The sound of surf.

The guy could cut his jumps close, that was for sure. Ian almost winced, thinking Orion was going to flatten himself in the sand but admittedly glad he didn't. Then the device showed up, some sort of disk that Orion inevitably planned to try and scan Ian with. Maybe if it was something cell-phone sized and unobtrusive Ian would've agreed but he stepped back, using his arms to try and keep the device from being pointed directly at him.

"No, no scanning please. I don't even know what you're scanning for and I don't think I want to know. No reason to start waving something like that in my face. C'mon, stop."

He didn't use his power again, though it was certainly tempting to render that scanning device inoperable. Another display might just make things worse for him, and he had already made up his mind this issue. Orion's place could use someone else in it and Ian said he'd help him. He pressed the issue, trying to steer his new friend back on track.

"Hey we're going to find you a roomie aren't we? someone to share your science cabin? C'mon we gotta get into town and place an ad for you or somethin'."

"Well..."

Ian felt a little bad about denying Orion suddenly. Who was he to deny the guy when he made such a big deal over it? How could he truly say no to such a face? Ian scratched the back of his neck gingerly and looked down and away as he spoke.

"Well we can scan me later, I guess. After the task at hand, I mean."

When Orion was all ready to go, Ian stretched his arms, lacing his fingers together and hearing them crack as his limbs extented. He started to walk and talk, hoping to lead Orion towards Manta Carlos. As he spoke, he cracked each knuckle and finger joint.

"Well, we can put out an ad in the Manta Carlos papers, maybe a TV ad if we can find someone who'd run it."

Ian blinked a few times at 'town crier'

"...If we can find somebody to do the job then we could try town crier, but just so long as its not you and me. We need you to talk to potential room mates and... I'm just not gunna do it."

A description... Ian figured he could provide that much. He was proud of his power at the least, and didn't mind sharing too much about it. What was the worst that Orion could do with this information anyways?

"People in my family are born... with a gift."

He stumbled a bit, family was always a touchy subject for Ian but he was getting better and better at hiding just how it galled him to bring them up.

"We manifest it at different ages, different times, and it always comes out a little different for each of us. Mine was what you saw there. I don't know how deep it runs or the full extent of it but I'm able to reshape stuff, bend it, even power machines or blow things apart."

With a shrug Ian put his hands back in his pockets and turned his head away, looking down slightly. Explaining it always made it feel like there was less to it, and it was downright magical when it did. Up To Me was the best thing to ever happen to Ian, but he felt like there was so much more to it, that he was only scratching the surface of his powers, of Up To Me's potential...

"By the sounds of things, though. A newspaper ad might be the best way to go. Maybe even some online ads?"

Ian didn't know how secret these secret little islands were, but at the very least an ad in the local paper might be worth trying, and he had found himself apprehensive to talk about those powers he was so proud of.

"I can help with the online part, I think. You can leave that Up To Me."

Ian spoke with that renewed veneer of confidence, he brought his hands up and punched his palm. As he walked, watching over Orion's shoulder, he cracked his knuckles then laced his fingers and stretched, more cracking. He was quick to want to put his revelations behind him. The slap on the back made him stumble a bit though, but his composure regained before his footing, as they walked he thought about it, and as he thought he crossed his arms a bit, looking up the path back into 'civilization'. They were not too far away from shops, houses, restaurants... All things considered, what Ian thought was a creepy hidden metal shack might actually be a trendy, noveau beachfront pad for two.

"We can stick to the old media too, though. And I think I know where we can put out an ad in the paper, maybe even put some flyers up at the school."

As Ian walked he shifted, hands back into his pockets. He cast a warmer than normal smile at Orion, not coming off as so angry or rude anymore. Not once did Ian expect he'd meet someone on the beach, not someone like this and not in a situation like this. It wasn't as unwelcome as he already thought it'd be. A breeze rustled the trees as Ian mulled over the offer that Orion had made to him.

"Maybe when we get you a proper roomie we can focus on what I can do a little more. Heck, I can give a demonstration and we can do some renovation later, if you'd like."