~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

Enjolras nodded. "A lot of people are from the 2000s on Earth, though I'm not sure why."

He offered her a smile at her parroting- he didn't know what her world was like but she seemed eager to learn more about everything. Her mannerisms were odd, but not rude, at least so far. It was always interesting to meet new folks in the House.

He pushed the door open a bit more, letting go of the frame to head into the room. Not everyone was inside, but Nico was hanging back as he usually did, as well as Shade and Hook keeping to themselves. He figured they'd come in when they were ready, in Nico's case, or possibly head off on their own, in Shade and Hook's case.

He stepped into the room, lurching as he tried to find footing that didn't immediately land on a tile. He knew enough about the House to want to avoid hitting any buttons unexpectedly.

| Oh heck late post |

Enjolras did the same thing as in my previous post but still held the door for Nico.

His abruptness caught her a bit off guard, getting a small surprised laugh and lifting one hand to rub her face. "Really? Damn, I didn't realize you'd gotten to be such a presence you were ticking off people you've never spoken to... Dare I say I'm somewhat proud? Hmmm..." Shade took a moment to tap her lips thoughtfully, drawing her eyebrows together. "Who all here have you had altercations with that you can recall?"

Kelsier glanced around the room, noting the colored tiles on the floor. Probably a bad idea to step on those.
He noted the people in the room, including a child. Well...damn. That meant he really shouldn’t start anything.
They were going to have to step on the tiles, weren’t they?
Yeah. That sounded about right, he glanced around for Nico, but it seemed the kid hadn’t entered yet, so he focused on the other blinker instead.
Well...someone had to do it, and he sure as hell wasn’t letting it be a kid.
Kelsier stepped forward and placed his full weight on a bright red tile.
....
At first, nothing happened.
Then a large bucket of paint fell directly over his head, splattering him in shocking blue, and landing over his head, covering his eyes.
He yelped and jumped back, at first assuming it was an attack. Then he got it off his head and dropped it, shaking his blond - blue, now - head to try and get the paint out of his eyes,
“What the...”

Nico frowned at the sudden rain of glitter, rolling his eyes as it got caught in his hair and in the fluffy collar of his jacket. If he wanted to be covered in rainbow glitter, he'd go to Pride. Not the House. He was about to say something when he noticed Kelsier, now covered in blue paint, and a small huff of laughter escaped him. He dusted himself off as best he could, brows raising as he approached Kelsier.
"I suppose you intended that to happen?"

Hook couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. His shoulders relaxed slightly now that the majority of blinkers has disappeared into the room, though he kept a close eye on those who lingered. “Aye, a reputation carries weight, love. Surely you know.” He scratched lightly at the back of his neck with his hook, lifting his lip into a scowl. “Christ Shade, you give a poor bastard’s memory too much credit. Uh - Enjolras and Nico, I suppose. They ought to, at least, not sure how that’s held up though. Perhaps the squishy lad with the big hair,” he waved his hook dismissively.
The pirate then lifted his gaze as Enjolras left his post at the door, letting it fall behind him. “s’bloody rude. Perhaps we should keep to the peace,” He suggested to Shade, glancing around the empty space.

The glitter stuck to the paint. Excellent. Just what he’d always wanted, to be a large sparkly blue version of a human being.
He looked up as Nico approached him, and he smiled, trying to figure out a way to speak without getting paint in his mouth.
Eventually he wiped his mouth off on his sleeve. “Course.” He said confidently, “I have no idea what this is. The sparkly stuff, not the paint. It’s pretty, though. I look fabulous.”
And then there were...other things. Loud small things.
“What are those?” He asked curiously as they began to harass the others.

As some of the bees flew towards Mabel, she instinctively turned and ran away from them. In the process, she stepped on a green tile, which caused a pie to be flung into her face.
Unable to see where she was going, she stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground.
She peeled the pie off her face and tasted a bite. "Mmm, cherry!" she commented, getting back to her feet. As inconvenient as that was, at least it tasted good.

"Oh calm down, I'm not asking you to recite a play... Although, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if you don't remember the surely extensive list of people you're fought with," she conceded, nodding slowly as she listened to his musings. Right then, so that was who to probably avoid... but then again if the stranger that kept casting him disgruntled looks was any indication, they ought to be wary of everyone to some degree. "Mm, I think you're right," she agreed, going from a casual walk to a slow jog to catch the door before it shut on them and pulling it open again, which she deeply regretted upon seeing which room it was they were to stumble into. She groaned and flattened her ears in agitation. "Goddammit."

Asami, as an understatement, was having a difficult time. She staggered around for several more seconds, stomping on three different tiles that summoned, respectively, seven gallons of play slime, a taste of pennies in everyone's mouth, and a loudly sung opera song. By this time, the glitter had proven so irritating that finally, out of desperation to rid herself of it, she split her head into four tendrils and began to flail around, slamming them into walls so hard that the tiles cracked and shattered, and whooshing over several blinkers' heads, just shy of taking them out with the long, enormously strong appendages.

“You might as well be,” he quipped back, nodding a bit as she went on to sympathize with his uncertainty. He rolled his eyes a bit but kept with her as she caught the door, standing at her side as she heaved it open for them. The pair groaned in perfect sync, followed by a more colorful exclamation from the pirate as he recognized the room. Unsurprisingly, chaos had already broken out, which was entertaining in part. He had to lean away from a cloud of bees, and was standing in a pile of glitter and paint, as he cast Shade a remorseful look; “Feeling nostalgic yet?”

Enjolras winced, pressing his hands to his ears as the sirens went off, then removed them as they wailed for a few rotations, then began waning in volume as they faded to background noise. He took another step back, wobbling as he carefully set his feet in the thin lines between the colorful tiles, still trying to avoid the bees. Kelsier and Nico seemed to be having a fine time with them, though for two separate reasons, as bees dropped to the ground around Nico and settled carefully on Kelsier's hands.

Asami, on the other hand, was struggling. He barely had time to wince as the taste of blood filled his mouth and lift a hand to his mouth to check for a split lip or bloody nose or something when opera wailing replaced the sirens in an oddly musical way, like the two sounds transitioned smoothly into each other. He ducked as a tendril whooshed by his head, just brushing his curls. The sudden motion made him loose his balance, and he sprawled on a few more tiles as he ducked, which summmoned a rubber ducky, a box of kleenex, and a tinny rendition of "Happy Birthday" which sounded like it was being played from an old, worn out "sound effects" birthday card.

Kelsier looked up, the smiling vanishing in a moment.
“Nico, what-“
Then suddenly he was gone and Kelsier stumbled back, shock flashing across his hazel eyes as he tried to figure out what just happened.
“Nico!” He said sharply as he found him. The chaos of the room was growing too fast. He rushed forward, stepping on a tile by accident as he did, which erupted into loud opera, wailing over the noises in the already loud room.
“Nico, are you alright?” He shouted over the singing, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the room for the culprit, and there she was. Flailing, dangerous, and not human.

Mabel leaped out of the way as one of Asami's tendrils came shooting towards her. A few sparks floated up from the tile she now stood on, and she ran onto another just as the previous burst into flames. Then, a mountain of donuts fell on top of the young girl, almost burying her.