::Basil unlocks the door and walks inside with Veronica.::

"Here we are."

::Veronica steps inside and glances around. Her head turns quickly, but her gaze is one of scrutiny. She walks over to the mantlepiece over the gas fire and looks at it, then checks out both bedrooms and the kitchen before walking back to the main room and addressing the landlord.::

"It's fine."

"Well..."

(...)

"Excellent. Shall I leave your key and you can drop down with your details and so on when you're ready?"

::Veronica stares, clearly wanting him to leave.::

"... right, then."

::Smiling awkwardly, Basil places the keys on the coffee table and closes the door behind him as he leaves.::

::The conjurer watches the door for a minute before she allows herself to breathe in, but not too much; you never know what's in the air of these places. Although the place is remarkably clean, you never know what sort of dust lurks in the air and Veronica has seen some areas aren't as sanitised as they could be. She walks over to the broom closet and opens it, examining what cleaning products have been added as standard for new residents. Vaguely on her mind is the problem of the vampires, but she can't leave her new home in this state. She rolls up her sleeves and begins to clean the place from top to bottom. Thankfully, practice and experience, and the high quality of what she's using means that Veronica finishes a thorough cleaning in record time.

While the shampooed carpets are drying in the fragrant air, the young woman walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower. She feels grotty and filmy, and that was even before she just spent ages battling with dirt. The water runs hot and the mirror is already steaming up when she steps into the shower, having placed her clothes into the washing machine and tumble drier. She's planning on a very long shower.::

::Julie blinks to Vero. Oh yes. Right next to Vero.::

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!!"

::She blinks out of the bathroom, all wet, with her hands covering her eyes.::

"Should always check where I'm going! Always check!"

::Veronica just kind of stands there, stock still, trying to work out whether that actually happened or not.::

::Julie gathers her nerves and goes knock on the bathroom door.::

::Veronica holds her breath, pretending there's nothing there. She's just standing under the water now.::

::Julie moves away from the door. Veronica creeps her out a little. Instead she writes her a note:

"Vero,

We're all waiting for you at the school. Please hurry.

Julie"

::She slips the note under the door and knocks again then she returns to the grounds.::

::After a long time, Veronica snaps out of her daydream and realises where she is. She turns off the taps and stands for a while, breathing in the rising steam from the shower. Then opens the door and steps onto the bathmat. Not one drop of water gets the floor as she reaches for a towel, damping it over her hair and then drying her body. She slips it over her shoulders and pulls her hair on top, then dries the hair a bit more viciously before covering up and opening the door. She checks the lock is working. One, two, thee, locked, unlocked, locked, six, seven, locked. It seems to be fine. She unlocks it and walks to the other side. You can't open it from here.

The brunette walks into the kitchen and sees that the tumble drier is still spinning. That's okay. She remains clad in a towel and walks into the bathroom, spraying a cleaning mist into the shower. She rearranges all of the washing products neatly and clears the mirror. She looks at the window, then cracks it open to let some of the steam out before it damages the paper or ceiling. She's almost dry, now, and her clothes are ready. She sets up the iron and takes her clothes from the drier, giving them an expert run over. Even her socks.::

::Dressed now, Veronica sits on the couch and sighs. She'd been expecting somebody to come and collect her. Now she's just bored. Bored and annoyed. After some more minutes spent tapping her hands against her knees, she finally gets up and leaves the apartment, going down to the front entrance.::

::A few hours later, Veronica is home. She feels grubbier so, once she's checked the front door lock and that the main lights still work, goes to have a shower. While she's in there, she thinks of the new clothes she wants to make. A while later, she steps out and dries off, then puts on the pyjamas she'd created whilst washing, her power working to make them extra soft. They'd even been conjured up on top of the radiator, so they're nice and warm. Once dressed, Veronica brushes her teeth even though she's going to spoil it by sitting in front of the TV eating popcorn, which is what she's doing now. She hasn't seen Dante for a while but knows he's okay. And if he wants her, he'll know how to find her.::

::Dante appears sitting on the sofa next to Veronica. He's orbed in very slowly to let her know he's appearing. He takes a sip from the beer and levitates it to the coffee table and then sighs::

"Why are you even watching this? You know I hate the MTV."

"So I can't watch it when you're not here?"

::Veronica offers Dante the popcorn, then pauses and pulls it away.::

"When did you last wash your hands?"

"Never."

::Popcorn levitates in a stream out of the bowl and straight into his mouth. After a few seconds he splutters and coughs, having channeled too much down his throat, the pieces flying from his mouth and stopping in the air before they made a mess::

"..."

::Luckily for Dante, Veronica is in a good mood. She laughs.::

"Nice catch."

::He shakes his head and clears his throat, while the popcorn flies away and out of the room towards the bin::

"I threw a bottle cap into Azura's hair and she didn't even notice."

::Veronica laughs again.::

"Oh yeah? Well I saw her stab the vampire queen to death."

"I KNEW IT! I fucking said it to her face. 'I bet you stabbed her',"

::He knew! He fucking knew!::

"She doesn't do herself any favours. One day someone is going to stab her."

::Dante darts a quick look at Veronica, knowing it'd be her::

::Veronica tries to keep a straight face, but starts laughing again because of the look Dante is giving her.::

"You know it."

::Yeah. She knows::

"I know."

::Veronica flicks through the channels, finding nothing particularly exciting they can laugh at. Mainly in the mocking sense.::

"TV sucks since An Evolved World got cancelled. I liked making fun of the crappy morons on it."

::She sighs, continuing to flick through. Maybe there's a re-run.::

"I liked Vince most of all. He was dreamy."

::Veronica gives Dante a weird look.::

"What? You know it!"

"Dreamy?"

::Veronica pulls out some popcorn and throws it at Dante.::

"You are such a punk."

::Jasmine is standing outside now. She hugs herself, runs her tongue over her teeth, then takes a deep breath and raps on the door a couple of times.::

::Veronica frowns at the noise. She checks her watch. It's so early you could still call it night, really, unless you're one of those weirdo commuters who have to catch the train at five am. She looks at Dante, then puts the popcorn down and walks to the door. Glancing out the spyhole, she tenses her jaw when she sees Azura's sister, then unlocks and pulls open the door.::

::Jasmine feels small, wearing a sweater that's too large for her. It hangs on her frame and she's aware the sleeves mostly cover her hands.::

"Veronica. Hi."

"What do you want?"

"Uh."

::The psychic looks uncomfortable. What she wants is difficult to say to somebody like Veronica. It's just plain weird.::

"I was wondering if I could hang out, actually."

(Oh my god.)

"With you guys."

::Stares.::

::Jasmine looks regretful now.::

"Why?"

::Dante stands up and goes to stand next to Veronica, looking at Jasmine. He switches a telepathy/empathy mix and tries to get a read on her::

(How... odd)

::Jasmine raises an eyebrow at Dante, sensing what he's doing. She begins to weave her power into a wall to cut him out, but realises it'd create trust issues and probably get her kicked out. She's not that upset anymore anyway, though, so lets him read that she just wants to spend some time with people that are blunt, honest, and who say what they mean and mean what they say.

But for Veronica's sake, to answer the question she gets a strange half smile on her face. She shrugs.::

"Well, my sister likes to stab people and I figured I'd be safer here."

"That's understandable."

::Veronica looks past Jasmine and out to the hallway.::

"She doesn't know you're here, does she?"

"She doesn't. I can tell. You know?"

::He taps his head pointedly::

"I like... know."

::Dante drops the powers and frowns::

"The MTV is still on. I hate it. I actually hate it. More than vampires. And you know I hate vampires."