What The Luck!?

"It's pretty clear that no one has had a chance to keep up on the gardening well. Look, the shrubs have yellowing leaves on them so they haven't been properly watered in a long time. The tree there, look, that should be a healthy apple tree. But those grey branches on the top are dying. That means it was left to just grow without any care. I might not be able to save it." The group watched as Jackson started to evaluate every single blade of grass or flower growing around.

"I'm pretty sure that this has been on the market for like, three years, But it was apparently made by some writer who had a hit novel. He wowed the fantasy genre then threw money around until he ran out and moved to Mexico. Super weird but hey, he did what he liked." The background on the mansion was a little odd but no one really questioned it. This was just another fact about the place that Art seemed to have already decided on buying.

"Oh no…look at that ivy. It doesn't even have proper space to grow. It's a tragedy." The group had officially lost Jackson who was going toward the larger part of the garden. They all pretend not to hear him as he ranted about the walk through garden he would be building if they lived in this place.

Art reached down for what appeared to be a decorative rock and pulled a key from under it. He unlocked the door and revealed a massive white marble staircase that led to the second floor. "I think the entry way speaks for itself."

The high ceilings were another massive perk. "I could fly in here if I want!" Sammy had the idea that she would easily be able to fly around the mansion if she wanted.

"You could…but. Should you?" Jane knew that it was asking for trouble. If she said that Sammy had free reign to fly around when she learned to fly then everyone would be able to use their super powers inside as much as possible.

"Don't worry. There is a space you can fly. You see. The writer wasn't a huge money maker forever but he was eccentric. The basement is right off the main floor here." No one knew why ASrt was pushing all of them to start in the basement. But the theory that they should start from the bottom and work toward the top did make some sense.

They easily descended the finished stairs deep in to the basement. But when they expected to land on a flat surface they found that there was a large elevator. The basement was not even close yet. "Alright, tell me where we are going?" Louis was not liking the feeling of going so far underground. Lightning would dissipate in to the earth and for some reason, it was making him uncomfortable knowing this.

The elevator slowly brought them down further and when the door opened with a soft hum, the group was stunned. Even Art was silent since he had only seen pictures.

"Ehm, so. The guy was a huge fitness buff and built his own private gym far away from everyone. His super power was also fire based so heaven made it about to withstand a ton of damage. I guess that's what people do when they had too much money." No one was able to tease Art for having too much money now. They had found what someone could do when they abused it.

"I think this is enough room and equipment for all of us to terrain different work outs for a year or two. I swear. Even the school gym isn't this well set up with weights." Cara started to wander forward to check things out. There was every piece of work out machine possible.

"Why would someone need three stationary bikes? It was one guy. He should have been fine." It appeared that Jane was about to jump right on the bike to test it out before Louis found the next amazing thing.

"There's a pool here!?" No one was able to believe him until they ran to the wide open center of the massive room. There were panels on the floor that could roll away and show off a very deep and long lap pool.

"That means more resistance training!" This was perfect for Laura. Her speed caused her joints to deal with a heavy amount of stress. Being able to train with less stress on her joints was perfect. The water would be ideal and soon she found that she was able to change everything about the pool with settings nearby. "I can even make it warmer or colder if I want. We can do some harsh environment training, Jackson…"

"Jackson is still outside." Asher burst in to laughter. They had left him outside when they entered and he was sure that Jackson would already have some form of a garden growing by the time they were back outside.

"Speaking of Jackson, I don't think he could lift all the weight here. How much could this guy lift that lived here?" Cara found the largest weights and knew no one in the group could even get close to lifting it.

"He was some body builder turned writer. I think he was some record holder for lifting without a super power that improved his strength." This was another shrug from Art but in reality, it was an impressive feat. Another reason why they were amazed that this person had cut and run when life got tough.

"Wait. we have the rest of this huge place to explore. We can worry about training here later." Asher felt that it would be a little sad to only work out where but he also dad the massive benefits that would come with having their own gym. Art had really done his research when it came to what they would need for a super hero group headquarters.

"Yes! We have to look at the kitchen still!" Art had purposefully ignored the chance to look at the kitchen online. He wanted it to be a surprise.

"You know, it's kind of weird that we aren't looking at this place without all of our parents. Like, we should have their approval, right?" It was an odd feeling for them to have. Laura had expected that Art would bring all their families when it came time for them to truly tour a place to live.

"We can tour it again later. We needed to see what we would need here. It's mostly for the hero headquarters then we will get stronger and one day have an entirely new place we build ourselves to live." Art still wasn't going to let go of his dream to build themselves their own place one day. If that was the case then they would all have their own personalized space. Asher caught on o this and realized that it was exactly like Art's previous hioke where his parents had their own labs and so had his grandparents. Itr made too much sense to be a coincidence.

Making it back upstairs to the first floor was a lot faster now that they had gained the energy to explore. There was a lot less caution as they chose to head down the next hallway toward a set of double doors. "Holy dining room…" The dining room did not appear to have been used often. It was in perfect condition with a very long and large oak dining table in the center. There were even painting displayed on the walls so that it would add to the atmosphere.

"You said that right…" Sammy and Louis were both stunned. They felt that they had walked in to some form of fancy restaurant that they would need to pay an arm and a leg just to be in.

"I don't think I will ever be unhappy to eat here. But I don't think I can allow myself to eat boxed noodles in here." The sadness on Asher's face soon broke back in to a smile, But that means we need to have fancier tacos when we eat." He would do anything to get them to have a better and more elaborate taco night.

"Guys. you are forgetting the best part. The kitchen is through here." Art pushed through a hidden doorway that blended in with the wallpaper so it was inconspicuous for events.

The silver shine of stainless steel greeted their eyes. Art seemed to melt in to the floor while looking at the extremely professional kitchen. He would be able to better use this room than anyone else due to his cooking experiences with his grandmother. This place would let him show off every dish and formula she taught him to some of his best abilities.

"Art, stop drooling. You can't cook here yet. But when you can you are in charge of pizza night." Jane had never had Art cook pizza but she felt that they needed to get him to do so. This was the perfect chance to get him to do it while he was excited and more easily convinced.

"I don't care what we cook.. As long as it's on these perfectly flat counters."