It had been a long six months since anyone had been able to find Khuna. His room had been, for lack of a better term, sealed shut. He'd last been seen going into it, but even the windows had grown opaque and impossible to penetrate. Now, there was ONE person who had a means to get past the strange pressure that kept his room sealed off in its own little world, resisting warlike damages to the property and the like, and she had given him her word as a proper dudette that she'd intrude only under the most dire of circumstances.

Lilith hadn't used the electronic key yet, so Khuna could only assume it was all good.

As far as partying beach bums go, Khuna's room was a comparable nightmare. Scientific equipment he'd spirited away from Ren, or won off Lilith in party games (because let's face it, he's the master of all things having to do with parties; past, present, and future) or similar ventures littered the tables, desks, even the floors. Multi-colored gel capsules littered the floor, having increased in range of color from blue, red, and purple to greens, golden yellows, clear whites, and even glittering blacks. There were thousands of them, those that weren't on the floor running off of the makeshift assembly line Khuna'd pieced together over the months and into the only magical device he'd ever bothered to put up with: His brand new partitioned silver case.

Even with all this fantastic productivity, though, a fine layer of dust coated most everything in the room. Khuna had been experimenting with a new variety of his electrically influencing drug when there'd been a slight accident. A very volatile concentration of the substance had resulted in one batch that glowed blue like liquid lightning in its gel casing. Khuna, of course, tests all his new variations personally.

This one had resulted in an extremely potent dose, which would likely have fried anyone that wasn't as well adapted to the stuff as Khuna was. For him, it was the ultimate trip. He could see the minuscule differences in the electrical fields that made things unique. Everything was so alive, so vibrant. It was a glorious thing, which made it all the more depressing that he could only produce one batch at a time. What he was rather unaware of was th fact that he was more or less a living Tesla coil, and now had the uncanny ability to produce a rather forceful magnetically repulsive wave without so much as the knowledge that it was happening. So there he was, stretched out upon his bed in a wondrous kind of half-sleep, four and five inch licks of lightning raking across the surface of his bed from his body.

Good times; good times.

"Man doooowwwwwnnn." Was echoed through the house over the coms, praise electricity triggering Lilith's com. Guards and paramedics would flood her location. One rushed for Lilith, the other rushed for Khuna. Test after test was taken on the both.

One noted the sparks coming from Khuna and muttered something in babble (Alorian) to the other paramedic. When Lilith was finally roused and deemed fine the other paramedic had moved to aid her companion with Khuna. Both hoping to soon wake him, granted they were being mindful of the sparks.

The tongues of lightning lapping at Khuna's body and the blankets of his bed struck forth on the paramedic's first attempt to rouse him by inching closer and closer. She was taken away by other paramedics while the first had a brilliant idea. She darted out into the hall and came back with somewhere around four hundred socks. Clean of course, but unused for so long that they no longer bore any static. As she directed others to fetch more -clean- socks, she began to pile them upon Khuna. After the bed was literally gone from view, and all that remained was a twelve foot mountain of REALLY clingy socks, something within stirred.

"Duuuude......" A muffled announcement to the world that the electrical currents had been toned down. Khuna dug his way out of the socks, looking more or less like the abominable sock-man, and blinked the epic build-up of sleep from his eyes. "Needed that nap." It was then that he looked around, and noticed all the paramedics assembled about him. His eyes went a bit wide, and he grinned. "Wake up party?"

Lilith snorted, suddenly snickering at the suggestion that this was all a party. It took a moment for her to keep from showing her ach, after all she did just hit a wall. Grimacing for a moment, she shook her head and motioned for the others to leave. A mounting smile formed on her lips when she turned to look at Khuna," Guess you could say that..."

Soon enough two guards would station themselves out of Khuna's room while Lilith looked over the various science projects. Eyes going wide at a few of them before she turned back to him," You....were sparking.....What was that all about?" Curiosity finally got the best of her, she couldn't help it either.

"I was, huh?" He was fiddling with a camcorder set across the room from where he'd been, that had run out of memory about a week ago. "Righteous. Means these little Betties," He kneeled down, and began to pick up the glittery black gel-caps strewn across the floor to deposit within his tin, "are bigger knockouts than I thought." He laughed a little, and kept straightening up.

After the pills had all been added t the tin, and the production line had been shut down for now, he turned over his shoulder to look at Lilith. "How long I been out, Lil-dude?" The sling was new, after all.

Lilith was still going over the science project as he started to pluck up the pills. She turned to watch him as he exclaimed his delight with the pills. Her tri-points twitching and her head tilting; granted, she was just overly curious for her own nature. Still she wouldn't let it get the better of her in this case.

At the next question she nodded and gathered her own composure," I have no clue man....Not a damn clue..." It was obvious that Lil had sobered up a bit without Khuna there to keep her company. It sucked, but it was true none the less. She tilted her head once more and mumbled," Been about six months since I last saw ya though dude....Whacha been doin?"

"Workin', makin' stuff. Y'know, projects an' stuff." The tin was finally filled -well, as filled as it would get for now- and Khuna strolled, barefoot, right on out of the room and into the hallway. He had complete faith in Lilith's ability to not lose him, after all. He wasn't that hard to keep track of though, in a grapefruit-colored Hawaiian shirt. "Woah, major chill, dude. What's been up on the outside since I got workin'?"

It wasn't hard to get the drift that she needed to follow him. Two guards behind them and one guard in front of her. She was watching him closely, still trying to figure out why he was sparking. Did he learn a new trick or something" Granted, like she wasn't one to talk, her eyes had sparks in them constantly after all. A smirk perked on her lips while he asked about the outside," War, dude...war dude..." The good times were starting to flash back to her as she continued to observe him. It was refreshing.

"War" Heavy, man." He was headed, of course, to the kitchen. Six months on military-style rations was a nightmare for any food aficionado, and when he'd reached it he nearly emptied out the fridge to make, oh, everything inside of it. "Who's in it?"

When he reached for a knife, it sort of slid up towards him while his hand went out.

Orbs slid with the knife, more like following it. Lilith lifted her head back up to look to him," Us and a race called Taggress....errr.....Tagirians..." She paused and eyeballed the food for a moment. A shrug came from her and she moved to settle on the stool near the counter he was working at," I was coming to your room to get you to the safe house..." Once more she was showing her sobering lifestyle.

"No house is safer than a safe house, Lil-dude. But I'm bettin' they're all kinds'a loaded up with military rations. And, after six months of 'em, I need a few hundred sammies. Dig?" Everything in the refrigerator that COULD'VE been made to a sandwich, was being made into a sandwich.

Snickering, she leaned against the counter and nodded," Dig....Dude....Dig." Smirking to him while she waited for the food to be made," If you don't want to go to the safe house then....I suppose you could stick by me if you want. I mean....Think about it. I am under close watch." Mumbled lightly and gesturing to the guards.

"Lose the guards, Lil-dude. They totally clash with your gnarly arm sling dealy. Like, tooootally." By now, through that GRIEVOUS amount of time taken, he'd eaten about twelve sandwiches comparable in size to Dagwoods, at the very least.

"Y'know, I could totally do with a walk 'cross the grounds. Let's kick it." And with that, he completely disregarded her safe house idea and started his walk. Man, he was INTO it today.