JUNE 16th, THURSDAY, 2018, 8:02 AM ---- "Ugghh.." Jen's eyes fluttered open. A couple rays of sunshine seeped in through the window shutters. The alarm clock on her bedside table was giving off a continuous shrill whine. The young conduit glanced over at it. 8:02.. AM.. AM! She had work! Jen rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud [i]thump.[/i] She groaned, rubbing the back of her head. Jen had to stop doing that. She stood up, brushing off some dust from the wooden floor. She attempted to navigate the mess of her room in order to get to the closet. Jen kicked aside an old pizza box from a couple of nights ago. She pushed away a pile of dirty dishes, which she swore to clean at the coin wash later. [i]Gah..[/i] She thought, stepping over a mess of pillows. [i]I really need to clean this place up.[/i] In reality, Jen repeated that sentence every day though she never did it. After finally getting through the minefield of her bedroom. Jen threw open the closet door. There were two pairs of clothes in it. Her work uniform. And her regular outfit. Jen threw on the Starbucks Uniform. She really hated it, but she had to. Jen briefly brushed a hand through the hair under her Seattle Panthers baseball cap. Technically, the cap wasn't part of the uniform, but she had negotiated. Using her powers. Jen ran into the main room. It was also the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, and the game room. She hurried into the kitchen and reached into the cupboard, throwing a pan on the stove. Jen walked to the fridge, and held her breath. She slowly opened the fridge. She slowly reopened her eyes. A ham. An old carton of milk. Some chocolate bars. A pizza box. And a carton of eggs! There was breakfast. She grabbed it and took the last 2 eggs, throwing the carton in the overflowing trash can. She cracked them both open on the stove and started the pan. Jen tossed the two yolks around, before raising her hand over the stove. A dusty blast of sand flew into the pan, and she mixed it about in her eggs. Sandy eggs. Delicious. Not quite what some people would call all that great, but it was her form of salt. As she flipped the pan around, one side of her hand accidentally touched the searing hot pan, and she dropped it back on the stove, wincing. "Oh, come on!" She swore, gingerly brushing it. "Seriously? This is the third time this week! I swear.. why couldn't I have gotten some ember powers? Like Tom? At least he could cook something without searing his hand off!" Jen sighed, and ended it there. [i]You win this time, pan.[/i] She thought, sliding some rubbery, sandy eggs on a plastic plate. Jen simply grabbed a plastic fork and impaled them, eating both of them in several bites. [i]A good, delicious breakfast,[/i] She thought, rubbing some sand off her mouth. Jen sighed, yawning. She stretched, and walked over to the window. She flung it open, and the smells of New York City filled the old apartment. A stream of sunlight poured in, illuminating the kitchen. "Time to go to work." Jen grinned. This was one of her favorite parts of the day. Jen slowly raised one leg over the window, taking a deep breath. It was also one of her most dangerous. She slowly raised another leg, until she was sitting on her windowsill, looking down at the countless cars and people scuttling about. Jen took a deep breath, and leaped off of the windowsill. Jen began to use her feet to, in a way, run down the glass windows, using her downward momentum to go faster. She could hear some people screaming down below. The crowd backed away from the area where she would probably go [i]splat.[/i] However, halfway through the fall, she began to change form. Jen began to transform into a long, dusty stream of sand. Right before she fell, Jen completely transformed. The stream of sand disappeared, flying and swirling off down the road. Several people down below sighed in relief or continued on with their business. Jen's sand form flew straight down the road, ducking and swirling around traffic lights or flying through cars down on the road. The swirling vortex of sand was ignored by most. Beside Jen, some other conduits were on their daily commute. One was floating, his entire bottom half a funnel cloud. The other was dashing through the cars, leaving behind a trail of rubber. Jen ignored them and continued ahead to her job. Just your average day in NYC. Conduits and People heading to their jobs. Flying, Running, Driving.