(Continued from Y2K-17)

So, this was the Sanctuary.

Once they'd gotten through the golden gates and past the receptionist, Glitch arrived at a big common area. She would have pegged the place as ordinary living quarters, except for one key difference: the room was filled with mutants.

On one side, there was a person with orange skin. On another, someone with insect wings. A man in the corner was playing with flames. There wasn't a person in sight who seemed against it. In a way, it was like being in the Mansion.

Glitch looked around, partly curious, partly uneasy. She'd entered the place having no clue what it was. A few mutants gave her odd looks, perhaps wondering if she was a META. Oh right. And she still was holding the beanbag gun. She lowered it so the barrel was pointed at the ground.

“This is... quite a place. Do you guys work here?” Glitch asked, turning to Rebecca and Devon.

Rebecca looked around at the various mutants that were kicking about the place. Needless to say, they were getting strange looks, what with the META look-a-like they'd brought with them. She'd never been to Sanctuary before, though she had to admit, the place was nice. She noted a young lady making paper figurines dance on the table to the amusement of adults, a lizard-man chatting with a lady that looked strongly like a butterfly. Yes, this place was certainly a Sanctuary for those who wouldn't be accepted anywhere else.

She confidently strode to the center of the room as Glitch asked her a rather stupid question. "This is my first time, or didn't you catch my asking Devon where it was?" she remarked teasingly to the robot mutant. There were a few mutants looking at Rebecca. She looked human of course. Time to show she fit in. She flourished her left hand, transforming it into sand and back again. Nobody applauded, but at least they recognised what she was.

A few mutants appeared to recognise the weather manipulating mutant. Rebecca wondered whether that's why they weren't so bothered by the META look alike. Maybe Devon did work here, or perhaps was just a regular. "What about you Devon?" Rebecca remarked to the man.