Cancer stood up fully and looked around. It appeard that several new mutants were in the room. He was about to speak with them when he relized that it had been a while since he last ate. He tryed to think back, and could recall eating much today. Deciding it was better to be safe then sorry, he glanced around the room to find a meal.

Though there was no shortage of decayable matter in the dining area, most of it would be missed if he ruind it. He didnt wand that on his head, especially on his first day at the sanctuary. Glancing around, he noticed a large wast bin in the corner. Perfect. Striding over to the garbage can, he poured out the contents. Soda cans, candy rappers and other loose ends law strew accrost the floor. He set to work quickly.

Each peice was picked up and exposed to Cancers power. Each item rotted away till only fine dust was left. Each provided him with the substinence to survive. The remaining ash was desposed of in the trash bin. He wanted to make a good first impression. Satisfied for the moment, Cancer turned around and decided to introduce himself. walking over to the big red guy and girl he was talking to. Social skills may not have been a strong suit, but he could try.

"Hay, sorry if I forgot to introduce myself before, But I was a bit distracted at the time. Im still getting used to the Sanctuary here. Names Cid, but most call me Cancer." he said as kindly as he could. He didnt however extend his hand.

(You guys are crazy! Especially you abyss. >< Now i have to post a post long.....cause i feel like it, but i know not when im going to do this, hopefully later tonight...)

Void couldn't help but stare from behind Abyss' shadow as Cancer disintegrated the contents of the trash bin. Everything was moving so quickly, going from someone who had never met another mutant (her mother really didn't count) to this. It was all rather overwhelming. In all honesty, she wasn't completely sure that she was going to be able to handle it. Void placed her hand on a nearby table, suddenly feeling very week in the knees. All she really wanted to do was be alone in a room and lie down. Who knew? Maybe this was all just a very bizarre dream and when she woke up she would be back home with her mother, father and sister. Somehow she doubted it, though.

Instead of lying down, however, Void put on a brave face. Once she had a chance to meet everyone and once she had come to some sort of understanding with all of this, then she could lie down. Until then, however, she'd just have to pretend to be braver than she really was.

(Epona's Song Rocks! o_________O)
Matthew started to bad away slightly as all the mutants came into view, he had never seen so many people in an area at a time for a very long time. He stopped backing up however, as a yawned escaped him, and he knew he was tired, and couldn't stay up much longer. Contradictory though, he had not wanted to talk, especially with everyone around him. He was being silly, and shy, as no one probably cared that he was tired. In fact, they probably didn't even notice him. It amazed Matthew as the more people came into the room, it seemed to grow, and the young mutant and his importance seemed to shrink massively.

He seemed highly claustrophobic, though he was not, which was weird, because there was so much room inside the Dining Hall, he could have easily moved, but the walls seemed to shrink, and everyone seemed to be staring at him, even though they weren't at all. His state of being was not helped at all by Abyss's random slitting into more than one of himself, which made Matthew look twice before actually believing it. Everything seemed to happen in a matter of seconds, thing of both crazy, and extremely random genres. He watched in confusion as Cancer seemed to turn the garbage into a fine dirt, and wondered why no one did that with the garbage he saw being collected every Thursday when he lived on the streets. He walked up to Abyss, or one of him anyhow, not sure which one, and tapped them on the side softly.

A feeling of being watched slinked its way down Thorn's spine as she looked up to find one of the Abysses. He had drank something from a flask, alcohol. Out of curiousity and in her mysterious and intriging style, Thorn raised an eyebrow and looked at the stranger, dead in the eye. As he offered her some of his drink, her raised eyebrow was joined by a smirk.

"No thank you, I have my own resources, first." She pulled out a flask of vodka before she spoke again. "And I drank earlier. Never-the-less, the mere knowledge of another alcoholic mutant of this Sanctuary provides me with enough alcohol as will serve sufficient." Her words were painted majestically. Her vocabulary was great, yes, for at one point, she was a very smart and dedicated student. When that fell, she spoke with her lawyers and read books, broadening her vocabulary yet again. A woman that is sexy, attractive, and shows intelligence is enough to lure any man into her alley of death.

Her eyes slowly blinked as her smirk turned into a smile and her raised eyebrow lowered. "My name is Pru. Some have come to call me Roxanna and even more refer to me as Thorn. Who, might I ask, are you?" Thorn met another alcoholic, immediately, her bias mind turned to respecting this new character in front of her as much more than how she saw the other mutants. He knew how to have a good time, he didn't hold anything back, and he was exactly the right kind of mutant that Thorn could cooperate with. Other mutant acquintances she had were either disapproving of her drinking and smoking habits or indifferent to them, yet none of them smoked or drank. Quite an interesting thought, a Sanctuary for mutants with malintent that did not drink or smoke.

Overcast was a little out of it, she had to admit. The whole experience had been a little bit draining, exhilerating at the time, but draining overall. At the mention of Kaine she looked around, she hadn't given him much thought since the mission ended. What had taken her so long? She thought back to the mission, the last few things she remembered: she and Kaine were chasing the girl, Kaine shot himself in the foot somehow and got knocked out, some shadow was floating through the halls; she honestly wasn't sure what had happened next, all she could remember after that was puking all over some poor guy who didn't look to be feeling very well himself. Then she disposed of her human barf-bag and left. How did she get back? Funny thing, but she couldn't remember. But obviously she must have made it back, because here she was now, sitting here, feeling very hungry, and someone was making grilled cheese.

"I don't know," she said simply, not a note of worry in her voice. She lifted her chin and called over to the guy in the kitchen. "Hey, I want a sandwich!"

Kaz's hands flew as he stood at the counter buttering the bread, both hands moving independantly of the other; dipping into the butter and spreading it over one slice then another and another. His arms looked robotic in their movement, just with more fluid motion. Moving over to the electric stove, he set four large pans down and turned the heat on. Not too high, just enough to warm the pans to start browning the bread right away. While he waited for that to heat up, he grabbed a decently sized bowl, tuna, and mayo, and began to mix the tuna and mayo. Grabbing a spoon he dipped it in and sampled it, "Mmm...that's good. Almost ready." Grabbing a different spoon, he set it in the bowl ready to be added to the grilled cheese. For a moment he almost forgot the main part of these sandwiches, cheese, he went into the fridge and grabbed the brick of sliced cheese.

Checking the heat on the pans, he grinned, "Perfect, lets get cookin!" He put four slices of bread into each pan. Sixteen to keep track of, not that hard. *Flop, flop, flop, flop, flopflopflop* The cheese went down, square on the bread. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the bown and began to spoon the tuna, mayo mix onto eight of them. The heat on these two pans is less than on the others, because it takes longer to cook. At the same time he was spooning the mix on the bread with his right hand, his left was setting the second slice of cheese on the other eight, the cheese looked like a diamond on the bread. By the time Kaz finished putting the second slice of cheese on the tuna melts he had put the second slice of bread on the grilled cheese.

Grabbing four plates, one for himself, one for the grilled cheese, one for the tuna melts, and one for the only person to actually show interest. Overcast if he remembered right. "Hey, Overcast, how many, and which kind: Grilled cheese or tuna melt?" He called over his shoulder, he knew she'd be able to hear him, and he'd hear her responce. Grabbing two spatulas, he began checking each of the sandwiches. "Nearly ready." The bottoms were starting to reach that perfect golden brown, with the cheese just begining to melt. After waiting a bit more, he flipped them gently but quickly. It didn't take long for them to begin to brown and melt. When these finished, he cut them in the pan and set the grilled cheese on one plate, one sandwich in the middle with other halves on the sides, so you have a quare and a diamond on the plate at all times. The tuna melts were set on the other plate, in four staks, each sandwich was set perpendicular to the one below it.

He repeated this whole process two more times, each batch taking around four minutes from start to finish. Fourty-eight sandwiches sat on two plates. Quickly he cleaned up the kitchen, putting everything away, or putting it in the dishwasher, and whiped down the counters. Taking two grilled cheese and two tuna melts for himself, he put Overcast's on her plate and walked over to where the girl sat. On his way over, "Food's done if anyone wants some!" <If not, more food for me later.> Chuckling to himself.

Thorn shot a glance at his batch and as much as her stomach urged her not to drink, her lips told her otherwise and she smirked before bringing her gaze up to his eyes. "Well, so long as you are flaunting it in front of my face, don't mind if I do try a shot." She moved forward and gently took it into her hands before bringing it to her lips and taking a quick shot.

"I can see how your mentalities are closely linked. How have you all come to be? Is it in your mutation to split off or was this a work of science without natural mutation?" At the advice on when the right time to eat bread was, Thorn smiled and put another piece in her mouth before returning Mars's batch to him. "Yes, such advice is true, yet it does not stop me from making foolish attempts to expell my hangovers when the time to do so has long since passed."

Overcast accepted the plate with an attempt at a smile, she was very hungry, and it was nice to get food without having to work for it. Unless, of course, you counted the whole mission thing just now. "Thanks," she said. She inspected one of the tuna melts cautiously. "I've never had a tuna melt before," she said, more to herself than to the chef (or anyone else for that matter) in particular. She decided that, just to be on the safe side, she'd better start by eating the basic grilled cheese, just to get some food into her system before she started taste-testing things.

She took a bite and felt a wash of happiness as the gooey cheese seemed to explode in her mouth. She loved grilled cheese, and she hadn't had a rightly done sandwich in years. What a shame that I don't take the time to cook for myself more often, she thought. I could eat like this year-round! "Mmmm, delicious!" she told Kaz, truly grateful for the good food.

He smiled at Overcast, "You're welcome." Taking a bite of his tuna melt, he reached for a drink, but realized a moment later he forgot to grab one. "Be right back," He quickly moved into the kitchen and got a tall glass of milk. As he sat back down, "Try the tuna melt. And don't worry, I won't be offended if you don't like it," Giving her a polite smile, "It's not everyone's 'cup of tea' so-to-speak."

Void watched the eating and drinking of food quietly from a corner. In a way it was kind of comforting to know that the other mutants (at least most of them) ate and drank normally, just as she did. It made the seem more...human, or something. In some ways they may be strange and powerful individuals, but the fact that there were still certain things in common between them and everyone else brought them down to a level that she could better understand. Void put a hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle an exhausted yawn.

Void nodded at Abyss' suggestion. Finding her room and going to sleep was beginning to sound extremely good right about now. There would be plenty of time in the morning to figure out who everybody was and what exactly they could do. Not to mention figuring out where, exactly, in the world she fit now. She had had plans for her life. She had wanted to go to college and, eventually, get a proper career. She had just graduated high school mere months ago and hadn't had a chance to do anything. All of her plans, all of her hopes and dreams for a normal happy life had been shattered. Her plans had never included being forced to run away from home and living as an exile among mutants. In fact, her plans had never even taken into consideration that she was a mutant, figuring that it really didn't matter all that much. So what if she could see in the dark and had tendrils with the strength to lift cars an could literally drain the life out of anything alive. It didn't really matter that much, did it? It wasn't as if she abused her powers or anything. And yet, here she was being forced into a situation only because of what she was. Who she was didn't seem to matter anymore; if it ever really mattered. She wasn't entirely sure that it did anymore and that was a painful revelation.

"I think that I would like to find my room," Void agreed with Abyss. She looked at everyone else in the room. "It was a pleasure to meet all of you. I, uh, guess I'll see you in the morning." She made a half bow. See you in the Morning. Why did that feel so strange to her? Almost wrong somehow? Maybe because it epitomized the injustices of her life. And come to think of it, Void realized, she probably wasn't the only one here who had been treated unfairly just because they were mutants. It was sad but, more than that, it was insulting and anger provoking. Why did things have to be like this? Why did little children have to be victims of their very existence? It wasn't fair and she wished desperately, hopelessly, that she could do something about it. But even if there was something that she could do, which Void doubted, she couldn't do anything until the morning, after she had gotten some sleep.

Overcast looked slyly at the tuna melt, like it was some new prey she was going to hunt down. She took it up carefully and, rather gingerly, took a decent-sized bite out of it. She thought about it as she chewed, weighing the pros and cons of the sandwich: it was a little fishy, but it was a good flavor; it was a little salty, but the fish flavor distracted from that a bit... eventually she swallowed and took another bite, this was too complicated to decide with just one. After awhile she had finished the whole sandwich. She licked her lips and got the last bit out of her teeth before deciding for sure.
"Interesting, but not too shabby," she said, as though she were rating a new style on the runway or some artists latest painting. "I think I'll eat my other one." She grinned at Kaz, a pretty decent grin for her, then helped herself to the second tuna melt. She left her other grilled cheese for last, in case the tuna didn't want to stick good in her stomach.

"So," she started between bites, "where'd you learn to make such good sandwiches?"

(eek....not been here in a while, sorry, i will try to reply this week, have spring break, if i crack my dad's comp. pass :S )

(Wish my post was terribly better but, its not :S......especially after I come back...ugh...I'm disappointed with myself.....)
Matthew had seemingly frozen, as if someone were secretly controlling everything he did, say, behind a keyboard, and he couldn't move or say anything without them typing it. ( strange; right?) He then shook his head, randomly coming to like again. He saw 'Abyss' in front of him, and quickly, with a sudden burst, the last few occurrences came to him. "Huh?" He questioned himself wearily, zoning out from lack of sleep. It was the most he had said since he arrived at the Sanctuary. He saw Pluto give a display of two slammiches, (did you mean sandwiches, or is this something you mentioned, that i missed?) and choose the one in his left hand, not caring what it was, but instead of taking the whole one, he only took half, his stomach not needing as much as normal people as he didn't eat much when he was on the streets, and he was used to small portions. He quickly ate the slammich(), and decided to respond to the Abyss. "Matthew....." He small boy said in a somewhat depressed, monotonous tone, that was at the same time optimistic, and interested. He had somewhat forgot the rest of his name, not have had used it much, but it didn't matter now, he had no family, what reason was there to keep his last name? He then adopted a higher, whinier voice as he complained to Pluto,fully taking advantage of the attention he was getting. "I'm tired!" He said stretching out the length of the word so it had more than 5 syllables, 3 more than needed. He then clung to Pluto, and continued to throw a fit, this caused by the urge to fall unconscious right before him, that possibly happening.