yeah the girls they all looked at her

[huntergames]

WHO: SASHA and VARIOUS
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: 4/6 ― 4/18
WHAT: The inevitable frustration that comes with brand new, uncontrolled powers. Also teleportation shenanigans. If you want a prompt, please let me know here! I'll be adding more as soon as I can, so if yours isn't up yet I'll be getting to it.
WARNINGS: Dead bodies and probably cannibalism talk in Kaneki's thread. Creepy undertones in Crane's.

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➊ OUTSIDE A BICYCLE SHOP, HEROPA | 4/6 ( for flame princess )

[ Sasha could go inside the shop and get a closer and more thorough look at the bicycles displayed in the window ― not to mention a store like this is bound to have air conditioning, but before she can inch toward the door something red and vibrant catches her attention in the store's window.

Cocking her head to the side, she realizes she was right and that is Flame Princess on the opposite end of the sidewalk. It doesn't appear the other girl has noticed Sasha, so she lifts an arm to grab her attention, following after her. Moving toward the edge of the sidewalk, she double-checks the street to ensure no cars are approaching and she cuts across to join FP on the other side, greeting her with a wide and friendly smile. ]

FP!

➋ STREETS OF HEROPA | 4/8 ( for laurie collins )

[ Waving the popsicle indignantly, the bits of melted ice are flung lightly from side to side, narrowly avoiding splashing either Laurie or Sasha, the one with a sour expression and shaking her popsicle around without proper thought. ]

It's the worst, Laurie! I've lost my lunch twice since it happened and my money! I had to buy a new bag and new shoes. For some reason, when it happens it doesn't take everything.

[ She pushes the remaining half of her popsicle in its plastic wrapper upwards, taking a large bite out of it as if it'll provide her some consolation. Alright, so it brings her some console, but it isn't enough to keep her from sighing aloud after swallowing her piece and letting her head hang tiredly. It's only been a couple of days and yet she's ready to throw in the towel with this particular power. When she had first been given her new file, the news was met with quite some confusion (not to mention she had somehow missed a whole day and all she did was blink to find herself in Cape Canaveral), though she was able to determine a power like teleportation could be more than useful.

All it's been is a headache on top of another that she's been getting from the other new power. ]

I wonder if we can ask the Porter to take it back...

➌ KEN'S APARTMENT | 4/9 ( for ken kaneki )

[ She doesn't come to De Chima often, if at all, but the work has taken her there today as the company has been able to expand their shelters into the city. She's bored and restless, but she has to walk through the new shelter with her co-workers and get to know the place with all the talk about transferring some. They've even asked her if she would like to work out of De Chima, but she isn't sold on the idea yet, preferring to stay close to the other imPorts if she can. She'll think on her answer, she tells them, and they don't press.

The best part is getting to spend some time with the dog kennels, however, her visit is cut short when that new, but quickly familiarizing sensation in her body overtakes her. Sasha scrambles to grab her bag, not wanting to lose her belongings like she had the previous day and then it's like she's sucked straight through the floor. Her arms and legs flail, trying to find solid ground and she keeps her eyes squeezed shut the entire time.

Only when she hits a cool, hard floor she knows she's finally arrived wherever her powers have wanted to take her. The bag is still in her arms, her clutch on it tight. Relieved to know she hasn't lost displaced her wallet again, she opens her eyes to finally take a good look at her surroundings, which appears to be someone's kitchen.

Could be a worse place to end up. ]

Where... ah.

[ She catches the light of the fridge and a shadow in front of it, following the trail to spot a young, light-haired boy trying to put something inside his fridge. Something that looks suspiciously like a... body? ]

A-Ah...

➍ DR. CRANE'S APARTMENT | 4/11 ( closed to jonathan crane )

[ By the time the weekend rolls around, a wave of relief washes over Sasha and she puts aside her aggravations with her new found powers to focus on the shopping trip she's planned for herself in Nonah. Well, she pushes as much of it as she can to the back of her mind while she travels via Porter, eventually finding herself among the local busybodies. She figures if she doesn't dwell too hard on these powers, perhaps they won't be activated and she can spend most of the day getting herself the appropriate clothes for Florida's spring weather.

And so far, the day's turning out alright. She might have had to don gloves to avoid the other powers from acting up and fight off the headache it gives her, but she's been having a lovely enough day. She only wishes she had invited someone to join her, though she hadn't planned to stay in Nonah long. She just likes the shops better than Heropa.

It's as she's coming out of the mall, trying to avoid the surge of people coming from the opposite end, she feels an odd, tingling sensation starting in her toes and reaching her nose. Nausea and dizziness hit her next, then the panic sets in when she realizes what's about to happen. Before she can do anything, or even blink, she's thrust forward and the weight of the plastic bags in her hands are gone. The ambient noises around her cut off, there's only silence and then ―

Sasha slams hard and loud into something solid face first. She yelps aloud, cracking an eye open to see something that looks like a book shelf in front of her that wobbles, forcing quite a few of the books to topple straight down and hit her either in the face or head. That gets a scream out of her. ]

Ow, ow, owww!

➎ OUTSIDE MALT SHOP, HEROPA | 4/12 ( closed to kay faraday )

[ Today Sasha has yet to spontaneously teleport anywhere she doesn't mean to go, much to her relief. She's been able to carry on with her early Sunday afternoon doing things without the constant fear of intruding in on someone's private property again hanging over her head. It's hard to believe she's getting the hang of it already, so she's probably just fortunate today that she can enter the malt shop and order for herself a chocolate ice cream soda she can enjoy without teleporting away before she can finish her delicious drink.

At the time she spots Kay, she's sitting outside in the shade sipping rather loudly from her straw, a couple of papers in her hand. It appears she's printed them out from a website and she's highlighting parts of it with a bright yellow marker, surprisingly focused until she looks up to see her friend. She beams at Kay, though she isn't able to wave with both hands full. ]

Oh, hi Kay!

➏ STREETS OF HEROPA | 4/13 ( closed to kanaya maryam )

[ Luck's not on her side today.

While getting dressed for school, Sasha sometimes found herself on one end of the house instead of in front of her bathroom mirror. She even ended up teleporting into the living room while she was only half-dressed, but lucky for her none of her male housemates were around to witness her ushering herself back into her bedroom.

Eventually, it stops. She goes about her day without finding herself somewhere she isn't supposed to be. She gets through her day at school quietly, though she remains distracted for the most part. Maybe she should talk to this Kurt Wagner sooner than later, or beg the Porter to take back the power if it appears this isn't going to work out.

It's much later in the afternoon as she's heading home the now familiar sensation hits her. Without any idea how to stop it, all she can do is brace herself as the ground beneath her feet disappears without warning and the wind kicks up beneath her skirt, her body suddenly plummeting to the ground that's far below her at a fast pace. Sasha panics, one hand holding her skirt down and the other flailing for something to grab onto and break her fall ― only there's nothing.

There is, though, an unusually tall girl right below Sasha. If she doesn't move out of the way she might collide straight into her. ]

Incomiiiiiiiing!

Comments

[enucleation]

[ To be fair, Kaneki never killed a human for consumption. All the bodies he gets are either provided by the government inside De Chima laboratories, or he takes them from mortuary houses and hospital morgues without being seen. The later used to happen rarely, but of late became common since Ken doesn't wish to depend on the government much longer.

Last night, that's exactly what he did. Homeless Jane Doe, 57 years old, brain tumor. Kaneki hates to grab the full body (usually prefers it in pieces), but there is little time when you are stealing it from the morgue, and thus he will have to do that at home. At home, the struggle is to cut it up to pieces so they will fit inside the fridge, but Kaneki wasn't all that willing to do and thus left it inside the body bag for the next day.

Which was a mistake.

because when he is pulling the bag out, some girl is suddenly standing there, and his reaction is trying to shove it back in with little success, hoping she won't notice.

But of course she does. And Kaneki is staring back at Sasha, hands on probably the... leg? of the Jane Doe, while he is still trying to push the body inside the bag inside. From the surprise, Kaneki's left eye reacts, but other than that, he doesn't actually move.

... what is he supposed to say? ]

Ah-

[ other than that, Ken. ]

[huntergames]

[ For the briefest of seconds, Sasha is inclined to believe the nausea and dizziness that accompanies her new power of teleportation is what's conjured this ridiculous and yet morbid scenario. She must be so sick that her mind is playing tricks on her. That has to be it! There's no way she's sitting in the middle of someone's kitchen and that someone happens to be stashing parts of a dead body into their fridge. Who does that?

But as the nausea fades and the room before her stops spinning to settle properly into place, the horrible realization that that is a piece of someone this boy has on him for some reason is a real one.

The colour drains from her face. She forces a smile, the corner of her face twitching nervously as she raises a shaky hand, trying to play it cool. ]

H-Hello... I am... so very sorry! F-For intruding!

[enucleation]

[ cannibals do that, Sasha.

And Kaneki is far too familiar with that sort of expression; horrified, scared, nervous. He still looks at her for a moment, the dark eye being pretty obvious due to Ken's pale face and white hair, and he finally snaps out of it.

His surprised expression is replaced with a serious one, and using his super strength, he finally pushes the body bag inside the fridge. There is a loud crack, which means something inside broke (probably a shelf... maybe a bone.......?) and Kaneki finally closes the door.

He watches Sasha for a moment longer, before he finally speaks ]

How did you get in? [ he doesn't move from his place, though. The girl looks terrified and he doesn't want to make it worse, and though he is not happy with the current situation, he has no plans on scaring her even more. ]

[huntergames]

[ She cringes hearing the crack, imagining it to be the bone and gulps loudly. Her forced smile remains, but it chips away little by little the longer she has to stare at Kaneki. The eye alone is unnerving to face and a few seconds later she tears her gaze away, looking around the kitchen as if searching for something of hers. Using her arms, she drags herself back and tries to put as much distance as she can between herself and Kaneki.

Her heart races, the blood rushing to her face. ]

I-I... [ She forgets how to respond for a moment before it all begins to come back to her. ] Accident.

Accident! [ She repeats, louder this time. ] I wasn't trying to come here. I w-wasn't trying to do a-anything!!

4

[restingstitchface]

[Unlike his office, Crane's apartment seems to have an elegant, personal touch. Vintage and timeless, the room Sasha finds herself in is sheltered and quiet; but there's a worrying chill in the air, just the way he likes it.

Crane had purposefully chosen everything within his new home to have as classy a feel as possible. The dull gold, dark red and navy blue add to the timeless feel - and old vintage pieces, the black table, couches, lamp and radio, fill every inch of space where Sasha can move. But there's no family photos. No graduation certificates. Not that Crane had brought them here. Still, there's nothing personal anywhere in the room. Except it's filled with books. Books on shelves, on the corner of the table, on the sofa.

It would be a beautiful room, if it didn't look like a place where a murder might happen. The entire apartment reeks of elegance and eternity, but something just feels... otherworldly. It's like something out a vintage horror novel. Or perhaps it's haunted by the queasy feel of a ghost in the room, or someone lurking behind the door.

Like Crane.

His hand twists the handle without clicking the latch. For him, his apartment's another residence entirely. His childhood home. Existing in a place like this, surrounded by beautiful things, is a deliberate twist of his experience for his own ends. A massive show to absent figures - and one ghost in particular - that he's conquered his fears - and a warning that, by hell, they'd better be looking at him now.

So when there's an intruder in his space, he knows. He wants it to be the Batman. But a young, female voice breaks his spell of fear and fascination and leaves him cold with disappointment and frustration. He slams open the door. He quickly assesses the damage - books scattered on the floor, over his furniture - and doesn't care for Sasha's health at all.]

Why don't you tell me what you're doing here. If you even know where to start.

[His voice is icy. A thin layer of it masks his calm, controlled tone.]

[huntergames]

[ Her arms are still raised to shield herself from the last book that comes tumbling off the shelf. Of course it had to be one of the heavier, hardcover books, so it smacks her head with an audible thump. Sasha groans, then upon registering a familiar voice she practically squeaks like a mouse caught unaware in a trap. Her eyes snap open and she looks around to pinpoint Crane, but a part of wishes she hadn't made eye contact the second she spots him towering above her.

Her nose is a bright red and sore from smacking it against the edge of the bookshelf, eyes watery and her hair an utter mess from being thrust through wherever the hell she disappears to before she finds herself in a new location.

In a frantic gesture she glances from side to side to examine her current environment. She discerns she's found herself in an apartment, then glancing nervously back at Crane, realizes she might have stumbled into his apartment. That would definitely explain the tension she's feeling in the air between them. ]

Dr. Crane... uh! [ She waves both hands anxiously. ] This isn't w-what it seems! I didn't know this was your home!

[ Her mouth hangs open for a moment. That's not what she meant. ]

I-I mean this is all a very big misunderstanding!

[restingstitchface]

[Crane's tongue clicks the roof of his mouth. He's not looking at Sasha for the moment. He's surveying the clutter and the damage and the disruption caused to his home's ambiance. His jaw clenches. His smile becomes tight-lipped. He points a foot in her direction. Finally, he clasps his wrist in his opposite hand behind his back.

His poor books.]

Clearly.

[His gaze slowly turns on her.]

Perhaps I'll ask again. Why are you here?

[Don't make him ask again. Really.]

[huntergames]

[ The scrutiny gets another flinch from her and her fingers fidget non-stop. A lot of "ums" and "uhs" roll off her tongue as she tries to find the proper words to explain how she ended up in Crane's apartment. In a hasty movement she scrambles to get on both feet so she isn't sitting and looking like an utter fool on the floor, but her face flushes anyway and her forehead grows warm and sticky with sweat. ]

I-I don't know... it was an accident. I can't control these new powers...

[ She takes a step back from him, her heel nearly slipping against one of the books that's fallen to the floor. Crane's probably upset about the mess as well, so she's quick to step off the book and bend over to pick it up and dust it off. ]

I'm truly sorry for the intrusion!

[fridgeflower]

[ Laurie has a bad habit of not fully considering the very real possibility of people leaving this place. Or, rather, she knows it can happen, but she doesn't much think about it happening and how she'd be left to feel about each individuals absence. The other day, Sasha's being completely absent so suddenly, had been both terrible and enlightening. Sasha's been a pretty constant part of this world, the the idea of losing her had hurt more than anything similar since David's departure.

But she came back! So... No worries, right? Except for the whole surprise teleportation thing. Maybe because of that feeling of loss, Laurie's been trying to keep herself around the other girl, but it hasn't been going spectacularly. Powers are weird sometimes, but at least nobody's been hurt. (Yet?)

She bites off a chunk of her own popsicle, eyebrows high as she flinches to miss getting splashed by Sasha's gesticulating. Somehow, she doubts the 'Porter is a good listener. ] Maybe. I don't know if anybody's tried it.

Do you know if all of the times to teleported have anything in common? Maybe there's something that triggers it.

[huntergames]

[ She hasn't given much thought to the friends she had temporarily left behind while she had been ported out. Missing a whole day doesn't have the same impact as missing a week or a month like some people, or those who are sent back permanently. If she had known at all what was going through Laurie's mind she would have said something to assure her that she isn't going anywhere without warning again.

It's not a promise she can keep, she knows, but it's something worth saying.

But those thoughts are far from her mind when Laurie brings up the possibility of something triggering her new powers. She learned to control her previous ability of limited flight, giving herself just enough of a boost whenever necessary or more. It had taken some time, but she had gotten the hang of it.

It's starting from scratch that irritates her. ]

I don't know... one time I was just leaving my room and another time I was sitting at the food court.

[fridgeflower]

Nothing else? It might be something really dumb and tiny. [ Perfectly possible, after all! Of course, it's also perfectly possible that there isn't a trigger and her powers are just going haywire without there being any effort to control them. That happens, too.

That's sort of how her powers are, actually. ] It might be like my powers, too, where you always have to kinda remember that they're there. I mean, it becomes subconscious after a while, but... Maybe your mind wanders somewhere else, and your body follows, and maybe you have to concentrate on being where you are, specifically.

[ She's not even sure that makes sense, but, hey, she's trying. ]

[huntergames]

[ She's careful to skip over a half-cracked open part of the sidewalk, the yellow tape with bold, black letters spelling out "DANGER" strewn to the side by someone who must have walked straight through it. Some parts of the street are still in the midst of reparations and reconstruction, so sometimes she has watch where she puts her feet so she doesn't trip straight down. ]

That's probably it.

[ Sasha agrees with a quick nod, drinking up the melted popsicle in its plastic. It's a refreshing treat as they walk underneath the beaming sun. ]

It's hard to think when it happens. My stomach starts to hurt because I'm moving so fast.

... do you think there's anyone here who could teach me?

[wayhot]

[Flame Princess isn't wearing the foil she normally would have when going out before. So she's burning as brightly as ever, like her own beacon, really. She glances over when she hears Sasha call out to her, and offers her a smile of her own.]

Oh! Hey, Sasha! How have you been?

[huntergames]

[ She thinks she would have been more intimidated at first when approaching someone enveloped and made of fire, but Sasha gets close enough to FP with very little hesitation, truthfully a bit mesmerized by FP's form. She's never had a reason to fear fire besides the obvious and as she gives her friend a once-over, she wonders why she ever worried in the first place.

... well, FP was terrifying the first time they spoke. She hasn't forgotten that. ]

Uhh... [ The personal inquiry actually gets a pause from Sasha, her face twisting up. ] Fine, I promise! I got ported out for a day and that was... confusing, but it's okay now!

Where are you going?

sorry for the delay! been sick

[wayhot]

You did? [Huh.] Did you end up going back home? [It's a possibility, after all. Flame Princess was home for a year when it had only been a little over a week here. Maybe Sasha spent some time at home when only a day passed over here.]

Oh, I was just heading back home, actually. Do... you want to come over?

hope you are feeling better! i've been uber busy with a new job myself so no worries!

[huntergames]

[ There's brief hesitation across Sasha's face. The thought of home makes her chest ache, but there's a tight and uneasy feeling as well. ]

Um... no, actually. Weird, huh? I guess it doesn't work like that all the time.

[ She wonders if it's a blessing in disguise. ]

To your house? [ The offer surprises her. ] I'm not going to be intruding, am I?

4/whenever

[infomodder]

[Will is not unused to outbursts of strange noise in the house he shares with April. There is an assortment of animals, after all. They'll have their issues from time to time, but he generally is of the belief that it's better to let them resolve it on their own than immediately step in. Something getting knocked over? No big deal. When he hears the screeching or shrieking that alerts him to an animal being in actual pain, however minor, is the time Will Graham gets off his butt and does something about it.

So when he hears the first crash, the first break in relative silence, he legitimately doesn't even register it. Another day, another dog knocking something over that he'll clean up when he runs out of coffee or absolutely has to get up. It's completely off his radar.

But then—that's not April. It's certainly not Will, either, and as far as he knows, none of the animals that run around have the ability to make such human sounds. Is it burglary? Really, of all places, who would think to rob a house of two imPorts and their zoo?

Ugh. People.

Will goes through the enormous effort known as standing up, tossing his book on the bed. He does not, however, go through the immensely stressful effort of putting on an any additional layers of clothing. A boxer-and-undershirt-clad Will Graham in need of a shave is the frightening beast that finds Sasha in his house not much later, stopping in his tracks just long enough to register who it is and that he is not, in fact, hallucinating her. If he was, why would the dog be staring at the same spot as him, equally confused?

He's quiet for a second, gives her enough time to recognize where she is and that, because of where she is, nobody is going to spill the secret of...whatever this is...and she's welcome to stay as long as she needs to for...whatever reason brought her here in the first place. A hand goes to the back of his neck, runs over it, and he forgoes any greetings or questions of what is going on in favor of an eloquent:]

I'm gonna put on some pants, I'll be right back. [What is life, if not strange and beautiful.] Feel free to make yourself at home.

[You in the jungle, baby.]

wherever whenever

[huntergames]

[ She sits on the floor looking frazzled, like she hasn't actually registered what's happened or where she is even after seeing Will (in his shorts no less. How awkward) emerge, speak directly with her and wander off to dress himself properly. Really, Sasha hasn't reconciled what has happened to her yet, preoccupied with a headache and the sudden bout of nausea that struck her prior to ending up in the middle of Will's house.

It all comes back to her, though. In her hand she holds a brush meant for grooming dogs and she remembers she had and her co-worker had been working in the designated grooming area with a fairly large dog that sported awful mats. Then she felt dizzy and a little sick.

And now she's accidentally teleported into Will's house. It could be worse, she supposes. She could have ended up in a cannibal's house again.

Actually, the nausea in her stomach is quickly making its way up her throat. Never mind, it could be worse.

When Will returns, he'll find her having rushed over to the nearby kitchen sink, her head bent over it and retching loudly. ]

we're meant 2 be 2gether

[infomodder]

[When Will returns, his idea of pants is apparently pajama pants, plaid flannel and dark green. They're pulled up a little higher than they need to be, but it was either add another shirt, grab one of April's jackets, or pull his damn pants up. One was less time-consuming and could get him back to Sasha so he could figure out what the hell was going on, so he went for that.

Oh hell.

What does he do? Does he try to take a hold of her hair, pull it back so she doesn't upchuck whatever chucks she's upping all over it? Does he risk touching an ear while thinking of the last thing he puked up into a kitchen sink? How stressful.]

You want something for your stomach?

[He opts to bridge the gap just enough that he can get a view of whatever she's ejecting without being right in her space (or making it obvious what he's doing), arms crossed, face plastered with concern same way the sink might now be plastered with unhappy bodily fluids. As long as there's no blood or anything else alarming, whatever. The sink can be cleaned and rinsed, it's not the important thing here. It's not what ends up getting his full focus, that's all Sasha.]

[glowsferatu]

[ it's good sasha thought to call out, as it gives kanaya a chance to look up, even if she doesn't have time to respond as well as she'd like. leaning back far enough to ensure she won't be gored on her horns, that's the next best thing she could do. her efforts to catch her, those aren't nearly as successful.

she lets out a curse as she falls over on her back the shock and the impact flashing her glow by reflex. it takes a few seconds for her to catch her bearings, sprawled out there on the pavement under sasha. she blinks and lets out a groan, squinting up into the cloudless sky. ]

I don't think they mentioned girls on the weather report today. I might simply have missed it, but I feel that's the sort of thing they should really have mentioned.

[huntergames]

Ahhhhh!

[ While it's sort of fortunate (but unfortunate for Kanaya) that most of the impact is absorbed, it still hurts to hit solid ground rapidly and without proper cushioning. Sasha realizes only when she's sprawled on top of Kanaya that she should have tucked her legs and arms in. A little up skirt is hardly an issue when you might hit the pavement head first.

She groans, rolling off the older girl. ]

I'm... ow... [ Her hand clutches her chest, right above her heart that still pounds hard and quick. ] I am... sincerely sorry...!

[glowsferatu]

[ it's better fortune, to kanaya's mind. sasha couldn't have picked a better person to land on, if she were to land on anyone. once she's free of the girl on her chest, she sits up, cracking her spine and making sure everything's in place. at least she hadn't broken anything, but she'll have to contend with the soreness for a few minutes. ]

Just where were you falling from, anyway?

[yatagarasu]

[Kay herself is passing by, and before she could decide whether to get a drink at the malt shop or not, she sees Sasha outside, and hears Sasha call her. Kay hurries over to her, waving and grinning.]

Hi, Sasha! [She points to the papers.] What are those?

[huntergames]

Oh, these?

[ In spite of the weather, Sasha has donned gloves made of light fabric. It makes for turning the papers a tad difficult to manage, but she's able to flip it back onto the first page so she can hold it up for Kay to see. ]

It's information about hunting laws in this state. There's also information about licenses... I didn't know you needed one.

[yatagarasu]

[Kay peers at the papers, squinting at the text.]

Mmm, you do. There are wild animals here that're endangered...there's not a lot of them left.