[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2c7919d1c6222c4f923a38e3e509c948/tumblr_inline_odikgj8J1Y1rifr4k_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] X-Mansion 
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f1/42/7a/f1427ad677d3f5ce8f2c1f9bef0daa87.jpg]~Fit Check~[/url] [hr][hr][/center]	[i][color=cc33ff]I'm fine,[/color][/i] Guin brushed off Pietro's concern. It was kind of him to care, but when her mind started to circle this drain of despair, it was easier to push people away than to pull them in close. And truthfully, she had almost gotten used to this - to this feeling that came and went like the tides, always retreating but always returning. She didn't know when it would stop - maybe it never would, maybe she'd be in this cycle forever. 

	As Annie suggested that they could stop now and turn in early, Guin shrugged. [color=cc33ff]"It's up to you, fam - I'm game for whatever,"[/color] she said. 

	That seemed to be the choice Annie and Pietro made, and Guin didn't complain - she followed along after them, heading back into the Mansion, her head racing with thoughts that were too jumbled up to recount, all of which came to the same basic conclusions. Try as she might to push them aside, they continued coming, pushing into her skull. She turned her head, seeing the car, and huffed slightly. [color=cc33ff]"Hooray, new people - that's just what we need right now. More of them."[/color]	

[hr]	Truthfully, Runa didn't care much for sodas - they were far too sweet for her liking. She preferred things that were bitter, or that would scorch the back of her throat as she drank them. Mead was for more than just merriment - it had a practical purpose, warming their body on a cold winter's eve. However, turning her nose up at a drink was not something a respectful Asgardian did - it would be incredibly rude. So Runa smiled politely. "That would be lovely," she said, nodding her head to Bethany, before following her and Lance inside to the kitchen. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=f26522]Avery Spellman[/color]
[img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/86cec6d38d47218f7dafbb840a74b7f1/2089eac01cae8eb6-05/s250x400/1e755ce4912f22c6e13fb41c2a3d9d26d767286b.gif[/img][/b][/h3][hr][b][color=f26522]Location:[/color][/b] X-Mansion
[b][color=f26522]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRgY7v9UXHqCy_w1YoKfbMi6qOsIUd6oH6uUEDMJqdxQQ&s]~Fit Check~[/url][hr][hr][/center]	Logically, Avery knew that Carolina was right - that there was a very slim chance Klara even knew that Avery had been the one to do it, assuming she remembered the events at all. But knowing something and [i]knowing[/i] something were two different things. So while the odds were low that anything would happen, Avery couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. And if there was one thing they were trying to do more in this new life, it was listening to their own feelings - to trust their gut and their intuition. 

	And in this situation, their gut [i]really[/i] wanted them to go hide in the attic. 

	So they gave Carolina's hand a squeeze, and smiled at her slightly. [color=f26522]"There might be fun stuff up there,"[/color] they pointed out, trying to lighten things a bit. [color=f26522]"...Or old training uniforms."[/color] But either way, it was what they wanted to do - and they were curious, it was an area of the mansion they'd never really explored before, and it would be as good an excuse as any - far more respectable than hiding in their room.