Time Warp: Perfect Tunes

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

February, 2016

Penelope Blaise was, in general, not a tolerable person. It never took much to irritate the Brit, and on that particular, snowy day, all it took was a hair.

One, single blonde strand.

Most certainly not put there on purpose, Penny wasn't sure as to how the dyed hair had found its way onto the silverware drawer. Regardless of how it got there, the fact that it was there at all was enough to warrant the pedantic psychometrist to wash every single fork, knife, and spoon.

The task should have taken only a handful of minutes, but it proved longer when she saw the pile of dishes. Refusing to own a dishwasher - as they couldn't be trusted - Penny could honestly say she did not mind doing dishes, but the built up residue of food that remained on stacked plates next to the sink was unacceptable.

Penny sucked in a long, slow breath, trying her best to look past it. Still, it was impossible to forget the sight of leftover ketchup on a plate.

Lucy was working, working late. This proved problematic, as the psychometrist normally expressed her frustrations to her counterpart. The counterpart that somehow talked Penny into allowing another individual to live with them.

But as Penny walked through the living room of their apartment to find a sweater lazily hanging off the side of the couch, her nose crinkled. Another breath. Precise footsteps found her way to the small room they gave the blonde after she simply didn't leave after the first week of her stay.

Four knocks, as always. The same beat despite the fact that Penny didn't realize it. "Carleigh."

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh had been living here for awhile. Since she failed to graduate her power's training, the blonde still frequented Hammel for useless training sessions. To control an ability that rarely made itself known. For good reason, she was a little bitter about staying in Vermont. The good news was she found a place; a room in Lucy and Penny's apartment. She had promised it would only be a week. A week turned into a month that turned into months and still, she remained.

The place just felt like home. And Carleigh didn't want to leave.

Since the blonde felt comfortable, she'd loosened up and relaxed. It wasn't her being lazy, just careless. Careless about rinsing sauce off of her plate, or leaving her clothes all over the apartment, or watching T.V at o'clock in the morning when she couldn't sleep with the volume a little loud.

She was laying on her bed, looking up information on the schools in the area. Starting community college couldn't hurt. Carleigh was humming to herself, bubbly as usual, when the first knock of four happened. Startled, she straightened up from against the headboard of her bed. Two. Three. Four. It could only signal one thing.

"Coming!" Carleigh hollered, taking the few necessary steps to the door of her room. She grabbed the handle, pulling it back to reveal Penn, menacing as always. The stern tone of her voice reminded the blonde of her mother. Well, maybe not her mother but a maternal figure of some sort. "Hey, what can I do for you? She asked, with a smile.