[h1][color=red]Amelia[/color][/h1]

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The next week or so had passed by far less eventfully then that first day. And god damn, Amelia couldn't decide if that was better or worse. The worst part had easily been the questioning. At least her cover held up, and they were really more interested in the fact that apparently Godzilla had been Archie. Good to know there was a man on the station who could tear shit up if he got pissed off. Amelia made a note not to vandalize his room. With him and Lynn stuck in the hospital over the last few days, Amelia thought it best to give them two of them some space for now.

In the meantime, Amelia had been keeping an eye on a few things. Mainly Freaky D. The sign of his tags scattered across the promise had almost come across to her as a fresh breath of hope for her. If only she could get her hands on some supplies. Spray paint, cardboard, and some box cutters. What she wouldn't give to wage a tagging war with Freaky D himself. She was sure she could give him a run for his money too. Unfortunately, at least for the first week Amelia found acquiring the necessary tools were too difficult to be worth it. She'd just have to get on that later.

On the other hand, Amelia had also been keeping watch for any signs that she was being followed by the woman involved in that rather incriminating bondage session in the AP Bio room. She'd deliberately been trying to keep a furtive presence around staff because of that, keeping her head down and trying not to draw attention to herself. Still, from what she'd been overhearing it looked like the staff was either keeping hidden what had happened, or didn't know. Either way, she was not [i]entirely[/i] convinced that she wasn't marked for seeing too much.

Amelia had been ambling through what amounted to a town, and once more was confused by the way this place was designed. Notably, why the hell did it get colder in the evening? It was an environmentally controlled habitat, they didn't need to mess with the temperature. Still, eventually she came across Natalie by the river. Amelia had been trying to get to know Natalie a little better, seeing her as something of a paradox to her own worldview. Well that, and she had no problem with piggybacking off her reputation to be left alone. Glancing around to make sure no attention was on her, she teleported over, appearing suddenly sitting on the edge of the bench on the opposite side of Natalie. "Sup. What'cha reading?"