::The landlord shimmers in with Aten and squeezes his hand before handing him an orb.::

"It'll glow red if there's an intruder. You control it yourself, so keep an eye on the place, TPTB doesn't care!"

::He grins, slaps Aten's tushie and shimmers out.::

::Aten recoils his hand sharpish checking for dirt.::

(Wheres the bathroom?)

::He walks over to the central table in the living area and plants the orb down before proceeding to the bathroom to scrub his hand clean.::

(Actually make that a shower, he groped your arse too.)

::Aten finishes scrubbing his hand and begins running the shower, undressing as it warms up. He steps in and frantically washes.::

::Aten places the soap left by the previous inhabitence down in it's tray and exits the shower in an explosion of steam. He walks over to the cupboard and finds some fresh towels which he rubs away the water on his face with, and scrubs at his hair for a while. He proceeeds to wrap the thick towel around his waist and takes the athame on the side of the sink to the bedroom. He slumps into the cushioned mattress and places the knife of the bedside table. He stares at the wall opposite thinking about his hectic day, and without intention drifts off to sleep.::

::Aten's eyes slowly open. The scene infront of him draws into focus as the light floods his eyes and he is awake once more. He sits up on the bed looking down at his body. He's still in his towel but his body has dried. He swings his body over to the edge of the bed and steps down, walking back into the bathroom. He picks up the only clothes he owns and proceeds to get dressed. He turns to the full length mirror mounted on the tiles and checks his appearence. His hair is dry and looks presentable.::

(I need to get some new clothes, and food...domestic life is sucks. Get this out of the way and then you can have some fun with your new abilities.)

::Aten shimmers out to the Labyrinth front desk.::

::Aten reforms in the bedroom, just infront of his bed. He throws the pile of clothes down onto the matress and sits down beside them. He picks up the boots and bites the plastic thread holding the label in place, freeing the shoes. He spits the thread to the floor and throws the boots to his feet. He searches the other clothes and does the same to the two tops he bought, putting them back down on the bed. He comes to the trousers but they don't posess the same label he could just cut free. Instead the trousers were security tagged by a grey slither of plastic.::

(Hmmm, use your power to blast it free? It worked quite well on getting you out of that brawl with the demon. He dropped you in a second of you unleashing it.)

::Aten holds the trousers up with one hand, and hovers his other over the tag. He remembers his trigger of fear and attempts to recreate the feeling in his mind, thinking of his run in with the demon. After some concentrated thought the same feeling grows in his mind getting stronger, and a burst of tiny energy fires from his hovered palm. The energy contacts the plastic tag and is fired across the room hitting the far wall::

::A grin of satisfaction crawls across his face, pleased with the sucess of using his power constructively, and on his demand. He wanted to get out, have a drink to mark this small, yet significant event. He had had an insane day so why not go for a drink to unwind. He strips himself of his clothes and discards them to the floor. He pulls on his new trousers and wraps the belt around his waist threading it through. He buckles it comfortably and then pulls on his short sleeved top. He sits back down on the bed and jams his feet into the biker boots he stole, pulling the laces tight and tieing them at the top. He stands tall and pulls on his old jacket, checking his appearence in the mirror before he shimmers to the front desk.::