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Fate stopped and looked back, noticing that no one inside had noticed he had done anything. Being the megalomanical fiend he was could not take this sitting down. He walked back to the door, opened it and poked his head in. "Don't you people notice anything!" he whispered angrily while stopping the gas leak, if they weren't even going to notice he was trying to kill them he would have to save it for later.

Throughouly discouraged he walked sullenly back down the drive, as he reaches the edge of the property he shouted back, "You all suck! I'm going home..." He slouched into his jacket and stomped away muttering to himself. "Why doesn't anyone pay attention to me... sniff"

((Fate just wants attention, but everyone is ignoring me. crying Just have to kill you later.))

"Ack when will the pizza dude come!" Jillann thought getting very impatient and hungry just then the bell rang and Jillann shot over and opened the door very quickly hoping it was the pizza guy. Luckily it was, she took the pizza and paid cash and let the guy keep the change for a tip. He may have looked good butt she wasn't in the mood to flirt at all she wanted to feed her hungry stomach. She set the pizza down on the counter. "Foods ready!" She shouted as she pulled out some paper plate, 'god knows the dishes that would have been...' She though getting some of the meat lovers, it had the most cheese.

((im a little rusty))

"Blink wasn't who I was thinking about," said Victoria, coolly. Letting the last bit of tea slide down her throat, she wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand and decided on not pressing the topic any further. Sara, the poor girl, had been through even drama in her first day at the X-Mansion, that sparing her the details of a shape shifting, evil-mutant, even if she were dead, was the least she could do.

Ending the subject with nothing more then a shrug, Victoria eased herself up from her chair, crossed the kitchen and found herself in front of the refrigerator for the third time today. "Yup," she said, opening it up just to make sure it was, in fact, dead. "It's dead," she added with a groan before slamming it shut. "Either of you," she pointed to Rouge and Sara respectively. "Remind me to steal cash from someone so there'll actually be food in there to let spoil, next time."

Sara finished wolfing down dinner in short order. "M'kay then." She said with a sig feeling much better having eaten. She was starting to perk back up again. "Ya know...if my Dad were here I reckon he could have fixed it right up..." She swallowed thinking on that a moment. "Forget that....I don't think ya'll want to wait a week for him to get it done." She said stifling another yawn as she glanced at the two who had just entered. "Howdy." She said as she gathered her blowls and took them over to the sink to rinse off. She sent a glance at Victoria. "I've got some cash on me..." Actually she had her bank debit card which was just as good.

"Same here." Conner said as he checked the pasta bowl. "Sorry mate." he said to the new arrival. "looks like we're out of grub." He patted his back pocket and felt the familier and comforting mass of his billfold. "I s'pose a couple of us will have to go to the local supermarket or something." Conner walked to the fridge and grabbed the milk and closed the fridge door, he placed the milk on the counter and, with a confused look, opened the fridge door again. "Hey did any one notice that the fridge has broken?" He asked as he pressed his palm against the back of the fridge. "It seems all the electronics in this place are going haywire." He closed the door once more and filled a glass with the milk. "So it looks like a fridge and ten or twenty light bulbs are on the shopping list, let me grab a couple of things from my room and I'll go shopping; just give me a list of what we need." Conner necked back the milk and washed it, the mug he used and his plate before turning back for the door.

He caught sight of the boy he had met in the lobby and realised that he hadn't even intriduced every one. "Oh sorry mate." he said to the boy again. "Let me introduce everyone. That's Victoria, the southern belle over there is Rogue, I don't know you but, hi." He said, pointing to Sara. " And come to think of it." he said turning back to the boy. "I didn't catch your name either."

"Cash is good," said Victoria, raising an eyebrow curiously when Sara was kind enough to mention she had spare cash she was willing to donate to the provisions fund. She was even more pleased when Conner offered to do the shopping. "Eh, I don't think we need a list," she said, shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. "If I or whoever goes with you, we should be able to manage. Oh, and keep your receipts, That way, one of the adults in charge can reimburse us for our troubles."

Biting back a smirk from that last one, Victoria took her attention off that of food and spending other peoples money just long enough to acknowledge the new recruit that entered the kitchen along with Conner. Although he could easily have been an older team member who she hadn't met yet (which was extremely likely) the boy's disposition and body language made his member status obvious.

"Nice to meet you...Damon..." she said slowly, waving politely as he hugged the wall opposite her. His voice was so hushed when he introduced himself that she doubted anyone else besides here would have heard it. Of course, she could have easily aped up the volume a few notches without breaking a sweat, but...seeing as Damon seemed to be of the extremely shy variety, she decided to hold off.

For now, at least.

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"Don't have to tell me twice," grunted Lance, stepping forward as Jillian set the pizza boxes on the counter. Deciding to forgo plates altogether, he stepped forward, grabbed a slice from the box marked 'no olives' and shuffled away and out of the kitchen. What Jillian had did was touching and all, but he did not feel much like sticking around with teammates at the moment. There would be plenty of time for that in the near future.

He had known that his attempt to speak was somewhat of a failure, Damon's volume having faded into an almost mute status, so it was somewhat a surprise when someone addressed him as if he had been loud and clear. He looked up again, making eye contact for a few seconds, then dropped his gaze again, his unease returning again. This was incredibly awkward for him.

Damon nodded at the greeting, the first time he had moved since he had entered the kitchen. His feeling of being seperate from everyone else was only intensifying as their familiarity and openness with one another coninued. He envied it a little, having lacked that sort of straightforward nature with others.

Blade let the smoke twirl around her as she held her breath when it passed in front of her. It would do no good for her to pass out or start tearing up for no reason. The young woman sighed after a moment and let the smoke disappear, swept up by the wind. She waited a few second more before she breathed again.
"God, this is boring." She whispered as she reached over and plucked up the bag she had with her. "Maybe I should explore Bayville some more." A smirk came across her face as she left the park, intent on finding something to do.