Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[Cerillium]

Yuna barely had time before the steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of her, she didn't say much until that point, and waited for Marcus to finish speaking first.

"I liked the temperatures, and the water, and the sand, but I'm glad to be back now so we can all suffer this cold hell together." She grinned, sticking her tongue out teasingly. Really, Yuna loathed the cold. But it was home-like in some ways. Caves underneath the Branriech could get mighty cold during these months of the year, and this was no exception.

"I also have nothing planned, funny, people of our age in this time, we have the world at our fingertips, we live in this wonderful building with the weirdest and coolest people I've ever had the honor to meet, and we've nothing to do. Funny how content we become when the extraordinary is simply ordinary."

The girl blushed, and didn't mean to go on for that long, but the thought had simply just occurred to her that she did, in-fact live in the Apartment and had nothing to do.

Marcus laughed. "That's pretty good insight. I guess the extraordinary really is ordinary now. We're lucky. We're young enough to take advantage of it and not old enough to bear all the responsibility when shit hits the fan."

He eyed Will and offered a humorous grin to the cultist.

Torii's arrival was a pleasant surprise. Marcus waved her over. "Hey, grab a cup. There's hot water and cocoa packets here, or some coffee. Take your pick."

"You know, Yuna, it's still early morning. Maybe we can round up the others and figure out something to do. I'm sure nobody's ever explored this entire building. There's bound to be secrets to discover. Up for it? How about you, Torii?"

[Torsiedelle]

"Oooh, that would be awesome.", Tora voiced her opinion. "Just instant cocoa? Eh...it'll do."

Just a minute later, and Torii plopped down in a seat beside the two, and curled her legs up to her chest. "Whadya think we can find? Old closets, abandoned rooms?"

[The BranRiech]

"I'm in." Yuna said instantly. Anything to relieve the default boredom that came with being a teenager would suffice for Yuna, and Marcus' suggestion seemed to be quite a good way to alleviate that feeling. She then looked down at the coffee in front of her, lifting the cup of hot liquid to her mouth and taking a quick sip in.

Her eyes widened and she quickly took a few larger drinks.

"This stuff's good!" She exclaimed, grinning wildly.

Soon enough, the hyper-Yuna would replace the regular-Yuna . . .

[Cerillium]

Sanjay paused, having a flashback moment.

---

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" cried the lad as he and a few other students were floating around in zero gravity while Aleister Crowley sat planted firmly on the ground, in his desk and doing some paperwork.

He glanced up at them. "Hmm? Oh, I just like having something to stare at while I work. Makes things less boring. But there's something missing." he frowned, before snapping his fingers.

Very suddenly, everyone was naked. The very old wizard smiled. "Much better." he said appreciatively before returning to work.

---

"Yeah." Sanjay said after a minute. "High amount, I suppose. I'm from a magic school, Elfen High, in the year 1974. Elfen High is in England, so I was surprised I hadn't heard of Bielefeld before-" his brain absorbed Ogoti's information. "Wait, a new dimension? Oh God, that's not good."

Ogoti's brows furrowed in concern. He peered at Sanjay, "Not good? I'm afraid it might unsettle you to know that there are quite a few dimensions represented by lost travelers sheltering in this building, with some of them being from older timelines or else future ones within those dimensions."

The complexities of their existence never failed to bring on a headache. How many Satans were there? Plenty. The one from this dimension was affable. Lidev's father, hailing from another dimension, was a pain in the ass. Lucius and Superbia had all but killed their Satan when they took over Hell.

"Those coming from other dimensions and times never know why or how they arrive. Some remain completely cut off when this dimension seals itself again. Some, such as the Raptors and Templars and Minerva's Lads, have the ability to travel between dimensions and transcend time. It all gets very confusing."

He gestured for Sanjay to pass through the clinic doorway. Ogoti paused on the threshold however. The clean and cheerful facility, replete with a comfortable waiting area and sanitary exam room, was a sudden slap in his face. This was Charumati's domain. This was her gift to the Building. The clinic held no healing for him at this moment. Charumati, their beloved Swith, had died just yesterday. He cleared his throat and stepped inside. It was better to brush the feelings away for a time. There was a patient to focus on and Sanjay needed answers.

---

Marcus shrugged in reply to Torii's question. "In this place? We'd probably find a doorway leading to the moon, or maybe to an abandoned insane asylum. Fuck, even Narnia."

He laughed. If they found Narnia - well, he'd bring a camera along with them.

"Yuna, go easy on that if you've never had it," he advised his friend.

[Giovenith]

"Sell a gift?"

The idea was completely foreign to the Lamia, who quickly tore open the package. "Making gifts from something you know how to do is probably the best kind of gift there is. It shows friendship, meaning that someone doesn't just go out and buy something for another. I don't know how to make much though, besides huts, and how to farm." He chuckled, finally exposing his present to its new owner.

The picture was odd, and only then did Toscha realize that it was art! The colors would go nicely with some of the furnishings in his room, and he already picked out a spot to hang it all.

"Thanks, Willow. It's unique, and . . . Perfect!"

"It's no problem, I'm glad you like it," Willow smiled slightly, happy that his friend enjoyed the gift. "Sterling said he's got one for you too, I'm sure he'll give it to you when he had the chance. He might spoil the surprise though, he just gets enthusiastic about these things... it's a good quality."

Reluctant to toot his own horn, Willow admitted that he was proud of the painting. He was proud of all his paintings. They were a part of his talent.

"So how have things been running for you?" he asked the lamia. "I know you're a rather recent move-in, and this vacation was just as sudden for you as it was for me. Things haven't been too uprooted for you, have they?"

[Torsiedelle]

"I hope we can find something truly special."

Torii didn't mention one thing she wanted to look at. She thought they'd look at her weird...

"So, maybe we can get to the areas we aren't allowed to go in? What about certain rooms? Do you think that maybe some old rooms that used to be occupied would have something neat in them? Maybe?", She edged on, and finally sipped her cocoa. Her dog lay down beside her.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Sanjay paused, having a flashback moment.

---

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" cried the lad as he and a few other students were floating around in zero gravity while Aleister Crowley sat planted firmly on the ground, in his desk and doing some paperwork.

He glanced up at them. "Hmm? Oh, I just like having something to stare at while I work. Makes things less boring. But there's something missing." he frowned, before snapping his fingers.

Very suddenly, everyone was naked. The very old wizard smiled. "Much better." he said appreciatively before returning to work.

---

"Yeah." Sanjay said after a minute. "High amount, I suppose. I'm from a magic school, Elfen High, in the year 1974. Elfen High is in England, so I was surprised I hadn't heard of Bielefeld before-" his brain absorbed Ogoti's information. "Wait, a new dimension? Oh God, that's not good."

Ogoti's brows furrowed in concern. He peered at Sanjay, "Not good? I'm afraid it might unsettle you to know that there are quite a few dimensions represented by lost travelers sheltering in this building, with some of them being from older timelines or else future ones within those dimensions."

The complexities of their existence never failed to bring on a headache. How many Satans were there? Plenty. The one from this dimension was affable. Lidev's father, hailing from another dimension, was a pain in the ass. Lucius and Superbia had all but killed their Satan when they took over Hell.

"Those coming from other dimensions and times never know why or how they arrive. Some remain completely cut off when this dimension seals itself again. Some, such as the Raptors and Templars and Minerva's Lads, have the ability to travel between dimensions and transcend time. It all gets very confusing."

He gestured for Sanjay to pass through the clinic doorway. Ogoti paused on the threshold however. The clean and cheerful facility, replete with a comfortable waiting area and sanitary exam room, was a sudden slap in his face. This was Charumati's domain. This was her gift to the Building. The clinic held no healing for him at this moment. Charumati, their beloved Swith, had died just yesterday. He cleared his throat and stepped inside. It was better to brush the feelings away for a time. There was a patient to focus on and Sanjay needed answers.

---

Marcus shrugged in reply to Torii's question. "In this place? We'd probably find a doorway leading to the moon, or maybe to an abandoned insane asylum. Fuck, even Narnia."

He laughed. If they found Narnia - well, he'd bring a camera along with them.

"Yuna, go easy on that if you've never had it," he advised his friend.

Sanjay brushed away his own further questions, focusing on the issue at hand. He did, however, look at the complex and advanced technology of the clinic in wonder, resolving to inquire about it soon. However, firstly- "Who's the patient? Or what's the patient?" He asked.

[Swith Witherward]

"Off limits areas are still off-limits."

Will sipped from his cup and set it down to regard the small group. Insane little fuckers. His eyes momentarily locked with Yuna's. She, of all that group, would know just how dangerous exploring alternate dimensions could be. She'd spent time being locked in her bedroom to protect her while she was in her last one.

"Those areas are off-limits because they're dangerous, and not because there might be a chance at danger. Some vacated apartments were swept completely clean. Others may seem vacant but still house their owner's possessions. I wouldn't try to break into Bones' apartment, for example. Karma is a bitch."

The cultist pursed his lips. "Then again, there are plenty of vacant apartments. Endless vacant apartments. Infinity. You might find one that would work for that secret clubhouse that none of us are supposed to know about. Just be very careful what you wish for. You'll get it. All of it. Not just the parts that are appealing."

[Torsiedelle]

With a roll of her eyes, and burrying her head into her knees, Torii quieted down again. "Mmmph."

"Geez, this place sure is dangerous for it to house so many people."

She was used to danger, but it had gone from being something that kept her away from one or two places, to an annoyance that hindered her exploration. She had her friends, so what was there to fear? What could be so dangerous about her home? Maybe she was just being a little irrational right now...she'd see what Yuna and Marcus said.

[Rocopurr]

Lilian had managed to, well, get lost and wind up outside. After she admired the building for a few moments she worked on finding her way back in. It took half an hour. Half an hour to find an entrance that was practically straight ahead of her and go inside. She spent twenty minutes debating whether windows were doors and the door a window, and in the next ten she tried to use all as doors. That didn't go well.

Lilian walked in, cold and possibly frostbitten. She rubbed her hands together to create warmth as she went up to the receptionist's desk. "Hey. I'm Lilian Moritz, one of the dudes who wants an apartment here. May I get one? Last time I tried to get one I wound up on a tropical island. Please do not send me to another tropical island; that would be so not cool."

[The BranRiech]

"As much as I appreciate danger, which isn't too much. Will, in the end, is right about that. I mean, it shouldn't be too hard to steer clear of the off-limits areas because I'm sure they're marked, right?" Yuna asked. She definitely had confidence with what Will was saying, and would make sure to check the doors and things, just to be safe.

"I don't plan on running into random rooms as blind as a . . . Excuse this . . . Blind as a bat."

--

"Everything here moves at a fast pace." Toscha noted. "First, I'm meeting some new friends, then I'm in a meeting talking about someone who wants to make us all cease to exist, and then I'm on an island chatting with a Vampire, and now back here." He chuckled. It was all good though, throughout the entire experience so far, the Lamia had managed to make a good number of friends.

[Monfrox]

Flint yawned and sat up from her bed. "Oh man...what a crazy dream." She said, looking around. Wait, wasn't this the room she feel asleep in? The one she also paid for and signed? Oh no, this wasn't a dream. This was real. So very real. Flint cursed for a while before she gave up. "I guess I'll just stay in here and not come out for the rest of my life. Seems like a good plan." She said, digging some bread and vodka out of her pack. She was rather hungry, and in a few seconds, was tearing the bread up and downing the vodka like it was just water. After that little snack, she went about trying to decorate the place. However, the only thing was she didn't have much. She nailed a tarp over the bed to cover it and put all over her supplies under the bed. That was about all she could do for now. She laid in the bed and just started playing her harmonica.

[Giovenith]

"Everything here moves at a fast pace." Toscha noted. "First, I'm meeting some new friends, then I'm in a meeting talking about someone who wants to make us all cease to exist, and then I'm on an island chatting with a Vampire, and now back here." He chuckled. It was all good though, throughout the entire experience so far, the Lamia had managed to make a good number of friends.

"Sounds about accurate," Willow did a rare thing for him and laughed a genuine, clear laugh. It was a bright and wholesome, clashing much with his usual atmosphere. "You know, we never did get to have those drinks and talk last time we talked, what with that completely out-of-nowhere fight between those two ladies. We could catch up on that, if you're feeling up to it of course, maybe something to warm you. Do you like soup?"

[New Aksarben]

Namal carefully read over his lease, obviously written in his native language by the strange characters compared to any human script. He nodded when the cultist asked him if he had taken the pamphlets and took the ones that were given to him before placing them in a pocket of his clothing. He quickly signed along the indicated place with a quick and slightly slanted script that was his name in his native language. He looked up and smiled before saying, "Anything else I need to sign for my apartment? I'd like to to get cozy in it as soon as possible."

[Urran]

Yoshi decided that, since he had missed giving everyone their gifts on New Years Day, he was going to take over the communal kitchen and dining room and use it for a party. He and Blossom had teemed up and placed posters up and down the walls of the building inviting all to come to the celebration. Yoshi had made sea shell bracelets for everyone and Blossom had made everyone tiny statues out of the bones of animals that she had killed on the island. Tieria had come and joined them in the cooking and Yoshi and blossom reluctantly accepted his apology. The scents of rice cake, soy beans, and raw fish filled the air. Luckily, they all spoke Japanese and Yoshi even lent Tieria a kimono of his. So, the kitchen had become essentially a restaurant kitchen, well, half of it. They didn't want to be rude and take up the entire kitchen.

[Cerillium]

"Yes, of course," Luce answered quickly, before Dia could make some snarky remark. The bespectacled man in the towel couldn't see any way to twist Klaus' words, but Dia was Dia. "I thank you, and we shouldn't keep you any longer." He'd also noticed the sunlight's reflection.

Dia, contrary to expectations, only grunted in amusement. The red socks he'd thought quite fascinating, when Chrys had mentioned them and what they did.

"It appears Chrys is going to be the contact from our side for both Allspice and Bane, and whatever else might come," he said, as a parting observation, holding open the door for Klaus. "She's formed quite the bond with Hans."

Klaus, too tired to notice the ripples in the Conservator pond, mere nodded.

"Chrys has garnered respect amongst all my men. Her tenacity and willingness to enter into battle leave a lasting impression on them. We're male-centric. We've always been so. Her elevation to equal footing with them speaks volumes in regard to her temperament and dedication."

A wry smile graced Klaus' face. "She's earned several titles. 'Kriegsmaid' is only one of them. Hans says that one must navigate a potent, thorny thicket to behold the pristine beauty of the bloom within. She is The Flower for that reason. He'd die to save her. He'd die to save any of you in order to spare her sorrowful tears."

The avatar shrugged. "I'm impressed. Good day."

He left them. There was much to be done now that everyone was back.

[Cerillium]

Namal carefully read over his lease, obviously written in his native language by the strange characters compared to any human script. He nodded when the cultist asked him if he had taken the pamphlets and took the ones that were given to him before placing them in a pocket of his clothing. He quickly signed along the indicated place with a quick and slightly slanted script that was his name in his native language. He looked up and smiled before saying, "Anything else I need to sign for my apartment? I'd like to to get cozy in it as soon as possible."

Rudolf slipped the application into the box and a golden key appeared on the counter. "Take it," he smiled. "Your apartment number's on it. Looks like you're on the sixth floor. The lift is right by the stairs. If you have any questions-"

He became momentarily distracted by the newest arrival.

Lilian had managed to, well, get lost and wind up outside. After she admired the building for a few moments she worked on finding her way back in. It took half an hour. Half an hour to find an entrance that was practically straight ahead of her and go inside. She spent twenty minutes debating whether windows were doors and the door a window, and in the next ten she tried to use all as doors. That didn't go well.

Lilian walked in, cold and possibly frostbitten. She rubbed her hands together to create warmth as she went up to the receptionist's desk. "Hey. I'm Lilian Moritz, one of the dudes who wants an apartment here. May I get one? Last time I tried to get one I wound up on a tropical island. Please do not send me to another tropical island; that would be so not cool."

The cultist surveyed bunny girl. He'd been the one to bring her to the island, of course, but she probably wouldn't remember him.

"No more island for you. Welcome to blizzard-inflicted Bielefeld," he handed a clipboard to her. "Sign your lease and help yourself to some pamphlets."

Rudolf pushed a small piles towards Lilian. Welcome to Bielfeld, one proclaimed while the other was a glossy rectangle which provided information about the Building. Included was a business directory and a few takeout menus.

[Cerillium]

Sanjay brushed away his own further questions, focusing on the issue at hand. He did, however, look at the complex and advanced technology of the clinic in wonder, resolving to inquire about it soon. However, firstly- "Who's the patient? Or what's the patient?" He asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Ogoti wryly admitted.

Several voluptuous nurses were tending the patient. Their heads lifted as the pair entered the treatment room and they parted to allow the men access. One of them silently conveyed the patient's status via the telepathic tether shared by all species in their pantheon.

"Daemonettes," Ogoti explained as he shooed them from the room. "They're very skilled in what they do but I wouldn't recommend bedding any of them. My pets are riddled with STDs." He seemed to take pleasure in the confession."

The patient turned out to be an unconscious alien. "Native species of Gliese 581," he explained as he examined J'aluk. His hands worked over the reptilian face, prying open eyelids to reveal oddly faceted eyes before working his fingers between wickedly sharp teeth to open the snout and assess the tongue and throat. Clever fingers brushed through the crop of leathery dreadlocks cresting the creature's head. The Krute was roughly the same height and shape as tall human male, bipedal in nature and supported by two long, taloned toes. He was muscular and built for fighting.

"Emperor Cornelius Thriller and I never saw eye-to-eye on these creatures. His people exterminated them when they first arrived on Gliese. Flat out genocide. It was only later that they'd realized how essential Krute were to the planet, and so they began a genetic engineering program that brought the species back. They're primitive but not bad as a whole. Thriller's blatant fucking around with genetics gets on my nerves at the best of times however. Mankind shouldn't do what his people do. Bah, I digress. I should be kinder. He was my brother-in-law. This fellow is J'aluk, one of the Krute chieftains. Looks like he rode out the typhoon alone."

The avatar's prodding revealed a fractured sternum, or rather the fracturing of the chest plate which sat dorsal of the ribs. Krute physiology was difficult to wrap the brain around.

"The daemonettes knocked him out. He won't wake for a while, but you're more than welcome to apply your skills to him. Most of the equipment in here is for show but it all works. We tend to dispense with science in favor of magic, you see. It wasn't always so; in fact we hid our talents for a very long time. Many of us still do."

[Monfrox]

In all the commotion of running, and after finally getting relaxed, Flint felt a searing pain in her upper arm. "Shit, it's acting up again." She said to herself as she stopped playing the harmonica and looked at her arm. The bandages were bloody again. She grabbed one of her first aidkits and some fresh bandages before heading into her bathroom. She took off her hooded jacket and tossed it aside, revealing a messy head of short cut and dirty auburn hair. She wore a black t-shirt underneath and had a tattoo on her forearm. It had been given to her by her parents' friends or someone close. Her memory was hazy from the time she was 6 until the time she was 10.

Noting how much her wound was still bleeding, Flint began the process of discarding the old bandages in exchange for the new ones with a light dose of morphine to help. The only problem with the wound opening and reopening was that there was still a slug in her. It was far too deep to just cut out with her knife, and she had been on the run when she had been shot so there wasn't much time to fully address the problem. Maybe now that things have settled, she could get it checked out. That, however, would mean braving whatever was outside her door. After she finished wrapping the gauze around her arm, she put on her jacket and pulled the hood up without the face mask this time. There was still blood on it and a hole from where the bullet passed through, but wasn't anything she cared for. Blood, mud, dirt, grass, it all stained her clothes. There wasn't a single thread of fabric in her outfit that hadn't been touched by something or the other. Her boots had also seen better days, what with one having duct tape wrapped around to shield a hole in the sole.

Still, the wound wasn't going to get better, and the more she ignored it, the worse it was going to be for her. She left her rifle, but took her Sig Sauer P226 in it's holster. She always carried wherever she went, like a good Stalker does. Her jacket had a small patchon both shoulders, signifying her allegiance towards the Loner faction he was raised in. So, with a bullet in her shoulder that still needed to her taken out, and the most courage she could muster out of another swig of vodka, she stepped out into the hallway and looked around before she started walking down the hall.

[The BranRiech]

"It's good though . . ." Yuna sighed, setting the cup down. The Coffee wasn't really having an effect on her yet, but she was bound to get hyper at some point. She was still up for exploring though, wanting to actually do something instead of mope around like she felt she had at the island. Sure, she had some fun at the Bonfire, but now that they were back home, possibilities for fun were nearly endless!

"Heya, Torii." She said, looking to her friend, then back to Marcus. "We could go now, right?"

[Cerillium]

"It's good though . . ." Yuna sighed, setting the cup down. The Coffee wasn't really having an effect on her yet, but she was bound to get hyper at some point. She was still up for exploring though, wanting to actually do something instead of mope around like she felt she had at the island. Sure, she had some fun at the Bonfire, but now that they were back home, possibilities for fun were nearly endless!

"Heya, Torii." She said, looking to her friend, then back to Marcus. "We could go now, right?"

"It's better than sitting on our asses," a soft chuckle escaped the boy. "And no, Will, we won't go into any dangerous areas."

He adjusted his robe and gestured for the girls to follow him. What else was there to do? They were snowed in. They could always walk over to Chaos, but that meant traipsing several blocks. The concrete might be clean but the snow lining the route was well over their heads. He didn't fancy being closed in by 7 foot walls.

"Where to? Upper floors? Basement? I hear there are communal rooms which haven't been discovered yet. That dinosaur found the gym not too long ago."

[Rocopurr]

The cultist surveyed bunny girl. He'd been the one to bring her to the island, of course, but she probably wouldn't remember him.

"No more island for you. Welcome to blizzard-inflicted Bielefeld," he handed a clipboard to her. "Sign your lease and help yourself to some pamphlets."

Rudolf pushed a small piles towards Lilian. Welcome to Bielfeld, one proclaimed while the other was a glossy rectangle which provided information about the Building. Included was a business directory and a few takeout menus.

Lilian stared at the receptionist, tilting her head. His voice was familiar. Where had she seen him before? ... Probably one of the times her mum and herself had drove through Bielefeld. Lilian wondered if the man remembered her, but he probably had more important things to remember than people who wandered around the town.

"Thank you.", she muttered as she flipped through the pamphlets and skimmed through the lease. Lilian signed the lease sloppily, all but the L and M unreadable. "When do I get to see my apartment?"

[Cerillium]

Lilian stared at the receptionist, tilting her head. His voice was familiar. Where had she seen him before? ... Probably one of the times her mum and herself had drove through Bielefeld. Lilian wondered if the man remembered her, but he probably had more important things to remember than people who wandered around the town.

"Thank you.", she muttered as she flipped through the pamphlets and skimmed through the lease. Lilian signed the lease sloppily, all but the L and M unreadable. "When do I get to see my apartment?

"

The cultist shoved the application into the box and a golden key appeared on the counter.

"Whenever you'd like," Rudolph pointed to the key. "Looks like you're on the 6th floor. Just stick it in the lock. You can take the stairs or use the lift." Both were across the lobby.

The apartment number was printed on the key. The apartment would transform into her ideal living space once she unlocked and opened the door.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Sanjay brushed away his own further questions, focusing on the issue at hand. He did, however, look at the complex and advanced technology of the clinic in wonder, resolving to inquire about it soon. However, firstly- "Who's the patient? Or what's the patient?" He asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Ogoti wryly admitted.

Several voluptuous nurses were tending the patient. Their heads lifted as the pair entered the treatment room and they parted to allow the men access. One of them silently conveyed the patient's status via the telepathic tether shared by all species in their pantheon.

"Daemonettes," Ogoti explained as he shooed them from the room. "They're very skilled in what they do but I wouldn't recommend bedding any of them. My pets are riddled with STDs." He seemed to take pleasure in the confession."

The patient turned out to be an unconscious alien. "Native species of Gliese 581," he explained as he examined J'aluk. His hands worked over the reptilian face, prying open eyelids to reveal oddly faceted eyes before working his fingers between wickedly sharp teeth to open the snout and assess the tongue and throat. Clever fingers brushed through the crop of leathery dreadlocks cresting the creature's head. The Krute was roughly the same height and shape as tall human male, bipedal in nature and supported by two long, taloned toes. He was muscular and built for fighting.

"Emperor Cornelius Thriller and I never saw eye-to-eye on these creatures. His people exterminated them when they first arrived on Gliese. Flat out genocide. It was only later that they'd realized how essential Krute were to the planet, and so they began a genetic engineering program that brought the species back. They're primitive but not bad as a whole. Thriller's blatant fucking around with genetics gets on my nerves at the best of times however. Mankind shouldn't do what his people do. Bah, I digress. I should be kinder. He was my brother-in-law. This fellow is J'aluk, one of the Krute chieftains. Looks like he rode out the typhoon alone."

The avatar's prodding revealed a fractured sternum, or rather the fracturing of the chest plate which sat dorsal of the ribs. Krute physiology was difficult to wrap the brain around.

"The daemonettes knocked him out. He won't wake for a while, but you're more than welcome to apply your skills to him. Most of the equipment in here is for show but it all works. We tend to dispense with science in favor of magic, you see. It wasn't always so; in fact we hid our talents for a very long time. Many of us still do."

Sanjay nodded, distracted during the beginning explanation as he wondered whether his healing powers guarded against STDs. He never seemed to ever get sick, but he had never tried anything in his lower regions. But that was for later. The imminent position was the...man. Sure, man, that was an appropriate term for now.

He took a breath, placing his bare left palm on the rough reptilian face. His hands and eyes glowed with a blue light, the light flowing into the alien's brain. He placed the other palm on the alien's chest, allowing for more blue light dancing on the chest.

The cracked bones started to join together- for humans, this would be a pleasant process, akin to taking a warm shower, and would relax them.

Sanjay realised, in hindsight, he had no idea whether aliens would have the same reaction. For all he knew, this could like having meth, or like being electrocuted.

He supposed he'd find out soon.

[Rocopurr]

The cultist shoved the application into the box and a golden key appeared on the counter.

"Whenever you'd like," Rudolph pointed to the key. "Looks like you're on the 6th floor. Just stick it in the lock. You can take the stairs or use the lift." Both were across the lobby.

The apartment number was printed on the key. The apartment would transform into her ideal living space once she unlocked and opened the door.

"I'd like to see it now!", she said, snatching the key. Lilian nodded and walked to the elevator. She considered checking out each floor before going to her apartment, but she could do that later. Lilian hit six and waited to go up.

She stepped out of the elevator on floor six. Lilian noticed a figure walking down the hall. "Hiya! Did you just move here too?", she yelled out.

OOC: I'm not sure how clear it is, but the figure is Flint.