the source of their problem: The pipe.

"Tch, tch, tch..." It was that familiar sound of disapproval again. He feels a spike of anxiety squeeze his heart, hurting it. The man turns around to see the woman. She wore a veil, and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Her cheeks were caved in, her body was lanky, and whenever she made that sound... There was a whistle in her voice.

Roger stared at her for a bit, not looking away. He was remembering her, the times he reminisced when she was still with them. And then he remembered the horrid memories, the ones that seeped in, and he stopped. He stopped everything and returned back to the pipe. The water gushed out, spraying him in the face when he got close to look at the valve hidden in the corner behind it.

He sighed. The device had been broken. Roger rushed off to the systems room. That's where he turned off the water supply, and the current seemed to stop. "Great..." It liquid that came from the pipe wasn't water from the ocean, it was their supplies. He was stepping in their water supply they had lost. Wonderful, just wonderful. He started to head back to the others.

((Aw sh!t, we lost our enslaved electrolyte moisture supply. We're screwed, dude. XD))

((We also lost my other comment I posted on here. Nice one colors3d, noice. .__.))

((Lol))

Lucielle uncovers her hands from her face slowly, relieved Cyan had a shirt that covered her "big ol' titties".

"G-Guys!" There was a call, a familiar voice, and splashing of the water they all stood in. Lena races to the door to see Roger making an ungainly light jog to them.

Lena motioned the others to follow her out into the hallway and Natasha obeyed. She made her way to the door and out into the hall, but not before catching a glimpse of Cyan's figure, which was displayed better now thanks to the tight-fit of the tank.

"So, we'll have to ration?" Nat heard, when she walked out. Roger and Lena were already halfway through the conversation, which was no surprise to her. She knew them well, they wasted no time in a crisis.

"What exactly happened back there?" Nat chimes in. She hears Lucielle yawn and feels her place her head on her shoulder. The girl was becoming heavier by the minute. Nat hosts her up a bit, trying to continue carrying her.
Roger turns his head to Nat. He disheveled, and his face shone from being wet. He runs his fingers through his hair, informing her about the lost of water supply.
"Rationing might become a thing after a few uses of it. We lost /a lot/." He tells her. Natasha becomes quiet, and then looks at the floor.

*Cyan walked out of the bedroom. looking at the water covered ground.*
"Sh!t... We're gonna have mold... this water is at mid-shin hight for me and I'm taller than everyone here..."
*She sighed. Looking around the place.*

"We'll figure our abour rhe water supply later in a bit. In the mean time, our main concern should be to get this water out of sub as quickly as possible," Natasha announces, taking the mantle for her team. Roger nods an agreement. He takes his daughter from nat, who then rubs her shoulders and arms. Lucielle was quite heavy.

"Is it possible we resurface and form an assembly line of pales to theow the water out."
"What if someone sees us?"

"It's been quiet for a long as I've been here. The possibility of someone just randomly flying over our head would be small, and the possibility of ir being an enemy is even smaller." Lena replied.
"Actually, I'ma have to disagree on you with you on that Lena. We were ambushed awhile ago. That's why were here in the sub in the first place... 46 feet under the sea..." Roger shurgs. "Oh course, you wouldn't have know because you were..."His voice trails off when he see Natasha shaking her head slowly hinting to avoid the topic.

In the room, Frodo could be heard meowing loudly.

*Cyan realized she was bleeding and pulled up her shirt to see a bullet hole in her lower abdomen.*
"W-who shot me?.. Who the fnck shot me?"
*Her right eye began to glow red, she was pissed and probably tired of bleeding so much.*
"Roger, did you shoot that monster while I was wrestling on the ground with it?"

"Wha-what? I was with Natasha and Lucielle the whole time!" Roger lifts his shirt to reveal his revolver still snug in his gun holder. "I haven't used my gun for the longest time, ever since we've been in here actually..."

"And I don't have a gun. And my hand that would have been able to do that has been bitten off..." Lena looked slightly annoyed about her lost. "Are you sure you haven't shot yourself at some point Cyan? You're the one with the Deagles..."

Natasha was helping Cyan to their bed. "Look, we'll worry about shot her later. We should just attend to her wound before it worsens."

"Natasha, I can heal small wounds like this. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine"
*She got up and heals the small bullet hole along with any damage it did to her body*

Natasha still looked a bit unsure but stepped back and nodded her head.
The meowing continued, becoming louder until it was hard to ignore.
"What is wrong with that cat?" Lena huffs, turning around to face the doorway.
"I'll go try check on him..." Natasha smiles a bit, and walks into the room. Whwn she enters, Frodo immediately launches for her. She nearly drops the cat from her arms but manages to catch it. He shivered and huddles up in her arms.

She pets Frodo's head, trying to calm the animal. He was just scared of the water.

((Going to bed. Gn))

*Cyan entered the room and looked at the shadow cat huddled in Natasha's arms*
"This cat can literally turn into a myst and fly out of the room, and it chooses to literally be a pu$$y..."

((Gn))

Frodo hisses at Cyan, trying to swatt her..
"Oh Cyan, don't be like that. Everyone has something that scares them," Natasha was still petting the cat who had settled into her arms purring, glad to have attention from someone else other than Lucielle.

Roger walks to Lucielle's room and sets her own her bed. He tucks her in then sits down in the sofa nearby. He had put in a good front, but he was honestly still rattled by the 'encounters' he was having.

"Oh shut the fuck up, cat... I've done enough things for you that I have the right to call you a pussy one time... Natasha, I have no fears, I just hope things don't happen and if they do then that is my fate. I can't change my destiny but I can label the fact that a MYST DEMON disguised as a FURBALL can fly around and shit..."
*She sighed and gently took the cat from Natasha's arms, walking out of the room and to the livingroom, sitting on the couch and gently stroking Frodo's fur. she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, scratching behind the cat's ears. She sat straight and had a blank posture, let alone her expressions. She seemed like an android in those blank silent moments, though Natasha had the special sense that she always knew when someone was down. which Cyan obviously was, also pissed off too, it seemed as though she was meditating by making contact with the shadow-ey feline. It would make sense being that Frodo was an animal of the same shadow species that Cyan's powers origin.*

Frodo sat in Cyan's arms, eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. He seemed bothered by something, something other than the water, which Natasha had guessed before.
"Why don't we rest for a bit and figure our the rest early in the morning...?" Natasha suggests, walking over and sitting next to Cyan. She places her hand on Cyan's temples and begins to massage them gently.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan..."
*Cyan got up and cradled Frodo in here arms as they sloshed through the water to thr bedroom, where the water wasn't as high and the matress wasn't wet. Cyan set frodo down in the middle of the bed and too off her wet safari-shorts off, throwing them across the room. Cyan was already barefoot and she looked like she just got out of one of those wrestling kiddie pools you see at parties and whatnot. Cyan's underwear was also pretty wet, so she got a new pair out of the dresser and headed into the bathroom, she came out afew minutes later in the same black skintight tank and new black underwear, climbing onto the bed and over to her side of the bed closest to the bedroom door. Cyan began gently petting Frodo again, sighing deeply*

"Natasha, be sure to lock the door behind you."

Natasha enters the room behind Cyan a few seconds later. She locks the door and walks over to the wardrobe grabbing shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
"I'll be right back." Natasha disappeared into the bathroom to change.

Lena stood in doorway leaning on the side, arms crossed and a stared at Roger with a blank face.
"Need somethin'?" Roger whispered, looking up from the magazine.
"Well, getting a new room would nice considering that mine is submerged in water." Lena joked, something that surprised. She felt at ease despite the circumstances.
"Well, I don't know about that. You can take mine. I'll just sleep on the couch in here." He offered but Lena shook her head.
"Thanks, but it's notnecessary. Besides, I wasn't really attached to that room for the most part." Her eyes travel down to her bare feet, or at least the compartments thst made up her "feet".

"Roger, may I ask you something?" She looks back to him.

"Shoot." He replied, and the conversation commenced.

((I get the feeling that Lena and Roger are gonna end up together at some point.))

*Cyan sighed and got under the covers, still petting Frodo's fur. She was wondering how all they were gonna get all the water out of the Sub in the morning.*

The cat closed his eyes, feeling tired from the long day. A couple of minutes passed and the animal fell asleep. His fur turned lighter and oddly faded. Cyan's hand falls through his body, as if he was ghost.

The bathroom door opened and the water splashed to the side. Natasha came out, treading the water and holding flip-flops from one of the wardrobe's higher shelves. Everything on the lower shelves was either drenched or ruined.

Nat smiles at Cyan, climbs into to bed, and pecks her on the cheek. She seemed to have forgotten her worries from earlier with new dilemma, but still, she was drained.

"So, tell me, did you know there was a chance a vent monster was roaming in the sub?" She was half-joking when she said this. Nat starts to roll her hair up into a bun, readying the elastic band around her wrist to band it together.

"How do you deal with being tortured in most aspects and the fact that you've been exploited for majority of your life whole life?" She saw Roger's eyes widen, as he if he didn't expect the question.
"Well, that's VERY specific. Um, what are you getting at?" He rests his arm on the sofa's side. Lena walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed careful not to wake Lucielle up. Her feet barely lifted off the ground when she moved.
"I don't really know how to put this into words but, I feel like since I'm out of that environment. An environment where guards are watching me every second, an where everything's a secret, and secrets and get you... Punished... As much as I mask it up, I can't help but feel weird about the simple things I'm allowed to do now like talk freely without saying something that has been written down and scripted. I have my own voice and that's... Not... Normal to me." There was pain in her eyes, but also excitement when Roger saw them. He was quiet for a second, and when he took to long, Lena got up quickly.

"You know what, this was a bad idea--"

"No, no, it wasn't. I'm just a little surprised you came to...Me. I thought you'd go to..."

"I don't want to bring this up with her... We aren't as close as we should to be unfortunately. The world, the war, it got in the way of everything we could've ever had. Something as simple of being sisters with a bond was sort of thrown out of portion." Lena fidgeted with the end of her sweater. "I came to you because of your archive file, you've suffered something similar to what I've experienced recently. I haven't been sleeping lately, and the guilt just keeps rising... And I just want to get somethings off my chest. I want someone who understands what I've been through to talk to..."

Roger nods his head, remembering when he had to wrestle with his demons before.
"Alright, start talkin'. I'm listening..." He smiled a bit.

((I can see why you think that but that's not the case for these two characters. Besides, Roger has his eyes set on someone else that'll come up later. But with the tight nudges in that direction it could happen))

*Cyan nodded*
"Yeah, the cat and that was it. I didn't know there was a fncking oil monster in them."

"Huh..." was all Natasha said. She lays next next to Cyan and Frodo who was still asleep.

"Huh... A oil monster is quite-" she yawned. "Random..." Natasha's eyes began to become heavy and she was soon fast asleep.

The hallways were quiet except for the whispers between Lena and Roger. They would talk well into the night.

*Cyan turned off the lights and snuggled up close to Natasha, still leaving Frodo space. Cyan fell asleep soon after.*

It was about two in the morning when Roger started to nod off. Lena, seeing this, started to draw the conversation to the end, thanking him for all that he had done.

"It's no problem...So, how do you feel? Did talking help?" He asked. His voice was wearied. If his words weren't slurred into each other, they were cut off into intervals by his constant yawning.

"It did. You need to sleep..." Lena was sitting up straight on the edge of the bed. She hadn't moved during the whole discussion. Roger, on the other hand, was laying on his back, his nose pointing to the ceiling. He had been busying himself with a Rubik's cube to keep himself awake, twisting the sides around and around until it felt as if he had gone through every possible combination.

Lena stands up, fixes her sweater, and walks over to Roger, who sat up.

She held her hand out. Roger stared at it for a second, then took it. She shook his hand, spun on her heel, and left the room. She stopped, staring down at what she considered a friend. Lena grabs the smashed USB from the water and stuffs it into her pocket. She leans up against the wall. Her hands cover her eyes, her limbs lock into place, and she shuts down from the night. She felt nothing but the beating of her heart and the humming in her ears.

((time skip to morning?))

Yes please))

The day ended with her eyes shut, blocking the artificial light from the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. When she opened them, removing her hands from in front of then as well, she found a puppy-eyed Lucielle looking up at her.

"Good morning Lucielle, it is eight in the morning." Lena said. Lucielle tilts her head, weirded out by the greeting.

"Sorry, that's a programmed line I'm supposed to say if someone wakes me up..." Lena bent down to th child's level asking her what she wanted.
"I'm hungry." She replies, holding her hands up in the air. Lena picks Lucielle up ans walks through the water, sloshing away as they went into the kitchen where she could give the ceiling a high five if she jumped high enough.
Lena sets Lucielle down on the couch in the living, afraid the roof of the kitchen would collapse. She saw Frodo dash pass her and try to jump on the couch.

He face planted himself into the side of the chair and fell. The misty cat let out a yowl and Lucielle picked him up and hugged him.
Natasha was up too. The objects around the room levetated off the ground and so did Nat. She was meditating, something she had done in a long time. The couple's was dark and silent.

*Cyan walked out of her room, Gold deagles in hand, her eyes were both glowing and so the Snake tattoos that coiled around Cyan's shoulder down to her upper forearm. the right snake was glowing the same colour that Cyan's red eye was glowing, and the left snake tattoo the same glow as her blue eye. She looked like she was scanning the room over, paying no mind to any of them, she then walked down to the control room and closed the door behind her. It was certainly a strange and obviously un-nerving sight.*

Natasha's eyes opened and her mouth closed, silencing the chants of her mantra. She floated to the floor and then got up, making her way to the door where she noticed the deagle was missing from where it once laid. She follows Cyan to rhe control room.

The way there, she slices, rubbing her head and groaning a bit. She woke up with a migraine. Not the way she wants to start her day.

"Cy?" She calls, knocking on the door. She wanted to go back to the room, get under the covers, and sleep away the pain bur she stayed. "Cyan, whata re you doing in there?"

*Cyan opened the door, the same glow happening in her eyes and tattoos.*
"I'm rising the sub. Go to the armory and get everyone some weapons."

Natasha looked unsure, but she did what she was told. As she passed the kitchen, Lena shaw her. The way her sister walked, stiff and unsure, it threw her off.

"Natasha, what are you up to?" Lena asked. She immediately knew something was off, or at least different.

"Getting weapons from the armory room..." She answered. "Cyan's raising the sub.

*Cyan walked back over to the controls and raised a lever. raising the sub along with it, everyone felt the extra pressure on their legs, like the feeling of a raising elevator*

"What is going on!?" Lucielle yelled, when she felt the vibrations throughout the submarine. the water pushes back and forth, down the hallway as the sub rise

"The submarine is rising. We're going up to surface level." Lena explains, walking walked the corner inro Lucielle's sight.

"But, we're supposed to stay hidden until help arrives! Why?" Lucielle questiones, but the best answer Lena could give was a shurgs.

As the submarine groaned and shook, Natasha stumbled her way through the hallway, leaning onto the walls so she wouldn't fall. She makes her way to the armory room and sees it's full of different kinds of equipments for different fighting styles.
There were various swords, dull pistols lying around. A bear trap laid on the floor, fully opened by clamped down with a strange lock. She saw a pari of duel pistols lying on the ground, and it reminded her of the days when her mother fought. She stared at them wondering where she was know. When the young lady recovered, she continued on looking for something for each member of the crew could use.

*The sub was about 19ft from the surface by now, slowly rising to the surface. Natasha had 5 more minutes before they were above the surface*

Natasha picks out a couple of weapons and walls back to control room with them.

When the submarine had come to two feet just below the surface, Roger had finally woken up. He had slept through everything. He was mildly confused.

*Cyan came out of the control room and went over to the hatch, unscrewing it and pushing it open.*
"Alright, everyone grab a bigass bucket!"

"...oh, and a gun!"

Natasha puts the stash of weapons she had brought back from the armory room down on the floor in the hallway.

"We're removing the water from the sub?" Lena asks Natasha, walking around the corner to find her sister rummaging through the stash.

"Yup..." Natasha nods her head, pulling out a knife.

"I WANT A GUN!" Lucielle called from the other room. Suddenly, she wasn't so hungry anymore. The little girl races to the stash only to be stopped by a tired, grumpy Roger.
"You're not gettin' a gun," He shook his head. Lucielle stamps her foot. "YES I AM! Why does everyone else get a gun and I can't get nothin'!"

"Lucielle, you're only ten years old--"

"When you were ten, you already knew how to shoot guns!"

Roger looks off. "I was forced to learn. It wasn't something I wanted to learn or use..."

The submarine stops groaning and trembles. Now that they were on the surface, the waves had become more noticeable, pushing it back and forth.

Natasha pulls our a dagger and slips into a holster she had tied to her tigh back in the armory room. She then equips herself with a pistol, and heads towards the control room.

Roger follows Natasha, already having a gun himself, he saw no need in taking another weapon.
Lucielle poured and stamps her feet again. Ehen her father leaves, she started looking through the weapons. "Did you nor just heat what your father said...?"Lena says, taking a knee to get down on Lucielle's level.
"I heard and I don't car-- OOH! Schau dir das an!" She holds up an hold model of a glock. The young girl holds it up jokingly in Lena's face.
After translating what she hears in ber head, Lena pushes the gun to the side while Lucielle was still holding it.

"Put it down Lucielle, it's loaded." Lena huffs.
"No it's not. Why would someone leave a loaded gun? It didn't shoot when Natasha carried it here."

"That's because she didn't pull the trigger. She didn't know it was loaded an--"
"The trigger?" Lucielle pulled back on the trigger just as Lena swats the gun out of her hand. There's a bang followed by the gun falling onto the floor. Nat and Roger's footsteps can be heard running back to the scene. No one was hurt.

*Cyan jumped back into the sun from the valve door*
"Lucielle! Touch another gun and I'll break every single finger in your hands! THAT GUNSHOT CAN ALERT PEOPLE TO OUR LOCATION AND WE CAN ALL BE KILLED!! Do you want to be killed?!"
*Cyan grabs the glock from Lena (Assuming she had it) And quickly dismantles the gun with only afew presses and pulls right in infront of Lucielles eyes. droping each part that she dismantled*
"You're not aloud to have a gun unless you know basic gun safety anyway..."

*With that rant, Cyan jumped back onto the ladder in the hall and climbed out of the hatch onto the deadended island she just parked the Sub next to*

Roger thought he'd be the one to give a talking to his daughter, but Cyan had already beaten him to it.
"Well, I--!" Lucielle stops in the middle of her sentence. She holds her hand to the side of her ears, lightly tapping them.
After that, in comes Natasha frazzled up, checking on the two.
"Are you alright? What happened, are you two hurt?!" She looked scared, but her fears were brushed off by Lena.
"We're fine," Lena answered, resting an assured hand on her sister's shoulder.
"Lucielle, what did I tell you about--?" He stopped mid sentence when he saw Lucielle's face. There was a haunting realization of something.

"Dad... I can't hear our of my right ear." She continued snapping, trying to hear something. She hadn't noticed she had held the gun so close to her face-- a rookie mistake.

"Lemme see," He got down knee. "Is your ear ringin', hissing?" Lucielle nods.

"Ok, we'll look more into in a bit. Try waiting a bit and see if it gets better..." Lucielle nods once more, but paces back and forth a bit. She looked unnerved. Roger follows Cyan and Natasha up the hatch.
"I guess I'm on babysitting duty..." Lena groaned a bit, turning her focus to Lucielle was biting her fingernails.
"Lucielle, it's best if you take a seat and focus on your breathing. Rapid breathing will increase the distress you're in--"

"I can't hear out of my right ear! Breathing isn't going to help!" Lucielle yells, she taps her foot on the floor swiftly and continues biting her nails.

*Cyan punched a palm-tree, her hand exploding the wood and immediately broke the tree down, she then let out a scream, kinda pissed of.*

"Well, if the gun shot didn't catch anyone's attention, that definitely did..." Roger mutters, shoving his hands into his pockets gazing out into the area. The submarine bobbed in the calm waters of the ocean, just beside them as he stood on the shore of the island with his team.
"Dear... Is everything alright?" Natasha asks. She would've come over, but she seemed a bit hesitate after watching the palm tree fall with a great thud. The sand rose into the sky, causing Roger to cough a bit. Natasha covers her nose with her sleeves.

*Cyan didn't answer and sat down in the sand, she probably didn't hear Natasha over the crashing tree*

"Roger, may you start up on the buckets? I need to talk to Cyan for a bit..." She requested, walking over. Roger goes back into the submarine to grab a bucket.
With her sandals in hand, she dug her toes into the sand and felt the warmth of the sun through the loose grains of the sedimentary material. It was relaxing.
"Dear...?" Natasha spoke, softening the tone of her voice. She sits down on her knees next to Cyan, resting her sandals on her side. She puts her hand on Cyan and rubs her back.
"Is everything alright?" She pushes the black curl out of her face, pulling it back behind her ear.

"Nothing is okay... And Lucielle almost just fncked us over... Who the fnck hears that the trigger is the firing-mech and PULLS IT?!"

"Lucielle, like most children, act on impulse most of the time, rather than thinking over the consequences." Natasha looks over into the waves that swayed back and forth. The way the sun sparkled on them, it left her in awe.

"Things will get better Cyan... Help should be on it's way soon, just a couple more days. Then we'll be able to clear our heads and relax for a bit..." Nat forces a smile, but it was short-lived

((I'm going to sleep gn! =w=))

Night!))

*Cyan kind of pulled herself to pin Nat to the sand, Cyan laying above her with her arms held at Natasha's sides.*
"Just afew more days til we can enjoy ourselves-..."
*Cyan said as she kissed Natasha deeply*

Heat rose in Natasha's face as her laid there, pinned and kissed in sandy floor. She runs her fingers through Cyan's hair while rolling her tongue in their mouths. She knew they would have to work soon, so she figured to make the most out of the moment.
Roger came back up with two black buckets. He throws them into the saltwater below as he catches sight of the two. He frowned a bit, they were supposed to be helping, but it didn't say anything and continued back down the hatch.

*Cyan stopped, then helped Natasha up*
"We should probably go start working..."
*And with that, Cyan made her way back to the sub to get a bucket and throw water out*

Natasha smiled coyly, twirling her hair. "I guess we should... " she follows Cyan's lead, grabbing a bucket, scooping up the water, and heads back up the hatch to dump it. As she went back to the surface, two more buckets follow her, happily floating and bobbing in the air, as if they were happily dancing.

"How long is this g-going to last?" Lucielle twiddle her thumbs nervously. She was still pacing.
"I'm not too sure. Rining in the wara-- tinitus-- can be causes by a multitude of things from stress to permanent ear damage from a traumatic events your wars have experienced." Lena answers. She was leaning against the arm of the couch as Lucielle sat in it.
Lucielle whimpered, still disturbed by the noise. She grips onto the end of Lena's sweater and wouldn't let go. Not knowing how to react, she gently pats Lucielle's head. She didn't have much experience with comforting people, let alone children.

*Cyan got like four buckets (2 in each hand) and one held by her teeth. all buckets completely full. She threw them out and 1 hour later they were done. Cyan threw the 5 buckets down the hall as she collapsed from being over-exausted... She was breathing heavily as she leaned up against the wall.*

*Cyan began to close her eyes and fell asleep right there in the hallway.*

"Looks like someone's tuckered out," Roger comments, looking down at Cyan sleeping. Natasha sits down next to Cyan and kisses her forehead. She wanted to move Cyan, she didn't want to leave her on the floor, but she was exhausted from moving the buckets up and down the ladder to outside. The idea of moving her mentally came over her head, since she was physically tired, but a future migraine loomed over her head ready to strike. Natasha places her head on Cyan's lap and laid there, enjoying her company.

He continues down to the living room to see Lena attempting to console his crying child.

"Luci?" Roger asks, picking her up. Lucielle wipes her face, while hugging Roger. She said something in another language and they continued on in it. Lena didn't bother to use her translator, she felt it'd be rude to listen in on it.

With her clunky metal feet, Lena made her way to the hallway in which her room was, all the way at the end. She spots Cyan and Natasha laying there in the hallway. Natasha glances up and waves at her, smiling wearily.
...

Lena does the same, and makes her way up the hatch to enjoy the land above before returning to the depths of the sea.

*Cyan woke up later on in the afternoon. She looked down at Natasha with her sparkling heterochromic eyes. She smiled and ran her fingers through Nat's hair*

Natasha had fallen asleep earlier, but she woke up to the touch of Cyan's hair. Her eyes remained shut, but she grinned.

"oh, you're awake..." She giggled, sitting up and kissing Cyan's cheek. "How'd you sleep, dear?"

"I don't know, I didn't have any dreams."
*Cyan responded. She kissed Natasha and smiled brightly*

((WOW, THANK YOU 'COLORS!' FOR NO SENDING MY FVCKING MESSAGE 3 HOURS AGO!!! >:())

((5 HOURS*))

((Oof, that's happened to me many times before. Either that happens or it deletes my post altogether ;n;))

"Oh..." was all Natasha says. "Well, that's interesting. You can have visions, but not dreams..." she gets up from the floor, puts on the sandals, and then helps Cyan up. Dhe then hugs Cyan and walks to the the kitchen.

"I'm going to get started on dinner..." she says. She hadn't realized they had worked and slept the afternoon away. When Natasha was far off down the sub's hall, a faint beeping noise could be heard from the couples room. It was her communicator going ofd, but who could be calling this time.

*Cyan hugged Natasha before she went to the kitchen*
"Come get me when dinner is ready."
*And with that, Cyan wandered off to the couple's bedroom, yawning as she closed the door behind her*

((I might start working on a file for Cyan in RP; her appearance and whatnot.))

((Alright. I've been trying to do that for all, but I don't have designs for some of the characters in her-- ^^" of course there's vague descriptions, but no visuals, especially with Roger and Nat))

"Alright!" She had called before she had left.
Rhe communicator was still beeping when Cyan was in the room, louder since she was closer. It flashed red and green back to back.

*Cyan flopped onto the bed and fell asleep, not really doing much else.*

"What are you doing?" Roger asks, when he saw Lena peeking into Lucielle's room. Lena calmly turned around, and answered.

"Lucielle has been having spikes in her levels of stress, so I came to check on her. She's been talking to Frodo now, so it seems that has helped her..." She whispers, looking up to see Roger slightly smiling. "What?"

"Nothing, I'm just thankful you checked on her," He said, and walked through the door to talk with Lucielle.

Lena leaves and makes her way to the kitchen where she found Natasha.

"Oh, Lena! Good, you're here! Can you help with tonight's dish? I wanted to make something special but I don't know what to make, especially with an array of different ingredients... Cy keeps her food stocked well..." Natasha leaned over the fridge that was attached to the wall. It was an odd setup

"According to your files, most of you like almost anything. Just don't make anything too spicy, Lucielle and Roger have geographical tongues making them more prone to feeling unpleasant. You all are from different backgrounds, so why don't you make someone that simple and universal like... Spaghetti?" Lena suggests.

"My, you have the entire database in your head..." Natasha awkwardly laughs, pulling out a pot from the cabinet below. "Why did you research everyone in order to suggest a meal?"

Lena shrugs. "I base my answers off facts..."

"You never used to do that."

"Well, people change over time," Lena sighed a bit. She reaches into the cupboard above her head, pulling out spices for the sauce. Water was poured into a pot and the flames were set to high.

"Well, that's understandable. Cyborgs tend to do that a lot..."

Lena frowns. "Wow, a stereotype and a derogatory term in one sentence. Not every person who has a supercomputer in their brain uses it. I just happen to..." To which Natasha's eyes widened.

"Sorry, I forget sometimes, it's just--"

"It's fine..." Lena felt the word looming over her head, along with its negative connotation that had formed over the years ever since EVOs became popular... And destructive.

The beeping of the communicator fell silent, and stopped. The other person on the other line, calling, grumbled in annoyance, snapping their communicator shut.

Someone would be in trouble for not answering later...

((But why? XD))

((You'll see later XD time skip?))

Yes please))

It was nearly seven when dinner was ready. The sisters had prepared the meal to near perfection, and were ready to serve.
"Lena, be a dear and call everyone over. I'm just going to add a few touches to the sauce. It doesn't have much flavor." Natasha sprinkles a bir more salt into the mix, hoping she hadn't over done it. Her sister gives a simple nod and heads over to Lucielle's room first. She knocked.

"Lucielle, dinner is ready to be served. Tonight's dish is simple spaghetti and homemade sauce." There was no answer. "Luci--"

"I heard you! Now go away!" Lucielle's voice quaked. Lena stood there for a second, facing the closed door. She then sighed. "Very well." She conti2aznues on her way, collecting information of sudden hearing lost and emotional trauma.

"Roger, dinner is rea--" before she could finished, she stopped when she heard a muttering in his room she turned up her hearing aid, listened a bit.
"Yeah, ok... Well, it's not my fault, she may have been away from it..." Roger was clearly talking to someone. He walked towards the door. "I'll ask her why... Yes, Lucielle is fine. She just had a little setback on her ears from--... There was gun... Yes, everyone's fine." He opens the door to find Lena standing in front of ir. She gawked out him, caught.

"Uh huh... Goodbye..." He turned off device and sets if on his holster. He looks at Lena. "So, you wanna tell me why you're outside my door listening?"
"Dinner is ready to be served. Tonight's dish is simple spaghetti and homemade sauce." Lena responded. Roger doesn't say anything, he just walks over to Lucielle room. Before he knocks, he does, Lena cuts him off. "Lucielle wishes to be left alone, I suggest that we leave her alone. She may nor be hungry at the moment..." she avoids eye contact. "But, as her parent, you may do as you wish."

Roger thinks about entering for a second, but then shurgs. "I think you're right 'bout leaving her alone. For a bit. She's frazzled up from losing her hearing still."

"May I ask why?" Lena inquired. The two began to walk down the hallway, side by side.
"Well, what do you mean?"

"Becomgin deaf may hinder or affect the abilities of an individual, but with time, they can be overcome and normalized in their life. The most common cause for hearing loss is exposure to loud music, and with the amount of decibels Lucielle was listening to through her headphones, it was only a matter of time before--"

"Lena, Lena, Lena..." Roger places her hand on her shoulders to stop her from continuing, chuckling a bit. "You forget: she's still a child. She doesn't understand, or she simply doesn't care, about the sciences behind it. She just knows she can't hear our of her right ear and it bothers her," Roger says. "She's not going to be logical, and she's going to act on emotion. The best thing we all can do for her is go make her as comfortable as possible until help arrives."

"Alright."

The two were up to Cyan's door when the conversation ended. Lena knocks on the door, repeating herself.
"Cyan, dinner is ready to be served. Tonight's dish is simple spaghetti and homemade sauce."

*Cyan opened the door and kinda stepped out, shutting the door quickly behind her. Kinda pressed up against the door, she began to turn bright red,*
"If you're nice enough to save me the moment of embarassment DO NOT peek into this room..."
*She then walked past both of them to the kitchen*

"Alright." Lena said

"I wonder what that was that all about?" Roger pondered, looking at the door in wonder. Admittedly, he felt a but of temptation, but controlled himself.
"Well, never mind that. Let's go to and join Natasha in the kitchen, she probably already has the plates out on the table by now, knowing her." Roger says. He heads off the kitchen, whistling an unfamiliar tune.

Lena would have followed him, but alas, she let her mind wander. When Cyan was fargone and Roger was a out of sight as he turned into where they would dine, she looked at the door and her eye blinked red as she scanned the insides.

If there was blood rubbing through her synthetic skin, she'd blush

((Yeah... XD >///<))

*Cyan hugged Natasha from behind and sweetly kissed her neck*
"Damn... the spaghetti looks good, but you look better. So, what's for dinner?"
*Cyan giggled knowing Natasha would get the dirty joke. Cyan sat down at the table and sighed happily, glad to be back to normal and not dealing with monsters*

((Might be time for RP#19))

((Sorry, can you make the next edition? I'm going to be away from my 3ds for the rest of the day and can't make it))

RP#19 is up.