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Room 1
1313

Xavier watched Tori closely, wondering what kind of drugs he'd stolen from the infirmary before he'd vanished. He speaking nonsense and soon was dancing around the room as if staying in one place would spell the end for him. He doubted that a sinkhole could form and swallow one so quickly and saw no reason for this man to be twirling and prancing about.

Tori began to talk again, about madness. It was ironic and absurd to have a conversation like this right now. He mentioned something hairs growing on your palms. It took a conscious effort for Xavier not to look at his own hands out of both curiosity and worry. He wasn't going mad, was he? No, of course not. He knew who he was, he sort of knew where he was, and he was quite confident in what he was.

His eyes narrowed as the secret agent mentioned the unruly boy he'd fought with before. He'd cut open a dog before, who hadn't? The half demon bit his tongue as Tori rambled on about being second best, tempted to tell him that he had rightfully won their duel and that Icarus was the reason it had ended almost as abruptly as it had begun. Furthermore, why should Xavier be bothered by what this man said? After all, his eyes were impossible albeit intriguing colors. Something was clearly off about him, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.

"Isn't that a quote from Einstein?" he asked as Tori mentioned repeating a process over and over again and expecting s different result. The example he had used of mental illness seemed fitting in this situation, given that Xavier was stuck talking to a lunatic in an aslyum that he didn't remember being checked into. Time was eluding him evermore. "I can't say I'm not a little bit mad, but you seem to be off the deep end," he told him bluntly. "This is an asylum after all. Doesn't the containment of those who are classified as mad define it?" He knew this meant that he'd called himself a hatter, but he knew that nobody was normal, not even in the slightest. He was being truthful to himself and to Tori; he was a bit of an extremity as it was, let alone completely sane. So what did that make him?

He frowned a bit as he looked back at Tori, wondering what exactly his intentions were here. Were they both mad? Or was Xavier simply surrounded by a sea of mad, mad people in an attempt to bend his mind to that of his peers? The questions themselves were irritating to him and he pushed them away.

Residential Hall
1309

The teal haired crazy shifted her weight, still uneasy about the looming thorns waiting to entangle her at her feet. She pursed her lips before looking up at Sarah again, not at all happy with her attitude or her proposal. "You couldn't cut off your arm," she stated casually, as if out having lunch with a friend. She pouted a bit, annoyed that nobody seemed to be her friend except for her brother, but she hadn't seen him since initially waking up. Oh well, she'd find him sooner or later.

"Define friend. Why aren't we friends? It's lonely without them and I don't want to be lonely in this place." She paused as Matt eyed her wearily. She really was terrible with people wasn't she? Aveline smiled again, but without any sort of intentions behind it. It was merely a muscle twitch because she knew not what to do. Glancing again at the swirling shadows she took a small step back, waiting for an answer.