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[mad_asahatter]

Despite having her own room, her own space to decorate -whether anyone liked it or not, and her own time to come and go without disturbing anyone, Ophelia was missing the companionship that came with a room mate. It wasn't so much the companionship as the steady flow of emotional connection. Even with everyone being so close, with the walls being

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[obx_spc_dylan]

Jesse was mellow, even a little bored, when he got off work. It was rainy again and after the little bit of a cold he got after the last time he played in the rain, he wasn't looking to go stomping in any puddles.

Heading to the mess hall for a little grub, Jesse slowed to a stop as he reached the doors. He felt like he was being watched and it was making him anxious. His eyes darted around but he couldn't see anything. Didn't mean there wasn't anything there though. Actually, the fact that they were being sneaky about it made it worse.

Jesse hurried into the hall and quickly shut the doors and locked them. He jumped when he saw Phe out of the corner of his eye, then relaxed when he recognized the crazy girl. "There's someone out there. I think we're about to be attacked again. It's safe in here but we should still hide." His hand went to the gunshot scar on his shoulder. "Yeah, we should definitely hide."

[mad_asahatter]

She paused in her movements, hand poised to reach her mouth with a slice of bread just there. It was unusual, that much she reckoned, for someone of a military position to be so jumpy. Then again, perhaps he was right.

Climbing to knee on the table, peering out the window, Ophelia tried to locate anyone she didn't recognise -there were a few less than familiar signatures, she was finding that more and more common once again, but nothing that bore any kind of ill will, save for the feral that constantly gave off murderous intentions.

"Think you're wrong, dear Captain to be. But best be careful, and prepared to see." Clambering from the table, Ophelia pushed into the deserted mess, grabbing a spoon and a spatula. "Arm yourself."

If she bothered to check, she might've found that she'd done it herself, but at the moment, she wasn't exactly looking for the cause of his jumpy nature.

[obx_spc_dylan]

He watched her nervously as she peeked out the window. "What are you doing? They could see you!" He whispered as he backed into the corner behind the serving area. "What if they are blocking you? They could probably do that. They probably know all about your powers now after the last time they broke in."

Something she said made his eyes grow wide. "Captain to be? You don't think they are after me this time, do you? Because I haven't earned a rank or anything. I'm nobody. I'm nobody!" He shouted at the doors to the imaginary kidnappers. Gone was his usual confidence or cockiness depending on the day. And when she said to arm himself he figured he could do better than that. Those serving trays were metal and heavy. They could probably stop a bullet. He grabbed a big one and wedged his arm inside to use like a shield and the smaller one went on his head like a helmet.

[mad_asahatter]

Now those were good points, and Phe suddenly found herself glancing towards the walls again, this time wondering if the possibility was there. She'd managed to protect herself the last time because of her powers, because they weren't blocking out empaths, it was how she'd taken a dozen men to their knees with unrestrained anguish.

While Jesse shouted at the doors, Ophelia edged closer to them, her spoon and spatula in her hand poised for attack, and peered through the glass at the top of the door. "It's not bright, not light, can't see to fight. Could be the end, could be the start, if we're willing to play this part."

Stress, anxiousness, worry, fear. She couldn't actually figure out where the hell it was coming from, possibly Jesse, but there wasn't really a reason for it, but Phe still found herself getting pulled down into it.