((Sorry for lack of posts, guys. Work + school + uni applications = death.))
Jenn stepped onto the boat carefully, making sure it didn't creak or tip or anything, because you could never be too sure. Whoever this contact of Zaiku's was, they must be filthy rich, because the thing was huge and sleek and do white and clean you could probably eat off the floor or something. If, you know, you were into that sort of stuff.
There's no turning back now, she thought, not that she had any intention of doing so. Her mother's house was a deathtrap, her father was under too much stress at it was, and besides, she liked this bunch, as bizarre and freaky as they sometimes were. Zaiku was terrifying her at this point, though she tried her darnest not to let it show too much (that last little teleportation number had nearly made her spazz), Travis had declared his love in song to a total stranger, and Ruya seemed as enthusiastic about the boat as a twelve-year-old, but they were pretty cool. Looking down the row of rooms, she saw that only 4, 6, 8 and 9 were free. Picking a number, she took room 8--nice, even, and dividable by four, which for some reason attracted her. Ignoring the jolt she got as she put her hand on the knob (it was getting to be a problem), she pushed the door open. Inside, she let her bag drop to the floor, surveying the cream-and-white coloured room that smelled vaguely of antisceptic. She took her boots off to be sure not to mess anything up. The place had an armchair, a small television, a single bed, a desk, several reading lamps and a small adjacent bathroom. The tiles were white and spotless, the shower well furnished with soap and little shampoo and conditioner bottles. The wide mirror sent back her reflection: tired after a long walk, rosy-cheeked from the cold, and hair still just as staticky as ever. She washed her face and went back to her bed, sitting on it to test its springs. Secure, she laid down on her back, eyeing her ceiling fan. "This is nice," she commented finally, smiling.
