The Game Room is the hangout room. It's really just the room where the students come to unwind from a day of learning and play pool, fooseball, watch T.V. or have a dip of icecream or soda. This highly visited room can sometimes get very rambuncius and loud, but it is still the funnest place in the mansion. Take a seat and watch a movie, play an arcade game, or some pool.
Things to do Here:
Get an ice cream cone, popcorn, soda, or other snacks and refreshments from the snack bar.
Watch a movie on the 64" flat screen on the comfy couch or the relaxing reclining chairs.
Play a game of pool with friends or by yourself.
Play a game of pinball.
Play foosball with a friend.
Play on any videogame system you want, the game room has them all.
Check out the fish in the fish tank (all are salt water fish).
*He grabbed a pocket knife from his back pocket and pulled it out. He uncased it to show her.* I hope you don't mind a little blood. *he dragged it across his palm, and it showed a cut, and blood came from it. Ron made a grimace of pain and then watched it and Delilah's face. The wound began to form back together into skin, and all that was left was the blood. He watched her reaction.*
She seems unfazed by the blood. "Your wounds heal by themselves." she says as she stands up from her place and looks around up until finding a towel near the fridge. She wets a tin part of it just a little bit using some water. "That's useful. I wish I could show you my powers, but they don't work on other people yet, and it isn't obvious if I apply them to myself. Still your powers though..." She walks back to the seat and starts dabbing the blood off so that it won't stain. "Very cool." She looks up at him and smiles. "There. Now your blood won't stain the couch."
*He was disappointed that she hadn't freaked out.* They're useful when I'm getting attacked. Other than that, they're basically health insurance. *he said laughing only slightly at his own joke. When she finished, he thanked her.* Thanks. I think your powers would be nice, sense you could nearly make anyone do what you wanted them to do. A war could be going on, and you could change the soldiers perspectives to attack their leader. You could probably solve world peace once you get your powers down really well. Mine can't really be controlled or - anything like that. I just gotta punch stuff.... *he trailed off.*
She places the cloth down somewhere, because there's no way she's going to continue holding that. "Well, I'm not powerful enough to do any of that yet. That'll change when I get older." she says, "Maybe the same will happen to you. Give it a year or so, and I'm sure you'll be able to control it."
*He took the cloth from her, and wadded it up so that the blood wasn't showing, and put it next to him.* The only major thing I can't control with my powers is my anger. Once I'm pissed, you can say goodbye to the mother f@#^er who pissed me off. He'll be knocked into the sky so high, you'd think he were a missle.