Kendra had settled into the mansion. It was odd feeling welcomed, accepted. No one batted an eye at her for her differences. They all just accepted her. Everyone she had met so far was kind and polite, though she hadn't met everyone. This was still just her first day here. Kendra closed the door to her room and sat down on the bed. The window was cracked and a light breezed blew through the billowy curtains. Kendra was exhausted. She was always exhausted. She never slept and felt well rested, but when she didn't sleep she felt as if she was on the brink of death.
"You're safe here." Kendra said to herself as she pulled her feet up into the bed and slipped beneath the covers. She always had trouble sleeping in new places. She assumed this place would be no different. Only, Kendra was fast asleep moments after she laid down. Her body had settled into the softness of the comforter and all of her anxiety had just slipped away.
Kendra drew in a sharp breathe. Looking down she could see herself sleeping. She looked sad, lonely. Kendra was surrounded by her own kind and yet she still felt alone. A frown tugged at her lips as she sighed and moved over to the open window. Kendra closed the window and slipped out into the hall. Her body was slightly transparent. A light pink glow enveloped her body as she moved through the hall. She moved past a few people who were laughing and talking. None of them even noticed she was there. She seemed faded. Lightly translucent you could easily miss her if you weren't looking for her ghostly form.
She knew that she would be dream walking tonight. She hadn't figured out how to not dream walk when she slept. She knew she'd spent the night wandering aimlessly through the halls of this place. That's why she volunteered to guard the halls of the mansion at night. Kendra saw the living room and started to look around. She looked at pictures on the walls of faces she hadn't come to know in her short time here as a teacher at the Xavier school. Her fingertips gliding over the edges of the table as she absentmindedly looked at this or that. She sighed again. Picking up a picture and studying it closely. Kendra didn't hear someone come in. She didn't hear that someone else was in the room. She was so wrapped up in the picture of a youngish looking man. Kendra wondered who he was. He was smiling in the photo, but for some reason to her he also looked a bit sad.
"You and me both." Kendra said quietly to herself. Her voice traveled through the room. Though it was quiet as her voice was soft and filled with quiet curiosity. She was exploring after all. She set the picture down. The picture would have almost seemed as if it was floating in mid air all on it's own for a moment before she set it down. Her astral form was very faint. She was in a light sleep at the moment. Her form was fainter in lighter rem. The deeper she was asleep the more solid she would appear. Kendra sometimes forgot that she couldn't be easily seen in this world even though she took up space and could easily bump into someone. Kendra was about to meet some new in the mansion. Whoever it was who entered the room.
Light pink text = Daydream asleep white text = Daydream awake
Five years... it's been five long years since being at this school, and Lyla still felt as if she didn't fit in. She didn't know whether she was being stupid, or if it was really true. Either way she felt she needed some fresh air. Or to at least get away from the others enjoying themselves. She didn't need to be reminded that she couldn't talk to anyone, out of protection for the others.
Making her way through the halls it seemed that most everyone was going to be turning into their dorms for the night. Running her fingers through her blond hair, she was thinking of where she could go. Maybe the observatorium? Or maybe the living area. No one is usually in there this late at night considering that the guys couldn't play video games on the tv now. They always kept it turned up too loud anyway.
Taking the stairs down to the main level she gave a sigh holding her whiteboard close. She didn't want to take any chances, but she also just wanted some alone time. She needed to collect herself before letting her emotions try to break free. Entering into the living room she hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary as the fireplace was roaring. Closing the door behind her Lyla moved to the couch and curled up tight.
As she began to relax a tear cascaded down her face. Maybe she wouldn't ever find someone that wouldn't be influenced by her voice. Maybe it would be for the best. The happy thought of being a mother exed out of her mind. She wouldn't be able to discipline them anyway. One word and her kids wouldn't have control over their own lives. She didn't want to be that. She wanted to be able to talk and laugh, to have fun telling jokes, but she couldn't. Sniffling some she wiped at her eyes and bit her thumb a little as more tears fell.
Daydream nearly gasped as a woman nearly bumped right into her. She was concealed in the dark corners of the room where the light of the roaring fire dare not light. Daydream turned her head to the new presence in the room and watched quietly as she sat down. She seemed lost. She seemed alone. She felt that way more than once. It was lonely at night. In the early morning hours when she wandered the halls alone. There was no rest for her. She could actually achieve deep sleep by sitting with her body and physically touching it. That was the only way she would feel as if she slept a full night. But that was boring.
She didn't have the attention span to sit with her sleeping body all night and stare at her clumsy tossing turning form. For Daydream life was an endless series of day night cycles. Her mind was never fully at rest. It was a miracle she hadn't gone completely mad, but at times she felt as if she wanted to jump out of her skin. Daydream, as her name implied had a tendency to do just that. Awake or asleep her mind had a tendency to wander. She got lost in her own thoughts for a few moments. Her mind drifted back to her first night in the mansion. She hadn't had the nerve to talk to anyone here.
When she snapped back to the here and now she noticed the young girl was crying. Daydream moved cautiously. Her step was soft on the plush carpet. Across from her the fire popped and Daydreams eyes snapped in that direction for second. She was so easily distracted. Her frantic tattered mind was tired, but her face poured into sad emotion for the girl. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly. She might've even startled the girl who didn't know she was in the room. Daydream hadn't thought about manners or curtosey. "I didn't mean to intrude I...." Daydream's voice trailed off.
She saw the whiteboard in her hand and assumed she might be deaf at first. She rolled her eyes. Of course you'd try and talk to a deaf girl. She thought. She felt foolish for a second until she noticed that she had actually heard her. Daydream was faint, lightly translucent. She was starting to slowly solidify around the edges. Soft light refracted through her. You could see straight through her body to the wall behind her, even in the dim light. "I didn't mean to startle you. My name's K..." She started to say Kendra, but instead she went with her mutant name. "Daydream." She said confidently. Daydream tucked a few strands of red hair behind her ear.
The kids around the mansion had taken to calling her Daydream. Though she had multiple personalities. She had a playful mischivous side that was wild flirty and crazy and most people called that self Dream. When she was Dream she could never remember what she did when she woke up. It was like waking up from a dream that you can't quite remember no matter how hard you try. When she was her usual sweet innocent self she was known as Day. Those were the restful nights, like tonight. Daydream sat down on the edge of the couch with the young girl. She was beautiful. Daydream's eyes moved over her face and soft features taking every bit of her in. It broke her heart slightly to see such a beautiful face twisted into that kind of sorrow.
Light pink text = Daydream asleep white text = Daydream awake
Lyla hadn’t realized that someone was in the room with her as she thought. Her mind raced with all the negative affects of her powers. Until she heard a quiet voice. Startled she turned to where she assumed it drifted from and noticed the light pink. How had she not noticed that before?
Looking closer she could see the outline of a form. A female form. She watched as the girl walked closer and she picked up her whiteboard. Writing something down quickly he held it up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that someone was in here already.” It read. Erasing what she wrote she wiped at her cheeks. She must’ve looked like a mess. Writing again she shook her head, “It’s alright. It’s to be expected when you’re stuck in your head.”
A little smile appeared on her lips as the girl introduced herself. Daydream, she rolled the name through her head a few times trying to think of were she had heard it before. Her face turned to her board. “My name is Lyla. Or you can call me Siren. Either one works really.” Her body was still curled up, but her legs relaxed more onto the couch than up into her chest. The sad look still lingered in her eyes as the smile stayed on her lips.
Daydream smiled lightly, though she couldn't conceal the curiosity from her face. She wondered about the white board. Perhaps she was mute and couldn't speak. The soft features of Daydream's face lit up a little in the warm glow baked in the fireplace light. Her hand was cold to the touch. The human soul was a cold essence. Daydream reached a hand over and squeezed Lyla's hand lightly. "It's nice to meet'cha." Outside the wind blew and a tree scraped against a window. Lightning flashed in the sky and a sudden pouring of rain made her twinge.
The quiet thuds of raindrops against the window seemed to pound in her temples. It was all she could think about. Her eyes stayed on the windows for several moments. As if she had never seen or heard rain before. Daydream settled into the couch and the crackle pop of the fire caught her attention once more. Her head snapped in that direction. She seemed rather jumpy. She was more like a cat. She just seemed to get lost in trances of silent fascination. The window was cracked open and some of the rain that was thudding against the class; spilled into the mansion. Daydream exploded into a cloud of smoke. A vibrant whisk of cloudy pale pinks and gorgeous reds of her hair. The smoke vaporized and hung in the air for a moment before it thinned out and disappeared.
Daydream re-materialized over by the window. Her pale hand pushed the window down and it slammed closed with finality. "That's better." She said to herself. Somewhere above her up in room 205 her body tossed and turned in it's sleep. Her body in her bed was just as clumsy as she was when she was awake. Her arm hit the nightstand beside the bed and in her sleep she groaned out. "Ow!" Astral Daydream said. She looked down at her ghostly wrist before looking up at the ceiling. She wasn't sleeping directly above where she was standing but she was up there somewhere.
It was odd to think that somewhere in the mansion her body laid quietly resting while she was wandering around closing windows and sneaking up on deaf mutes. Daydream shook her head and exploded again. A fine mist of colors and smoke vaporized by the window and teleported back over to the could. Daydream plopped back on the couch and sat down. Reaching out for a magazine on the coffee table she stopped. She looked back at Lyla, who she had just remembered was here. She felt awful. Her spacey nature. She got sidetracked for one moment and she completely forgot what she was doing. Sometimes she felt like the lead in Finding Dory. "I'm sorry, I get a little spacy sometimes." She admitted. After a moment she smiled. "You hungry? I make the best midnight snacks. It's a wonder I'm not a thousand pounds." She joked. "Bring your board, you can tell me what'chu want honey."
Just then a cat who had sneaked in the open window jumped in Lyla's lap. It was wet and kind of mangy and it's claws were sharp. It tried to make itself comfortable on her soft thighs and dug it's claws into her legs, kneeding and purring trying to make them just soft enough to fall asleep on. Daydream watched this with more quiet fascination. She wasn't much of a cat person herself, but she did like animals. She just never managed to make a cat consider her a friend. Most felines made you work for their affections. This one seemed to like Lyla well enough. The cat accidentally dug it's claw deep into Lyla's thigh in an effort to get comfortable. Daydream just stood by and watched.
Registering that this astral girl could make physical contact felt weird, cold. A shiver ran down Lyla’s spine at the touch, but she squeezed back. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She wrote. The thunder outside drew her attention to the window as she watched the lightning flash. She always felt some form of comfort when storms came through. It helped her remember that sometimes she wasn’t the only one that needed to cry, or felt pent up.
Jumping a bit at the sudden poofing sound she turned to see that Daydream was nothing but smoke. As she wondered where the woman had gone she heard the window closing. Turning her head again she saw Daydream locking it into place, then poofing once more. She loved the gradient colors of red to pink as the smoke melded to nothingness.
But she was gonna get whiplash trying to keep track of her. Lyla couldn’t help the soft giggle as she apologized again. She understood being spacey, but it was kind of adorable. She nodded her head, her blond hair moving with the motion. “I could go for a snack.” She wrote. As she went to get up and follow her new friend, another made its way onto her lap.
At first Lyla didn’t know what to think as she let out a startled scream. Putting a hand over her heart she took a deep breath to only realize it was a cat. A pained gasp left her as the cat began to try and make itself comfortable on her lap. Its sharp claws cutting through the cotton of her sweatpants. “Stop IT!” She yelled, and the cat stopped what it was doing and gave a look of what could only be interpreted as rejection.
Getting up the cat jumped down and rubbed against her legs, making her nose tingle. Her allergies were going to start up. That’s when she realized she spoke. Covering her mouth she closed her eyes and the swirling vortex of negativity came back. She couldn’t even have a pet… they could understand tone of voice, and a few choice words if repeated enough. She didn’t mean to make it stop against its own will. It just really hurt… and now her pants had a few little dabs of blood from the marks it left. “I have to leave… I’m sorry.” She wrote she didn’t want to have accidents like this again.
Daydream had teleported away. Honestly she didn't even realize she was doing it sometimes. It was so much like walking to her by this point. Her mind just took care of the task of movement for her as she thought about other things and quietly daydreamed away and allowed her mind to wander. She exploded into that vibrant multicolored mist. It was like someone threw a rainbow confetti of fairy dust in the air. Suddenly as she reappeared over by the fireplace. Siren was screaming stop it. Daydream turned. "You okay?" She asked. She teleported back to the couch.
It was called blinking. Her short ranged teleport. Her sleeping mind was dropping to lower and deeper stages of sleep. The further into the dream she fell the more pronounced her powers became. If she was sedated by a sedative.... She could run on walls and lift impossibly heavy objects over her head. The laws of physics broke down and anything was possible. That was because he mind was deeply ingrained in the world of dreams.
Though she was dream walking her mind couldn't tell the difference between awake and asleep and she was just gifted those abilities. It was really out there. Her teleport was just a side affect of that. Somewhere up in room 205 she was quiet comfy and getting nice rest. The open window in her bedroom let in a soft breeze. It blew the hair around her face on her sleeping body and her ghostly backs reacted to it. Even though there was no breeze in this stuffy room.
"I prefer to blink, If'n you don't mind. I mean I could walk I suppose." Daydream pressed a finger to her pursed lips and thought about the idea of walking. While she was thinking she used her curled lip to blow the bangs away from her eyes. "But walking is such'a pain in the ass." She was rambling again. She was talking to herself. She was weighing the pros and cons of walking and blinking. She hadn't even realized that Siren was freaking out. Her bright green eyes snapped back to Siren. There was a soft smile pressing at the corners of her mouth. "You'll feel better once you get some food." She decided. Daydream didn't wait or ask permission. She moved over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. With that they both exploded. They re materialized in the mansions kitchen.
Daydream walked over to the fridge and opened it humming a soft Georgia song. She went about the mundane task of grabbing bread and mustard. Big pieces of salami and pepper jack cheese. Daydream was a fabulous cook. When you have nothing but endless time you tend to try a few recipes here and there just to keep things interesting. Daydream took a big bite of someone's tuna fish sandwich that was leftover in the fridge. She had a big bulging mouthful pocketed in one cheek as she turned to Siren again. She stopped in her tracks, mid chew.
"You don't look so good." She stated. Maybe it was the shock of traveling by teleport for the first time. Daydream set everything on the counter and sat Siren down at the kitchen table. "How many fingers am I holding up?" She asked. Holding up two fingers. Daydream was all too worried about that stunned look on her face and not at all considering she could possibly be the reason for it.
There was a sibling routine that had been set since their younger sister headed to school. Every weekend they would head down and check on how she was doing. She was near the age that both her brothers left for their fools dice jackets. William insisted that she wouldn't get one any time soon. At least not until after college and he even demanded with Lulu to respect that wish. That was ballsy enough to get her respect in the matter even if Draven thought he was fucking insane. Lulu was typically sweet as pie unless you told her what to do and then she was likely to send you to another planet.
Didn't even need a rocket ship, but instead a well placed punch to the jaw. With The club being jacked and Lulu missing Draven decided to go recruit his sister to help. Sameal had been MIA lately and they were running out of a rescue team. Pushing opened the doors to the mansion he set the skateboard on his shoulder. A thousand memories came to him from his time spent here but seemed like the plce was dead quiet. "Yo!" He lightly shouted out but still nothing. Wandering through the house he found himself in the kitchen and there were two really pretty looking girls. 'Jail bait bro.' He could hear busters words in his head which made him absent mindedly nod.
"Do either of you know Missy. Shes yay high and got the temper of a cobra when shes mad..." He asked as he moved to the fridge and opened it just like he normally would at home. This was basically like a home to him and he pulled out a yoohoo. Popping the top she sipped it and went to raiding the cabinets. There was nothing good here just like when he was a teen. "Damn...Bruhh they got no good munchies still....bummer."
Lyla was surprised to see that the astral girl hadn’t stopped what she was doing. All she could do was stare in amazement as she went about blinking through existence. ‘She didn’t stop what she was doing...that’s...is that impossible?’ She thought before jumping a bit at Daydreams appearance by her side again.
However, she hadn’t expected them to be in the kitchen when she pulled away. Lyla’s head spun a bit, a combination of the sudden change in scenery and her astonishment still. She just couldn’t wrap her brain around it. She just watched in utter silence as the red head went about her business making sandwiches, and helping herself to one already in there.
Her eyes lowered some noticing the girls appearance was slightly more solid looking than earlier. But she had apparently noticed the look on her face. Being sat down in a chair at the breakfast bar Lyla looked into her eyes and mimicked the two finger. “You...aren’t affected...by my voice?” She asked with a shaky breath.
Before she could get an answer though she heard someone walk in. ‘Of course… this moment just had to get interrupted.’ With furrowed brow she glared at the person who walked in. She wanted to snap and force him out, but that wouldn’t exactly be a good thing. Hell there were plenty of times she had gotten so mad that she wanted to yell at someone to go and kill themselves for being an ass. But she didn’t want that on her conscience.
Although, she had to admit the guy was cute. Even though her mom had always warned her to stay away from white boys with dreads, she couldn’t help but to like them. A light blush came over her cheeks as he stared and looked away. ‘Missy? Is he her boyfriend or something?’ Honestly she didn’t know how some guys liked a girl like her, but then again she wasn’t one to talk...at all.
Pulling up her whiteboard and looking at the clock she figured that Missy would be training with most of the students down in the lower levels. Writing that down she held it up to let him read. A thought popped in her head and she added, “It might be an hour before they’re done.”
Daydream stood there confused for a moment. She still had a mouth full of sandwich and spoke with her mouthful. It was un-ladylike for sure, but she didn't mind to much. "Affected?" She asked with a muffled voice full of tuna. Daydream's big brown eyes watched her curiously. Her jaw continued to move and much, she really should have blown up like a balloon at this point. She was constantly eating. In fact there was hardly ever a time you didn't see her looking for some kind of snack. Daydream smiled. "Don't know what'chu mean honey." She said simply as she started to work on making her own sandwich.
She wasn't dressed in her pj's she was wearing a plaid skirt and stockings with fashionable rips and tears in them. She had on a pair of boot and a light jacket over a tank top. She looked like she was going out to some punk rock concert, but then again she never wore pajamas. Daydream usually slept in her clothes because that's what came with her into the dream. She couldn't be running around the streets of New York in her bare feet now could she. Under her jacket she had a collapsible police baton and a tranquilizer gun.... For reasons she'd rather not get into at the moment.
Daydream was on the X-men team. Fighting crime with a baton and her crazy powers. Not most nights though. Most nights, she was Daydream! Hall monitor! Sandwich Maker! Confuser of women! She looked up to see that Siren still looked shocked. She paused what she was doing. She pointed the knife at her that she was using to make her sandwich.
"Oh! I know, you use your voice to break the sound barrier and have like'a i don't know a supersonic thang!" She was turning it into a guessing game now. Daydream leaned on the counter as she went back to her sandwich. Just then some guy came in asking for someone named Missy. Daydream looked at him. She shrugged as if to say she didn't sound familiar and went back to smearing more mayonnaise on her sanwich.
He had long wild dreadlocks and a far off look in his eye. He looked zoned out, or maybe that was just his slack jawed ape like expression. At any rate he was cute. Daydream checked him out quietly as she took a bite of her sandwich and watched the back and forth between Siren and himself. Daydream crinkled her nose a bit as he said the word "Bruh"
Be more of a surfer cliche bruh, she thought sarcastically. "That may be my fault. I like'ta eat." Daydream said almost proudly. There were good snacks here, but she wiped them out with her constant midnight snacking. Though what she ate in her dreams didn't metabolize in her body the same way. So she never really gained weight from it. "I'm Daydream, this is Siren. And yooooou arrrrre?" Daydream asked fishing for a name.
School life was so drastically.....Boring and mundane. Her brothers brother ditched out on education early but now she was stuck here. William was her oldest brother and she shared the strongest bond with. Him demanding that Aunt Lulu not give her a club spot did make her angry. Then again she still had a jacket in her closet against the wishes of her older brother. It was the only way to keep her in school and keep william from having heir parents ship he off to Timbuktu.
"Could the bell come any slower?" Her tone showed clear displeasure of the time ticking so slowly. In her mind she was ready to just explode the class room to get the hell outta here. When the bell went off she was the first one out the damn Door. Moving down the halls she was laughing as some stupid joke with her friends when she saw a skateboard over a guys shoulder. "I'll catch y'all later." She spoke after letting out a excited squeal and bounding off to the kitchen.
"Draven? Your early this week... Wheres Willy?" She asked looked around and Draven just shrugged. He was heating up some jiffy pop and it was taking to much attention. Her attention turned to the two girls with him and she rolled her eyes. It wasn't surprising to see the girls here falling over themselves for her brothers. Then again the red head was one of the goody goody's in the X team recruits. The blonde was the weird girl who never actually talked to anyone.
When the popcorn didnt start popping to fill the awkward silence she closed her eyes and started to raise her internal temp. Her finger touched the foil pan and it started to rise extremely fast. Soon there was a loud pop and popcorn flew into the air and landed all over the counters. Draven started laughing and she popped a piece into her mouth. "Whoops."
Lyla turned her attention back to Daydream as the dreaded boy got down the jiffy pop. She wrote something down and showed it to her. “My voice can charm people. Their cognition function just stops and they are completely understand my control. I can't turn it off though...so I have this nice little white board. Not everyone knows sign language.”
A sigh left her lips as she ran her fingers through her blond locks. She wished there was something she could do about it. But fact of the matter she couldn't affect herself with it. Just everyone else around her except for Daydream. She has been the only one out of everyone that wasn't affected. Lyla laid her head down as Missy walked in. Honestly she thought her nickname needed to be Prissy.
Again the thought of how any guy could swoon over her was a miracle with her attitude. ‘Spoiled brat.’ She thought. 'Then again you could get them with just one little sentence. It wouldn't be real, but they'd fall all over you.’ Lifting her head back up she looked at the two of them seeing some similarities. 'Is he her brother?’
She watched them in silence for a moment, before jumping at the loud popping of foil and the popcorn flying everywhere. She rolled her eyes at Missy's little 'whoops’. 'Whoops my ass.’
