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[color=darkgray][color=khaki]“There’s too many of ya…”[/color]  The grizzled juvenile voice spoke out.

[color=khaki]“What exactly have ya gone and done here?  This isn’t right.”[/color]

She seemed genuinely put out by the fact.  As if it were [b]HER[/b] place and her responsibility for such things.

The Kid had picked up on there being extra people here, and whilst she hadn’t known anyone well enough in the Rec Room, she could tell there were extras.  She just wasn’t sure which ones.

[color=76424e]“Is that a problem?”[/color]  Rex asked, the large stony teen breaking the silence.

The Kid smiled.  A question.  She revelled in the opportunity to impart information.

[color=khaki]“Can be, yeah.”[/color]  She said, with a knowing grin.  [color=khaki]“I don’t know if you lot have noticed yet, but the screws get antsy when there’s too many of us in one place.  Or if the power level swings too high in one place.  It’s why tomorrow, they’re gonna break you up into smaller more manageable groups.  Now you’re all gonna be known as a Bloc letter – dunno what your designation is, but you’ll be in smaller units above.  They’ll probably push it as some measure so you can develop and hone teamwork abilities with a few more familiar people.  But it’ll really be cos it scares the shit out of our ‘porters’.  So the administration does things to accommodate them.  Don’t want guards goin’ on strike now, do they?”[/color]

She let out an uncomfortably low growl of laughter for her appearance.

The group had already experienced that.  As the majority of the group had witnessed a jumpy guard being quick on the trigger with his pepper spray earlier.

[color=khaki]“But yeah, there’ll certainly be no escapin’ it in your instance… what’ve you got, twenty-five?  Twenty-four?  How’d you lot swing that?”[/color]

[color=mistyrose]“We’re not supposed to be here.”[/color]  Came a soft voice from a new person they hadn’t seen or heard from previously in bright white reflective clothing.  Everyone turned.

[color=mistyrose]“That’s why.”[/color]  Vanyssa elucidated.

[color=mistyrose]“Four of us, came through unique means.  Wound up here.”[/color]

The large form of Kaiden gave a little wave.

[color=8F2A2A]"So what's likely to happen from here?"[/color]  The brassy blonde rockabilly asked, looking up from her tray.

[color=khaki]"Well, tomorrow mornin' first thing, they'll likely break you all up into smaller groups.  Two or three's not uncommon, but considering there's twenty four of ya, and considering you just blew Calculus away in the first five minutes of bein' here - and wasn't that a thing of beauty, by the way.  Well, I wouldn't even rule out four or maybe even five."[/color]

[color=khaki]"Long story short... I don't get surprised by too much here normally, but I reckon you bunch might be treated outside of the ordinary."[/color]

[color=76424e]"You keep saying twenty-four, and you, what about you and those others we met--?"[/color]

[color=khaki]"The half dozen you met in the rec room?  We're not in your bloc number.  We're just a welcoming bunch of low numbers they grouped together to ease you in to the rest of the people here."[/color]

[color=7fffd4]"Low numbers?"[/color]  Queried the Hawaiian air rider.

[color=khaki]"Yup.  Number #543 at your service.  The lowest number at this here facility.  When I started out those numbers held a lot more meaning, and the handling of the... residents... was a lot more sterile in nature.  Most of us weren't considered much more than the numbers they assigned us on arrival.  But the low numbers are long timers here, who have either washed out, or as yet not completed the Ju-V program to a regular schedule.  The six of us aren't in a real bloc anymore, with most of the people we arrived with already having progressed through.  So no, we're not in your bloc.  You'll probably see us around a bit, though.  We tend to get grouped as our own separate bunch, since they don't really have much other way of sorting us."[/color]

[color=ed8545]"So tomorrow morning they group us, then what?"[/color]  Asked Adam.

[color=khaki]"Well, then your program starts in earnest.  Some of you they'll probably take into Heuristics, or training, get a sense of your powersets, what development they figure you'll need and identifying what they think you'll be capable of.  Others will probably go out on some local patrol with a local metahuman hero affiliate of Aegis... kinda like a ridealong.  They'll keep you busy regardless.  Nothing that'll actually be too involved yet, though.  Too much liability for that.  But yeah, showing you the basic ropes, and what's expected of you."[/color]

[color=8882be]"So how will they decide who they'll be grouping together?  Do we get to pick who we go with?"[/color]  Kaiden asked.

[color=khaki]"Now that I can't help ya with."[/color]  The Kid said, explaining the limits of her knowledge.  [color=khaki]"I've never noticed a common thread for how they divide blocs up.  They'll split roommates, leave others together, if there's a rhyme or reason to it, I've never figgered it.  Any of you could be together, or any of you separated."[/color]  She stopped and shrugged, aware at how little help the honest answer was.

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