Selene had taken her time to properly move into the penthouse.  Initially it had been because she hadn't had anything to move in.  It wasn't as though she'd had much space for any of her New Hampshire comforts when staying with the League, and well, Diana hadn't exactly given her time to pack.  As it was, the only proof that Selene's room was in fact her own was a small framed picture from a family camping trip four years before. But finally, nearly three weeks after being in her new home the packages containing the remains of her old life had arrived and things had settled enough for there to be time to sort through it.

There was a great deal more than she'd been expecting. Her adoptive family had sent [i]everything[/i] from middle school trophies to cards from her 10th birthday. Most of it didn't have a place decorating the walls of a would-be super-hero. But the overwhelming feelings of nostalgia had left Selene to spend the better part of the day sitting on the floor reliving old memories; reminders of her life and individuality before everything had gone sideways, and was grateful for it. It took a few hours to change out all the bedding, pin up the pictures of herself, family, and former school friends, and organize the piles of ridiculous fiction books.  The result was underwhelming; unsurprisingly after her past year of experiences it all seemed rather juvenile to hold onto.

Selene sighed and pulled the last item from the boxes; a carefully packaged lamp wrapped in layers of bubble wrap.  Whatever the room was, she decided it looked was better than the inhospitable grey that she'd been living in before. When she pulled the generic standard-issue lamp from the socket, her arm stung and twitched away as the panel itself fell from the wall to hang from a string of wires. For a brief moment she considered consulting Julian: While she didn't know the specifics about the building's history her experiences so far had proven that the workmanship was spotty at best if not completely absent in many areas of the penthouse. But her surface inspection deduced that a screw had simply come loose and it would be fine just to plug in the new lamp, after all the wiring itself had been working fine before, and what worry could little shock be to someone like herself?  The moment she plugged into the outlet, there was an audible pop, and everything went dark.

Selene remained kneeling on her floor as feeling gradually returned to the left side of her body before suddenly deciding it was a lovely evening to go out. She jumped from the floor and with a double upward gesture and flew outside her open balcony doorway. Within seconds she was hovering over the roof of Edge tower, taken aback by the sun setting over the horizon of endless sea.  There was a sudden pang of homesickness again, as memories of early morning trips along the East coast and a similar sunrise surfaced. She settled cross-legged on the rooftop, trying to admire the view while shielding her eyes from the glare until the sun completely disappeared and the spilling light from the upper level windows assured Selene the power had been fixed.

She returned through her room, where she very, very carefully pushed the socked back into the wall with a silent vow to never so much as look at it again before leaving to pass the gathering voices in the kitchen to the less-crowded lounge.  

[color=2E8B57]"Evening ladies,"[/color] she greeted Cece and Gabi as cheerfully and casually as possible.  [color=2E8B57]"Watching something?"[/color] Not waiting for an answer or invitation, she slid over the back of the couch to take a seat.