[u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u] --- "What do you-" Theresa replied to Henry when he said something rather confusing. He can't hear in the dar- "Ooooooh..." It quickly dawned on the black haired teen and she slapped her forehead with a goofy smile on her face. [i]Heh, thanks for pointing out the obvious, Ms. Boring McBorington.[/i] Theresa had to smirk when Rosette spoke. Flashlights? Yeah who carried those around? Super prepared paranoid loons, that's who. For all the normal, non-loons, they had cellphones. "Oh, Rosie, flashlights are [i]sooooo[/i] last century." Thank God most cellphones have a flashlight app. She quickly dug into her pocket... Oh yeah, she couldn't grab what wasn't even there. She let out a sigh of frustration, and crossed her arms and pouted. God dammit. Her phone got trashed by the tidal wave. Something that is certainly awful on her tummy. She still needed to find somewhere to vomit all this food up. Shit, it'll take one hell of a toll on her metabolism, but there's no point in eating up when all she's going to do is upchuck it. Whatever. Theresa would have to rely on her perfect sight and sense of smell... Okay, okay, maybe looking for flashlights didn't sound like a bad idea. Problem was that Henry was most likely the only person in here who could even see in the dark... Actually where did that lizard-man go? He was here a second ago... Well, crap. Looks like she's going to feeling around in the dark until she found something. Heh, you know, this might end up like one of those cheesy murder mysteries. Lights flash back on and - surprise motherfucker - there's a dead guy with a knife in his bum. Heh, only in the movies. Fortunately Theresa doesn't have to worry about that, right? Enough of those thoughts, Henry shouted at someone and she quickly - no, she decided to take it slow and steady, she is in the cafeteria after all, might slip over someone's clam chowder! - followed his voice after grabbing her saxophone case and throwing it over her shoulder. Going off the sound of the door opening and closing, Theresa guessed that he was near the door. It looked like someone else was here, but okay, she wasn't sure, but maybe a little bit of confirmation is in order? Henry helped by suggesting that everyone plays a little silly game of marco-polo. What fun! "Suuuuure!" Theresa said enthusiastically, flashing a toothy smile. "Hold on, let me start us off...." Theresa took in a deep breath, before letting out the loudest and mightiest, "[i][b]MARCO![/b][/i]" she could. Once she was finished, she quietly giggled. Of course, that was probably not the best idea, since she suddenly she felt sick. Oh God, there wasn't no fighting it down this time! It was a pressure that was building up and she had to release it before it was too late! She covered her mouth with a palm as she stumbled around, her head was desperately scanning for a place to vomit - but she couldn't find any! Dear god, no, no, no. Just hold it.... Theresa bent over forward, and let all the food she ate come out in a chunky and multicolored waste that puddled on the floor at her feet (And even got on her shoe!). It was not the best feeling having a large amount of food come out of her mouth, she still felt it in her throat, and had that same sickly feeling in her gut. But this time she didn't have to. There she was, kneeling over a puddle of her own vomit, hands on knees. Obviously not Theresa's greatest moment. "... Oh god...." She wiped her face off, and shuddered. But, hey, at least it felt good having that [i]massive[/i] load taken off her shoulders. All she had to do was not be seen with a puddle of vomit when the lights come back on! She jumped (literally) straight up, and put her hands behind her back. She stepped her way to the side, and waited for something interesting to happen! --- [u][i]Deborah Lillian Termellio, & Shannon Jacqueline Balore.[/i][/u] --- "[i]Oh, sh[/i]-!" Deborah almost let the swear leave her lips, but she remembered she was in the presence of kids - and, come on, she had some modesty. Jesus, the lights went out. Probably some mighty big lightning hit the building and knocked out the whole damn grid - which is annoying. This posed a large problem for Deborah, her power needed her five senses, and she relied on her sight the most. Christ, now she has to hear around for everything. But wait! Technology says that her phone might be of assistance here... Deborah pulled out her Android phone, and quickly fished for that flashlight app she has (Because let's be honest here, who carries around a flashlight?). A smile etched across her lips as she put the brightness on high, and scanned her environment. Nicholas was here, Poppy was there.... She nearly jolted when Red touched her ([b]He plans on establishing a mental link between everyone[/b]). Ooooh, how does Mr. Winston plan on indulging Deborah's curiosity today? Red didn't disappoint... mostly. He planned on heading on another adventure, go find out new things... only that she had to leave Poppy behind. Tempting as Red's offer sounded, she didn't want to leave Poppy all by herself in the dark - [i]Especially[/i] after she made friends with the little girl. [i]Sorry, Winston. She's staying with me. It doesn't feel right leaving her all alone in the dark.[/i] Deborah replied mentally. [i]Hope you understand that.[/i] On the other hand, Shannon replied with apathy as the lights went out. Because why should she freak out when the lights go out? It's just a little darkness. Every kid probably has a phone or something - Please, spare her the over-dramatics. She rolled her eyes. "[i]Eek.[/i]" She dryly said, taking another bite of her cake. She tossed the fork back into the tray, and used her power to liberate her cellphone out of her pocket. Before she could play around on her phone, Red had the bloody [i]nerve[/i] to touch her without her permission. She was tempted to break it off and give it back to him. Shannon tensed her hands and upper body, and her eyes were hyper focused on the offending extremity. She whipped her hand at Red's, getting his filthy paws off her. The way it should be. Giving him a short and [i]sweet[/i], "Hands off." comment. "... Alrighty, then." Deborah's smile quickly turned awkward as she watched the scene and hoped that Red wouldn't reply [i]too[/i] negatively. It was in Shannon's nature to be so... aloof. And no one understood that more than Deborah. "How about we all head somewhere else? Anywhere else? Red has a bit of a point here, people do show their true colors in the dark...." Not that Deborah [i]wouldn't[/i] want to know herself.