"Not sweating, not shedding skin--technically all my skin's dead but it's not the kind of dead where it sloughs off, so--not using the bathroom, not getting acne, not having my period, not risking infection any time I get a cut, not accumulating tar in my lungs every time I walk past a smoker, not expectorating horrible gunk every cold and flu season. --I mean, a lot of these problems witches have magical solutions to anyway, but I just do not have to think about it anymore. I'm a huge fan."

"I'm glad it works for you! Especially with the apples, those are seriously clever, yay Lunabellan botanists. Do you have like, sunshine, garlic, silver, etcetera issues?"

"Not really! I mean, garlic smells worse than it ever did before, but I don't have to breathe except to talk, so it's no biggie. I'm told other types of vampire have it worse."

"Oh, how many kinds are there?"

"I dunno, I have a class about vampires but I haven't done a lot of research into that side of the family, so to speak, over the past week, I'm much more excited about witches."

"Totally legit. Are our other presumable suitemates here yet, and if not which room have you claimed?"

"Not yet. I have that one," she says, pointing to the one on the right nearer to the hall than the window.

"Alrighty." May inspects the remaining three rooms for distinguishing features.

The rooms against the outside wall have windows--clear glass, not stained, and regular sized. The rooms against the hall do not. Aside from that, they are very much alike. 

May can FLY and will take a windowed room. She pulls out her packed items from her landscape and starts setting up, Starry Night and all.

While she's doing that, the door to the suite bursts open again, and two unfamiliar voices can be heard from the living room speaking with Ava. 

May floats out of her room. "Hi there!"

"Hi! I'm Emily, and this is my sister Edie." 

"We looked more alike when we were human."

"I would imagine so! I'm May, it's nice to meet you. Are you recent awakenings too?"

"Yep. Was yours natural or guided?"

"Guided, I met a lady called Penelope in her shop a few weeks back."

"Glad to hear it. Ours were natural, that tends to happen under unfortunate circumstances, we don't really like talking about it." 

"On a less depressing note, what are you, we didn't really get much in the way of an infodump."

"I'm a wulong. I recharge off having art around me, one day when I am big and strong I will be able to turn into a ginormous fuckoff dragon. What're you two?"

"You recharge off art? I am so jealous--I'm a Luxal and she's a Lilin, do I need to unpack those--"

"Not to me," Ava says placidly. 

"Ava's apparently read about all of us in a book, but I didn't get either of those options, or the book, so yes please."

"It's in my bag if you want to borrow it," Ava says, reaching over to rummage in her purple messenger bag.

"Luxal means I recharge off of ambient expensive metals and rocks, which is, like, fine, but way less cool than art--Luxals have an associated metal and gem--my metal is steel," she pulls back the cuff of her sweater to reveal a sort of round patch of shiny grey on her wrist, "my bones are made of it and I have patches of it on my skin, and my eyes and core are made of my gem, which is opal," her eyes are kind of unnaturally sparkly, dancing flecks of blue and green, "and if I die you take my core out and immerse it in a bath of my metal and I get better. Lilin means we've got a demon ancestor of some kind somewhere. Sort of like a D&D tiefling except those don't go to Hell when they die. Like, not the way a dead human would, you can summon her back."