Leslie
The men's locker room smelled of sweat, men's soap, deodorant and shampoo filled it along with steam from the shower area. In one of the stalls Rai removed her mask to wash the exterior, deep in thought while she is thinking about the weird girls who dropped in last night at the garden. Before she speaks, she slip the mask on and turn her head to the direction of the wall. "H-Hey... Is ginger and Uriel here...?" She asked, sounding a bit nervous.
Wai
"Hm? Oh, uh, yeah, in a minute," Owen replied to the familiar voice. He finished shaking out his hair from having it tied up all day, and quickly swiped it back over his face. 
Nearly stumbling into a wall, he somehow pulled his shirt over his head and made it into the next room without breaking his nose.
Mary
Uriel is sitting in the men's locker room, fidgeting slightly. They look past the lockers, breathing a sigh of relief when they see Owen. 

"...Remind me why we decided to meet in the men's locker room when the majority of us are not men?" Uriel sighs, looking around nervously.
Leslie
Probably the only person who might know Rai is female would be Uriel. "Its rude to assume someone's gender... Don't you go by they and them pronouns?" Raizel lightly chided him. "Well, its after P.E s-so I figure maybe its a good time to talk?" A lot of the other guys already went in before them to shower before leaving, its just them left inside the locker room for now.
Wai
Owen idly scratched at the edge of his scar, up on the side of his neck. Even as a dude, locker rooms unsettled him. "So... I guess we've all been thinking about the whatever-that-was, eh? Any idea what we're gonna do?" One of his heels is bouncing softly; he doesn't really notice.
Mary
"I don't believe this is something that can be done by force. Truthfully, I doubt how much we can do from this point on." 

Uriel takes out their water bottle, and takes a drink of their caffeinated tea. 

"I'll try and snoop in the sister's dreams, just to make sure they're telling the truth. I dislike using my powers in morally dubious circumstances, but..." 

They sigh. 

"I don't think I'll be able to contact the missing girl via dreams, but I'll try to do so anyway. She's too far away, and without a concrete location, it would be difficult." 

A pause. Uriel is clearly annoyed at themselves— their eyebrows knit, and their grip around the bottles tightens. 

"Either way, hopefully I could gather intel from people working at the facility about her location and how she's being treated. It shouldn't be too hard to whisper the slightest hint of her name into an higher up's subconscious, and analyze the dream for clues."
Leslie
"I-I don't know... I get th-this feeling that Annika could be hiding from them? You-You know how it goes... You're close to someone b-but sometimes you can't handle their fl-flaws anymore... Th-they already proven themselves c-capable enough killing and mutilating animals... A-and they don't really think ahead or r-reconsider their actions that will have e-effect on others.." Rai starts washing her hair with a herbal, floral scented shampoo that leaked out from her stall. Then a bone rattling noise could be heard in her general area. "I-I was thinking about... M-maybe we should go visit the missing girl... So... You can help t-talk to her? I-I don't think you've met her yet..."
Wai
"I haven't met her, no," Owen said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I don't know her whole story, but from what I gather, she was a little worse for wear, yeah?" He fiddled with his fingers, thinking carefully. "Think we should tell her about her sisters turning up?"
Mary
Uriel nodded. 

"It's a little odd how secretive Admin was being in the ah... " 

They tap their phone.

"Thing. If nothing was truly going on, then they'd be able to talk to their sister easily, correct?"
Leslie
"I d-don't want to get in-into this... W-we don't know any of them..." Rai said, now rinsing the water from her coffee highlighted hair. "I-I just feel like w-we should talk to Annika f-first s-so we know what we-were dealing with." Her mask fell from her face after the rinse before dropping to the floor with a woody clunk. "....!?" And she goes to reach for it but her foot knocked it sliding into the other stall. It is faced up with two hollowed dark eyes that are now glowing, staring up at the ceiling.
Mary
Uriel's eyes flutter close, and they go on their hands and knees and crawl in the other stall, looking for the mask. 

"I'll close my eyes— I don't want to take away the choice to show your face or not from you." Uriel says, fully entering the other stall and opening their eyes once they're facing the opposite direction.
Wai
"Oh, that's a cool mask", Owen murmured, mostly to himself. His nerves had been frayed lately, and making noise seemed to be helping. 

"An-anyway, how are we going to go about this? Feels a little strange to just barge in and tell her about her sisters showing up, seems like it's gonna be a big deal for her," 

Ever restless, his fingers found a few strands of hair that had spilled over his shoulder, idly braiding and un-braiding them. His eyes couldn't seem to find a suitable place to rest lately, either.
Leslie
"Th-then do you have any other i-ideas?" Rai asked, her voice sounding much softer without her mask on. She was gonna crawl out to get it until Uriel was the one to go into the other stall to get it. "Uh... Uhhh.."
Mary
Uriel returns from the stall, their clothes considerably more dirty from crawling around on the ground. With still-shut eyes, they wordlessly hand over the mask to Rai.
Wai
Owen sighed. "No, I really don't," He admitted, thinking as he went. "Maybe it would just be better to blurt it out, get it over with." He snorted. "The facility's not going to help us anyway, looks like, so..." Trailing off, he made a low humming noise in his throat, the wheels in his head turning in uncomfortable patterns.
Leslie
"We w-will do what we can? M-maybe other students who kn-knows her better m-might need to know?" There was a sound of rattling from her mask when peers out from behind the shower curtain. "I-I am unsure what else to do... Maybe they might?" As she reaches out towards the mask, taking a step forward, she freaking steps on a bar of soap. The poor girl collided into Uriel with a surprised yelp. Good news, she's in her primitive under clothes of primitive hide.
Mary
Uriel, relatively tall but fatally weak, falls back on their ass against the wall of the stall they just crawled out of. 

"Ow..." They groan, rubbing their bruised tailbone and shakily standing up. 

"Unfortunately, it's quite obvious how... Weak I am." Uriel sighs. "I don't believe I'll be any use in combat, so I'd rather not do anything rash." 

They grab their left elbow and tuck it to the side of their chest nervously, looking at Owen nervously. 

"Ah— um, speaking of combat, you and everyone else, save Rai of course, just found out about my powers... It would mean a lot to me if you'd keep quiet about what they were, if you don't mind."
Wai
"Yeah, of course, Uriel," Owen swore sincerely. "I'm not entirely clear on what they are, so what's there to spill anyhow!" He chuckled lightly, and then his expression shifted back to seriousness. "I won't press you. Or blab about it." A short not for punctuation, and then he turned to offer Rai his hand. Was only polite.
Leslie
Rai was quick enough to shove the mask onto her face before landing onto Uriel for cushioning. They hit they knee against the wet tile that caused them sit up, holding it in annoyance and pain. They wore a tribal bikini she'd used when going out in swims which had the native laces, markings and it covered her form decently. She had some old scars of wild animal bites, scratches and a few bullet wounds that marked her athletic form. Around her waste is a strap of weaved clothe made of fine cedar to cover her lower half like a skirt. "O-Ouchie-chi!" She was of course, squinting her eyes at the bruise forming on her knee. This girl, obviously, she is a girl has shorter hair and toned muscles out of the three. When she seen Owen's hand, she takes it and gets some help up while pulling Uriel along to get them back onto their feet.
Mary
Uriel's eyes lit up in surprise at Owen's remark. 

*He... Wasn't paying attention when I was talking about going into personnel's dreams, was he?* 

Uriel couldn't help but laugh a little at that. It seemed like something Uriel themselves would do, and ultimately endeared the yet-unfamiliar character of Owen to Uriel. 

Uriel looks over at Rai's outfit, just noticing how... Little there was. 

"Don't you get cold, Rai? Speaking of, it was so cold outside the family, especially for Sweden. You might want to get some rest soon, to make sure you don't get sick." 

Something about Uriel's sleeping abilities made their core temperature drop ever so slightly, as if to mimic how the body usually gets colder during sleep. They're bundled in a long scarf and earmuffs, with their usual poncho wrapped around protectively.
Wai
Owen couldn't help but notice that both of these people were really cold. They were plenty friendly, but literally really cold. Maybe he was just unreasonably warm?

"I, ah, might be able to help with the chill- even before my power manifested, I was told a lot that I was a walking furnace, heh," He chucked softly to himself. 

Taking a deep breath in, he focused his attention on his core, nudging his power ever so slightly. Upon exhaling, he drew it out to his skin; not enough to bring out his shield completely, but faint streaks of red and gold faintly flickered across his arms and face. He shook the excess energy out of his hands, and for a few moments the air warmed ever so slightly. 

"Uhm. Trying to get a little better at that."
Leslie
Rai's glowing eyes on her mask turned into upside down crescents when Uriel and Owen noted about the cold. "I'm s-sorry, that would be me.." She said, grabbing a towel from the hanger. "I'm s-sort of a totem monster... F-from Canada... Being with people is weird." And of course, no shame in dressing in front of others since she doesn't understand social standards all too well yet. The only thing she is shy about is her face that she keeps hidden behind a mask.
Mary
Uriel shuffled over towards Owen, and rubs their own eyes as a wave of sleepiness hits them. 

"So... Comfy." Uriel yawns. "What a useful power." They take out their bottle of caffeinated tea, and inch it towards Owen's leg until the metal touches. *Hopefully, that'll keep it warmer for longer...*

"Raizel, I've told you this before— wear your abilities with pride. There's no need to hide what you can use to protect others." They smile.

Uriel clears their throat. 

"I think we should help them. Johanna, or her sister. Whatever the situation is... We should see it through, and try to resolve it." 

They sigh, and pull the neck of their poncho closer to their chin. 

"I'd like to do something good with this ability of mine... Although, considering what happened with Vance, I'm not too hopeful."
Leslie
Raizel puts on a white long sleeved shirt and simple jeans before adjusting the belt to keep them up. With her figure, it would be easy to mistake her to be a male at a glance. The entire time she had her back turned to them, nonchalantly slipping on her classic hide jacket that was dyed in natural blue color. The bone necklace rattled when she puts it on, listening to them. "V-Vance is cranky... And prideful, o-of course it wouldn't w-work."
Mary
"I—it wasn't intentional! I got.. Sucked into one of his dreams, and he... Did not respond well to me seeing that part of his life." 

Uriel sighed. 

"I can't blame him, although I'm less than enthused to finally meet him in person. He called me a pervert, and gave me a pretty bad nosebleed."
Wai
"You walk through dreams, right-" Owen snapped his fingers when the thought came back to him. "That sounds really rough, mate, don't beat yourself up about it." 

He tilted his head toward their water bottle, and grinned lopsidedly. "I can heat that a little more if you want, the little things, I'm getting good at!" He waggled his fingers for emphasis, letting soft flares of his half-awake shield dance through his fingertips for emphasis. When he wasn't scared of it, his power could be really cool.
Leslie
"Oh... Unintentional breach of p-privacy?" Rai said, now curious about Owen's heating abilities. "Well... I-I think you're kind and patient enough to handle the girl's issues through their dreams... People isn't m-my strong suit." And she turns to Uriel, raising her hand up. "Or I can chill that bottle water." Two options. Cold or hot water?
Mary
"It's tea, so I'd prefer it hot. And... Oh, I was going to keep my abilities secret, wasn't I?" 

Uriel sighs, but doesn't appear too annoyed by the ordeal. 

"I'm a bad liar, anyway, and if we're really going to do this mission than it would be inevitable. Thank you for the warm tea, Owen— it seems only fair I repay you in kind with my ability in turn. What would you like to dream about tonight?" Uriel states unblinking at Owen, their focus completely and intensely on the boy. 

"Anything you'd like. Don't be shy— I'd like to make you happy."
Leslie
"Would it be like the couple outside you seen?" Rai asked curiously.
Mary
Uriel looks physically nauseous. They squint their eyes, and noticeably scoot away from Owen.

"Please don't mention that. T-that's, uh, no."
Wai
Owen lifted his shield from his arm, careful not to charge it too quickly. It made a soft *Clink* When he gingerly took the water bottle. His focus was broken when Uriel spoke next, however- his eyes widened a little, and a rather undignified sound escaped his throat.

"R-really?" Wow. What on earth was he going to ask for? His uncovered hand was getting a little warmer than comfort, signalling that he might accidentally burn Uriel's tongue if he kept going. 

"Well," He mused, handing back the tea, "I haven't had a particularly pleasant dream in a while; hm. If you insist, maybe one of those dreams where you can breathe underwater?" An old memory came back to him, and he smiled again. "I remember an old dream I had, when I was maybe 8? A whale shark scooped me up and sped me through this beautiful underwater garden. It felt like flying." He zoned out for a moment, and snapped back. 

"Yeah. That feeling. That's a good feeling." He hoped that was a clear enough answer- it wasn't every day one was offered a kindness like *This*.

"Can I even ask that of you?!" I don't want to make you exert yourself when you're supposed to be resting!" He spluttered, his train of thought derailed by his (admittedly delayed) common sense.
Mary
Uriel smiles, and gives a breathy little laugh. 

"Of course I can fulfill a request like that. Environments are easy— people, on the other hand, not so. There's no need to worry about my own health, either; it's either being dragged into someone else's dream, or giving someone a good one. I'm always tired— at this point, I've gotten used to it."
Leslie
Rai gave Uriel a strange look before shrugging. "Uriel knows bad stuff?" They tilt their head to the side questioningly before dropping it when Owen starts to speak. The girl wandered off now wanting to find some sort of distraction from the other two and the crazy bitch situation. During the chattering from Owen talking about flying sharks, Rai's mouth morphed into a maw full of sharp teeth. Clicking her jaws before widening her mouth to chomp down on the side of the locker door. It was stressful. Two girls killing animals, Annika being associated with them, the facility being sketchy, the oppression having to try live like a "Normal" Person by their standards. It was a lot for a teen to take. She hadn't mauled on anything to relieve herself from it all.
Wai
Owen's eyes followed Rai as she ran off; he would have said something, but she was gone a moment before he could say anything. All he could hope was that they'd be okay. He thought for a moment, and turned back to Uriel. 

"I'm, uh, awake at odd hours sometimes... I usually go for a walk or make some hot chocolate when I feel like it- if you're- if you find me in the kitchen in the wee hours, I'd be happy to share some with you." His eyes scrambled to find an inconspicuous place to rest, but he made them pick one of Uriel's eyebrows. That's fine. This social interaction was going swimmingly.
Mary
"That sounds wonderful— I haven't had that drink since my mother made it for me as a child, and I'd love to taste it again. I, as well, often sleep odd hours, so I most certainly will see you again... But, another day, where the activities of the day weigh less heavily on my weak body." Uriel smiles, and exchanges their Intranet handle with Owen.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Owen. I do hope to learn more about you in the future." 

Uriel smiles, a yawn punctuating their sentence. 

"Sweet dreams." They say, almost coy, disappearing into the darkness of the corridor. 

—

That night, Owen closes his eyes, slightly nervous as to what his dreams will hold. As he eventually settles his nerves and drifts off to sleep, color blooms underneath his eyelids, and he's somewhere else. 

Beautiful pink coral reefs. Blue, almost green waves break against the side of a pink sand beach. An orange sun beats down onto the scene, basking everything in an almost popsicle-colored glow. 

As the beach is consumed by the rising tide, Owen finds himself on the back of a whale— no, not *A* Whale, *The* Whale, the very same one from his childhood dream all these years ago. It almost winked at him, as if greeting an old friend. 

He's brought down into an underwater court, where sea creatures and mermaids of all kinds greet him with a smile. They dance and make merry with Owen the whole day, showing him the various areas of the kingdom and treating him to the finest cuisine Atlantis has to offer. 

When night falls, he finds himself on a sandbank, gazing out on the pitch black surface of the ocean and the equally dark, clear sky. 

As Owen finds himself drifting off to sleep, the constellations in the sky seem to reach their arms out and gesture for him to follow. 

Owen's conscious realizes the end of the dream is nigh. It attempts to cling onto the loose strings of the tapestry Uriel has weaved, almost pleading for more, to no avail.

The dream starts to crumble around Owen. As everything dissolved, Owen sees one last flash of white hair tied in a braid, hears one last airy laugh, and everything dissolves. 

—