[color=Red][CENTER][h1][b]Amelia[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]

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Amelia had always been the type to be suspicious of the motives of authority. She might as well drink that shit for breakfast. But Amelia now believed she knew what it was like to be a goddamn conspiracy theorist.

After the nightmare that had been Homecoming, Amelia felt like she had been weirdly overlooked by the police. Apparently if you wanted to dodge encounters with Gennedy, be the person to deliver the injured guy to the ER. Amelia had seen fit the throw in one quick jab at Lynn before plotting her escape, however. "Don't look at me! I said shit or get off the pot. You had plenty of time to let go." Still, Amelia had answered the questions that needed answering, made sure her friends were ok, and then promptly made herself scarce before big bad Gennedy could show his ugly mug.

A few days later, Amelia had gotten the full explanation of what was going on for Keaton. Well....as close to a full explanation as she could get. And from everything she had heard from that, cowardice or not, Amelia was now convinced going incognito for a month or two had absolutely been a good call. Apparently the band had been caught right in the center of some of the worst of it, tangling with two seriously fucked up parahuman criminals. Worse still, apparently the murderer had been involved in that two. And now Amelia finally had a name.

Arianna.

Now, Amelia could handle the loose psycho, to a point. She could handle the fucked up people in the prison. But what really threw her for a loop was the fucking black and white incorporeal freaks that saw fit to entangle [i]ordinary students[/i] into the mix. Amelia didn't give a shit that said students could cause a raging inferno or turn into Godzilla or defy the concepts of distance and space. In the context of the situation, they were ordinary. And she didn't care if they had been [i]calculated to be involved in the conflux of events,[/i] or if they had stumbled onto a weird program, or if the fucking tooth fairy told them so. The fact that they had to be prepared to possibly get involved to her translated as being made to clean up the Promise's own mess, and admitting to its incompetence.

Amelia had not expected the first part of the Promise she would deface was her own room, but reality seemed to be going sideways. Amelia had converted one of her walls into a makeshift conspiracy board, tacking several papers and pages to her wall. It wasn't very impressive per say, but it helped her keep everything in perspective. It also had helped her fight the urge to run off and deface literally anything she could find, as she was starting to go stir crazy. As Amelia paced in her room again, she couldn't help but mutter "I swear to god, I am tagging something fucking EVENTUALLY."

Amelia jumped a bit as she felt her phone go off. Checking it, she was surprised to see a message from Cara. [i]”New arrivals scheduled to board at 1PM! Be at the Loading Bay or be square!"[/i]

Amelia shook her head. "Cara. Cara. Of all people, you should know by now I have no interest in joining the kumbaya club, especially now."

Cara couldn't help but banter right back in a sarcastic tone. [i]"True. But wouldn't you also want to help out....what was the phrase you called them? Fellow degenerates?"[/i]

Amelia paused, cocking her head and thinking it over. She twirled a can of spray paint in her hand, before setting it down on a table. "Shit, that's a compelling argument." Amelia looked at her watch. An hour and a half to go. Well fuck, perhaps the degenerates might be a little less panicked if they saw some mischief right out of the gate. "Hmmmm. If I rush it I got time." Amelia threw on her jacket, and suddenly vanished from her room.

Amelia suddenly appeared in the hallway outside the loading area. Over the last few months, she was starting to establish something of a.....teleporter's code of politeness. Less out of wanting to be polite, more out of not wanting to be slugged across the face. Don't teleport directly into a chair, don't teleport mid conversation, and teleport to the door of a room so you still open it were near the top of that list. Stepping into the loading area, she got a look across the room, before suddenly raising an eyebrow. Why, on the hellish fishbowl above god's green earth, was [i]Lynn[/i] one of the first people here? Amelia [i]had[/i] to know.

Amelia walked up to who she was strongly hoping was considering her a friend of sorts. "You know, you were the last person I expected showing up for the love bomb horse shit at all. And you are an hour and a half early. What's the occasion?"