Hapi stopped as Skye came up to her and questioned her as to her whereabouts and for a moment she seemed stumped, as if trying to think about what to say. "Umm, Hapi was in her room," She held up a wing as if counting things off on her fingers, only she didn't have fingers which made the gesture completely pointless and just a little comical. "Then she was out in the garden, then she was on the roof, then she was in the laundry room, then she was in the kitchen and then she was here!" She smiled cheerfully as she finished her completely unnecessary recap on everywhere she had been that day.

Mitch glanced at the passing dragon, who leered at him as he passed, but brushed it off, favouring the Naga who had give him a smile, and giving her a grin and a wave. Then, he smiled to the green-haired girl, who introduced herself as Karaiyah, stooping to take her hand in both if his and shake it. "Thank you, Karaiyah," he nodded, a mischievous smirk finding its way onto his face. "Nice name. And don't worry, I'm used to it. I can handle a mouthful, too." He had to laugh. If only she knew. Clearing his throat, Mitch straightened himself from his stoop and stood aside, ready for Karaiyah to take the lead. "Lead the way, I guess." He figured he was going to like this place.

Karaiyah grinned at Mitch's response, laughing as she pulled him down the hallway by the hand. "These first ones are occupied by me and the other tenants here. Since the rooms are distributed in order of arrival, yours will be right next to mine since I was the newest before you. Funny how things work out, yeah?" She pointed to the door with her name, then the blank one next to it. "There's your humble abode. Any questions or anything else you want to see?" She giggled, winking. "Within reason, of course."

Skye smiled when Hapi told her everywhere she had been. Although Skye only wanted to know the most recent place, and found the additional locations a bit unnecessary. "Hapi, have you done anything you weren't supposed to do?" She'd find out eventually anyway, but wanted to see if Hapi would say if she took anything. --- Sorcha jumped herself when the girl jumped. But nodded when the girl pointed out the Oasis. She looked scared herself, so Sorcha thought up something. "Together?" she asked, suggesting that they go towards the building together. Maybe make a friend on her first day too. She waited for an answer, and couldn't keep still due to her nervousness.

Mitch's eyebrows raised a bit when he was pulled down the hall by his hand, but he didn't object; he didn't seem to mind Kai's company at all. Opening his door when they arrived, he found a modest room, much more welcoming and private than a prison block, and looked upon it as if it were a palace. He'd stayed with a new... 'friend' the night before in a nice condo, but this little room seemed even more inviting. He didn't hesitate to enter, setting his duffel bag down at the foot of the bed, pushed against one wall. Promptly sitting down and opening the bag, he glanced up to Karaiyah. "Uh, yeah actually." He sat up from his work and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you know if there are any heating pads or anything here? If not that's fine, I can probably buy a heat lamp soon..." He grinned modestly. "It's uh... It's a Myth thing, you know?"

Seeing that everyone was doing well, Marisol went right back to cleaning, doing some rather precarious work standing on a chair to clean the small hanging light over the table. balanced rather recklessly, she reached up and started to dust it with an old-fashioned feather duster.

The taxi driver turned around in his seat only slightly. **"Here's the place, lady."** his tone was unamused, not wanting to cater to any humans let alone a myth. Juniper was lucky that she looked pretty human, but the request of location gave her away. *"Thanks"* she cooed, slipping the money over the chair and into the man's hand. **"Get out."** he demanded, and Juni quickly made her exit. Flipping the bird to him before he sped off Juniper took in the building. It was humble, but friendly enough. *"I can't wait to take a shower..or better yet, a bath."* the woman thought to herself pulling her backpack on to her back and walking up the front doorway. She knocked heavily without much hesitation. Anywhere was better than prison, and she wanted to get in as soon as she could. *"Helloo?"* Juniper called out, taking a peek into the window, there was definitely lots of movement inside, so someone was bound to answer the door.

Marisol let out a little huff. Another new tenant? She carefully got herself down from the chair and answered the door, putting on an honest smile "Hola, Are you here for Oasis?" she asked

Fallon hesitated and was about to decline when her brain screamed yes and it seemed to slip out her mouth. After shouting yes she quickly tried to reassure the girl she wasn't crazy "I mean yes, that would be nice....I think....I mean I have been meaning to go in its just I've been going in circles for a half hour and.....ummm Nevermind lets go" she steps forward the phrase "don't babble" playing in her head, so much so she forgets she is using human legs and nearly does a back flip stumbling forward, correcting herself, but looking like a baby giraffe in the process.

Karaiyah pursed her lips, before frowning. "That's the thing, there were none here when I got here either and I am... accustomed to warmer temperatures too. You can have mine, if you wish? I can go out to get another one today. I need to get a set of silverware, anyways. Don't ask. I'll bring the heat pad over once you're settled. If you don't mind me asking, what Myth are you? I'm having a difficult time figuring it out. Might be because I don't get out much, I guess."

**"Hola, Are you here for Oasis?"** a woman answered as the door swung open. *"Si."* Juniper replied with a small smirk pasted across her lips. Her Spanish was practically non existent but she felt good about knowing how to say yes. She had a Latin lover once after all. *"I'm here for Oasis."* Juniper urged again, adjusting her backpack slightly on her back. *"I heard that this was a safe place for people like me."* she cooed, moving a little forward into the doorway. *"Do you need my papers or anything? I have them if you do."* she started taking her backpack off and rummaging through the mess of clothes, paper, and other crap they had given back to her when she was released from prison. Holding out the documents she let the woman examine it before moving any farther within the house.

"oh, non non come along inside" She opened the door further for her "Pick an empty room upstairs, and be sure to read the rules" She pointed to the rules on the wall "If you have any questions, please ask me. I am Marisol, I run this place"

Mitch stood up, walking over to Karaiyah as she spoke. "It's okay, I'll survive. I'll just be a little sluggish for a while, that's all." He grinned and puffed his chest in a mock show of bravado. "Nothing a little sunbathing won't cure." At her question, he grinned, leaning up against the door frame. "Oh no, it's fine," he consoled at Karaiyah's apparent embarrassment, "We're not very common, and we don't really have very many physical cues." Leaning down, he pointed to his eyes, slitted like a snake's. "I'm an Encantado. Snake in human form, basically. Don't worry, I don't bite-" he smiled, showing off his fang-like canines, "-hard." Laughing, he stood straight again, crossing his arms. His joking manner aside, he quipped, "But yeah, cold-blooded, yada yada. Nothing special, really." He smiled, more warmly than sarcastically. "But what about you? You look almost human, but there must be a catch for you to be living here."

Hapi was a little restless, shifting from claw to claw and occasionally flapping her wings a little. She felt like she was forgetting something. She'd been doing something but then something else had happened. "Hapi was..." A look of painful concentration crossed her face as she seemed to be trying to force herself to remember. "Ghaaaa... Mmmmh... Ummm... Hapi...can't remember!" She apparently gave up on trying to remember, turning to look up at Skye with a smile. After a moment her smile slipped into an expression of mild confusion. "Who're you?"

She raised her eyebrow at his biting comment, her tone playful. "Oh, biting isn't a problem for me." Her lips upturned as she spoke, and even though she was composed and bold her light blush betrayed her. "Ecantado, huh? The eyes are surprising, but not necessarily bad. I'm a Siren. Yknow, luring men to their deaths with song and all. I, however, go to all lengths to avoid singing around those who may be affected by my song. It usually only affects humans, but as luck would have it I once encaptured a man I was involved with. I thought it wouldn't affect him because he was a Myth, but as soon as he heard it his eyes glazed over and he was never the same." She cleared her throat. "I didn't mean for that to, uh. Um. Anyways. Siren. Yeah. Like, I try really hard to not be a Siren. I just like to swim and sing, you know? I don't want to KILL anyone." She mumbled the rest, eyes downcasting. _Awesome. Now he's gonna think I'm just trying to kill him or something. Ah, shit._

**"Oh, non non come along inside"** The woman insisted opening the door for Juniper to come inside. She nodded with a cheeky grin. **"Pick an empty room upstairs, and be sure to read the rules"** the woman commented, pointing towards a framed plaque on the wall. **"If you have any questions, please ask me. I am Marisol, I run this place"** the woman commented again, and Juniper nodded. *"I'm Juniper. It's a pleasure to meet you Marisol, and"* Juniper paused a moment before speaking again, *"And thank you."* Shoving her things back into her bag, she decided that she would read the rules at another time. She wasn't one for rules, so it was better to just keep on the down low and hope that anything she did wasn't on the forbidden list. Climbing up the stairs she noticed how much life was between these walls, a collection of voices and sounds all swirling into the atmosphere. Opening one of the doors, she peeked in carefully to make sure it was empty. It seemed innocent enough, everything was still in place and there was no sign of bags of any sort. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she tossed her bag onto the floor, leaving the door open. She raced to the bed and landed onto her stomach, taking in the scents and textures. This was heaven in comparison to the prison.

Mitch had to laugh at Karaiyah. "Haha, don't be so tough on yourself, gorgeous. I've never heard of an Encantado scared away by a little music." Winking, he added, "We're known for our musical affinities, in fact. That and being bed-hopping party animals." He shrugged. "Hey, it's true." Glancing around, a smirk found its way to his face. This girl was a flirt, no way around it. He could more than handle flirts. Hell, he used to be paid to be one. But was it her nature speaking, like his so often did, or was it just a personality quirk? Either way, he found it pretty endearing. He wasn't blind to her blushing, though; that wasn't something he was used to. The people he was used to flirting with --men and women alike-- weren't exactly the 'blushing' type. Their flirting was all in good fun, right? At a sudden loss for things to say, he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "So, uh, what are the rules around here? Is everyone an ex-con, or are some people here for other reasons?" He thought for a moment and added with a laugh, "Can I drink?"

Marisol smiled as Juniper left, and got right back to cleaning. She was nearly done, too

"Depends. Most are ex cons, but nobody here is terribly psychotic or dangerous to the rest. I assume you're an ex con?" Karaiyah then rolled her eyes, tone fake condescending. "No, you can't drink in the house. What do you take us for, animals?" She paused, eyes alighting slightly. "You're musical? Do you sing? Can I hear?" Her virtuoso nature got the best of her as her speech increased in speed, making her hardly understandable.

Mitch made a pouting face, which only lasted for about two seconds as Karaiyah moved on to something else. So she was intrigued by music, eh? Honestly, it made sense. One tried not to make racial assumptions, but some Myth things weren't to be ignored. Or, at least, made a good excuse. He was happy that she shared his love of music, but wanted to have a little fun first. "Ah-ah-ah," he teased, falling back into an old rhythm, "Darling, people have paid good money to hear me sing, and you won't even sing for me in return. You're not the only one worried about hypnotizing, you know." He feigned heartbreak, but with a devilish wink. He figured she wouldn't take a bit of teasing the wrong way. Remebering her question, he snapped out of it and said, "Yeah. Four years, but released early on good behaviour." He looked up, feigning deep thought. "Let's see, what did they get me on... Ah yes, assault with a deadly weapon, solicitation and identity theft." He counted them off on his fingers. "However I *do* have a valid reason for *one* of them." It took him a moment to remember that not everyone took nicely to ex-prostitutes and near-murderers. Serious now, he cleared his throat once more and muttered, "Uh, sorry, TMI..." --------- **EDITED**