Bedtime, Different Rooms, Same Concept

[CloakDagger]

Tandy makes it to her bedroom, and true to her word to Warren, prepares to sleep. She's more tired than she cared to admit before, and simply falls onto the bed, pulling the sheets and blankets up around her and slowly nodding off.

***

Tyrone, meanwhile, had lay down on his bed, hands folded behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. It had been a long, strange, hectic day, but he survived it. And maybe even got to a better place than he had ever been. He just can't help but feel slightly reprehensive about it. Unlike Tandy, he had never lived in a fancy house. He never had alot of money, or a place to belong.

He just hopes that this place is as good as they say it is, and that he'll find it a nice fit.

[Havok]

Sometime the next morning a knock sounded on Tandy's door. "Morning, sleepy head. Rise and shine!" Warren waited there, dressed in a black leather work out uniform.

[CloakDagger]

"Gnn! Wuh?!" Tandy shoots up like a bolt in her bed, groggy but mildly well-rested at best. "Uh... coming!"

With a mild stomping and a fumbling of the doorknob, the door opens, and Tandy stands behind it, her hair in disarray and her clothes, which she had slept in, wrinkled and disheveled.

"Ummnn... g'morning..." she mumbles as she stretches wide and over her head.

[Havok]

"You got five minutes to be up and ready, Sweetness." Warren smiled, "Dean Madrox has called for a training session for all students and staff, that means you and Tyrone too. After last night's little shower incident, I think we are all in desperate need. There's spare uniforms in the hall closet." He tucked his wing under her chin and said, "Don't worry, you are going to do fine."

He turned and went down the hall to Tyrone's, knocking on the door. "Your presence is requested downstairs, Tyrone."

[CloakDagger]

"A what?" Tandy mumbles, before watching him go down the hall. She cautiously steps out to said hall closet and opens it up, combing through the outfits before she found one in white. She heads back into her room to get dressed.

Tyrone, however, does not respond. Not directly. Instead, he materializes behind Warren, wearing his shadow-borne cloak. "How far downstairs?"

[Havok]

"All the way down, my friend." Warren said, "We didn't get to meet yesterday, I'm Warren Worthington." He extended his wings, "Codenamed Angel. I had a talk with your friend last night, and we got a few things settled. If you and she are to stick with us, we're going to work on making you feel safe, ok?"

[CloakDagger]

"It's not my safety I'm worried about, sir," he says, lifting his head up to look Warren in the eye. "She's been hurt and abused alot over the past few days."

"Okay, I'm ready," Tandy says as she finally approaches them in the hallway, fully dressed in a white X-Uniform with a large black "X" on each shoulder and on the belt. "Kind of a funny outfit, but I can manage."

[Havok]

"Not anymore." Warren promised Tyrone, "We're going to help you both take control of what you are and what you can do, and give you more than the power to protect yourself, but a family that will watch your back. We're going downstairs for a training session to help us become a team so that what happened last night won't ever happen again."

Tandy appeared and Warren smiled at her, delighted, "Well, look at that! I didn't know we had any white ones. You'll be the belle of the ball. Are we ready, kids?"

[CloakDagger]

"Well, you do, which is good, because I don't wear anything but white," she smirks lightly as she brushes her hair out of her face with her bare hand. She had foregone the gloves entirely.

"Alright, let's go then," Tyrone says. "We going the long way or my way? I walked around a bit last night so I think I know where to go."

[Havok]

"I think we should probably walk." Warren said, "Lead on. Let's see how much you memorized."

[CloakDagger]

"What's a' matter?" Tandy asks, folding her arms at her chest. "Afraid of teleporting?"

"We can walk," Tyrone answers in a short, curt tone. He doesn't want to risk teleporting someone who has never done it before, not right now, not again. He hadn't intended for Warren to go along with the warp, but he realizes that the way he worded it made it sound as if he did. "The elevator to the sub-basement isn't far from here."

He turns around and begins walking, his cloak flowing in the air behind him as if through a mild breeze. Tandy looks over at Warren with a brief shrug of her shoulders before catching up to Tyrone.

((Apparently, we've made it over there already))