(I PAVE MY ROADS WITH SHEEP AND WHEAT o_o)
"Settlers of Catan," the younger man responded, and Caleb made a sort of ah! noise of assent. That name definitely sounded correct. "My siblings like it, too. And yeah, it's pretty fun… though I'm more of a chess/Go player myself. Not that I'm all that good, but I like the thought."
Caleb nodded noncommittally, not wanting to admit that he had been confused until he realized that ‘chessgo’ was in fact two different games. He would play chess if that’s what was available, but it wasn’t really his thing. And while he had heard mention of go once or twice, he had no clue what the game was about. Something related to chess, I guess, Caleb mused as he finished his bowl of stew.
Heather responded with a nod. "Sounds good. Though I wouldn't mind being able to veg out with a good video game either." Caleb would have agreed wholeheartedly with that, but before he could swallow his mouthful and respond, she had continued on once more. "I've been thinking about it all day and I think we're meant to be a stealth or infiltration team. I create cover to move in under, Caden scrambles the cameras, Jacinta can be a living flash grenade if we run into trouble, and Caleb telepathically coordinates us from above."
Huh. Caleb looked askance at the girl, surprised despite himself. Heather seemed rather well-informed for a kid her age. He knew, intellectually, that adults constantly underestimated kids. It was different to experience it firsthand. And while the idea of them working as an infiltration team was somewhat intriguing, what really caught Caleb’s attention at this particular moment was the suggestion of Caden messing with the cam--
"I wouldn't say I could scramble cameras," Caden objected. Caleb sighed inwardly. So much for that idea.
"All I know about my powers is they have something to do with electricity. While it would be interesting to know what my ability actually is, I don't have any desire to go through the morphing process again anytime in the near future."
“Isn’t that the truth,” Caleb groused. A portion of him hated the idea of transforming. But the rest of him wondered how easy it would be to be able to turn into a bird and, potentially, fly away from this godsforsaken place.
Not without Abel, he thought fiercely, taking a sip from his cup.
“Training us in stealth infiltration seems a bit counter-intuitive, though...” he trailed off, frowning. Their captors had to have been banking on something more than simply the fear of death to keep them all in line. After all, any skilled under the umbrella of ‘stealth infiltration’ could theoretically be used to break out of the facility.
Caleb didn’t imagine that everyone would be willing to work for these people simply on their say-so. But maybe that had something to do with why only the four of them had been chosen from this project? Maybe his roommates, like him, had a bit more to lose in this situation than the others. So far as he knew, no one else was tied to another prisoner, but maybe they were all keeping it quiet the same way he was.
“...but I guess it makes as much sense as kidnapping people to force them into military service to begin with.” Caleb forced a half-grin, attempting humor. “Must’ve known that an attempt to re-issue a draft would fail if it ever came to a vote, right?”