Thirteenth Breeze

[salvagedlight]

[It's Ven again, this time in the middle of his room - floating, actually, about four inches off the ground - looking around with a bewildered expression on his face. Those who have been in his room before know it isn't really the neatest place on the ship, but its not-neatness comes more from the relatively cramped quarters than Ven just being messy, as he doesn't have a tendency to leave stuff lying around. That's probably why he's looking confused now: some of his clothes are on the floor, one drawer is open a few inches and another is open not quite as much, and the stuff on his dresser is in disarray. Really it doesn't look much different from any teenage boy's room, but he knows he didn't leave it this way.]

Hey, did someone get wind powers this week or something? I didn't get mine back, but it looks kind of like I cast Tornado in here, and I know I didn't.

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[skysmirror]

[And an unhappy Ven makes everyone sad.]

We'll have to find whoever's doing it, at least.

[salvagedlight]

[Sorry? At least he's not Terra-just-left unhappy.]

Yeah - I wanna know why they're doing this, too.

[skysmirror]

[No, thank goodness for that.]

Me, too.

[If they wanted to know something, they could just ask.]