They stayed like that for awhile, swaying from side to side like a boat in an ocean of calm waves. When the moment was over, Natasha pulls back gently, still wiping away her tears. Her usual pale face carried a tint of coral red, and her puffy eyes bore the same color as well.

"I sh-should go in and s-see if she's alright..." She smiled wearily, appreciative of Cyan being there for her to collect herself. Natasha inhaled deeply, peered over her shoulder at her girlfriend, then quickly went inside. She shut the door, but didn't lock is so Cyan could come and go as she pleased. It was her room too after all.

"How are you feeling?" Nat lowered her voice.
Lena stared at the floor. "Mortified..."

"Lena, there's nothing to be shameful about. What you experienced, no one should have to ever go through, okay?" Natasha sat next to her sister on the floor. "It wasn't your fault."

"I could've fought back-- I mean I did-- But I could have fought back harder. I.." Lena shakes her head. The conversation continued.

Outside the room, a small meow could be coming from down the hall. It was Frodo and there holding him was a tired Lucielle. She had taken a shower and changed into her oversized night gown earlier than usual. The ten year old walked tiredly, down the hall, carrying the cat.
"Meow." Frodo moved his head in the direction of Cyan. Lucielle sighed.

*Cyan smiled and looked at the door, looking down afterwards and slumping down against the wall and pulling out a notepad to write something out. She sighed and smiled as she looked back at the door.*

((Is it just me who figured out that Jane is Nat and Lena's mother on the second day, or did the lurkers of the RP's figure that out too? XD))

((It was meant to be pretty obvious. XD It's just a generic name. I might be changing it in the future, but for now, Jane will do))

Lucielle was about to turn in the other direction after seeingCyan, but Frodo hopped out of her arms. The cat went on meowing, nudging Lucielle to continue. She huffed, walking over to the couch and sitting down on the opposite side of Cyan. Frodo had merrily made his way over, getting onto the couch with them. He crawled over Cyan, and eventually settled on her leg, curled up liek a ball.
"What are you drawing...?"Lucielle asked.
In the kitchen, Abbott and Roger could be heard talking.
"Do you need any help?" Roger offered. Abbot shook her head, dicing vegetables on a cutting board.
"I can handle it. You should go spend time with the others. I'll call you all when dinner is ready." Abbott suggested.

"Us."
*Cyan looked at Lucielle with a smile before looking back to her notepad, she the realized she was on the couch instead of slumped up against the wall like she remembered doing*
"How the fnck did I get from the wall across from my room to the couch without realizing it?"

((Good way to bring the thumbnail drawing in, right?))

((Yh and oops... XD))

Lucielle shrugs. "I dunno, maybe you blacked out... Happened to Ma all the time..." She clenched her fists.

"Can I see?" Lucielle leaned over to see.

*She leaned over to show that they were mostly done other than color, she smiled and sighed*
"I'm gonna frame this when it's done. I think it's nice. Lucielle... I'm sorry for bringing her up."

Lucielle kicked her feet back and forth. "It's fine, you were just making a point..." She fidgeted with her hands a bit, looking from Cyan to Frodo. "It's whatever..."

Frodo meowed, jumping onto the nearby counter. He started walking off, playing with the various items which laid on it.

*Cyan sighe and opened both of her eyes as she leaned her back against the couch. Ofcourse, her hair fell away from her right eye, exposing the ghoul eye for a split second before she closed her right eye quickly without panicking*
"Uhh... You didn't see that did you?"

From Lucielle's broadening smile that ran rampant across her face, Cyan could tell that she had indeed, saw it.
"When the hell did that happen? Actually, is this from your hellish background? Are you able to change your eye on command?" Lucielle threw questions, one after the other. Forgetting the previous conversation of her mother, she got off the couch and ran to Cyan's side excitedly.

"Is your other eye like that?" Lucielle started touching Cyan's face, trying to pry open her right eye.
"LUCIELLE!" She jolted back when she heard her father's sudden voice. She whipped her head around to see him crossing his arms and Abbott behind him with a large, rounded spoon.
Lucielle's excitement had stirred up a commotion that had brought Abbott and Roger from the kitchen and into the living room.
"Don't put your hands on people's faces! You know better."
"But Cy's got a coolish eye!" Lucie whined.

Roger shook his head. "That doesn't mean you go touching her face."

"If I may butt in," Abbott chimed. "Admittedly, heterochromia iridis is interesting. Only one percent, actually a little less than that actually, of the population is born with it. It's rariety makes it fascinating to look at, though it's just a feature on an individual." Abbott chimed in.
With that she left, awkwardly retreating back to the kitchen as everyone watched her.

*Cyan rubbed her face neat her eye*
"Well, that happened..."
*She sigh, going back to drawing. She didn't pay much attention to anything until her name was next called*

Roger had carried on passed the two, telling Lucielle to behave when he left the area.
When he had vanished around the corner, and Lucielle was sure of it, her attention shift back to Cyan.

"Why are you hiding it?" She asked Cyan, walking over to the sleeping cat. Frodo sensed Lucie coming and began swatting at her before she could pick him up.

"Because I don't know what it is that's going on with me, so until I figure it out please just keep it to yourself."

Lucielle nods her head, motioning her fingers to mimick a zipper going across her face, then a lock with the key thrown the side.

Simply put, she wouldn't tell anyone.
She sat back on the couch, next to a sleeping Frodo. He had turned on his side, extending his legs out.

"Hey Cy..." Lucielle's questions kept coming, but she delayed this one.
"What were your parents like?"

*Cyan, not expecting the question, blushed slightly with surprise*
"Uhm... Well... My mom was 26 when she died, right when I turned 6, she'd always take care of me with dad and do her best as my mom, she was my mom but she also wasn't... My dad also technically wasn't my dad. As I was technically a demon, and they were both human, they found me and my brother crying out in a field, as the surviving smart 2 year olds we were, but we were so exhausted. My mom cleaned us both up while my dad tried to find our real parents, and when they didn't: they adopted us. My mom mostly took care of me while dad took care of my brother, raiaing him to have emotions but still be manly while doing so. My mom came down with radiation sickness soon after the war started and died when we were 6. So dad had to start raising me how he raised my brother; That's why I'm not as emotional and am tougher than most other girls you may have known. A year later..."

*Cyan adjusted her position and sighed*
"By the time were 3, mom and dad knew we weren't human. So he knew The Organization would take us if they came to inspect our house and scan us... He struggled so hard to get all the guns he could. When the day came, he waged war with the team sent to inspect us and killed 7 people before they got inside and took him down. They took my brother and I away and I turned back and screamed helplessly right as they put a bullet into his skull."

"I was 7 when this happened... This is why I don't like anyone else in The Organization other then the people I know. It turns out I was sent to the Same caretaker as Natasha when we got back to base after they took us away."

"Though Roger was a really good friend of mine within the next 3 years, there was always something special about Natasha. A connection I felt, I always got in the way when the other kids picked on her, and I always got beat for it..."

"I don't really remember too much about my parents, but I cherish what I do know about them. And I know they were the best parents I could've had... So cherish your moments with your dad, because you'll never know when things will go to sh!t and Roger has to sacrifice himself for you... That's my advice."

Sorry for the wall of text. XD))

((it's fine

Lucielle listened to every word, and once Cyan was over, she nodded her head slowly.
"Cyan... Is everyone that's apart of the Organization just taken by force?" Lucielle asked another question. It was a question she had always asked her Roger, but he never answered.

"Because that's always the story whenever I ask someone: They barged in, killed witnesses, and boom you're here. Is the Organization... Bad?"

Frodo woke up from listening to their conversation. The feline stretched his body across the seat cushion of the sofa and climbed onto the arm of the chair. His tail dangled at the end, waving side to side as he listened with interest now.

In the couple's room, Natasha had helped Lena calm down. She was wrapped in blankets, fast asleep as if the whole ordeal had not happened moments ago. Nat sat on the bed, swiping through her communicator. She had recieved four messages, two from Isaac asking her to meet him after they had moved in completely. The other was about returning to her position as thera-- DELETED.

Then there was lengthy message from Juroun, formal as usual, though they had been buddies since forever:

'Good Morning Schulz...'

He always spelled her last name wrong.
And one from Fé. Short, sweet, an silly:

'Heeeeeyy Nat, my bud!

Hope you have a wonderful time moving in! I would've come onto the sub and given you a hug but y'know, the water and whatnot juuuuustt... No. Anyways, I was thinking and I think should go karaoking sometime like the old times. There's this new kareoke machine by the bar they just installed! It'll be fun, and you can bring anyone! The more the merrier. Stay awesome! Buh bye!
~Fé'

She smiles, getting off from the edge of the bed. It was always nice to see an old friend, especially one that hadn't changed for the worst. Slightly perturbed, she turned around to check Lena again. She was fine, but Nat was still afraid of leaving her side. When she managed to collect herself, she breathed out, left, and closed the door softly.

She started on her way towards the others.

*She sighed*
"Yeah, I've had my suspicions. But I don't know for sure, and I'm sure we'd all like to get out of it, and we can once this war ends, *IF it ends..."

((sorry, I got caught up in a project ^^"

"well, hopeully it will..." Lucielle seemed hopeful. She smiled at Cyan a bit before reacahing over for Frodo. She picked him up, giving him a goofing voice and playing with the cat.
He didn't mind.
Natasha entrered the living room quietly. She stopped in the doorway, waving politely and smiled at the two. In the kitchen, pots whistled and pans banged around a bit.

*Cyan smiled at Natasha, waving back at her, she then continued drawing quietly.*

Nat takes a seat next to Cyan while Lucielle played with Frodo. She hae picked him up and played with the cat.

Frodo didn't seem to mind.

"Dinner is almost ready!" Abbott called. Natasha looked over the seat.
"You know, I had meant to ask you what are you preparing?"

"Stirrfry of various vegetables and chicken I had found in the cooler part of the fridge."

Nat nods.

*Cyan sighed and looked at abbott unemotionally, as if she was looking through her, she then looked back down at her drawing before shaking herself out of the zone-out and continuing to draw*

Natasha leans over. Her voice was low, but there was an audible compliment on Cyan's drawint skills.

"I didn't know you liked to draw." Nat mentioned. She had remembered always seeing Cyan working on something, especially in the workshop, rather than partaking in recreational events.

"Nat?"

"Yes?"

"Can we still go out?" Luciell asked. Natasha looked a bit unsure. The sunlight coming through the windows indicated the last bit of dusk was coming to a close. Soon it would be gone and night would fall.

"I think we should wait until tomorrow." She suggested. "We'll be able to see more of the city in the day. Ans also, I don't know it this camp has curfews."

*Cyan giggled*
"Well I'm not in the workshop unless I have a reason?"
*Cyan hinted to Natasha, though she didn't expect her to get it. She closed her sketch pad and put it away, she sighed and looked at her tattoos, noticing they were glowing slightly*
"Uhh... What's going on? Why are my tattoos glowing?"

Natasha immediately started to worry, as usual, getting up from the couch.
Lucielle looked over at Cyan, "wait, you're tattos are glowing? First your eye, now this?" Lucielle shouted, completely oblivious of her hint of Cyan's closed eye. She stopped playing with Frodo, walking over to take a closer look, but Natasha stopped her.

"Has your tattoos ever done this before?" Nat asked. She was starting to wonder if this was the 'change' Cy had been talking about earlier.

In the midst of this, Abbott still worked in the kitchen, well in earshot of everything that was being discussed. She lowered the fire from under the pan.

"Multiple times, but it usually only happens when something is wrong."

"Cy, is this apart the...?" Natasha pointed to her right eye. She was still keeping Lucielle, who was fussing at this point, back.

"Uh... it might be. But I'm not sure."

"Cool, it has to do something with your eye!? Can I see?"

"Lucielle, I don't think now's a good time to look at Cyan's tattoos--"

"I just wanna see!" Despite Natasha's warning, Lucielle still tried to go near Cyan, who was glowing brighter every second. Nat held the ten year old back, blocking her path. When Lucielle couldn't get past Nat, she whined a bit.
The sound of the pot in the kitchen could be heard settling down on the counter, followed by heavy foosteps coming from the back to the doorway. Abbott peeked her head out, asking "Is everything okay... Here...?" Her voice trailed off as she stared at Cyan.

"Abbott, look, look! Cy's glowin'!" Lucie cheered.
Abbott nods her head slowly. "I see...." Her head beeped several times.

Walking past his room, Roger made his way to Natasha's and Cyan's room.
He knocked, twice. He heard a muffled groan, followed by, "What?"

"Sorry, were you sleepin'?"

"I was... Do you need something?"

"I just wanted to check on you. See how're doing? You ok?" He questioned, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. He had left earlier, feeling a surge of axienty in him rise, but that didn't take away his concern for Lena.

"I'm... I'm okay for the most part. Thanks..." Roger nodded and left to the armory. His room was the last place he wanted to be at the moment.

((Meant to say her **helmet beeped. Not head

(( @XIWitheredHeartsIX -w-))

*Cyan controlled her breathing and began to meditate. As she did so, her tattoos began to dim, she sighed as she relaxed and slowly began to levitate, trying to make it so that she wasn't distracted by touch, she anked out and her hearing faded as she entered the relaxed state of self-hypnosis for onwards of the next 20 minutes*

"What is she doing now?" Lucielle looked up at Natasha, then to Cyan.

"She's meditating. We should leave her alone..."

"But I wanna see!"

"Lucielle, there's nothing g to see. Cyan's tattoos are glowing, and you have seen them. Nothing else will happen." Natasha explained, leading Lucie by the hand to her room.

"Fine!" Lucielle huffed, trudging along behind Natasha. She purposely dragged her feet.

Abbott watched for a bit before she slowly went back into the kitchen.

((Time skip a little bit?

Sure))

It wasn't long before the last bit of light that had shone through the welted portholes of the submarine had gone half an hour ago. The stars would be setting in soon. And speaking of setting...

Abbott had placed five plates on the table. She stepped back, looking at the table decorated with plates of an odd stirfry of chicken and vegetables.
"Dinner is ready!" She called, peaking her head out. Cyan was still where she had left her, meditating. She stared for a bit, in awe and admiration before returning her focus to the others.

It sounded as if she was dragging her feet across the floor as she walked out of the room, towards the hall where she found the hatch had been opened. Lucielle and Natasha's voices poured down into the submarine as she listened. They spoke of art, music, and family.
Abbott kept moving.
"Jane, dinner is ready." She knocked on the door to the couple's room. When she received a groan, she kept going towards the armory when she found Roger's room to be vacant.

OMG SORRY, I kinda sorta absolute fucking demolished my 2DS by dropping it off of a cliff trying to do a landscape portrait and I forgot I can just log in on mg phone.))

*Cyan faded out of her meditation state and walked over to tge table for once looking off-guard and relaxed, she sat down next to Natasha and sighed relievingly, like a weight was finally liftes from her chest, ~even though they really weren't~.*

Lol I'm so sorry, I had to make the joke))

((yikes! Damn, the sucks.

Natasha looked around confused. She looked at both of her sides, seeing Cyan and Lucielle on each of them.
"Well, this is strange. Weren't we just on top of the submarine...?" She smiled uncomfortrably but her sudden change of positioning.
Lucielle shrugged. "Happened to Cyan earlier. Just roll with it." She poked the stirfry. ((XD

Natasha starred at Lucielle for a moment before moving her focus to Cyan. She places her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Feeling better now?" She tilted her head a bit to where her hair drooped to the side. She had let it out earlier.
Abbott's knocks echoed off the heavy metallic door. And so did her raspy voice when she inquired, "Roger are you in here?"

Instead of a simple, 'yes,' the door budged, and the latch can be heard being undone. The door opened slightly, bit by bit until Abbott came face to face with Roger.

Abbott's eyes travelled past Roger, over his shoulder to a single paper which had clearly been ripped from a book. It was blank without the faint marks from the pencil nearby. She couldn't see what was on it.
"Did you need something?" Roger asked, and her eyes swiftly met his.
"Dinner has been served."

"Well, thanks but I'm not hungry right now." Abbott raised a brow, pushing for answers.

"I'm working on somethin'..." He looked back at the table. "Can you just leave my plate in the microwave? I'll get to it soon." Abbott nodded her head, satifised with the answer. She wouldn't push boundaries that shouldn't be pushed. Clearly, he wanted to be alone.
Abbott spun on her heel, and headed back to the ladies who sat at the table.

((Sorry to be gone for so long, I kind of just faded out... 1 of my dogs died and another is sick enough to have a chance of dying. So I'm just out of it right now.. I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance when it comes to making you wait, I'll try to think of a response qction in the morning. Again, sorry Annz.))

((I'm sorry to hear that. And you haven't been a nuisance, don't worry. Take time to mourn your dog, I'm sorry for your loss, and be there for your other dog. Be there for anyone who needs you but remember to take care of yourself always.
The rp can wait, it will always be here. Just message me when you are ready or if you want to continue some time later, even if it's months later. I'm fine with that. Take care of yourself Alex/Cy))

Guess who's back, bitches!))
*Cyan shrugged and sighed, digging in, she wanted to talk to Natasha about something but also wanted the others to be around for it, she'd have to wait until everyonewas in the same room*

((Kh, cool you're back. I was a bit surprised when I saw the notif of the comment. @XIWitheredHeartsIX))

Lucielle was still poking her food.

"Something the matter Lucie?" Natasha tilted her head. Lucielle explained that she had never had stirrfry. To her, it looked, "weird."

Natasha smiled, motioning her to attempt to eat when she saw Abbot heading back.

Roger or Lena were nowhere in sight.

"Are they not joining us?"

"Lena is still feeling sick and Roger... is busy." Abbott answered, pulling a seat back. She decided not to mention the paper.

She straight up, with her helmet still on. It beeper, activating itself. She starting looking around, viewing holographic images through the glass of the helmet. They lit up part of her face.

Natasha's eyes switched from Abbott to Lucielle reluctantly chewing her food.

"Thank you for the meal, sweetie."
*Cyan had finished by now and got up, taking her plate to the sing and rinsing it off before she walked over to Natasha and kissed her forehead, it seemed she had something on her mind but Cyan made it look like whatever she was thinking about was nothing to be of concern. Cyan headed back out of the kitchen and down the hallway, she knocked on Lena-- Jane's door and waited for a response, leaning on the door incase she had to stand there awhile*
"Hey Jane, it's Cyan, uhhh... Natasha seemed worried when she heard you were feeling sick so I took it upon myself to come check on you. May I come in?"

((Whoops, meant to say "Jane"))

Abbott looked up from her holographic reports, nodding to Cyan. She appreciated her gratitude.

"It was my pleasure..." She resumed back to her files. She was looking for something.

Natasha watched Cyan walk off, and she could help but stare a little.
"Ms. Schullz?"

She snapped out of it, whipping her head in the direction of Abbott.

"I just received a direcr message from Isaac. He would like for you to see him after you've settled in."
"Oh...?" She thought back to the deleted message. Natasha nodded her head slowly, already digging her nails into her fists. Her expression of approval was false, but she kept on smiling and nodding to the details of the meeting.

Lucielle was still chewing her food, still trying to seem as if she was enjoying it

"Alright, I will." She answered. She already had an idea what he wanted to talk about, but she had already made up her mind.

Jane sat up in bed, rubbing her forehead. "Yeah, you can come in..."she sighed, blowing a curl out of her face.

*Cyan opened the door and shut it as she came in, closing the door behind her, she sighed and walked over to the bed to sit down*
"Got a bug in your system, eh?"
*Cyan looked at Jane with her red and blue eyes sparkling lightly*
((Brain dead lol))

Jane didn't look up at Cyan, her eyes were glued to her feet dangling on the side of the bed, swaying back and forth.

She chuckled half-heartedly. "No, my system is fine. I just feel like the problem is me..."

She looks up at Cyan. "Did you ever have a dream that felt so real, yet you know it wasn't? It makes you feel like you're back in this one moment of time, wh-whether you want to be there or not, and you can't get out?"

"All the time, I barely ever have a normal dream. What do you mean by feeling like you're the problem?"
*Cyan layed back and clasped her hands together, she stared up at the ceiling and fiddled with her thumbs as she listened to Jane*

Jane thought about her words carefully before she spoke, looking off into the shadowy corners of the room. She felt the bed lower as Cyan laid down.

"Not that I'm the problem, just I /have/ a problem." She looks down at Cyan. "I'm not used to remembering what happened to me after something... traumatic. They would reset my chip, wipe my brain and call it a day. Handling the aftermath of it is a different story, and it feels slightly impossible sometimes."

*Cyan sat back up and then cralwed over, laying by her side, she pulled Jane in and cuddled her lovingly* (no romo)
"I usually despise physical contact, but I'll let this slide. Just let it happen and vent to me."
*Cyan wanted to prove she was trustworthy once and for all, she also wanted to let Jane know there was someone who cared about her feelings more than she thought*

I want you to know that Cyan's character is mainly based off of "Home Sweet Home" the WebToon comic))

((Alright, noted! I've heard of that webcomic from friends before actually.)

Jane felt a bit odd from the hug, but she mentioned nothing of it. She was unsure if she would say anything, she was scared to tell Cyan anything in fact. But she decided to, it would all come out one day anyway.
Her voice became lower, and she started. She pointed to the side of her head again, the right side to be exact.
"I used to simply 'power down'. There was no REM sleep fabricating a incoherent dream of the day's events. Sleep mode was pitch black with a little time and weather display on the right hand side."

She shakes her head, lowering her hand onto the bed. "Now that I'm trying to blend in by sleeping normally again, all these horrible memories I face in the day seem to crawl into my night as well now. They make me feel worthless... Like there's nothing more out there for me, especially with society's view on cyborgs."

She paused for a moment. She was beginning to feel vulnerable and opened. She hated it, but pushed on.

"Do you remember when cyborgs were deemed to be freaks of nature-- half human, half machine? Some went even as far as to say cybergentic enhancements of any kind are close to being an EVO. It's an insult. I was only a child, but I had heard stories of any machinery with a consciousness-- even ones who lacked it-- were treated terribly. Natasha and I were raised to hate them as well, but now that I am one, I'm feeling conflicted about everything all the time. Especially with you all being, /normal/...Well except for Abbott of course."

It was clear Jane had a lot on her mind, and there was more she didn't wish reveal or go into detail about. She covered her face, hiding it. If only her tear ducts would function properly, she would have cried a bit.

*Cyan held her close and sighed, running her fingers through Jane's hair. Cyan had a motherly side that she didn't show often but sometimes she had no choice*
"Well I guess you considering mr normal is more of a compliment. But I'm anything but... Some day I won't even be close to having a single hintnof humanity, because the only reason I'm human right now is because I haven't given in to my demons desires. Jane, promise me that when I lose control... you'll take good care of Natasha for me. It may not happen any time soon, but it'll happen eventually. If you think you've seen a monster, you have no idea what I'm turning into."
*Cyan closed her eyes and just took a few deep breaths*
"It's not your fault for hating cyborgs, you were raised to do so. Just because you are one now doesn't mean you let your simple childhood take you over. We're going to be living in a better life from now on."

Jane nodded her head slowly, slightly less upset witih her current internal plight. As Cyan ran her fingers through her hair, she was reminded of her mother's gestures when she was a small girl.

"Cyan, what exactly are you turning into?' Her whispery voice was full of curiousity. Her readings had been picking up on different signals for Cyan on her scanners lately. She had never brought it up, considering it was never her business.

"I don't know, and thats the worst part. Most of my species starts out as humans before giving into their desires and becoming monsters and ghouls. Maybe what you turn into is base on your desires... The only desire I know I have is to live a happy life, but that could turn me into a monster if I give in. That's why you never really see my emotions."

"Well, I wouldn't say that. Maybe your emotions are not as strong as humans, but there there." Jane yawned, putting a pillow under her head.

"Lucielle, are you not hungry?" Abbott. asked, leaning forward in her chair.

"Well, not for this--"

"Luciellle!" Natasha scowled. Abbott smiled, telling Natasha everything was 'fine' while rising from her seat.
"I'm sure we can find something else for Lucielle to eat." Abbott took Lucielle's plate, seeing the ten year old looking down at the floor. She disappeared off into the kitchen.

"Lucielle, you don't just tell people you don't like their cooking. It's very rude." Natasha whispered.

"Then what am I supposed to do? Sit there and suffer through it?" Lucielle snapped. "I hate veggies... And her cooking is bad!"

"Then..." Natasha paused, thinking. "Suggest something she can work on in a nice way." Lucielle rolled her eyes.

The plate could be heard being put in the sink and Abbott stepped out into the dining room. Upon returning, Lucielle took Natasha's advice. The girl forwardly suggested that Abbott simply learn to cook better.
Natasha started to feel her face burn.

The two of them walked down the hall to Lucielle's room, with Natasha saying goof night to Abbott and hurrying them from the scene.
"Why did you say that!?"

"What do you mean? I did what you told me to do!"

"But not in the way I thought you would..." Natasha's face had turned red from embarrassment. "Do you realize you bluntly told her, her cooking was appalling?"

"I said it was 'bad'.... What does appalling mean?" Lucie glanced up at Natasha questioningly.

"Awful. Bad." Natasha opened Lucielle's bedroom door.

The two could be heard in Natasha and Cyan's room.
Jane looked tired, but her eyes were still open, staring at Cyan. Unlike her sister, she held the eye contact, breaking it occasionally and returning to it.

"Well, whatever you turn into, we'll be there for you." Jane gave half a smile.

The door knob started to twist, and in walked Natasha. She was twirling her hair.

*Cyan looked at Natasha and waved, smiling at her*
"Hey Nat. What're you up to?"
((I'm sorry, my brain is dead.))

((That's fine
She laughed nervously. "Trying to come up with some apology for Abbott."

Jane's eyes remained closed. She could tell Natasha was flustered just by the tone of her voice.
"Lucielle said Abbott's cooking was bad after I suggested that she put her two cents in."

"Soooo you suggested that she'd tell Abbott she's a terrible cook?"

"No!" Natasha shook her head. "I meant for her to critique her /nicely/! Not to be blunt and rude." Natasha's voice was a bit shrill.
"I just wish Roger had taught that girl some manners. One day she'll say the wrong thing to the wrong person, I just know it!" Natasha turned around and grabbed her towel from the rack.

Jane got up, stretching. She was a bit sluggish with it, but refused to go back to sleep anytime soon.
"Have any of you seen Roger by the way?" She asked, crossing her arm over her other.

Nat shook her head instinctively. She was thinking about something forr a second.

*Cyan shrugged*
"I think Abbott said he was working on something in his room."
*Cyan grabbed her guns and began cleaning them, disassembling them to clean hard to reach areas, and then put them back together*

Natasha had retired to the bathroom. The shower could be heard running.
Once Jane had finished stretching, she walked out through the door, closing it softly behind her. She turned to the hallway to see Lucielle was sitting outside the door, playing with Frodo. Jane knelt down to child's level.
"What are you doing out here?"

"Playin'... I was comin' to check on you, but Nat said you might've been tired and told me to stay out here." She looked up at Jane. "Are you okay now?"

Jane nodded. Lucielle was silent for a moment.

"Why were you scared?"

Jane sat down. "Because people are bad..." She decided to leave it at that.

"That's what dad says all the time. He says we have to be careful who we trust." Lucielle looked back at Frodo. Some how, in the midst of the conversation, he had become transparent.

"Well, your dad is right to say that. You can only know a person's true intentions before or after it's too late..." Jane sighed, getting up. She felt uneasy. She walked on to Roger's room.