Carrie wanders over to Alex, "I do hope that you are here to cause a scene, because this may be the worst party I've ever been to, and the last party ended up with us in a PRT van."
He looks at you for a moment, his face completely expressionless, and for a moment you feel entirely inconsequential to all things in this universe, like a smudged, stained, illegible footnote in the pages of history.
Then he turns away from you and walks off in an unexciting direction, not making any indication that the sounds your mouth hole has made meant anything at all to him. It's almost enough to make a girl feel unappreciated.
"It certainly does appear promising." responds Steven as he sets down his glass and leaning forward to get a better view.
Scanning the field Steven observes the actions of one-eighty while keeping an eye out for Ilo and dissents arrival.
Ilo's not far behind, it seems - dude's decked out in his full colorful onion suit, slowly proceeding along the field with an entourage of groupies almost as visibly emotionally deadened as he. You'd think he'd be more pleased with himself, what with it being a big night, but nah, he just looks faintly depressed and completely apathetic to the point where it brings you down slightly to even look at him. He carries on a short conversation with One-Eighty, who appears to be using her power to set up a couple of metal poles with funspheres atop them into a vertical position, some with the funsphere pointing up, but more than a few with the funsphere pointing down, disappearing into the ground.
The Eddites with her and Ilo seem to be occupied largely with electrical work, wiring up the poles before they're set up, presumably to power the spheres, and occasionally pausing to get a few pointers on what to do by Ilo, who seems overall more coordinated in the rather spatially confusing field than pretty much everybody except for maybe One-Eighty, who appears to be moving with similar lack of trouble. You wonder if that's because Ilo just sees the world like this every waking moment. Wouldn't surprise you.
"All... my life..." Selina stares at the door, shaking in fear. She didn't know what to expect, assuming the worst of everything and even taking a step back in that fear.
Rita, unlike you, seems to be a little bit braver, as she steps over to the window and takes a look inside, then presses her ear to it.
"Huh. Is anyone even home?" she says, then turns to you. "You wouldn't happen to have, like, a spare key in a fake rock or under the welcome mat, would you?"
She looks at the rather prominent chimney of your home.
"Or maybe you know where you keep a ladder or something, so we can maybe drop in from above?"
She scratches her nose.
"Wait, does this place have an alarm?"
Kyle smiles calmly.
"Oh really? And what's your power?"
He doesn't immediately answer, tapping his finger on the car's hood.
"Well," he says when he's come to an adequate way to express himself, clearing his throat and adopting a less pleasant tone, "imagine there's a world where no light enters, a place of eternal darkness that time forgot. Sheol, where the shades of the dead and the damned live. I know that world, and you could say I'm from it in a way, and my power, such as it is, lets it come into the minds of men and women. In me is a portal to this place, and I try my best to release only little glimpses of it to the people of this world. One such glimpse, I think, latched on to you for some reason, I'm not sure why. Maybe because you're like me, though I sure hope not for your sake. Maybe what happened to you was just because I'm getting worse at keeping it to myself, though that's just as bad. It has me rattled, it does, because I'm not sure if I like where this is all going. World's coming to an end one day at a time, you know?"
Shame I had to automate Alex for this turn. Was waiting to see if he'd reply.