I scanned the area quickly, and found my next target. I entered the lounge area of one of the nearby male suites. Around the lounge area were three bedrooms and a bathroom, with a small kitchen off to one side. The place was decorated as I figured most male dorms would be - posters and pennants of the home football team, images of sexy ladies, a beer advertisement that looked like it had been swiped from a bar, and other masculine decor.
It looked as though only one of the residents was in at the moment. He was sitting on the couch, in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, watching a baseball game on TV. As I entered the room, I sat next to him on the couch.
"Hi John," the guy said to me.
"Hey Mike," I replied. I decided to alter reality a bit, and have myself be accepted as one of the residents of this suite. In fact, as far as Mike or anyone else was concerned, I was a pretty ordinary guy who moved in when everyone else did, and as roommates we had become pretty good friends.
"How's the game going?" I asked.
"Boring as fuck," Mike replied. "Sixth inning and still no runs scored."
I nodded, although I cared little for his quaint human interests. It was time for things to get a bit more interesting
