The evaluative office is crowded. A bunch of twins got their bonuses over the weekend and piled up on the Monday appointment slots. There's a pair where one can apparently conjure objects and the other wield telekinesis over them, juggling. There's a cryokinetic and someone who seems to cling to arbitrary surfaces, the one making a little ice sculpture and the other sitting on the wall (Bella supposes he can probably cling to his brother's ice). There's a set of triplets who don't seem to be doing anything, so she can hazard no guess as to what their powers are. There's a girl weeping into her hands while her brother tries to soothe her; she's crying about fire, ash, devastation, the menace lurking under the ground, and Bella hopes that's an overreaction to some TV show. But considering where she is -
"Er, what's her bonus?" Bella asks the brother.
"Not sure," he says. "Besides really upsetting. I just got a luck tweak, far as we can tell, dice and stuff..."
"So she doesn't pyro or -?"
"No, no, she's not dangerous," he assures Bella. "Not so much as a wisp of smoke, I don't know what the problem is, bonuses are supposed to help."
"I hope the evaluators can figure it out," Bella says, disconcerted, and she and Alli go back to school.
Spanish class is the next one they can catch.
"As long as we're short on space I can go back to sleeping in the queen bed," Renée says. "And then there's our girls in their room, me and Charlie in the master, and air mattresses and the couch for three more."
"Where should the air mattresses go?" asks Bella. "Options seem to be any combination of this room, our room, and the master bedroom."
"You could probably fit them both in the master bedroom, or in the living room if the coffee table was moved, and one of them on our floor or in the living room without moving the coffee table."
"I don't know how long we expect to stay, but it seems best if we're not - constantly in the way of everything."
"Hard to say this early how easy it'll be to find another place to be," Charlie says. "Not going to turn you out, though."
"I'm - I think I'll go make brownies. Even if it's going to get hard to buy food the eggs will go off whether we hoard them or not," says Renée.
"At some point we probably have to start going to the nearest Gemini school, don't we? Would that be Port Angeles?"
"At some point. If they don't give us a-at least a week then - then I'm giving me a week, anyway, but at some point yeah."
"I think they're going to give us more than a week," says Adana, softly. "If for no other reason than for the - people in school who lost family members."
And she lets herself out the front door.
"I'm going to go sleep. Is the couch fine? I don't - want to deal with setting up the air mattress."
And then she flops on the couch and sleeps, and tries very hard not to think about the people she couldn't save.
Bella comes back before the brownies are out of the oven and flops into a chair, softly out of regard for Adana's snoozing.
Savannah's up and about, though. She's not zipping around, though, she's a bit more sedate. She is looking at her sleeping twin, silently.
There's a call to the house the next morning from the Seattle Gemini school - it turns out Port Angeles does not have its own. They talk to Charlie, who confirms their report from the Junebugs about the Sanders crashing with him, and say that school will go back in session after what would ordinarily be the Christmas vacation and not before. The kids are encouraged to study on their own until then. When school starts again all four of them will have medals from the Gemini Guard waiting for them and there's going to be some kind of ceremony about it.
Charlie writes down all of this information and leaves it by the phone for people to read at their convenience.