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Of the opinion that there was always something new and exciting (if not necessarily always enjoyable) at Deus to discover, it felt completely normal and appropriate for a young teenager girl to go wandering around. And even though Abbi had definitely gone down into the basement dormitories for a Halloween party, she didn't necessarily remember what everything looked like which necessitated that she look again. Mostly it was because she had felt babyish the night of the party and had pulled her costume hood over her face enough to block the extraneous details so that on the way down she hadn't noticed much. As for the way back up, well, she'd had a bit to drink by then...
So today was as good a day as any to go wandering about the halls, exploring why the basement had had bugs during the party and not normally. If it had bugs normally, she reasoned to herself as she skipped down the stairs with a hum, then no one would live here. Obviously. But that had to mean it didn't normally and whether or not she would find an answer, it was still a fairly good excuse to go looking.

"Do ya think we'll find anything down here?" Abbi asked no one in particular that would respond in the same way she spoke, because the only person she was speaking to was in her head.
{ Ya. People who don't want ye messin' in their rooms. Now get on home, lassie. }
Electing to ignore her headmate, Abbi instead decided to inspect a very interesting looking corner. It was very dark for a corner and very... Cornery.
"Huh... I guess if there's not really anything to see down here its pretty boring..."
The teen turned back to face the hallway and stuck a hand on her hip, her other hand reaching up to idly twirl the end of one pigtail around its fingers.
"Maybe someone's home!"
Abbi was about five seconds away from knocking on a random person's door just for the hell of it.

There had been no precursor to the door opening, no warning of someone talking or footfalls (well, there might have been that, but the teen had been a bit busy listening to the voice in her head to notice). All there had been was a door that opened to show a dude hardly any taller than Abbi with weird hair.
Unable to stop herself, her eyes widened considerably and the hand that had risen up to knock on the door, and now hung closer to the stranger's face than she cared for, whipped back to a safe spot on her person.
"Oh gosh! I'm so s-sorry! I-I didn't think-- The room looked empty--" The words registered in her head and Abbi waved the hand that had just nestled against her chest into the air to help clear her thoughts. "Well I mean, like, as empty as a closed door room can look--"

Having realized she was starting to ramble the teen seemed to fail to notice being called a b***h and instead waved exuberantly at the person in front of her. So his hair was weird and he was really short for a guy. Whatever! She had invaded his space so she best get to making it up to him about it.
Prepared to introduce herself, Abbi first noticed the room behind him and that seemed momentarily much more interesting. With a quick motion the teen bent her waist to the side for two seconds, scanned the room, then returned to a proper upright position. Purple eyes flicked back to the grumpy face in front of her and blinked.
"Didjya just move in?"

Totally ambivalent to the look over, though she did notice it the teen just chose not to really care about it, Abbi waited for his answer as patiently as she could. Since the girl was not really the patient kind, it sort of turned into more idly fidgeting, her fingers curling around each other as she tried very hard not to move too much. Moving too much would probably just make him angrier...
{ Movin' outta the doorway would probably not }
Sssshhh! Coencentrating!
On what? Not much, mostly the ability to talk to Viveca inside her own head, a task that seemed easier on other days that were obviously not today.

Finally the boy spoke again and Abbi shook her head, curiosity the only emotion expressed. Why did he look so suspicious of her? She was just trying to be friendllyyyy!
"No. Just wonderin'. So you must be new? Did you unpod recently? How long were you asleep?" As for prime real estate, she decided backtracking to that was a good idea.
"I've been here for a few months, so you didn't take a room from me. Do you not wanna be in the basement?"

Ooohhh! This guy was as foul mouthed as Finn and Jack on their worst days put together!
Each curse made the teen's eyes squeeze a little closed every time, a concentrated effort going on to not wince just because he was being curt. It wasn't as though it really and truly bothered her, but maybe it did. Just... A tiny bit.
While he spoke Abbi stood there, having totally forgotten that personal space was something angry people liked more than others, and would have completely forgotten she was blocking his path if a gentle prod from Viveca hadn't made her step back. That had been mostly a courtesy as the girl was not interested in standing too close to people she didn't even know the name of. Even if she were feeling particularly bold today...
"Wow! So you're sparkly new! Fresh out of the box!" That made her laugh and she hurried after him, similar to a puppy after someone new. "Do you know where everything is? I bet you've gotten lost! I got lost like... Every five seconds my first month here! Sometimes I still get lost!"

Up the stairs she went, dodging from one side of him to the other to keep talking. He looked sad, like he could really use some cheering!
"If you don't want a basement room we can see if there are any extras upstairs! People are moving out all the time!" Oh wait he just... "I was exploring! I hadn't really been down to the basement besides this one time for a party and wanted to see what all was there! You startled me though! I didn't think there was anyone in that room. Sorry I almost knocked on your door!" Except she was only a little sorry.

"So what's your name?" She ran ahead of him, well as best she could since they were on a pair of stairs, and stuck her hand out to him.
"Abbi Killian, 17, Moon Division! Nice to meetcha!" Now friends?

Startled that anyone would not want to be called 'sparkly', the girl took a tentative, wide eyed step backwards before she surged forward.
"Ok! Uh how aboutttt... Newbie? Fresh off the plane? I don't think there any planes here that's fine-- Green! Ooohhh you're so, so green, like a field of freshly mowed grass in the springtime!" So maybe Abbi was having a bit of fun poking the obviously angry man (there was a word to describe him, just out of reach on the tip of her tongue), but look. She had acquired extensive experience with dealing with angry folk, namely Jack and Finn who were very angry fellows. They were like old house cats, always fighting with someone or something and never satisfied. But somehow they had not been able to shove the yippy little Abbi away and thus she felt reasonably satisfied with the idea that yes, she was quite good at cheering people up.
As usual, Viveca was terribly happy to chime in that no, Abbi was downright dreadful at cheering people, let alone herself, and that she should rightfully be ashamed at her attempts. Not to mention the long lecture regarding boys who reeked of danger and mistrust, how the broken ones were better left broken, that sometimes sadness in the world is deserved, yadda yadda on and on until Abbi just tuned her headmate out.

"Its not so bad a place once you get used to it! If ya need help with anything, just let me know!" Since being overly silly seemed the thing, Abbi saluted the boy before her smile turned into a small pout.
"I'm not dumb. I bet I know waaaaaay more stuff than you. Like ok. Here's this. I bet you don't know how long it takes light to reach Earth from the Sun! I know!!" A long, hard look was given to the boy, testing him quite literally.

But finally, ah yes finally! They broke through the barrier of cranky pants long enough to exchange names. Not at all gently, the girl rocked back onto her heels with a grin.
"Mist! You're a Misty! Misty Leslie, goes together kinda well!" Gosh, no wonder he was worried about being seen as... Outwardly irreputable in sexual inclinations. His name was extremely feminine! That wasn't a bad thing, but Abbi could see how it was possibly perceived as... Negative.
"Got a nickname, champ? Lee? Lecil? Like Cecil? That's a good one ooooooh Lecil!"

A momentary, and very stark, look of fear crossed the girl's face at the threat of being choked, a hand reaching up to run fingertips along the front curve of her neck. He wouldn't. That was too cruel and he seemed like a kinda nice guy underneath all the angry-grumpy-pants-ness, maybe. As per usual, Viveca had other ideas on the matter, but by this point Abbi had nearly perfected her ability to ignore her appointed conscious in favor of what was more fun. Though she was still frightened at the idea of being potentially harmed, she shoved both hands onto her hips and bent forward.
"Nu-uh! You'd have to catch me first and I had a step-brother on the JV football team, so I know how to run!" More like sprint and not very far, mind you, but Leslie sure as heck didn't know that. With a more confident smile than she felt the teen straightened up and waggled a finger at the boy as she took a few prancey steps back from him, just in case.
"Does so! You gotta be real dumb to only know facts and not know about like... Life and junk!" Which was precisely only what Abbi knew, but she was learning and for all her lack of knowledge, she felt that was most important. Quick, so he wouldn't be able to catch her, she rounded around one side of him and poked his shoulder quickly before she rushed back to his front, effectively blocking his path. Well, as much a very petite girl could block anyone's path.
"Its 8.5 minutes, b-t-w!" She whispered alongside the poke with a grin. Once back in front she folded her arms behind her back and rocked back onto her heels.

Purple eyes rolled up to the ceiling to consider the nicknames for a moment before Abbi snapped her fingers and pointed at what she considered to be her new friend. He hadn't actually choked her, so there was totally a chance to be honest friends!
"For now, its gonna be Leslie... When you earn your crown you can be King Leslie, 'aight?" Maybe she'd even change the lyrics of "Weasley is Our King" to fit. Of course, he probably wouldn't get that but it didn't change the fact she was already heavily considering what the changes would be.

As for skipping out on duties the girl shrugged and began to zig zag slowly down the hall ahead of him.
"Don't you have duties to be doing? You're brand new, aren't ya?" Two could play the blame game!

That snappish refrain of 'danger! danger! danger!' sounded once more in the girl's head, whipped around inside her skull and largely went ignored as instead Abbi let her mouth curl into a half turned up hint of a smile.
"You didn't really run from the cops, didjya?" She asked, doing her best to look cool about the question but failing miserably. It was entirely possible her face would never learn to lie, but it also wasn't something she was altogether too interested in perfecting. Not when there were people to learn about and gleefully pester.

A laugh left her when the boy chased after her wrist unsuccessfully and she darted back further from him, initially to put a careful distance between them (Just in case!) but happy to discover it only made her all the more elusive.
"It makes total sense! I can't call you 'King Leslie' if you haven't earned your crown!" One foot swung out before it landed and pushed the girl into a skip down the hallway, totally adoring the fact he was following her.
"Right now you're a newbie, and newbies can't be Kings. But if you work reaaaallllyyyyy hard, you can be!" Once again she laughed before she jumped back in front of him in a halting motion so that she could point a finger at him.
"I call dibs on crowning you!"

As for 'disregarding the constabulary', since it was clear Abbi was not of the persuasion to use such vulgar language, her grin grew and she whirled back around to shoot off down the hallway.
"EXACTAMUNDO!" That made her laugh before she doubled back to run alongside Leslie. "So c'mon! Let's go find stuff! OOOH! Let's go to the beach! I can show you how to find like pocket knives and stuff-- I have two! And maybe we'll see mermaids! They're bad though, don't listen to them an-and we can um go eatttt?" That last word was pulled out since she wasn't sure, far too content to just list off possibilities in hopes one of them would spark the boy's interest.

Each time he used the harsh word the girl flinched, though she tried very hard to keep the action at bay, but it ended up a useless attempt. She blinked hard once more and tried to look unimpressed at his boast. After all, running from the cops wasn't hard. But since Abbi had never actually done that, there was still a level of admiration from even the admission of such an act.
She was happy to change to the next topic of discussion a few moments later, skipping alongside him.
"You must have, if you're here." The teen pointed out with a tilt of her head to either side. Hands fold behind her back as she her gait turned into something elongated and meant to be cute. "If you didn't have the potential to be helpful, they wouldn't have chosen you. And you probably worked hard when you went through the... The..." One hand wiggled out from behind her back toward her front, then back behind herself again. "The trial thing... If you hadn't tried in that, you'd be dead!" Or something! That's what she had gleaned from the months she'd spent on the Island, trying to piece together the time between when she'd left home and woken up in a pod.

A laugh left her and Abbi hopped into the air with a farce of a curtsey in her limbs once she'd landed.
"I'll find you a crown if you promise to be a good King!" She laughed again and shrugged at his uncertainty.
"B47! I won't forget! Mine is 174, so it'll be easy to remember! Like number buddies!" The leer she misses, though she catches the tail end of his look up and down. Viveca knows what that is and tries to shove the emotional response a normal girl should have into her host's consciousness, but Abbi goes still as though it is a courtesy for her to give the other person a good canvas in which to look over.
"Text you something liiiiikkkeeeeeeee... Answers to tests? I don't really think we have a lot of tests around here that are ABCD kinda tests." What else would she text him to 'sweeten the pot'?