Room 317- Saturday morning

When you had empathy as a power, you could sort of tell when the island was doing something strange en masse, just based on the random feelings you got. Or from any screaming that might have carried down the halls when people got up and looked in the mirror.

Either way, Sia kind of figured something was up, and so today was starting with a quick check of things. If she could sense anything, she still had her powers, so that was fine. When she looked in the mirror she wasn't six, a pony, or another person. Atton was still a wolf. Vitor was still a puppy who was actually calm for once and laying at the foot of her bed watching her... She was going to be a little grateful that whatever it was, it'd skipped her this time.


[Mostly for one, but open, with a closed door!]