[center][h2][b][i][color=00ffff]Victoria[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center][hr][center][color=00ffff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kingston-Gray estate
[color=00ffff][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A
[color=00ffff][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] Sensor suite[/center][hr]
The activity in the kitchen mostly went in one sensor and out the memory dump, Victoria wanting to get on with this. That was, until her Armani vanished and was replaced by [url=https://youtu.be/bLzOSPHYBDA?t=28]Aunt Tessie's[/url] pajamas without her consent. This left the android [i]visibly[/i] cranky, her face twisting into a frown. [color=00ffff]"Just so we're clear, I'll want that [i]back[/i]. Sooner rather than later."[/color]

It didn't help that she still felt like the eleventh wheel in this group. The feeling of the walls bending over her and some force wanting to push her outside and away didn't vanish. If anything, it only gained momentum the longer she stayed. Looking around, it seemed like everyone else found a place to fit in here, while she jsut wanted to disappear into the background. Like she was intruding on someone's family moments uninvited, despite the contrary.

Her own 'family' was considerably smaller, their affairs relatively tame by comparison. And even half of those, Victoria considered a waste of time, socializing for socialization's sake. Now that she saw more of how their home worked though, it explained a lot about Dorian and Danni, from their lack of knowledge about the value of things to others. [i][color=00ffff]Sweet fortune, we really all are just the products of our parentage, aren't we?[/color][/i]

It was finally time to do what they came here to do, and Victoria fired up her sensors with anticipation. Granted, from what she could gather, this affair was related to mutant powers rather than magic, so her new barely tamed magic sight would not be of much use, but she wanted the data regardless - if only to see if she could detect something out of the afterlife as well. One never knew when an ability might come in useful. She was focusing on the readings so much she barely even protested when someone reached for her hands.

Or, she would have, had something apparently not gone not as expected. It looked like their selected medium was a dud. Either that, or... [color=00ffff]"Occam's razor. What if he's [i]not[/i] dead? That seems like the simplest explanation for why he couldn't be summoned, no? This happening right before the contest has Nimue written all over it."[/color] Not that she personally cared for Nemo all that much, having interacted only briefly with the man.

What she did care for, at least on some level for everyone present regardless of her opinion of them, was the wellbeing of her classmates. This close after the Arcade garbage, they didn't deserve to have any more games played on them. Being angry at that could wait though until she had more evidence to her suspicions. What could not wait was Sabine faceplanting onto the table. Victoria quickly rerouted her sensors to check the woman's vitals, the seance forgotten as she freed her hands and got up, jogging over to... be of whatever assistance needed. [i][color=00ffff]Right. Unconsciousness. Check responsiveness first.[/color][/i] She reached out to pinch a bit of skin, freezing just before she did. [i][color=00ffff]Right. Psion. Be careful with touch.[/color][/i] She thought, before pinching Sabine's arm through the fabric of her PJs. [color=00ffff]"Mr. Bassard? Can you hear me?"[/color]

As soon as she said it though, she was pulled somewhere else. Out in the world, her body seemed to lock up where she stood. And wherever she went, she found Sabine looking over Casper, who seemed a bit under the weather. [Color=00ffff]"Well, this is not what I had in mind when I went to check your vitals."[/color] she called out, announcing her presence, [color=00ffff]"Are you allright, ms. Bassard? You spaced out and seemed to have fallen unconscious... Out there."[/color]