Sweet dreams are made of these...

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[ Calibration Rooms ]
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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

B - D Belthazar Spellscry Beverly Crusher Bran Stark Caesar Zeppeli Cayde-6 Cheese Sandwich Clay Terran Coil Cole Davesprite Duke Pantarei

E - I Elecman.exe Elena Gilbert Elize Lutus Felix Harrowgate Fenris Finrod Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus Imperator Furiosa Isabela Issac Lahey

J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

Comments

[thatwhichyields]

[She smiles back, and gives him a nod of greeting.]

Good afternoon. May I join you?

[digthefuzz]

Sure thing! Pull up a chair, make yourself at home!

[He gestures towards the empty chair.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She seats herself carefully, eyeing the food in front of her. Completely unsure of how to eat it.

She looks at him, trying to determine from his own actions, and slowly reaches to take it in her hands.]

What is this called?

[digthefuzz]

That's a breakfast gut bomb! It's the only burger to start your day off with!

[thatwhichyields]

[His delight makes her laugh. All right then.

She takes a bite as delicately as one can with something called a gut bomb, considering the new flavors.

Certainly not what she's used to. But good, interesting.

She sets it back down.]

Thank you. Very flavorful.

[digthefuzz]

[They'll definitely taste delicious; they're packed with memories of the best-tasting gut bombs he's had.]

You're welcome! Glad you enjoy. Have as much as you want, really!

[thatwhichyields]

[It most certainly is. She picks it up and hazards another bite with enjoyment.

It may be his own joy running off onto her experience, but that simply made it all the better.]

I thank you. I am Phedre, it's nice to meet you...?

[digthefuzz]

Wagner. Kurt Wagner! [He a pair of finger-guns towards her as he introduces himself, then he returns to his food.]

Cool to meet you, Phedre.

[thatwhichyields]

[She smiles again, liking him and his nature. It almost reminded her of Quintilius Rousse and his broad, warm nature. it made her want to know more about him, but she had found that perhaps there were things that others did not want shared in these spaces.]

May I explore?

[digthefuzz]

[He actually pauses and gives a quick, theatrical bow.]

By all means. Make yourself at home! [Then he resumes his meal in an almost mechanical manner.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She dips a curtsy, and commences exploring, wandering around with interest.

Eventually, she decides to try the door.]

[digthefuzz]

[If it's the closet door, then Kurt will suddenly be right behind her, shaking his head.]

You won't like what you see...

[But if she does open the door? Inside is an apparatus with a helmet.]

[thatwhichyields]

[She wants to see, desperately, but she doesn't reach out to touch it.]

If you do not want me to see, I will not look.

[digthefuzz]

You can see whatever you want, but... It's dangerous. Scary. I don't want to wish that on you.

[thatwhichyields]

['Dangerous' and 'scary' were both, in many ways, Phedre's bed companions.

But she closes the door for now. he likely did not want to relive that.]

Then something else.

[digthefuzz]

Okay. [He bamfs back to the table.]

No pressure... Take your pick.

[thatwhichyields]

[She starts, jerking slightly at his sudden disappearance.]

How did you do that?

[digthefuzz]

[He laughs.]

Oh, just some good old-fashioned teleportation! It's a mutant thing.