"Alchemist. That's a cool one." Streak said to CJ. He figured that he would answer CJ's question before he started giving the tour. "I control and manipulate the silver in my body to form practically anything. I can make knives, swords, shields, staffs etc." As they walked through the hallway Streak pointed out some of the things he normally goes through whenever he's giving a tour. Pointing a little farther down the hall he said, "Down there's the kitchen, dining room and living room."

Streak then pointed a different way and said, "There's some classes all along that hallway. They line the entire hall. The library's on first and second floors of the building with exits on both floors. Boys and girls rooms are on the second floor on the left and right respectively and the adults are on the first floor down this hallway." They started to head down the hallway that he had just mentioned.

"Alchemist. That's a cool one."

'My name is cool? Well, I did spend a few hours on it.'

A wave of something C.J. could only place as confidence broke over him, he had never been called cool before, and, despite the fact it was only his nickname, he somehow felt it must apply to him too. He walked a little taller down the otherwise deserted corridor as Streak spoke again, this time in response to his question, rather than his name.

"I control and manipulate the silver in my body to form practically anything. I can make knives, swords, shields, staffs etc."

'His silver content must be massive, I wonder if it has replaced iron in his blood?'

As they walked Streak made note of the other areas of the mansion reachable down whichever corridor, the usual sort of things such as the kitchen and library, and Alchemist made a point of trying to remember them. As they started down what he would now call the eighteen plus corridor C.J. managed to structure his question into something, not having wanted to interrupt Streak. "So, if you can make weapons and defenses out of your body's silver, has silver replaced iron in your blood stream? Do you have to eat off the finest silverware and munch down a necklace regularly?" It wasn't as tactful as possible, but he was sure the other man wouldn't mind, after all, it wasn't as if he had inquired about relationships or something more private.

'Must be almost there, great, clean, seep, eat, in that order.'

C.J. slowed so he could see Streak better, to avoid clumsily running into him if he stopped suddenly. It also provided a sort of buffer between them, so that if they startled an unsuspecting room mate, and they threw a fireball or shot lasers or something he would not be in the way of the assault.

Streak couldn't help but laugh a little at his comment. He'd heard a lot of things from people but he hadn't heard on about eating silverware or anything like that before. Quite frankly it was pretty funny. Once Streak stopped laguing he answerd him. "I acutally don't have to eat silverware or anything like that because my blood is actually made of the silver." Streak liked talking about his powers a little. He usually got someone meantioning about selling him for money or some stupid idea like that. But this guy was original with the silverware and necklace thing.

The silver mutant had to slow down because they were getting close to CJ's room. Once they were there he stopped, and placed the key in the slot. He then turned to CJ and said, "Well, here's your room. I hope you like it." Streak then opened the door. The room actually happened to be empty at the moment. " It doesn't look like your room mate us here right now. He could be off working out or something. I trust you can find your way around the room." Streak waited to see I'd there ws anything else that the new guy might want to ask or say before he left to do his other duties around the mansion.

C.J. Didn't know if he was being laughed at or with, he had never had great people skills, at least not with strangers. he decided, that with no evidence of insult, that he would take it as being laughed with. The corridor seemed to be shortening by the minute, and Alchemist was looking forward to the nap he was so impatiently anticipating, the warmth of the blankets, the blissfully unaware state, just thinking about it made him feel like simply dropping where he stood and passing out.

"I actually don't have to eat silverware or anything like that because my blood is actually made of the silver."

C.J. found the concept absolutely fascinating, that his cells could actually live off silver, but then again, he had just met someone who was fifty percent metal, so he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised. However it did raise an interesting point. "If your blood is silver, what is your core body temperature? It would have to be astronomical. They reached a door and Streak put the key from the desk into the lock, a set of quiet clicks indicating that the pins had moved to make way for the key.

"Well, here's your room. I hope you like it."

Cafas doubted very much that, so long as it had a bed, he could not like it. As the other mutant opened the door he almost ran straight through, but restrained himself and carefully crossed the threshold. Observing the area with the eye of the very sleepy Alchemist turned when Streak broke his trance.

" It doesn't look like your room mate us here right now. He could be off working out or something. I trust you can find your way around the room."

"Yeah, thanks, out of curiosity, who is this mysterious room mate, or am I going to have to wait and see, probably a week from now when I recover from jet lag." C.J. laughed at his own little joke, a bad habit according to leading comedians. However he wasn't a leading comedian, and most of his jokes tended to be practical. He decided it would be a very good way to get off on the wrong foot, playing one on his new room mate, and stopped himself grabbing a bucket of water.

"I don't know what my temperature is. I don't feel the need to take it. If I had to guess I would say it's about nor albut then again I could be way off." Streak answered him. This man seemed to be pretty good at making some jokes no matter how tired he might be. The silve eyed mutant the answered CJ's question. "I don't remember who your room mate is. I guess you'll just have to wait and be surprised." It was pretty obvious that this guy wanted sleep and he was fine with letting him have it. Not wanting to overstay his welcome with this guy Streak said, "If you need anything just give me a shout. Otherwise I'llet you get your sleep." with that comment Streak turned around to leave and close the door behind him.

"I don't know what my temperature is. I don't feel the need to take it. If I had to guess I would say it's about normal but then again I could be way off."

'That doesn't make sense to me, perhaps the silver in his body has different properties to that not in his body, or perhaps he alters it's properties.'

Cafas opened a door a peered through, spying exactly what he wanted to see, a shower. The room he was in had two beds, two wardrobes, two bedside tables and one main table. C.J. dumped his stuff next to the wardrobe that was closed, the other containing clothing, and open. He turned, almost surprised to see Streak still there.

"I don't remember who your room mate is. I guess you'll just have to wait and be surprised."

'Fun stuff, this new person shall no doubt be fun, I'll find out who they are eventually.

C.J. nodded to indicate he understood, going back to exploration, beginning to deconstruct the bed, it had a sheet, blanket and doona. Cafas found that to be up to standards, they seemed to take care of their people in the mansion. He found a lamp and alarm clock in the wardrobe and placed them on the table carefully, plugging them both into the wall, careful to avoid metal surfaces in his less than awake mood. From behind him he heard Streak say his goodbyes, and tell him that he could direct inquiries his way. The door clicked shut. C.J. approached it to check for the key on the other side, found it, and extracted it carefully controlling his powers, putting it next to his clock.

'So, this is where I live now. It definitely is an upgrade, even from home life.

Alchemist stripped out of his worn and dirty clothing and looked into another door, spying a washing machine and drier, definitely more than he'd had at home. He returned to his bags, took out all his clothes and separated them into two piles like he'd seen his mother do. His coat he hung straight in the wardrobe. putting his blacks, which was the majority of his clothes, into the machine he threw in some powder and turned it on. He entered the bathroom with a pair of boxers, stripping out of his current pair and turned on the shower, standing under the stream of ever changeing-temperatured water.

'So the machine works'

He smiled to himself as the grime of so many days washed off his body. His eyes closed he wet his hair under the stream. He had chosen relatively permanent dye last time he'd gone to a hair professional, which they said would wash down into new grown hair for up to sixty washes. With C.J. that tended to last a fair while, but he promised himself he would need to go again soon whilst living at the mansion. He opened his eyes and grabbed the shampoo, rubbing it into is hair and washing it out. Conditioner to lock in the colour for longer, wash of the body and he was out, a very practical shower, despite the fifteen minutes spent standing under the stream before actually washing.

'Hmm, now, do I have a towel?'

A nearby closet answered his question. He opened it and got himself a brand new, folder towel. Drying off and putting his undies on C.J. left the bathroom, pulled his only not black shirt out of the 'to be sorted' pile, which contained that shirt and his pants, threw the relatively clean shirt on and face planted onto the soft bed, asleep by the time he hit the linen.