Up until recently maintained as a museum, the childhood home of the Braddock family has been pressed into service as classroom space for the University. Additionally, the increased demands have led to the main ballroom being converted into a cafeteria for University students on a meal plan. The old library has been bolstered with college textbooks.
Yeah, unplugged the toaster would get it top stop spewing out toast, though the floor was slick with spread oils and things like that. An elite assassin cold make his way over.
"Nu-uh, they are totally real! Just ask Sofia. Her girlfriend's a ghost." she says with the smug expression of someone who think they just won an argument.
"Well let's find the fucker and beat the shit out of him. I spent twenty minutes on my hair this morning and it's got tapioca all over it, and so do my shorts AND my cutest pair of underwear," Haley grumbled, narrowing her eyes and looking around. There weren't that many people around so she had a slight chance of maybe counting the number of distinct mental "voices" she hears from people thinking.
"...there's five people thinking and giggling near here, and I don't think it's either of you..." Haley said, her face still twisted up in concentration, trying to see if she could tell where the little fuckers were.
"Fucking worthless telepathy," she grumbled, walking into the kitchen and trying to stop as many things moving as she can with the power she actually liked.
"They're behind the back of the kitchen....and moving away. Let's get these fuckers," Haley said trying to figure out the best way to follow the things.
Haley was too busy trying to figure out how the hell to keep in touch with someone who might be out of sight to do any fancy acrobatics, but she did jog after the two, a look of intense concentration on her face.
"Can you guys hear me...and each other?"
The effect almost seemed like they were listening on a terrible walkie talkie with a lot of static and interference but they likely would be able to carry on a three way mental conversation....albeit one that would probably broadcast everything their conscious mind was processing.