Well, they are still only brainstorming.

The buoyancy from planning some small chaos with Silv - even just planning, even if they don't do anything - carries her in a good mood all the way through Sunday and her next lesson with Five in One.

Today, Loki's going to be practicing throwing off more aggressive active attempts.

This is very hard and very, very exhausting to do repeatedly, it turns out.

She ends up appropriately very, very exhausted, and kind of running on automatic when she goes to get dinner in the cafeteria.

She bumps into someone on the way there.

She reflexively steps back. "Oh," she says, blinking. "Sorry. Didn't see you."

The person tenses, her eyes narrowing a bit. "You're that Loki."

"Yeah? The new one."

Person takes a step back.

"...Your mother killed my family."

"...Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not - you can't just be sorry - they're dead!" They're rapidly tearing up, face going blotchy.

Quietly: "And I can't fix that."

"No - you - "

Person turns, running off.

Loki takes a deep breath, shaken, and goes about her day.

Luckily Silv knows what'll cheer her up!

Time to steal supplies for their prank?

...Sure. She's in a bit of a restless mood, a disobedient mood, and this is perfect.

A local crow seems interested in what they're doing, following them at a short distance, hopping around them, eyeing their supplies.

"Hey crow!" Silv calls, before making a few odd croaking noises, shifting his throat to do so. (He's offering a bit of food. It's good to be friends with crows, after all.)

The crow caws back, harshly, making a sound almost like laughter before hopping away.

"Guess that's a no. C'mon, let's get this stuff to the hideout..." Which involves cutting near the outer fence, for the most secret route.

The crow follows.

And, when they're close to the fence -

Takes off, cawing loudly, fluttering towards the fence.

"What - !" "- Damn bird!" "Hey, that's mine - " a few voices - teenagers, vaguely familiar perhaps, exclaim.

"Shut the fuck up, guys," someone says, lowly.

Someone quite familiar to Loki -

Quentin, or Kid Omega.

Loki goes very, very still.

Don't notice us, we're whispers on the wind, children holding their breath and never being seen - walk away, walk along, don't look back - (she whispers, to Quentin, to the universe - )

(It's a neat, tidy little story, the mischievous child hiding from the plot they stumbled upon. An easy little lie for the universe to believe, just long enough...)

And the teenagers continue through the fence - clearly sneaking out, but not noticing the shadows listening to them.

"We should follow them," Silv whispers, once they're clear. "I don't like that Kid Omega."

"It's not safe," Loki says, hesitantly, even as she chafes at the idea of fear holding her back.

Still, she knows she's not ready, not to face a pissed off Kid Omega with just her friend to protect.

"And they're probably just going out to do drugs or something dumb, and we've still got our stuff to hide."