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Harue | Hunger Games Room | Rue

It was anyone's guess as to how long she continue walking in her ragged state. The battered child stalked through the never ending forest, it was far larger and creepier than the one's near her house. Creepy wasn't exactly the right word but there was no other words for the things she'd witnessed many things people have done here or the actions her current subject off interest took. Shakily she stopped in her tracks shifting her stance avoiding scattered branches and leaves on the ground. Many times she'd done this, it was evident as to how she hadn't been stabbed or worse yet. Regardless she couldn't stop thinking of the train tracks that brought her here, to do what exactly was up in the air. To fight for amusement? To be devoured like the rest?
She stared dead ahead her golden eyes nervously taking in Rue's ever so careful movements hiding behind a fairly thick pine tree. She looked well prepared if not comfortable despite the unsavory conditions, compared to Harue that is. Harue wore a white shirt that tucked into her black skirt that went down past her knees now stained with dirt. On her shoulders was a leather backpack now dangling on one shoulder while the broken strap was in her left hand. Her overall health degraded slowly, the pain from her broken wrist faded behind a myriad of other pains - the scrapes on her knees, the fastened beating of her heart. She twisted it around her ring finger time and time again, she stopped mouthing the words as her focus was no longer for comfort but to observer. Knowing things helped, like when classes got boring or when to subway was acting up, she'd start reciting facts to herself.

Will watched Steve, not really knowing what to say. He’d never really been to a party. The Snowball was the closest he was ever going to get, knowing who he was and who his friends were. Kids like him weren’t invited to parties in middle school or high school, but that was okay with him. The only party he was interested in was the one that went on DnD campaigns.
He didn’t really know anyone else there but Mei and Rue, a little bit. Not well. And they both seemed occupied anyway. It wasn’t like he could get out of conversation with Steve. He could imagine if Jonathan was there, the way his brother would put a protective arm in front of him and confront Steve himself. Will wasn’t a baby, he didn’t need protection, but he would’ve liked some in that moment. Or at least a convenient excuse to extricate himself from the situation.
But it seemed Steve was at least trying to be on his best behavior, and Will could deal with that. He did, after all, have the upper hand here – he seemed to know a lot more about the House than Steve did. “Yeah, we’re… we’re close,” was all he said, not sure whether rambling about his best friend was really the best course of action. “Mike’s great.” At least that was something they could agree on: a mutual interest in the Wheelers.
He hesitated after a few moments, not quite sure what Steve wanted. He didn’t want to finish, because he didn’t want Steve to think him insane. What he had to say was insane, and he doubted either Jonathan or his mother would believe him. Why would Steve Harrington, who hated his family anyway?
“Nothing,” he mumbled, staring at his food. “Just.. the DnD campaign we were doing last night.” That was a bullyable topic, but not as insane as being transported to a different dimension.

Hook | Stair Room | Lark

Hook blinked in, cringing backwards in a, clearly ineffective, attempt to dodge the splatter of thick purple-ish gore that now coated his face and torso. The blood of whatever creature had just been split open left the pirate completely unaware of his surroundings for a moment, blind as he spat out and wiped away gore.

When he finally cleaned his eyes enough to open them, he looked around in confusion, then annoyance. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, spitting to the side again. He shifted his weight as another figure caught his attention; looking the stranger up and down while he smeared the blood dripping from his brow with his palm. “The hell is this room?” He asked him begrudgingly, now wiping his hand on the first clean part of his coat he could find.

L | BBQ Room | <Raintalon>

“That may be true.” L acknowledged, nibbling his cookie thoughtfully. “But if you don’t keep trying, you’ll never know which things you can understand, and which things you can’t. There’s no way to tell besides trial and error, unfortunately.” He raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, if I have to go insane to understand the House, I suppose that gives me more information about it than it does about me.”
He paused. Died? She thought they were dead. That explained a lot about her demeanor, he supposed, as well as her outlook on understanding the House.
“I suppose, were I dead, I wouldn’t want to remember how it happened, either.” He mused. “It’s not a bad theory. This is certainly a more interesting afterlife than I was expecting.”

Nico heard voices, though he wasn’t really in any state to respond. He felt bodies coming closer and he shrank away instinctively, pressing his head hard against his knees as though that would make them go away. Luckily, they seemed to know him well enough to stop before they got too close, and Nico allowed himself the luxury of a couple more breaths, enough to open his eyes and realize that Sam was blocking out some of the light that had hurt Nico. He needed to slow his breathing down and he knew it, there was just too much on his mind and he was well aware of how badly his hands were shaking where they pressed up against the side of his head. He let them drop, let them curl around his knees instead.
He didn’t have an answer for Sam, as much as he wished he did. His dark gaze was locked on the floor, not on Sam or Kelsier or Myrnin, but he could feel them close. He heard Kelsier’s voice, distantly, and felt gratitude rush through him. Kelsier knew what he was doing when it came to Nico, though how he did after so few blinks… Nico didn’t know. But he wasn’t dead – and that in and of itself was just another thing to process and Nico’s mind wasn’t currently accepting that sort of information.
“It… it’s okay,” he managed, forcing his head up before he had to cringe away from the light. He’d get used to it, but it was dark in the forest when he died. He tried to say more, but found he couldn’t quite summon the words. It wasn’t okay, it was incredibly far from okay, but he wasn’t used to having people worry over him. He wasn’t entirely sure yet whether or not he liked the feeling.

Orpheus | HG Viewing Room | mostly ®Hawkpath®  

Orpheus didn’t see the boy until Sam rushed over, but when his gaze landed on the boy, alive, he breathed a sigh of relief. He began to play just a little bit louder, so the music could calm the boy if he needed.
He turned his head back to glance at L, then gave a soft smile. It was clear L was concerned, but Orpheus wasn’t going anywhere.
“I don’t know him,” he replied quietly. “It appears he has friends who do. Besides, my type of comfort is probably better applied from afar anyway. I’m not great with words,” he admitted, playing a song that he used to slow his own heartrate when he couldn’t sleep. It couldn’t work miracles, but it might be able to help. It might be able to give the boy and his friends some peace.
His attention was pulled almost immediately back to L, and he frowned.
“He’s not in good shape,” he murmured, referencing the boy. “Nobody seemed to be, after they died. I… I didn’t see you directly after. Are you alright?”

There were risks when it came to trusting anyone, but there was something about Kelsier that seemed trustworthy. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t asking to be trusted. He was just showing that he could be. Nico didn’t miss the way he stayed a comfortable distance away. He didn’t miss how coming closer was on Nico’s terms, because that meant everything to him. It was the difference between feeling safe and feeling afraid, and Nico was done with being afraid. Sure, Kelsier had killed him. He’d put that behind him – Hook had done so too, and Nico had a feeling he liked Kelsier a lot better than he did Hook. Neither seemed to have qualms about killing people, but Kelsier seemed to have morals behind it, at least. Even if his true reason for doing it was revenge rather than an attempt to save the Skaa. Nico didn’t believe what the House had judged as a lie. People could have more than one motivation for things. Kelsier was no exception.
He gave a small nod of understanding, watching Kelsier carefully. This time, it wasn’t to keep track of where he was, but instead to watch his expression. The nonchalance in which Kelsier talked about the state of his world was understandable, but Nico couldn’t help but wonder if there was any regret or anger there as well. Nico couldn’t blame him if there was.
It made Nico feel at least a little bit guilty for not appreciating the beauty of his own world as much as he could. There were things in his world that were genuinely beautiful that he took for granted, or that he rarely ever saw due to spending so much time underground. He’d seen more of it since joining the crew of the Argo II, but he’d been in such a terrible frame of mind that he hadn’t really considered it. That felt… selfish, now that his head was clear enough to think about it. Ice skating (or maybe it was just Kelsier) seemed to work wonders for Nico. In pulling him out of his head to focus on the good things. The fun things. There weren’t many of those left.
“You better,” he teased lightly, taking his hat off for a moment to dust any remaining snow off of it. He felt cold, but in a good way. A way that didn’t penetrate the warmth around his heart that he could’ve sworn hadn’t been there when he’d blinked in. Yes, Kelsier was definitely good for him.
He gave a small huff of amusement, rolling his eyes slightly. “Don’t take it personally, I haven’t had anything warm to drink other than coffee in months. I’d have hot chocolate with almost anyone at this point.” That was a lie, though he didn’t give any indication of it. He didn’t like people. He didn’t understand them most of the time, and the rest of the time he just scared them.
“Maybe you should take it personally, though,” he mused, getting used to standing without the skates. It seemed the House had supplied him with appropriately warm winter socks as well, embroidered with bones just as his gloves were. “I normally prefer to do this kind of thing alone.” He glanced up, meeting Kelsier’s gaze, and gave a small smile. It was a confirmation, of sorts, that he was okay with this. That he was glad Kelsier was there, and that he wasn’t here alone. Maybe they had been enemies, once, but things changed. Nico knew that better than most. Besides, sitting across from each other drinking hot chocolate seemed preferable to sitting across from each other in an interrogation room, and Nico was looking forward to a re-do. A chance to get to know each other the right way.
“Hurry up,” he added, bouncing on his feet a little bit. “You’re going to love this stuff!”

Sam | Living Room Retcon | strider

That was a lot of food for thought. 
Also a lot.
Nico clearly was trying to provide information to answer Sam's questions, which was what Sam had been looking for, but it was a lot about Nico's world that he hadn't even begun to think about.
"Oh," said Sam. He felt like he'd said something along those lines recently.
He shook the thoughts away a bit, trying to reconnect his logic back to his brain.
That took a lot of work.
"Alright," he said, when he somehow managed to accept the fact that his new friend was the son of a god. God of the Underworld. It seemed a distinction which should be made. He assumed Nico couldn't tell what he was, however.
"I think I'm ... catching up now," he assured Nico. "Just because I'm not saying much doesn't mean I'm not, I'm just ... not that familiar with all this."
He paused, then considered the last thing Nico had said.
"Do you mean that people ... that you might exist in my world?"
He was a bit hopeful.

Harsh desert winds became a cool, refreshing drizzle as Naoki blinked into the House. He was mid-walk and before he could notice that the House had summoned in, he walked into the wall that bordered part of the village, creating a perfect Naoki-shaped hole as he found himself on the otherside of the wall. His feet slightly sank into marsh with each step as he stopped.

He looked up slowly, seeing the clouds surround bright moon. He breathed sharply - how long had it been since he had seen any water? He closed his eyes. While stepping in sopping wet ground was far from appealing, he relished the soft tapping of rain drops against his skin. For once, he was glad he blinked in shirtless. The markings on his skin glowed magnificently against the dark ambiance.

The demifiend was far too absorbed in the feeling to even notice the blinker standing near him.

Naoki silently opened his eyes, but did not move his head. He continued to face the clouds, ignoring any rain drop that landed too close to his eyes. It took several moments, but at last he lowered his head and turned to face the unfamiliar voice. His eyes focused for a second on the figure's long hair before focusing his intense stare to the stranger's face.

"I prefer this over the desert." He wouldn't mind blinking into rainy rooms from here on. The comment regarding mourning what once stood almost made him flinch, but he made no physical reaction. The feeling was all too familiar, however his world decided to mourn in the opposite manner: an endless storm of desert. He couldn't disagree with the stranger that this mourning seemed beautiful, although perhaps it was due to the lack of weather in his world. His new world.

The demifiend noticed the occasional lightning, unusually long. He wondered if lightning from a storm felt any different than the lightning demons would usually expel at him. He couldn't help shake the feeling that he was going to find out eventually if he didn't blink out right away.

The humidity lay thick in the air, and it almost gave Naoki a choking feeling. He had grown too accustomed to the dry, arid heat in his world that he had almost forgot what stuffy feeling was like. The sopping, wet ground told him that it rained often here. He started to walk, and frowned at his slowness as his feet sank slightly into the thick bog that had taken over the village. At least it wasn't poisoning him.

He half-expected to see human spirits floating about. "Looks lonely." He simply commented out loud. It seemed like there wasn't a single soul nearby - besides the two blinkers. That was usually the case for any House room, but this one especially so.

Ononoki - hunger games room - the doctor

Her feet slowed automatically when The Doctor stopped in front of her. The doll girl stared forward at the question, as if to reiterate that she was being awfully quiet. Stopping in an empty clearing, or nearby an encampment of enemies, it made no difference to her. She allowed the other blinker to make those decisions.
"The aim of the room is for us to kill each other." Ononoki tilted her head distractedly, even though there was nothing else to draw her attention. "...I said with a posed look."
She would not ask The Doctor what she thought, because surely it was obvious. It was so obvious, she did not even understand why she was being asked in the first place.
A bird chirped in the distance, and Ononoki took that as a cue to sit down on a nearby log. She did it awkwardly, leaving her hands at her sides and letting her eyes stare straight forward into the trees.
"I probably deserve to die," she said in a murmur, with no more emotional inflection than usual. Not as if it were a troubling thought, and not as if it were a casual remark. Her voice was simply monotone.

Elliot | BBQ Room | A little Too Distracted - mostly, <Raintalon>  With a spice of mintedstar/fur

The bright blue sky and fluffy white clouds is anyone’s ideal definition of a beautiful day. As if things couldn’t get better, the air was filled with a warming gracious aroma, a scent often found in gardens. This scent was followed by the sudden sprout of colorful flowers, of all shapes and sizes. Not far off from the gathering, were the flowers sprouting in a large quantity together, forming a large an colorful flowerbed. In the faint distance, there was the sound of laughter, but barely noticeable. Simultaneously, the sky’s perfection received a graceful gift, when all colors imaginable illuminated the sky in an ongoing wave, similar to the aurora lights.

The laughter came again, still faint but more auditable then before; two voices-one male, another female.

Immediately following was Elliot blinking midair, with his back facing the ground. His typical rugged, stiff demeanor was very lax, as he gracefully fell into the flowerbed. His turquoise eyes illuminated brightly, reflecting brighter with the illuminating lights in the sky. His normally dirty blonde neatly tucked hair, was ruffled and out of place, flowing in the air as he gracefully fell back. His usual royal fitted attire was replaced by a hand woven dark red tunic, a white short sleeved buttoned undershirt, and black trousers. Instead of his usually hand crafted leather boots, his feet were wrapped in hide, held together by hand woven rope. As he landed in the flower bed, with his arms extended outwards, some flower petals flew in the air,

There was more laughter, this one more gentle.

A second figure appeared, gentle, graceful, and open. Her long way light hair flowed in the air, alongside her long brown skirt as she gracefully came down. Her dark brown woven carefully crafted corset, restrained her white long sleeved blouse, with the exception of her sleeves free flowing in the fall. She laughed ecstatically, with a wide smile; as she gracefully landed into Elliot’s arms. Her dark green gaze was captivated his his turquoise gaze; intertwined.

As she landed, more petals glided into the air. The two further embraced each other, ignoring their surroundings, especially Elliot who hadn’t realized he had dragged into the house. He tried to lean in for a kiss.

“W-We mustn’t…” The woman on top softly stated, nudging her head away. Instead nudging her head against his.

Elliot nudged, trying once more for a kiss. “It hasn’t stopped us before. Now-I have your father’s blessing.” He smoothly reasoned.

“-After we kept it between us-“ She blinked, as he successfully puckered her. Finally she receded resting on him.

“Let’s just enjoy this moment-“ He looked up at the illuminating lights in the lightly cloudy sky. His gaze relaxed further then before. “You’re enjoying this.” He lightly poked her on the cheek.

She glimpsed up briefly to see the illuminating lights, then the flowers below them, and smiled. “I’m glad to see you again.”

“Sure thing, Racer!” Crutchie’s voice echoed around the room for several long moments before he realized he wasn’t in New York any longer. He leaned against the wall, grateful for the relief of pressure on his leg. He’d been standing for far too long, and if the couch was just a little closer he’d have moved immediately towards it and collapsed. Unfortunately, it was a good couple of paces away and he didn’t particularly feel up to making the trek. The wall was good enough for now, especially given the fact that the House provided a reprieve from the heat. In the middle of summer, selling got to be almost impossible come midday. Crutchie still had a few papers to sell. Anyone unlucky enough to be out in the boiling sun wasn’t likely to buy any papers, that was for certain.

He let his eyes close for just a moment, comfortable enough with the House to believe he’d get at least the warning of a sound when someone else blinked in. For now, though, he was alone and he was going to take advantage of that. As much as he liked other people, it was nice to have a break from it all where he didn’t have to put on a brave face.

When Crutchie opened his eyes, he was surprised to find he wasn’t alone. So much for being alerted by noise, but he didn’t worry about that too much after he recognized the other face that had blinked in. Worry creased his eyebrows as he noted the exhaustion on Matt’s features, though it seemed to melt away the moment he was noticed. Crutchie’s eyes narrowed. He’d seen that before, the way people tried to make it seem that they weren’t as tired as they actually were, especially when friends were around. He shook his head of the thought. Matt looked… fine, now, and if he hadn’t been before it wasn’t any of Crutchie’s business.

“’Ello Matt!” he greeted, grabbing his crutch from where it rested against the wall and propelling himself forward. “Been a while!” A few weeks, at the very least. Crutchie wasn’t used to the extended time between blinks, but he supposed it was alright. It made it a bigger event when he got to see his friends again. “How’ve ya been?”