Incident #1 - The Devoid Dormitory

After visiting room 207 and picking up a few things, Ainsleigh goes in search of the other single occupants, with the image print-outs at the ready. Emma's photograph was perfect. But what she produced from a description was another matter. It looked recognisable to Ainsleigh, but there was always the worry that now the imperfect reconstruction was replacing the memories of the actual persoin, making it difficult to tell which features were real and which were misremembered. If the image was faulty, that would just lead to other people being given the wrong reference to look out for.

But come what may. Ainsleigh went to the lift and picked a button at random, waited for it to arrive, and started walking through the corridor in search of the right room. On the selected floor, the single occupant with a missing roommate would be Wallen from room 605.

'Oh, hello again,' said Ainsleigh upon seeing Paul a stranger in a handyman's attire.

"Um, Mex, 412, whatever story GeneCortess makes up." "Mex. Room 412. My roommate, Jack Turner, is gone now." His voice was a note in a long song and quickly drowned out.

Foreign exchange student Mex arrived at the room in a simple pull over collarless shirt with cheap blue jeans that looks to have some wear on it. Like most of his clothing, nothing looks new down to his worn Niki sneakers. This is a boy that isn't here on any athletic scholarship and sports a cheap mustache and beard.

Like always, he doesn't say much and managed to totally avoid talking even. Story of his life is never to be noticed. He is just a 'Face in the Crowd' and easily forgotten. Usually, he only gets any notice by doing it himself.

He retired to his half empty room disappointed. He was promised that Jack was going show him a great time. He finds himself alone again. Maintenace will be here soon or later. He just lays down and waits with occasional glances out his room's window.

While waiting for Wallen to answer, Paul turns to the new arrival, "Hi Ainsleigh. What's up? We are working our way down the building, so Chloe is next, but we're on our way to your room soon.

'Cheers. I'm back, and ready for what's in store for us. Even brought some photocomposites. Well, Chloe's roommate's anyway. I'm really unsure if I even got Sarnai's features right, so can't say if anyone will recognise him. Is Wallen in? 'Cause if not, maybe I'll come back later.'

After a shower, Jun picks out an outfit for the meeting. Short skirt, tall socks, long sleeve, bare midriff, heeled boots… all browns and blues.

She checks her reflection’s pose. Her hair’s wet, but being a nymph, her hair never dries funny and always looks good wet or dry. She gets back to her room and texts Arty.

You were not exaggerating when you said people who answer calls by the unseen are never heard from again. I know someone who met such a fate. Yet, I remember her.
Arty, can we talk? I’m in room 711 at Gainer Hall, if you’d like to come over.

Artemis responds:
What do you mean someone got taken? We've only been in school a week? What were they doing? Did you take them to the lake? You know what, never mind, I'll be there in ten minutes.

See you in a bit.

Jun makes sure her room is tidy. She sits on her bed in a demure pose, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back—no, forward… hands in her lap. She angles her body toward the side of the bed where Arty may sit. She shifts away from the space to make more room… then moves a chair so it faces the bed—no. Because then she won’t sit on the be—

It’s been like nine or so minutes. Jun gets up. She smiles sweetly at the mirror. Eager. She smiles differently. Desperate. Psychotic. Submissive… but a good one for the first time she pins you on the mat.

She moves to the door. She’s here to help you help Concetta. That’s nothing to smile about…