[h3][color=Lavender]Andrea Pasternack[/color][/h3] [sub][@Scoundrel][/sub][hr] Her apparitions were always something like guardians. She's so far been able to do something such as having a conversation with them, but they were apparently a team. Asking certain questions seemed of her reach, at least for now, and such questions sometimes included interrogative questions. To some, there was no answer, only dead silence. They at least had the coordination cognition and complex decision making to choose whether or not they could speak or address questions. So even with all the time in world, she's been unable to find out if her apparitions actively scanned the brains and thoughts of all people, especially potential threats, in what she assumed was an effort to protect one of their own vulnerable kind - as how they perceived Andrea - or if they could passively receive their thoughts as though they were signal waves. Regardless, they've been infinitely useful. When Andrea had her back turned, several voices slithered into her mind, wispy and breathy. [color=powderblue]"RED MALE. ENCROACHING FLANK. AUDIO ANOMALY--"[/color] Andrea whipped around to meet face to face with a red-headed boy around her age, scruffy looking and as though he didn't take much care in his appearance, but eager, to some degree. She knew some asshole intellectual elitists back in high-school with a similar value, but ironically, they didn't seem to understand the idea and purpose behind keeping neat and proper appearances, or the importance behind it and proper hygiene. She hoped this one wasn't like one of them. [color=powderblue]"--AROUSED."[/color] The expression on her face fell flat. She [i]really[/i] hoped that this boy wasn't like one of them. She'd give him a chance, though. "I'd say, the fun they're having down there shouldn't be missed by the likes of you." The stranger said in greeting. Andrea was slightly taken back by the abrupt formality in a sea of excited children and young adults. He continued,"then again, we all have our personal definitions of enjoyment. Some happen to find it in the seats of solitude, like me as an example." [i]'Oh my. He's definitely laying it on thick.'[/i] In a way though, it was somewhat refreshing from the usual banter. She expected to meet interesting and unusual people on this excursion, and she had to say, she wasn't quite yet disappointed in the first ten minutes. "Richard by the way," the boy introduced himself as with a curt nod. "Pardon my intrusion, hopefully I hadn't bothered your time with silence as I failed to notice that my businesses should be of my own." He retreated into the warmth of the cabin, where he would await in comfort for whatever response Andrea had to give. Red flags were raising in her head. Did he walk himself into her own quarters? "Nonsense, fine sir," Andrea said in a playfully teasing manner and similar tone, puffing up her chest, "for there art no other way to play in introduction with thine self!" She dropped the silly behavior and squeezed behind Richard and the doorway and positioned herself between him and the rest of the room where her belongings had resided. She sighed and crossed her arms, shifting her weight on one foot, hip to the side. "My only question is how [i]your own business[/i] 'pertains' to [i]my things.[/i]" She commented critically. She shot her blue eyes at him, and while definitely displeased, did not come across as intentionally mean. She still wanted to give him a chance, despite the creepy factor. The apparitions didn't label him a predator. He didn't seem to want her stuff. At least not at the time. To be honest, it was her own fault for leaving the door open in the first place. [hr][h3][color=rosybrown]Abraham Gene[/color][/h3] [sub][@Verminlord][/sub][hr] The moment Abe touched her hand, he felt a chill shoot up his arm. [i]Damn[/i], this girl was a walking fucking ice block. Why wouldn't she be indoors in weather like this if it gets to her so bad? He contemplated the idea of, at least for scoring extra points, of extending the favor of sharing his wool coat for the time being until they went indoors. But the risk involved? Maybe the likes of her couldn't measure the worth of possessions, but [i]his[/i] outer coat, unlike the kinds of others he saw on board (like the gray one the blonde girl wore on the tier below him), was carefully knitted virgin wool and cashmere. It was [i]fitted[/i], and [i]at least[/i] worth a fifteen hundred dollars. It was top tier stuff that'd help keep even the [i]pickiest[/i] nancy warm in this chill weather. Decisions, decisions... "Chloe. My name that is, nice to meet you." The girl introduced herself. "Sorry, I get a little spaced out when i'm too cold, a side affect you know?" Chloe gave a nervous smile. That much she didn't need to explain to Abe. Girl reminded him of an old friend that froze himself for fucking fun or something. "So, do you know anyone else around here? I have to admit you're the first of the others I've spoken to." "Can't say I do." Abraham admitted. Honestly, he wasn't even thinking about that at the moment. His mind was still stuck on the moral quandary presented to him. Worst comes to worst, he could always hunt her down. The school couldn't be that big. Boston and Chicago were bigger. "Here." Abe said, finally resigning and taking his outer layer off. It still had the warmth of Abraham's body clinging to it. He hoped he wouldn't have to regret this. "You look cold, yeah? Go ahead, wear it for now. Just... be careful with it." And who said chivalry was dead? Well, Abe did. Time and again. Not when it was convenient, though. Then he was [i]all[/i] about it! What's more, it might even attract the admiration of onlookers. There was no downside! Aside from risking the coat, of course.