<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/e3/76/cae37629f492fb3c728caa4dcbec2421.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Vyx, aka Rachael Kyleson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.msg13656378#msg13656378)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 8 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Living Area (https://i.imgur.com/BwCPhrY.jpg) &gt; Vyx's Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sophie Reynes, OPEN, Mentioning Issac Sankale<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>  <br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><hr/>Given how wildly Vyx's personality could alter as a result of who she was with, it wasn't at all uncommon for Vyx to find herself in unusual situations, often catering to the whims of another tenant or helping get shy girls get acquainted with everyone.  Of course, for that reason, she didn't go to the nightclub on a regular basis; when she was there, the tight quarters of people all burning with lust could be far too much for her.<br/><br/>For a few moments, a degree of embarrassment cut through her features, her emotional state shifting a little from the sudden presence.  She started to wave, her attention briefly caught by another personality, but he left soon enough.  "That was Issac," she told Sophie.  "He runs the place, so if you haven't met you already, you'll like to."<br/><br/>When he left, though, her smile returned all the warmer, taking Sophie's hand and guiding her out towards the hallway towards Vyx's room.  She had her attention on Sophie, letting her own thought process empty so she could follow Sophie's as well as possible.  By the time they were at Vyx's door, her shift in personality thanks to Issac's brief appearance had faded entirely.<br/><br/>She opened the door to a room that wasn't really untidy, but had a lot of stuff crammed into tight quarters.  There were so many boxes crammed up against one wall, each marked with genres like "Western" or "Fantasy" or "Medieval," with a number holding further subdivisions.  A chalkboard had been neatly slipped in behind the television, dusty with disuse, though the fold-up desk-chair combo she had near the bed looked to be in much better shape.  Very few things she had were overtly sexual, but when one was of the mind, things like a collapsible stripper pole tended to stand out.