Diane
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It was late at night, and Uriel had found themselves in the common room. 

It was a bit peculiar for anyone who knew the dream-weaver well. They'd often retreat to the confines of their room in the depths of night, in case a particularly powerful dream managed to unceremoniously knock them out.

Recently, though, they'd found themselves sitting quietly near the sides of the common room, cool eyes scanning the people who'd walk past. There had been an uptick in new faces, and Uriel was determined to comfort any kids who were still frightened about the facility. 

Well, providing emotional support was one of their reasons. They had also taken it upon themselves to keep an up-to-date record the abilities various people had, and the potential problems they could cause for Uriel's craft. 

In a facility like this, everyone was armed in their own ways— and judging the potential harm someone could cause was the only thing Uriel could do to protect their physically incapable self.

The last, infinitesimally small reason was to make sure Uriel knew about any other dream-weavers before they knew of *Them*. But Uriel was sure that'd never happen— or at least so they hoped.

Regardless of their reasons, they lounged on the common room couch, tired grey eyes occasionally glancing up from their novel whenever the sound of footsteps reached their ears.
Robert
Peculiar. Truly peculiar. Levi had been in Newton's Cradle for only a short bit, being very new themselves. They had expected a rather _normal_ facility transfer, considering their background. Sure, a part of the letter they had received indicated that this place was something special, yet they didn't truly believe that right until they saw it for themselves. Children, with varying age ranges had _powers_. They had qualities that made them different, yet similar at the same time. Some even had special auras that they apparently could not see. Levi knew they saw things. The _normal_ things they saw could not be compared to the things they saw from these... Inmates? Students? 

Evans wore just an equally interesting outfit. A pink oversized hoodie that reached their thighs, a white pair of fluffy bed time sandals, and thin glasses were all that they visibly wore. Obviously, they wore clothes underneath the hoodie- which were only covered by the sheer size of it. Their legs were shaved too. Now, Levi _would_ have probably given a crap about what they wore, if not for the fact that they never wanted to be here in the first place. They were here because they were forced to. At this point, the least they could do for themselves was to wear something nice and cute- something that made them look very androgynous.

They reached the common room, seeing ethereal wiggly tendrils emanating from the lone person settled on the couch. 

They'd blink for a moment before shaking their head, choosing to just approach them, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch without any word. 

Levi would think about how to start the conversation. For a few moments, they continued to stay silent right until they finally had something to say.

"What's yur powair?" A heavy French accent would blanket their voice, choosing to now look into the person's eyes if they ever reciprocated.
Diane
Levi finds themselves facing a rather androgynous figure. Their stark white hair coils in a braid dangling from their shoulder. Snow-like lashes flit between words on a page, the only indication they heard the other taking form in the slightest raise of an eyebrow.

Gloved hands slowly— very slowly— close the book they were reading and place the title under their deep indigo poncho. They turn towards the new face, expression completely placid. To the other, it didn't seem like they were *There* At all, with unfocused, hazy grey eyes staring through the figure in front of them.

《*That's a rather forward question to ask someone, especially someone whom you've never met before.*》

The breathy, perfectly-accented French that flows from their lips takes the other by surprise. A small ghost of a smile forms on Uriel's face, and they tilt their head down to properly focus on whatever new object has caught their interest. 

Said object was a kid. Younger than Uriel, that much was obvious, although not by much. Their thin frame and long bangs made them almost seem as if they were hiding themselves— perhaps not too confident, Uriel guessed. They continued to appraise the other's appearance, taking note of any bits of information that caught their attention.

《*It might be wise to introduce yourself before asking about such subjects. You are?*》

There was a hint of amusement to their voice at the other's rather... Blunt way of going about things, but their polite demeanor masked most of the selfish entertainment they received.
Robert
Levi was caught off guard by the sudden French, evident by their eyes slightly widening in response. They initially didn't even expect them to speak French at all, though they probably knew to use that language through their own rather heavy accent. Surprise would slowly melt into embarrassment and shame at that statement, one hand rubbing the back of their neck as they sheepishly gave back a weak smile. 

They were still able to note the floating strands coming from the individual, yet they quickly lost their charm. The person's appearance was ethereal in itself, making them look like a snowflake in the void. Almost like a prince... But no, not really a prince. Almost like a princess... But not that as well. They looked and spoke like... _royalty._ Yes, that seemed to be the correct and appropriate term in this instance. 

< _"Sorry... I'm not thinking straight... Shouldn't even be awake at this time..."_ Levi would murmur before subsequently yawning, whispers of _doctors orders_ and _meds_ slipping through their yawns, as if they meant to say something, yet was interrupted by automatic bodily functions. < _"The name's Levi Evans. Just call me... Levi or Evans... How about you?"_ >

The Frenchie returned with their own French.
Diane
《*There's no need to apologize. After all, people here are probably the first other para-humans you've met. It would be quite a lot to ask of you to rein in that excitement so early on.* 》

Their voice follows a bit of a sing-song rhythm as they toy with the end of their sentences. Uriel pats the spot on the couch next to them, looking over at Levi with the silent question of 'join me?'. 

《*My name is Uriel Melançon. I use they/them pronouns, but besides that, you may call me whatever you'd like.* 》

As Levi yawns, Uriel's head tilts ever-so-slightly, their gloved hand tapping their chin in thought. 

《*You're... Tired. Is this why you've come to see me, then?*》 A small flutter of happiness grew in Uriel's chest. Did the other people in the Cradle think Uriel could help with such tasks, and could trust them with a small part of their life? The thought made them a bit giddy. They *Were* Helping people— and the fact they were seen in a positive manner by the Cradle made a soft smile bloom on Uriel's face.

《*In that case, I'm ever grateful you decided to put your trust in me.*》
Robert
Being offered a seat next to them, the pink oversized-hoodie wearing fellow would scooch on over. Their figure would relax on the soft cushions and pillows beneath them, emanating a sigh of satisfied relief. They'd nod at the first statement, relieved that they didn't take their bluntness to heart. They didn't mean any harm- and in fact actually wanted to make friends. Thankfully, Uriel was a benevolent receiver, allowing them to continue the conversation without any hiccup. 

_< Mmm... I see...>_

Their name sounded familiar. Their first name sounded like it came from one of the Abrahamic religions. Either of those 3 were unfit for anything more modern. Their last name, however, was something that they could understand just a bit more. Melancholy was easy to connect with their surname. What its actual meaning however, was still lost to them. 

Their eyes would widen a bit when they realized that they had just met yet another non-binary friend. _< How do you do fellow enby? >_ An emphasis was placed on _fellow_, indicating that they _too_ preferred they/them pronouns. 

Now feeling much more light-hearted, they offered a soft smile, not letting their tiredness overrule the conversation. _< Yeah! I think you're the person- Do you have any Zolpidem? Zopiclone? If you don't have those two, I'm fine with Cyclobenzaprine. I'm still adjusting my schedule and prescriptions with the staff here- but I really need one. How much do you charge? >_

Obviously, when Levi heard from others that a tall white-haired student helped people with sleep, they didn't account for anything _creative_ and out of the ordinary. It seemed that they expected medicinal drugs from them.

What was interesting though was the accurate pill names offered. They _knew_ what they needed- which meant that they used it a lot.