[Action for Room 001]

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[Tris tends to wake up when the plot-changes have an impact on her power one way or another. This is no different- even if it just means her powers going back to normal. There is +1 weather-witch staggering around in the dark, severely grouchy because not only is nothing where she put it on the boat, it's not even where she'd put it in her own room. This includes Tris running into her trunk and stubbing her toes, earning a hiss and a few muttered words that are most certainly uncomplimentary.

...Fortunately, Tris has a helper! The weather-witch is feeling her way back to her bed and sitting down, using her blackberry as a light source.] Chime?

[After a few minutes of looking, Chime finds the glasses and brings them back to Tris, but not without complaint. With her glasses on, Tris can make sense of something she half-glimpsed but was too focused on getting her glasses to act on.

...there is someone else in her room.]

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[reflecting_ghost]

[That someone else is just as surprised by this as you. Chrome's on her bed on the other side of the room - the bumping around and muttering DID wake her up, and she's opted for staying very still wrapped around Toka, blinking and curled up still half-under blankets against the wall; there's a tiny, sleepy confused trill from the baby raptor.]

[A room somewhere with a strange person is NOT where she'd expected to end up.]

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[Tris is moving over to her trunk and opening it; she has a rock in her hand that's glowing, a much better light-source for moving over to the light switch than her blackberry.

...Well. This is... special.]

With each passing day, my hatred for the Author only seems to grow. [It is very clear that someone moved Tris and all of her things into another room, and a quick check outside confirms that this is not actually Tris's original room, but another location.]

[Chime is peering at Chrome from Tris's shoulder, tilting her head this way and that.]

[reflecting_ghost]

[...Chrome has. No clue. She knows about the Author, but why she'd be here...the last thing she remembered was going to sleep on the boat.]

I-i'm s-sorry...

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There's no need to apologize for something that is far beyond your control. [Tris is stalking back over to her bed and sitting down on it, folding her arms.] After all, it is hardly your fault the Author saw fit to make us roommates.

[Tris is reaching up to absently pet at Chime, but the glass dragon is having none of it. She wants to go investigate Chrome, so that's exactly what she's going to do.] That winged menace is Chime. [Chime is at least smart enough to know when she's being insulted, and makes a scratchy noise at Tris.] Fair word of warning- I am a mage, and a particularly potent one. For your safety and sanity, do not try to touch that trunk there. [Tris is pointing.] It... well, it's spelled to be unpleasant to people that aren't me.

[reflecting_ghost]

[And Chime now has a curious raptor-hatchling sniffing up at her; Toka finds this very confusing - Chime doesn't smell like food, or another animal, but is DEFINITELY moving and acting like another critter; there's a tiny confused chirp and looking to Chrome. Chrome, for her part, is holding very still watching Chime, glancing in between the little dragon and Tris.] Ah - h-hello there?

[She nods at the instructions about the trunk.] I w-won't touch anything...

[movingforces]

[Chime is looking at Toka and tilting her head.] Chime is... living glass. She eats the components of glassmaking, including coloring agents, and trying to eat 'regular' food rarely agrees with her. ...and she will try to eat things, regardless of if they're good for her.

[Chime is letting out a small, reverberating purr and attempting to nudge Chrome.]