Tri wakes up the next morning and does her normal schedule of tests and getting ready for her day. She pulls out a file from her mother's filing cabinet and does her daily translation work, then walks into her brother's room, touching his pillow gently. Diggory had been obsessed with Roman architecture, and his room was decorated accordingly. It has a red tile floor, light beige walls, white marble columns in every corner, an elevated stage for his bed and dresser, and a shallow wading pool in the far right corner. Tri's room was decorated very differently, with shiny black walls, a dark hardwood floor, a glossy aquamarine grand piano, red carpeting leading up to her canopy bed on a stage in the center of the room. On the other side of a dividing wall, she has a brightly lit exercise room with a stepper and some weights.
She walks into her purple and green kitchen to have some breakfast, and climbs up the ladder to exit her backpack. When she emerges, there’s Alan, staring at her. “You fit into a backpack?”
She shrugs, “Yeah. It’s a space/time distortion capsule. That means… well, it’s hard to explain.” She glances at her pocket watch as it rings, and then marks something down in the back of a book she pulls out of the bag. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I was just heading down there.” He raises an eyebrow as she smirks and walks over to the railing around the edge of most of the roof. “What are you doing?”
Tri chuckles, “I’m waiting for my friend to walk under me so that I can jump on him from above.”
Alan opens his mouth to ask another question, but decides that he’d rather not know. “Okay then. Bye.” He heads down the stairs to the restaurant.
The weasel (still not used to that…) laughs after he’s gone, “I can’t believe he believed me.” She judges the distance between where she’s standing and the next building over. “That’s awfully far… but… I can make it.”
She jumps, her backpack resting gently on her back. Landing just over the edge of the roof of the next building. Biting her lip a little nervously, she leans forward, landing on all fours safely away from the edge. Topher chuckles, crossing his arms. “Another sketchy landing for the queen of falling?”
“Oh shut up, Topher.” She stands up and glares at him. “I’ve done what I needed to have done. I helped you with that job. Now what?”
He sighs, “Can you help me get out of it?”
Tri raises an eyebrow, “I don’t do stuff like that anymore, bud. Call someone else, ‘cause I’m not killing your father.”
“That’s not what I was going to ask!” Topher shudders, “I need you to speed up the adoption process!”
She sighs, “Listen, I can try. But don’t expect much. I don’t have many connections in this dimension, and they take a while to make. In Thalia, it’s different.”
He tilts his head to the side, “Why?”
“I’d never been to this dimension before. But, I practically lived in Thalia for three years.” She chuckles, “Everyone owes me something there. A favour here, a favour there, BAM you’re adopted. But here is different, because I don’t know anybody.”
Topher raises his eyebrows, “How many favours did you do?”
Tri rolls her eyes, “Dude, please. Hashtag blackmail.”
“And you wonder why Luke worries about you on a daily basis.” The cat shakes his head, “If anyone could turn to the dark side, it’d be you.”
She glares at him, “Shut up, kitty-cat.” Walking to the other side of the roof she nibbles her lip, thinking hard. “Your foster family is all ready to go through with the adoption. They love you immensely. I’d need to go a bit higher…” Her eyebrows lift, and her aqua tints flash violet. “I’m going undercover.”
The cat winces, a grimace on his face. “Is it too late to change my mind?”
She laughs without humour. Cold and menacing. “Ohhhhh, far too late, my friend. Comecome. I’m needing your help selecting my wardrobe.”
Topher whines as he’s pulled down the ladder into the backpack. “I haaaaaaaven’t eveeeeeen haaaaaad breakfaaaaaast!”
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