Freehold of Minuit

He had only taken part of originally for the feeling of camaraderie that was missing in his life. Being stuck alone with just that man was fun, but it was only in sparring moments of him regaining consciousness that any meaningful dialogue was gained. It didn't amount to much, and it meant almost nothing to him otherwise to see him. Glimpses of false hope in taking time, awaiting for his self to return from the mental wasteland of what remained of his mind.

The others were different. They had gone thru what he had in some capacity, and although the end results of his escape was most assuredly a different experience from them, it was helpful to have someone to talk to about it.

Coming over, he made sure to pick up some pastries. He was always taught to bring something over when he was meeting people. So, he stopped by and picked up some beignets, because that seemed like the right thing to do at the time. He knocked on the door, but found it open as he entered. He wasn't sure what to do here. He simply shrugged and entered in, placing the beignets on an empty table. It seemed...quaint. Maybe a bit cluttered. Some things on the wall he wasn't even sure of, to be honest, as well as some black small statue with it. "Mina, you alright? I let...uhhh...let myself in."

The black tower began to light up and shine brightly as a womanly voice began to speak from it. "Playing Let Me Be Myself by Three Doors Down." And suddenly, music began to come from the tower, blaring out and causing him to jump widely from it. "No, I di--didn't ask for music! What in the hell are you?!" A sheer look of panic came on his face as he approached the tower, and began to light it up to fumble it around. "How do I turn you off?!"

Dily had followed the scent of baked goods, which had led her to Jonathan, which then had led her to Mina's flat. And as she was poking her head in, music was starting to play. Too loudly in her opinion, and not her type of music. What was her type of music, she wondered briefly.

"Will it answer?" she asked Jonathan as she stepped inside, but she was looking at the black thingy that was the cause of commotion.

"I don't even know how I got her to speak." His eyes were bugged out and caused him to be in a small state of panic. He knew well enough it was some technological thing, but beyond the knowledge some pulp novels and Buck Rogers, he was at a complete loss of what to do next.

"Stop playing. Lower the music. Be quiet. Shut up!"

The black column ignored these requests and continued to play, regardless of his commands.

Mina poked her head back into the flat from the balcony where she'd been having a smoke, and laughed. "Alexa, power off. Hey guys, come on in. Oooo sweets! Do either of you want coffee? How'd yall sleep?"
She was off asking a thousand questions with a lazy smile.

The flat was bachelor size, small and cluttered but warm and friendly, with movie posters on the walls and a patterned rug on the floor underfoot. The pullout couch is tucked against the window wall, and a small flat screen tv sits in a bookshelf, cluttered with graphic novels and books and whatnot.
There's a heck-load of alcohol bottles across the kitchen counters and stuffed on top of them, as well as mixing supplies and tongs, and a few pots of herbs growing at the windowsill.

Jon just stared at Mina before looking at the box she called Alexa. "So you just say the name and it works?"

He didn't recall saying her name. Never met anyone with such a name before.

"Well...thanks. Coffee sounds great Yes. Slept well, just took a bit to get rid of the smokey smell off of me."

There is a noise as a vodka bottle is removed from the shelf. "Got any Kahlua? I'll take coffee and double up the cream if you don't have it."

Gray is now at the kitchen counter, pulling a glass down from the shelf.

"Mornin' all"

Dily hunched down infront of the machine that wasn't making music anymore, looking at it intently as if she saw something deep within it that no one else did.

"I didn't sleep. I don't often sleep. Too much to think about. And there's something in the bayou."

"Plus that weirdo at the college. I am sure he wasn't helpful for a good night sleep." Gray nods, stirring in the cream to his vodka.

"Yes..." she poked at the tower but nothing happened. "Not that he scared me, but I have been thinking of what he said. I don't know what... a brainscan really does."

Sighing, she looked back at the others. "Or if this study will reveal... well, the truth."

Craig entered the flat ducking a bit as he did so his smile was wide as he took in the group and nodded "Hey hey everyone. Hope everyone had a good morning." Clutched in his large hands was a gallon of orange juice and another gallon of apple juice "I didn't know what you had in stock so I grabbed some drinks." He said to Mina.