Angela
Finley rested at one of the tables inside the common area, a book settled on the table in front of them. With monitored access to a limited internet, they found themselves straying from technology more and more. If it were able to be said, they'd quietly note their own criticisms on Newton's Cradle. After all - "The scarf" Still rested over a door handle in their room.

Nursing a warmed cup of coffee in a spindly hand, Finley observed passerby over their book, something revolving around poetry, maybe. They weren't entirely paying attention.
Amos
There was clicking sounds coming from claws that trots down the hallway from Rai who was now in her other form. Somewhat humanoid, she stood on her hind digitigrade legs with slightly longer arms with larger claw-like hands. Swaying behind her is a long black tail that looks like a vein with appendages. Her face look like some sort of creature carved from wood that is painted in black with red, silver and blue markings. Between her clawlike fingers are webbings, dorsal fins on her tail, back and little fins behind her pointed ears. If she really wanted to, Raizel could stand very still to appear as an indoor sculpture that would cost thousands of dollars for the craftsmanship. Why is she in this form? Stress! Lots and lots of stress! She's not use to being confined by strangers and being locked up with so many rules! Then the chewing begins! It all started in the locker room until her sharp teeth wanted to nibble on more things. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! She begins chewing on the corner of the wall.
Diane
Uriel stops in the hallway, their eyes drifting between the two people of interest residing in front of them: A rather scary looking dog, and a person who looked uncannily similar.

They blinked twice, still standing in the door way. 

"Oh, I'm still asleep." Uriel declared into the air. It's been a while since they confused the dream world for the real one, but it wasn't the first time. Perhaps the adjustment to the facility threw off his senses.
Angela
"No," Finley sighed, sitting back in their chair. They flexed their fingers in front of them, trying not to look at the gigantic pokemon who had taken to eating the wall. Facilities would just have to deal with that - Finley had seen enough this week between the angels and the weird messaging with the staff. "You are not. Unless I also am, which would not be wholly unheard of."

They gestured to Rai without looking.

"It's a pokemon."
Amos
Raizelmon was still gnawing at the wall growling with fangs deep into the foundation with a slick drool dripping from the corner of her maw. Their tail swaying behind them which neariy swiped over Uriel's dainty head, causing a freezing draft from the movement.
Diane
"Po.. Kemon?" Uriel mutters. "I've never heard of such a thing, but this world does have fantastical creatures."

They sit next to Finley and *Stare*, judging the structures of their face. The more Uriel looked, the more they convinced themselves that yes, this person must be related to them.

"Your hair— you're not one of the Melancon family, are you? Does that mean you're like me, too?" Uriel's voice hitched up in a rare expression of emotion: surprise. 

Uriel had never met one of their cousins— their mom had abandoned the tight knit family structure and ran away as a young adult, but they'd often hear about the other members who had the same dream-weaving abilities inherited through the blood in Uriel's veins.
Angela
"I'm a Carlisle," Finley said, unease tugging on their voice. Uriel looked *Uncanny* To them. They lifted a hand and let a spark charge between their fingers. "But - I was never much for extended family. My sister raised me. We very well may be related."

A snicker pulled on their face. 

"Imagine that reunion."
Amos
This is when Rai wanders off after losing interest in the chewed corner of the wall. There must be something a little more sturdier to chew on. So she walks away from the strange duo to go up to a window, open it, then scrambled out.
Diane
Uriel looks at the spark between Finley's fingers, and their eyes visibly droop in disappointment. 

"No, I don't think we are related. It must be a coincidence, then. I've heard about doppelgangers before— perhaps something like that, then?" Uriel lets out an assuring smile, but it's clear that they're masking something. 

"You use lightning? I've met a lot of people here with that ability— perhaps you're related to them, instead." Uriel laughs, breathily and high-pitched.