Guest Room - Iris/Rayne (Closed)

Deathstar walked along side the tall stoic Iris, with her napsack on her shoulder and hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Um, wait here, just a second. I've got to....uh....warn Eb." Iris said as she walked into the room Stopping Deathstar dead in her tracks, "Okay!, just make sure she doesn't bite or I will have to give her the Nika treatment" she says sarcastically joking hoping Iris wouldn't take it too serious. As the door closed, a moment of thought took over Deathstar's mind, "Do I really belong here?, it seems to be a challenge everywhere I go, and...." thoughts cut off sharply as Iris returns and opens her door.

"Sorry, for the mess. I haven't had a chance to move in properly yet. And Eb is under the bed, so watch your feet."

Deathstar walks into the room, gazes around for a moment, and then burst out in uncontrollable laughter, "Your room looks just like mine" she says trying to control her laughter, she throws her sleeping bag on the floor and walks around the room admiring her decor. Wearing a rock band T-shirt and boy shorts, Deathstar got real comfortable for the occassion. "First thing first we gotta get one hellish scary movie to watch" she says while she looks at Iris DVD collection hoping to find something that will peak her interest.

"Well, if you want scary, we may have to raid the TV room."

"We can head downstairs, takeover the television and watch whatever......Um! how about Final Destination thats my fav" she responds as she returns Iris DVD's to her collection.

"So, I'm embarrassed to say this, but I haven't been to a slumber party for.... well, a long time. Aren't we supposed to have... I don't know... snack food or something?"

"I never had a party either, but how about we order out and play pranks on the other students" She says while a smirk crawls on her face getting ready for a whole night of fun.

"Ordering out sounds good. Pizza? Chinese? Anything else good? And, umm....what kind of pranks?"

"Uh!....mexican food, I gotta taste for some Nacho's" she says while rubbing her stomach. "But as far as pranks how about we scare one of the new girls, sort of like an initiation" Deathstar excitement seem to be bursting from inside her. "You aren't scared are ya?" she ask still smiling from the thought of torturing her housemates.

((ooc: We interrupt your regularly scheduled timeline to bring you a Cat on a Mission. Posted here with Iris' permission; continued from “First Missions and Explode-a-Kitty collars”.))

The first thing Calley thought as he slid between the boy’s legs into the room: Whoof; that’s ripe. Someone’s litter box hadn’t been changed today, that was for sure. And in a relatively small room like this... it was getting a little potent. The boy in the Hans Solo shirt seemed to agree: he wrinkled his nose, and said conversationally: “I get to change that. Hurrah.” The kid slumped. “I’ve got to work on Crystal’s personality... She should not be blackmailing her creator.” He said it in a way that made Calley think this Crystal would be perfectly in the right if she blackmailed anyone else.

Calley peered under the bed, fanning his whiskers. The pair of blue eyes under the bed stared unblinkingly back. The queen Siamese didn’t twitch so much as her tail until a happily familiar noise turned both of their heads: the sweet, sweet tinking cascade of dry food into a kitty bowl. They were both at the bowl in a flash of fur and legs. The Siamese eyed Calley warily. Calley eyed her back. Hey—he hadn’t eaten since that morning. And he happened to have an acquired taste for the dry stuff.

“You two aren’t going to make kittens, are you?” The boy asked suddenly, in an eww sort of voice. Obviously this one hadn’t quite discovered the allure of the opposite gender just yet. And he couldn’t be further off base. The Siamese started talking: mew, mew, merr, mew, mew— Calley sat down with an indifferent air, and began grooming that hard-to-lick spot on his back. The queen gave a sophisticated murr, and claimed the contents of the food bowl as her own. Pssh—fine. He hadn’t wanted it, anyway.

He jumped onto the neatly made bed as the boy stared in helpless defeat down at the Siamese’s litter box. He sniffed at a pillow—the Siamese had slept here last night, but her owner hadn’t. Maybe for more than a night. Hmm. The room was pretty undecorated, and a bit on the messy end: it didn’t feel quite settled into yet. A new resident, then. He leapt easily from the bed to the desktop, and started poking his nose around. There were a few nicely framed photos, carefully turned this way and that so that she could either see them from her bed or see them while she used her computer. He gave them a quick glance over, certain that the bell camera was immortalizing their images on film, anyway. A young woman posing with the queen Siamese, a parrot, and a chameleon; the same young woman standing between two nice-looking older folks; the young woman again, standing outside of some sort of animal shelter-type affair. Then his gaze snapped back: that young woman looked familiar. He sniffed the frame, committing her scent to memory, and linking it up with another memory: the videos of what the Order had been doing over at good ol’ KP. This woman was one of their test subjects. Huh. Obviously not their hacker, then—guess this was the wrong room, after all. But still... it was an interesting bit of trivia. He hadn’t told Hunter about the Order’s fun little experiment just yet. For good measure, he sat down, and gave a quick glance over the papers on her desk. A pile of credit card offers and junk mail gave him what he needed: the name Rayne Belamount was repeated on all of them. With various junk mail misspellings, of course. Rain, Bellmud, Ryan... but Rayne Belamount was the most common.

The Siamese had finished downing her food. She sprung lightly to the surface of the desk. They touched noses briefly; then they enacted a mutual clause of ignoring-each-other’s-existence, and watched the kid struggling with the complex task of litter box changing. He made funny noises.

Finished with the place, Calley went to the door, and started up his best Siamese imitation: Mew, murr, meow, merrow, merr, mip— The queen took offense at his horrible accent, and started correcting him from the desktop: Mew, mew, mew, merr, mew, mew, mew—

With that semi-terrified expression of someone who wasn’t used to cats at all, the boy hesitantly opened the door. Calley slipped out into the hallway. He prowled along slowly, waiting for Hunter to yell at him to go into the right room. When no transmission came, it registered in his head that a room whose occupant was M.I.A. was probably the perfect place for a hacker to work out of—even if they got traced to the Mansion, it would be nearly impossible to pin down which resident was the culprit. No one had said the room’s owner was their target, after all. He set off down the hall. Next stop: the jeep. Four blocks away. Great.

As he made his way down the staircase, he could still hear the Siamese talking, all the way back down the hall and behind a closed door.

((ooc: We now return you to your regularly scheduled slumber party, already in progress. Continued in "First Missions and Explode-a-Kitty Collars"))

(OOC: I’m glad you appreciate your new cat name ;D)

Hunter watched as Calley strolled in as a human. He went unchallenged, but as the school was meant to take in students he was not surprised. The adrenaline shot worked, but as this was another shift in what had been a long day of shifting it was beginning to take its toll on Calley. However he was almost finished.

“First, the small disks in the bag, each about 3 millimetres across, are spy cameras. The silver side is adhesive. I want one in each ceiling corner, in the top corners of the closet, on one of the bed legs giving a view of anything under the bed and in each corner of the bathroom ceiling.”

Also in the bag was a tiny chip that once placed inside a phone under the battery would ensure that all of the cell phone activity would be monitored, as well as allowing complete access to everything on the cell phone. Once placed he could determine the cell phones owner, their recent activity and monitor any further activity without alerting anyone.

As no computer could be seen he presumed that the cell phone had been used, however he wanted to be sure. If it wasn’t the cell phone he could watch and wait until the hacker returned. However, Calley had to place the camera first.