Lana smiled and stretched. She had been sitting on her bunk in an empty room- empty because her roommates had found better things to do with their time than sit around- with her computer sitting in her lap as she typed away in an email, telling her father that she had found a new home with others like her. She knew her mother wouldn’t care, but her father had been as kind as he could after the discovery of her mutation and his daughter thought he at least deserved an explanation. She left out the part where she shot at one of the men, not needing her mother’s fears confirmed that she would only end up harming others if she had enough control over her powers.

It was still unreal thinking about how well things had worked out after her horrible choices. These mutants were a strange breed of human. Who honestly invites someone to go out and get drinks with them and to live with them after the invited shoots exploding projectiles at them? Soft laughter emitted from her lips as she shut down the lap top and put it away in the spot she had designated for it. Suddenly she felt her gut twist and grumble at her. Yes. She was hungry. Her hand had just settled on the door when she heard a woman call out:

Hey! Who wants to go out, get their gamble and drink on?! You've got about fifteen minutes to get ready before you miss out on all the fun!

“Hmm…” She murred to herself. This could be interesting. Fun in Las Vegas, Nevada with new people. Lana had never even been outside of Hawaii and there was plenty of time to explore the ship later. Now would be a good time to acquaint herself with her ship mates. Poking her head out of the door she looked at the woman who she thought might have been the speaker- considering she was the only person in the hall who could have had the voice of a woman. “Hey! I’m going! That all right? Just give me a couple minutes!” She said to the blond before pulling her head back into the room and closing the door.

Deciding it would be beneficial to change into something else she pulled out her suitcase of clothing she had yet to unpack and began rifling through the apparel. She had a bit of everything from pajamas to casual clothing to stuff for fancier settings. She decided to go with a black camisole with silver trim beneath a light white jacket and a pair of form fitting jeans. A thin, black ribbon necklace with a small, silver pendant was tied around her neck. After pulled a brush through her ebony hair and pinning her bangs back she applied some light make-up and pulled on a pair of low heeled, sling backed sandals. Lana thought she looked casual with a nicer air. Not fit for a ball, but not fit for a back alley bar, either.

After grabbing up her purse and verifying she had a decent amount of money in her wallet she left her room and caught up with the pretty blond in the galley. She had eaten a couple of very fine meals in there earlier in the day. The cook definitely had to be a professional. The blond seemed to be conversing with another woman, a redhead. They both looked friendly enough and Lana was quite the people person when she’d had enough sleep and could think clearly. “Hello.” The femme said merrily to the other two. “I’m Lana Tiki. I was picked up in Hawaii.” Her attention turned toward the one who had shouted in the halls. “Your invitation is still open right?”