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Sol | Living room/hallway | anyone |

Asami would certainly have liked to join them, but unfortunately, she blinked out.

About three seconds later, a much shorter person blinked in, wearing an oversized, olive-green jacket, which she was currently stuffing handfuls of dried apricots into as fast as she possibly could. But then she reached forward, only to find that the bulk bin she'd been elbows-deep in was no longer suspended above her head.

"Again?" she said in exasperation, standing up a little straighter and putting her left hand into her pocket. Closing her fist around her knife, just in case.

"Okay, who's here?" she called, running her free hand through her poofy hair, which did nothing to tame it. "I can hear your footsteps over there."

Steve / the exact opposite of vibing

Before Enjolras was able to offer any explanation, the fairly stressed teen snapped not evening turning to talk to Hook directly. "No one asked what you thought," Steve snarked at the pirate's hark. Prick. Whatever was left after his dramatic spat with Byers, Hook had cut open a fresh wound. One that the teen was not all too happy to face, now that they had another walking disaster blinking in. His aggravation thrived in his voice. While it was impolite to say the least, the captain was thinning the remainder of Steve's patience. To Sol, well, no need to get the kid into the nasty mix. "Uh, hey. How'd you...get the collar off?" Genuine vexation had calmed down, he couldn't help but to ask about the survivor's unfortunate situation since they last met. It was the first thing to come to mind, trying to make some space for their newest arrival. He was beginning to understand why Enjolras did not put up much of a fight to the house's poor choice of visitors.

"This is the House." Enjolras answered the new blinker, unsure if she knew where she was or not. "I'm Enjolras, and this is Steve."

He paused as Steve addressed the new blinker as well. Ah, so she wasn't a complete newbie then, if she'd been here already. He paused on his way to the hallway, not wanting to just leave the new blinker. A strange purple light washed over the living room, and for a moment Enjolras thought that the House had overstepped its boundaries and started messing with the living room before he saw Nico emerge as the light died down. Just magic of some sort, then. He nodded once at the fellow blinker.

Nico raised a hand in greeting towards Enjolras when he realized he’d been spotted by the other blinker, and almost moved to follow the group down the hall when he realized that he wasn’t the only one in the living room.
“Hey, Kel,” Nico murmured, just loud enough he hoped it might break the other blinker out of his thoughts. It hadn’t been too long since their last blink (but honestly, anything longer than a few minutes was a nice break for Nico), and he wondered distantly how long it had been for Kelsier. He would need to thank him, eventually, for making him talk to Myrnin. And probably apologize to Enjolras for leaving Myrnin alone with him and Hook instead of talking to his friend right off the bat. He hadn’t noticed much, but he had seen the group hug, and he knew how strong Myrnin was. That might not have been the most pleasant experience.
Nico hesitated for a moment, glancing between Kelsier and the hallway. He was itching for a room, but he didn’t necessarily want to leave his friend behind in the living room. Unless Kelsier wanted to be left there…

Hook slowly approached the door of his choosing, planting his feet in front of it and staring absently as he waited for the others. With limited patience, he curved backwards to peer into the living room without shifting his feet. “You mother(oops)ers comin’? Bloody hell!” He straightened up, knocking his knuckle against the wood besides the handle. “Walk n’ talk, I got (heckin) cretins who can do it, Christ...” The pirate continued muttering angrily, considering each new voice in the living room a punishment for the other’s slowness.

Nico caught a glimpse of the picture, and though he had never seen it before, he had a feeling he knew what it was. He wasn’t going to ask about it.
“I could too,” he admitted, looking over at the scepter now leaning against the bookcase. There were things he had to worry about when he blinked home that he would rather be distracted from now. He didn’t know if he really had enough power to use that thing. He would have to find out when he blinked back.
Without checking to make sure Kelsier was following, he walked into the hall just in time to hear the tail end of what Hook was saying.
“Don’t swear at me, asshole,” he said, tone light. “I literally just blinked in.”

Steve / back to vibing

Sol blinked out as soon as she had arrived. Steve frowned though that disappointed sentiment went down as they were accompanied by two other blinkers. He thought they looked familiar, the man's scarred face and the scrawny frame of the younger man. "Hey," To Nico and Kelsier, he offered them a wave of his hand all the while standing besides the revolutionary. Not that he wasn't one to talk but it was draining when you're getting marched right up to death's door, literally.

| Enjolras | Mall Food Court Room |

Enjolras placed a hand on the door as he followed Hook into the room, pushing it open for the others behind him to catch as they all filtered in. As he stepped through, the oak door of the House disappeared and he was standing in a large room with a high ceiling, windows filtering in light over an array of plastic tables and tiled floors. A few planters sectioned off the eating area in the center of the room from the sides, which were all filled up with alcoves with plenty of blinking lights and neon logos. The sound and smell of sizzling, greasy food filled the air of the mall-style food court. The place was clearly meant to be a gathering place to eat, but it was empty now, though it still appeared to be fully functional. Enjolras looked around, curious about the various types of food- all the restaurants looked quite different than he was used to.

Steve | Mall Food Court Room | @enj mostly

Steve moved on from lamented thoughts and greetings to walking into the unknown. Hook and Enjolras were already a step ahead of him when it came to venturing rooms first, he was the third to take confident steps after the senior blinkers. In doing so he was welcomed to an overtly bright food court, neon signs and over priced food in all its greasy glory. He walked at first standing beside the duo he had become begrudgingly accustomed to. For once he was took in the sight, restless for a break but amazed at the sheer size of the room. “Holy Sh(ip).” Steve breathed in awe. He propped up his arms around his waist admiring the unholy grail of fast food.
Glamorous by his worlds standards along with the Frenchman’s judging from the way he was staring at the less than healthy establishments. The aura of it all was nothing compared to what the sad excuse of mom and pop stores lined up in Main Street. Arguably this was a confident set up just to get hurt again, maybe the food would attack them or something stupid like that. It was on a whole other level of awesome and maybe one that would not attempt to cause bodily harm, the young teen could barely name or recall any of the shops set of in front of him or any of the odd foods not typically from his time.

The pirate looked back at Nico briefly, vague bemuse visible on his face. He was clearly trying to get a better reading on the boy, though the couple of seconds of glaring at him didn’t seem to help any as he looked away with the same touch of confusion in his expression; perhaps with a hint of amusement. “I might,” he commented in the same flat, yet lighthearted tone.
He strolled deeper into the room, observing the tall ceiling and vast interior. The space smelled pleasant and awful somehow simultaneously, and he was bitter to admit Kelsier’s words held truth. He walked to one of the closest tables, frowning at how clean they looked.

Myrnin - power room - ~∂єѕтιиу ®Hawkpath®

"Looking for youuuuuuuu," Myrnin pointed out. Then waved goofily at Vincent as he said, "Hey Vice!"
He had little intention of using his actual name, and anyway, Juuzou wasn't. Which pleased him. Though he wondered what ways this little ghoul hunter had of working out who Myrnin was.
The goofy grin he had sent to Vincent laxed a little. Was there anything in his mind that might give him a toe-hold in this little dance of his?
"So teleportation?" he asked. "Only limited to a place you can see, yes?" Or perhaps where he'd been before?
If there were limitations to Myrnin's own powers, it was that he could only read what was on a person's mind at the moment. It wasn't the invasive, all encompassing technique he naturally possessed (but refused to use). So he couldn't dig around in Juuzou's brain to see why he hunted ghouls or what other details he was missing. Unfortunate, but still useful.
"I've met a new friend here," he said, waving to Juuzou. "He picked a power too. As for what I'm doing more specifically, why were you moving away? Just so I had to chase you?"
He was talking to Vince, but his attention was still on Juuzou - specifically his thoughts.

Myrnin | Living Room | ®Hawkpath®

Myrnin was fine with the details, actually. He was actually surprisingly quiet as he listened to what Kelsier had to say.

He tapped at his chin as Kelsier finished up. It was an elaborate plan to his mind. A lot that Kelsier would have had to consider.

"Immortal and unkillable ... entertaining," he said. "I would assume making him unimmortal would help. Or if you can't kill him, there've always been ways to imprison gods."

At least that was what the stories said. Myrnin could at least assume that this could be implied to extend to things other than vampires. He knew myths and legends and the imprisonment of the unkillable seemed to be a common theme.

"Misdirection."

He clapped his hands suddenly, like an audience member who'd finally heard the final song.

"And what are your goals for the House?" He spun a bit, indicating the walls. "Any goals while you're here?"

Rue | Living Room | mintedstar/fur

Rue didn’t want to cry. She had made it such a very long time without crying about herself, about her death. Because that was what this was. She wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t naïve. She knew what happened when the mockingjay sung. When the bell tolled. She knew what happened when a twelve-year-old girl was reaped. She wasn’t looking at Myrnin anymore. She already knew there was nothing he could do. Because there was nothing anyone could do for her, not now. Not when it was almost over anyway.
She could tell. She could tell that this was the end. She was so very close to it, too, so very close to everything falling apart.
And she probably wouldn’t even be there to see Katniss win.
Then she was looking into green, green eyes, and she was staring, and the words were echoing in her head.
Would you become a vampire?
The world went still and quiet. Even her surroundings, which she never really stopped paying attention to, bled from her mind. All she could see were green eyes and a gentle, worried face, the face of her friend.
And a future. One where she lived.
She could just pretend to be dead. If she were a vampire, she could pretend to be dead and then when they shipped her body back, she could run away. She could…she didn’t know what she could do next. Find her family and hide, maybe. But a wild sense of hope was already coming over her, so much so that she almost actually let out a cry.
But she didn’t.
What she did do was search Myrnin’s eyes, her own huge dark ones suddenly shining with a desperate sense of hope.
“Yes.” She breathed, not daring look away. Not daring even blink. “Yes. I would.”

Kelsier | Living Room | Mint

Kelsier laughed lightly at that.
“Fair enough.” He acknowledged. “Knowing why can be a useful tool, often overlooked. It’s the exact same with Allomancy, I’m afraid. You don’t understand why something works, you might never know that something else works, too. Not to mention all the problems that could come from not asking that one simple question.
He spread his arns and grinned. “Chaos.” He said, helpfully. “Destruction. Fear, for my enemies. Hope, for my friends. As I said, I’m a natural instigator. I instigate.”
He tilted his head, fun in his hazel eyes. “Certainly.” He agreed. “A doctor and an alchemist? Sounds like a heavy workload. What is it you do, exactly?”

Rue | Living Room | mintedstar/fur

Rue stared back, her own eyes wide and dark and, yes, afraid, very afraid. Of dying. Of...whatever this was going to be. Not dying? Myrnin didn’t seem dead. Not...not six feet underground, siblings inconsolable dead. Which was what she had in front of her, here and now, if she said no.
It was a bit like the moment before you allowed yourself to he strapped into a roller coaster. You could still say no, of course, you could still walk away, but there was an important difference here. There were consequences of saying no. The death she knew was coming for her, the painful, awful, long death that her siblings and parents would be forced to watch.
She knew death too well. She was twelve years old and she had seen things, terrible things, things that shouldn’t be normal but were. She lived off the stolen food she managed to gather from the field she was forced to work in. More importantly, her siblings lived off that food.
Lived. Past tense.
Because no matter what she did here, no matter what she said next, they would never live by her hand again. That was the past.
What was the future?
It had been a very long time since she had believed she could have one of those. A future. Living to adulthood was an absurd fantasy for children younger than she. A tale told to keep small voices from crying out in the dark. Hers was the voice at the end of the work day, hers was the song that sent the workers home, and she was last, always last to go.
Well? Whose voice would tell her it was time?
A future. A chance. She wasn’t asking for a guarantee, she would never ask anyone for that. But what Myrnin was offering her here and now…
It meant everything. It meant more than everything.
She reached forward, slipping her hand into his. She had made her decision, for better or for worse. She was scared, of course she was, and her trembling hand betrayed that, but she was also smiling. A tiny, tiny smile, but a real one. The first in a while.
Her eyes never left his. A choice. A last chance to live. If she blinked out now, she would die. If she went back to think about it, she may never get another shot at this. And she wouldn’t let that happen. Myrnin had offered her the one thing no one else could: hope. And she had taken hold of it with both hands and refused to let it go.
She waited. This was hard for him, she guessed. She didn’t even know whether this was a guarantee or not, she didn’t know a thing about how this worked or what would happen next.
“Will it hurt?” She asked, her voice soft and breakable and so, so small. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, and then they were determined, in spite of the fear.
“I trust you.” She added, and she meant it. It wasn’t easy. She had grown up trusting no one, least of all adults, but Myrnin? She trusted him with her life.
She was about to prove it.

Kelsier | Living Room | Mint

Kelsier raised an eyebrow. It seemed quite the fanciful job, if he were being honest. He considered for a moment, letting his brain work over that, and then he smiled and nodded. “Oh, we do.” He confirmed, a light dancing in his hazel eyes. “At least, I know people who would argue so. You and a good friend of mine would get along very well, I think.”
His expression grew more serious. “And your world? Would you call it fair?”
Well? He seemed the type to think about such things. He was reminding Kelsier more and more of his companion. Too bad they would likely never meet.