Talk about monastic living. This room is practically a blank slate. There are the basics: a bed, a bathroom, a dresser, a desk, but not much else. But then again, what can you expect from a girl who only ever used her room for a month or so before taking off without saying a word to anyone about it? There are some things in the room, naturally. Look through the dresser and you'll find a host of black outfits, all black, lest a colorblind person like herself be an embarassment by mismatching colors. It's all tops mostly, varying lengths of shirts - some with sleeves, some without. There's a couple pairs of pants, but they look like they haven't really been worn at all. The bottom drawer is shoes. Not many people keep shoes in their dresser, but apparently Overcast wanted to keep the floor space looking decent, so she crammed all of her shoes in here. She certainly does have a lot of shoes - boots, combat-style mostly, and skate shoes, multiple pairs of varying styles of Converse, any and all color is found in this bottom drawer - who needs to worry about shoe color when your clothes are black?

Anyways, there's a general layer of dust over all the surfaces, the place obviously hasn't been lived in very much recently. There's a digital travel clock on the nightstand, a pad of paper and a pen - in case any ideas popped up in the night and had to be written down. There's no light in the room aside from the pre-installed overhead, and the shades are drawn down. In the bathroom the basics are all there: soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, toothpaste, towels (not matching, ironically), nothing more though. It's all pretty simple, and it's all pretty lifeless. But why should that matter when no one has lived in it since it was first claimed?

Overcast had found her room with only minimal difficulty. She hadn't been to it in what could nearly be a year, but her memory was decent enough that she only made a couple wrong turns before finding the door that she recognized as hers. The only thing that could separate it from all the others was the pattern in the wood, the variance between light and dark that made it seem as though a sort of bird or something were flying up out of the ashes. That was how it seemed to her anyways, people always pick out different templates in wood grains, or at least they do most of the time. She didn't give herself much time to ponder over it.

Overcast moved to and opened the door. The room was quiet and dark. She didn't bother turning the light on as she walked in, and she nodded to the windows, as if acknowledging their good sense in being covered. She gave the room a onceover, noting that Abyss had done a good job in making sure things didn't get touched - not like there was much to be moved in her blank little room. But there was something... She went over to the nightstand and picked up the pad of paper. A blank page remained on top, how she always left it, and she peered carefully at the dust on and around the notebook, trying to ensure herself that nobody had read it, but the thing was that she couldn't be sure. She sat down on her bed and began flipping through it. She was embarassed by most of it, really, lots of poetry, emotional notes, things that - in her mind at least - made her sound weak. But there were the other things too, like the notes on the dreams she'd been having before she left, the dreams that were the reason she needed to leave. She had written down each one, in full detail, after she had woken from it. And each one was worse than the one before it. She couldn't read these ones, she shuddered just to think about the horror they contained, horror that she had thought she was immune to. But it's all over now, she thought to herself, [/i]I finished it for good.[/i] But she could never be sure, because there would always loom that doubt, that thought, the miniscule and nagging idea that she had been sure before - been sure the first time - and had been wrong.

Overcast put down the notebook. She would like to lie down on this bed and take a nap, but she knew she should clean up first. She probably reeked, having not had access to decent hygiene options in weeks. She closed the door and went into her bathroom, stripping down, getting in the shower, and savoring the feeling of warm water washing away all the grime and sweat that had been her experiences of the past several months. She toweled dry and came back into the room, picking out a clean shirt and putting it on. She thought of grabbing one of the other pairs of pants, but decided she couldn't part with her leathers right now, but then she decided that no pants was a better option for taking a nap, so she simply crawled into bed without. She sighed, breathing in the stale air of the room, trying to make it feel like home, but a home is where you have friends and people you love, people who love you back, and she barely knew the people here. And with that final thought swirling mercilessly around her head, Overcast's tired body gave way to sleep.
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Knowing that Overcast had returned Syn thought it would be a good idea to get to know the girl. The two of them never really met and so Syn only knew bits and pieces about her fellow team member.

After doing a bit of asking around Syn was finally led to Overcast's room. She knocked on the door and waited for a response.

Overcast woke slowly from her nap. She stretched and sighed, it had been a good nap. But suddenly she realized that she had been awoken by a knocking at her door. Quickly she hopped out of bed and grabbed some blue jeans, slipping into them and quick doing the button before opening the door.

It took her a moment to recognize the person standing there - the green eyes, the red hair - she remembered, it was Syn. She gave an awkward half-smile and ran her hand over her hair, replacing a chunk that had been flipped lopsided by her sleep. "Uh, Syn, hi," she said, a little unsure. She stood there in the doorway, not quite sure what to do, waiting for some sort of sign from her visitor. But was she really a visitor? After all, hadn't Abyss said something about her being in charge? That would make all of this hers, and since Overcast hadn't been in her own room in months, it was safe to say that the room really wasn't hers, but belonged more to Syn. Her thoughts stopped short - I never used to be this philosophical, what's up with this?

Syn's pressence was a bit of a shock as was evident in Overcast's facial expression as well as her greeting. The room was definately untouched as she could see dust and the air was stale.

"Hello Overcast. I'm actually quite flattered you know me since we never really got the chance to talk and get to know each other. I was hoping we could do a little catching up. What do you say?"

Syn's greeting was rather friendly, and Overcast was reassured by this. "Uh, sure," she said. She stepped aside from the doorway a little bit, inviting Syn into her room without actually saying so. She looked around the room herself, it was rather dirty, and for a moment she was a little embarassed about it, but then she decided that it was only to be expected - how was she supposed to keep it dust-free when she hadn't been there in months?

After walking into Overcast's room Syn remained standing as she faced the blue haired girl. "First I'd like to welcome you back to Sanctuary. I know you left some time ago and we could've used your talents on several occasions but you had to do what you had to do."

Syn crossed her arms behind her back and gave Overcast a curious expression. "Might I ask what it was that caused you to leave us?"

"Thanks," Overcast said, accepting Syn's welcome. "It's nice to be back," she added. The statement was half-true, she did like it here - afterall, it was probably one of the first times she'd been invited into a home in, well, since whne she was a child living with her parents. But then the inevitable question came: why had she left?

"I uh, had some old business that needed to be taken care of," Overcast stammered, calculating her words carefully. She knew that, as the boss, Syn had the right to ask for details, but she decided that she wouldn't give details unless they were asked for.

"I hope you were able to take care of your business then." Syn smiled at Overcast for a moment. "I'm not going to ask about your private matters until they become something that affects Sanctuary or the Order. I need all our members to be able to work together and be vigilant. You missed out on our battle with the X-Men but they know about us now and the know we're a serious threat. So they may try to attack us or try to mess with your mind and try to convince you that their way is right. We also have an alliance with a new group called the Kabal. They are a bunch of mutant mercenaries led by a man named Hunter. I'm still gathering intel on them, but we are united on one thing. Both of our groups are against the X-men and so we may be working with them on occasion."

Syn stopped and let her very brief summary sink in for a moment. It was alot to fill Overcast in on but Syn wanted all her members to know what's going on. "Do you have any questions?"

Overcast listened carefully. Much of the information that Syn gave her was a repeat of Abyss' recap. Although there was some of it that she hadn't heard about, like the battle with the x-men. Jaya and I probably got away from the two groups just in time to not fight each other, Overcast thought. But she quickly pushed the thought from her head. This whole thing about the Kabal was interesting too. Some group of mutant mercenaries helping to fight the x-men... sounded like fun, except that Overcast didn't care too much about expressly fighting the x-men, as long as they didn't get in her way.

At the end of it all, Overcast didn't really have any questions, but there was one thing she was curious about. "So if you're in charge now, what happened to the Oppressor? That was his name right?" For a minute she was unsure as to whether or not she could correctly recall the name of the man whose money had paid for the mansion they were standing in. But she hoped that, if she was wrong, Syn would most likely know who she was talking about.

"I think you are refering to Dorian King. He had other business to tend to. He's still the overall boss but until he returns should he decide to return I'm in charge." Syn spoke calmely. "Can I count on you and your abilities to aid the Order?"

Overcast wondered what "other business" he was attending to, but decided that she didn't care, since she wasn't too keen on sharing her own business with others. But was she ready to commit herself to this organization now? Had she settled everything so that she could put her passion into something she believed would change this world for the better? And what if this organization faltered from what she was so sure was what needed to be done? Well, I'll deal with that if it happens, she thought to herself. "Of course," she replied to Syn, looking up into her eyes.

The reply from Overcast made Syn smile. She thought she could count on the other girl to be part of the team but she wanted to make sure due to her being gone. "That's good to hear."

Syn walked back to the doorway and turned to look back at Overcast. "I'll leave you to your business as I also have things to take care of. Should you need me Lisa has my number." Syn smiled and nodded and left.