Sometimes the darkest of places were those Leena would most often frequent, mostly when she was in a similarly dark frame of mind and desired her surroundings to match that – not unlike in a movie, because movies were fantastical, and usually concluded with semi-good outcomes, or with mystery if not that. Both were states she desired to experience, like floating on air almost, and this place was the first she found that fit the description she was dreaming of. A perfect place for musing, for open notebooks and open ears and eyes, for awareness and daydreaming all at once. So, Tourmaline Losnedahl, on finding the one place that always made poetry pour out of her like a fountain, did not hesitate to sign up to the benefits of being a Very Important Person – and nearly a year later, here she still was. Leaning up against the doorway and peeking round the doorway to see how empty it was (empty enough for her liking) she flashed a grin at Isabel as she passed, and descended the staircase that led down to the basement with the pool tables. “If any of the squad appear, tell them I’m downstairs, aye?” It was only the pool tables that transfixed her at the moment, but she was sure the worse habits would come with time – producing the money, she pulled the lever and let the balls tumble out, setting them up, intent on playing alone for practice.