Embeth could hear that they were talking in lowered voices, but she couldn't understand the words. She knew Tesla was talking about Darcy for at least a moment as she could clearly discern the emphasized "you." His voice was fierce and serious. She shivered a little, hoping never to invoke such a response from him. Was he angry? Usually people yell and fight and hurt when they are angry, she thought. Mom always yelled and hit me, but one time she hit one of her boyfriends, she remembered. Didn't everyone yell and hit when they were angry? Or did they do other things? Embeth thought about what she did when she got angry. I used to cry, but Mom would get angry when I cried so I stopped. Begrudgingly, she admitted, But I cried later in my room when she wasn't around.

Tesla and Darcy seemed to be on better terms once she returned from her moment of reflection. Tesla took Embeth's hand and she was comforted. She nodded in agreement to what he had said, and pulled him closer towards Peyton with a smile--less lopsided than it had been earlier in the day.

She realized that as this place was different than home and in the few short hours she had been here, she learned that the people here needed her to talk more. "Please, may I have some of that! It smells really good!" Her eyes stared hungrily at the spaghetti. It looks homemade too! Spaghetti was too difficult for her to manage at home, so she only got it on the rare occasion that her mother brought home a jar of sauce. They had bought two pounds of noodles some years back on sale and Embeth had quickly learned how to cook the noodles from watching Good Eats.

Quetzalcoatl allowed himself to be brought forward to where two apparently-human people, a male, presumable Peyton, and a female, cooking food. Embeth seemed quite happy to be in the vicinity of food, which pleased him; she was no doubt famished from eating so little throughout the day. Since Darcy had already asked how to be of assistance, he waited for the answer.

[ Sorry, not much to say in this post.]

Myrr 'searched' through some of the closets for a second, finding a second pan to divide the meat from the sauce. Maybe there were a few vegetarians like herself. The elvin carried the pan, able to hear the Time Lady offer her help.
''Hmm, if you could help me do the table that would be wonderful.'' The woman smiled, placing the pan on the table. She quickly divided the meat from the sauce with a bit of bending the water in the meat, hoping that nobody saw. Not really because she wanted to keep her abilities a secret, but just because it didn't look tasty...
After that she bend through her knees to meet eye-level with embeth, offering her a motherly smile.
''Want to help me do the tables? I could use a hand or two~'' The woman smiled, her voice that of a caring and sweet mother, the way she wanted it to sound. For now Myrr would try to become as a relative to embeth, maybe even a sort of mother... Though she knew she would never be able to replace the original one.

''Juice? Hmm, I guess. At least you can try now, with pretty much everyone. Though I have the feeling we miss people... The vampires, you know, the twins!'' Megumi said, slamming a fist in her hand.
''Almost forgot... Would they be able to eat with us? They can can they?'' she asked Seraphin, to see sauce flying in the nip of a second, wait... Sauce? She blinked, but everything seemed okay. Odd.
''Must be odd for you to suddenly not be able too, well, at least that leaves room for improvement huh?'' The valkyrie smiled, feelin the urge to hum a song or something.

Fiore sat confused as the window she was watching frosted over. None of the other windows looked that way so the only thing Fiore could do was roll her eyes. Her new found friend was obviously up to something. She could only giggle and feel bad for the unsuspecting Peyton. He had to be the source of her craziness.

Fiore looked over at the small group that was gathered by the kitchen. It looked like some woman she had never seen before was making quite an impression on little Embeth. And of course Tesla stood there like a body guard watching the everything that went on around the girl. He seemed to be the over protective type. Fiore secretly wondered howpolar opposites met in the first place. She was still struggling to understand Darcy's involvement in everything. She knew that she had broken up the argument earlier but surely Tesla would have been sick of her pestering by now. Fiore surely was and he had only stayed for no more than five minutes.

Embeth nodded and pointed to Tesla, "Him too?" She didn't know where the plates or the silverware was and hoped that Myrr would point them out to her. Tesla could take the plates and she could handle the silverware and napkins. She wondered if they used cloth napkins or not. She wanted to put her napkin folding practice to use. But she could manage with paper napkins as well. Besides, the sooner the table was set, the sooner the could all eat!

[Sorry for the shorter post.]

Darcy smiled and nodded, taking plates and setting them down in the spaces. She went back for glasses, carrying two at a time, and only noticed Fiore as she set a glass in front of her. She smiled softly, and then turned away to fetch some napkins. She stopped, smiled at Embeth and turned to the lady, Embeth seemed to be eager to help. All that was missing was food, drink, napkins, cutlery and people, she decided happily and went back to the lady. "I'm sorry. I never asked. What's your name?" She asked, suddenly remembering introductions.
Darcy sighed softly, when she told Peyton she hoped he would understand. She was worried about how to phrase it, how to speak, what tone to use and everything. It was so difficult. If only it were easier.

((Sorry for the short post. Will add Seraphin soon, dinner time!
EDITTED ))

The woman blinked her eyes as the Time Lady went, pretty fast all in all.
''There isn't much to do left, but I guess he too, can help.'' Myrr smiled, ''Is there something you'd like to do specially?'' The yellow eyed elvin asked the girl, before 'looking' up as the time lady walked up to her, standing up so she could grab the latest stuff for setting the table, although Darcy practically did pretty much everything...

''Don't be, if there's someone to blame it should be me right? My name would be Myrrlyndiëlle, though you may name me with something you see fit as to make it shorter. Could I know your name as well?'' Myrr asked, her hands at her back so the time lady would at least notice a bit that the elvin would not shake hands in any way of any excuse.

Peyton watched everyone around him doing their part. He did notice, however, that Darcy mostly took care of setting the table, not leaving much open for others to do. He frowned at the lack of teamwork, and turned to the large silver refrigerator, opening it and pulling out random drinks. He place milk, water, apple juice, and sprite on the counter that everyone seemed to be hovering around. He wasn't really sure what people would want, so he had just grabbed an arrangement of things. Next to the drinks, he placed a large bowl full of ice, and a plastic cup to use to spoon out the ice cubes.

As Darcy moved to introduce herself to Myrr, he watched, semi-paranoid as to how Darcy would react. He'd remember one time where it had come severely close to someone shaking Myrr's hand. Though, he noted that Myrr's hands were behind her back respectively, so as to avoid any skin contact. A smile tugged on his lips as he looked away, turning off the stoves.

Darcy nodded. "I am Darcy Noir. I do not believe that. I as a less important person should've kept my mouth shut. But that isn't possible for me. I am correct in thinking that you are an Elite, yes?" She asked, noticing vaguely that she kept her conversational partner kept her hands behind her back. "I don't shake hands anyway. I wear gloves to prevent contact." Darcy said softly, fiddling with the soft gloves. "I have my reasons, as you have your's, Miss Myrr." She said politely, to avoid having to speak about her powers. She didn't want to indulge in her own personal curse.

Darcy turned to Peyton with a smile that looked a little too cheery. "Do you have time, or are you busy? I can wait if you are." She said almost humbly, twiddling her thumbs. "I really don't want to interrupt." She stumbled over her words, and her urge to tell was extreme. But she swallowed it down and stood there, trying to catch on again with what was going to happen. She smiled weakly, and turned back to Myrr. "It is an honour to meet you." She added honestly.

Seraphin laughed, and nodded. "You are right. But, there is a first for everything and this food smells most delicious. It is brilliant to think that something smelling so intricate and exotic can be made so simply. Science. That's what cooking is, if I've done my lacking research right. Different components bonding, reacting differently to heat and coldness, rising, falling. Boiling, simmering, cooking, baking. Why, I have found yet another new thing to learn!" He laughed and grinned happily, staring around at the partly familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Peyton looked up from the stove dials, his eyebrow corked up curiously. Standing, he wiped his hands on his pants. It was more out of habit rather than actually having something on his hands. He was a little caught off guard from Darcy switching from Darcy to him so suddenly. Then again, isn't that how her brain works though? Darcy has so much going through her mind at one time, that even her brain has trouble keeping up. Because of that, that's why what she said seemed so random all the time. Or, at least, that was Peyton's theory on her actions. Perhaps he would divulge in it more later.

Clearing his throat, he nodded his head at Darcy, "I always have time open for my students," he noted her fidgeting, and his eyes saw the rapid race of her hearts. Stepping around the counter, her looked at her expectantly.

''Darcy, how a lovely name. I don't think of anyone as less important, and thus don't think of you to have made a mistake. To me it is of importance to treat every creature of equal importance, for they all have their own part in the cycle of life, that nature created.'' The elvin smiled, a calm and serene overall look on her face, happy to notice this child was very gifted in noticing subtle hints.
''I see, I didn't think they were for the reason of you not wanting physical contact. I think I overlooked it...'' she said, scratching her cheek wondering or it was the many impulses or just the fact she tried concentrating on one thing.
''It indeedly was an honour of meeting you, though I notice you can't wait to speak to Peyton, can you? Go ahead, I won't disturb you.'' The elvin said smiling, figuring Darcy wouldn't mind if she would continue preparing the food.

Maybe some pepper and salt for on the table? Some seasoning, maybe some cheese for the sauce?

Quetzalcoatl noticed Darcy almost seemed insistent on doing everything herself. If she wishes to do it that much I won't be the one to stop her. Instead, he stepped aside as his position was quickly becoming an epicenter for the activity.

Quetzalcoatl took note of Fiore standing away from the rest of the group. He could understand why she would not join them, given his and Embeth's presence. He also took note of the single frosted window above Fiore; no other windows were frosted, so it was unlikely designed that way.

After Darcy had finished speaking with Myrrlyndiëlle, or Myrr as she was more likely to be called with a full-name like that, Quetzalcoatl turned to her. "If you need help, just ask." He then turned to Embeth. "Why don't you choose where you're going sit tonight? Also, what would you like to drink?"

Embeth watched as Darcy effortlessly set about doing the tasks she had wanted to help with. She memorized where everything was for next time. As she looked at the set table, she picked a spot with a good view of Tesla's things in case he is concerned about someone going though his stuff. She knew that he was particular about his things after watching him at the stream earlier that day. She skipped to the spot, still holding his hand. She sat down and started to fold her napkin into a pyramid--the first napkin style that she learned how to fold. As she folded, she answered his second question, "Water is fine with me. What are you going to have?"

Embeth had chosen a good spot, one seat from the end of the table, with a good view of his bags. Quetzalcoatl let go of her hand, took her glass, and got her a glass of water. "That's a very nice pyramid" he said, indicating the napkin tomb now resting on her plate.

He sat at the end seat, hoping it wasn't where one of the two "Elites" were going to sit. Taking his napkin, he offered it to her. "Can you make anything else?"

As Peyton stood by Darcy, waiting to find out what she wanted to tell him, he glanced over her shoulder at Embeth. She sat with the newcomer, Ahriman, and he frowned. He sat with Embeth, and she was smiling over a folded Pyramid napkin that she had made. He handed her his own to use, and Peyton admired the boy's natural flow with children. It were as if the guy had had one of his own. Embeth looked so happy around Ahriman, and Peyton wondered if he could ever take care of her so well. Whether Embeth would be better off under Ahriman's care, rather than his own. He'd never taken care of a child so young, and had had no idea how to go about it. He probably bored her to death with his facts. It probably didn't interest kids all that much to learn things like he had tried to teach her. It looked like she just wanted to have fun, and he hadn't given that to her.

{{Will somebody pull Peyton away from Darcy, so that I don't have to wait for her to get back to post?}}

Fiore looked on as everyone continued to set tables and prepared to eat. It was nice. It reminded her of her home. It also left a bitter taste in her mouth. How could she fit in with so many conflicting personalities. She had only met a few people in the school and she had deemed all of them nuts. She didn't even have her own set of clothing. She was stealing from a closet of someone she didn't even know. She needed fresh clothes but according to the rules she wasn't allowed to leave the campus. This sucks! She needed to have a serious converstation with the Elitist known as Peyton. And just her luck. She saw him conversing with Darcy. Fiore wasn't one for interuptions but she couldn't really wait. She walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder. "Sorry for the interuption but may I talk to you for a second Mr. Peyton?"

Embeth took a sip of water before taking the offered napkin. The water in her tummy made the hunger worse, but she distracted herself by choosing a more advanced napkin style. She was careful with folding this one with clean lines and lining up the corners. As she folded she remembered the bag he still hadn't taken off. I wonder if this would be a good time to ask since there is no one close enough to hear us, She thought. She finally asked him, "What's in your bag? I s it very important?"

Eventually, the resulting shape resembled a bird of paradise inflorescence. She presented the napkin back to Tesla.

Quetzalcoatl watched as Embeth took the napkin and proceeded to transform this one as well. Such works of art. Simple, but beautiful. He could construct complex, arcane machines, but they would never be called beautiful in the same way her napkins were beautiful.

He accepted the structure from her when she was done and place it on the far side of his plate. "You're very talented. The only problem with it is now I'll have to get another napkin as it would be a shame to undo what you have done.

"My bag contains some very important machines, worth far more than the rest of my belongings" Quetzalcoatl said quietly, replying to her first question. "Would you like me to go get some more napkins?"

"Thank you," she said and nodded in reply to his second question. "They must be small machines if they all fit into your bag." She said, growing more comfortable with talking to him. He was easy to talk to even though he looked twice her age. She guessed he could speak much more intelligently and he was being accommodating by to her at her level. "Did you make them all by yourself?" She asked, referring to the machines in his bag. She took the napkin to her other side and started folding it into a diamond. Tesla retrieved the other napkins at the table while she worked on the diamond fold. She set to the task of folding napkins into various shapes. Some turned into more diamonds while others were folded into Bishop's hats and the last ones were folded into crowns.

[With Flux's permission, I moved his character to pick up the napkins at the table for Embeth to fold.]

Quetzalcoatl thought of how to best to explain the preprogrammed Synthesizers and Assemblers and what their use would be. Speaking quietly he replied "they're very small, but very important. I won't take them out here, but maybe I'll show them to you later.

"I made them a long time ago. They are easy for me see how to make and even easy for me to make, but the materials to make them are sometimes difficult to find so I always have extras already fabricated."

Normally Quetzalcoatl wouldn't divulge such information but he felt her questions were a result of a child's curiosity, nothing more. "I know you're curious about them, but I would rather the others not know about them. I think you can understand why."

He then got up and began distributing the napkins she had finished folding. He distributed evenly, a diamond followed by a Bishop's hat followed by crown; since he didn't know where anyone was sitting he could not control who got which style.

When he was finished with the distribution, he returned to his seat and asked Embeth "would you like this one for yourself?", indicating the second napkin she had folded as well as the most complex.

Embeth shook her head at his question. "No, please, use it. I can make another." She grasped his explanation of the machines in his bag. "I won't tell anyone," she said in reply to his earlier statement about keeping them a secret. Although, she never really had anything of value, she still understood the concept of keeping such things protected. She had once had a stuffed animal that she slept with every night until her mother took it away, saying that she was too old. The bunny had been ragged and had fuzz coming from the seams on it's tummy, but she loved it. She cried over a week for her lost silent friend. She had tried to sew a new friend after learning the basics of sewing. She used an old shirt with hearts on it, but after cutting the fabric, it frayed and wouldn't stay together. The end result looked like a pink ghost. She didn't have anything to stuff it with, so she could only lay it on her pillow. It just wasn't the same. She buried her failed attempt in the back of her closet and kept to sewing patches and buttons.

Darcy nodded gratefully. "Could we speak under four eyes? It is a matter of utmost importance." She said quietly, and walked away from the crowd, waiting for Peyton to follow. She lowered her voice. "I lied. All along. Gallifrey is gone. It has been ever since I left. I am the last of my kind. The great race is dead. I have the last Tardis coral, and I am alone. Please don't tell me that I've got you guys, but that is just an echo of what being a Time Lord is. A shared suffering, a shared knowledge, making us one. A web of minds, alive and so very strong. It is past, because the last and great Time War. Peyton, I'm alone. And I lied because I could pretend that I could go after this. I could think that I was not alone." She stopped aruptly when Fiore was there, and looked as if she had just been betrayed. "It matters not. I will just go, Fiore seems to need you." She said, a would-be smile on her face, voice trembling. But she couldn't keep it up. Her face portrayed sadness and she looked like she was ready to run far away. She drew a deep breath and turned away from them all, pressing her hands angrily against her face. She hated herself for what she had done, for what had happened in her past. She had been prepared to tell him everything. But yet again she was stopped and held up. She turned away from the cafeteria and out. She went to her dorm, not wanting to have to explain herself. She clutched her head in her hands and just wanted everything to go away. Everything. It should all become dust like her own beloved planet!

Darcy hated herself for thinking that, but the screaming and shouting in her head was too loud. She didn't want to care anymore. She didn't want to feel all this. There was not a moment she didn't have to hear people screaming and begging for help. If only she could have her parents back. She just wanted to have her parents. That was all she wanted. Someone who could explain this to her, make it get better. But she was alone. She screamed into her pillow, and just lay there, wishing she were dead.

Peyton had been listening intently, his heart thudding against his chest at the information she was giving him. Perhaps, with this new information, he could edge her along to her fate. He could graduate her sooner, if only she could figure out the message in what she was saying. It was so clear to Peyton what her fate was, because that was his job here, but he couldn't tell her. She needed to figure it out. And it pained him to stand there listening to her, her voice dripping with tears to be lost in time and space, but he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't change it. He couldn't tell her how to change it. He couldn't change her fate.

When the blue haired Fiore arrived, Peyton cleared his throat awkwardly, embarrassed at being caught with his guard down. Darcy ran off as the woman arrived, and his brows furrowed in confusion. Had Darcy and Fiore gotten in an argument earlier? Were they not friends? Or did Peyton do something wrong? Perhaps he should pursue after Darcy, but right now another student needed him as well. He needs to share himself equally among them.

"Yes, Fiore?"

{{I am sooooooooooo sorry for asking to be pulled out then disappearing. :( }}

Darcy lay absolutely still and silent for several minutes. One hand reached into her pocket and retrieved the Sonic Pen. She had sworn never to take up a weapon after what she had done. She had slaughtered millions, and in her life she had committed more evils than her friends ever would. A sneering voice made itself heard at the back of her head. The great Darcy, with her friends. But can you really call that the people you acquire? Friends are people you keep in contact with, but you discard them when they grow up. The corrupt prefers the company of the young, innocent. Look at you! Running on and on, not daring to look back, out of shame. You don't wield weapons... you craft your friends into weapons, make them into people who are willing to die for you. This is my true victory. I have shown you... yourself.

Darcy let the tears slide down her face. It was all she had. The things she had on her, and her emotions. But the voice continued, gleefully. And yet, you still treasure something else, don't you? You treasure the bonds with your friends. Perhaps I should sever them and see you flail about on your own. That would be most interesting. Shame you can't stop me. You don't know who I am. "Yes I do." Impossible, the voice said softly. "Of course I do." Of course you don't, you're thick! "Ah! That's where you're wrong. Because there is only one person in the galaxy who hate me as much as you do." She told the voice firmly. She stayed lying, her fragile frame hidden by the blankets. She had her face still buried in a pillow, and hugged it closer to her. She wished she knew. Many would see the Time Lady as eccentric, but from her point of view, this was normal behaviour. She was acting the way she was, it simply didn't fit with other people's behaviour. She wished she knew what she had to do. She wished she knew how to forget, but she didn't. She was unknowing. She was so lost. So young, so powerful, so alone. No-one in the whole universe could explain it to her. Gallifrey was Time Locked, and everything was too much for this young girl.

Fiore ran her hand along one of her tattoos on her arm absentmindedly. She looked up at Peyton. "It isn't a matter of life or death or anything it's just that I am running low on supplies." She fiddled with the hem on her skirt. "I was just wondering if I could leave for a bit so I could get clothes and stuff. I need my own wardrobe instead of stealing clothes from the previous owner of the room." She spoke in a soft voice. She didn't want him to think so was ordering him around. "I could even order my stuff online if you don't trust me to come back on my own?" Fiore was beginning to wonder shere she would get her money. Then she remembered her parents' will. She still hadn't accessed it yet. In fact the young woman had no idea how much money they had left her. After they diedshe just left the house. There bodies were probly still rotting away in the small stone cottage.