[u]Oliver[/u]

The Academy was stunning. An island paradise. Absolutely everything he could have asked for, aesthetics wise, and then so much more. The boat ride over was less than glamorous, more for the occupants than the boat itself, and then the assembly began the seemingly endless parade of rules, obligations and restrictions. As if they could stop him. Oliver was of the mind of doing all the drugs, sex and drinking he wanted to whenever he wanted to with whomever he desired and he was a man of varied tastes, particularly when there was an authority challenging him not to indulge himself. 

He found some people to talk to, some nondescript returners who were eager to know where he came from. Naturally, he became as vague as possible, leaving only vague hints just so he could hear them beg for more information and get frustrated with his elusiveness. When that got boring, he moved on to the Administration Building to get his room assignment. His only wish was that his roommate wasn't a complete stiff. It was no fun to hang out with people who didn't want to have fun.

When he asked who his roommate was, the receptionist handed him the envelope and pointed to the corner of the lobby. Fortunately for him, one Todd Thompson was the lingering type. He certainly looked spooky standing off like that, but Oliver wasn't about to let himself be intimidated. Already, he was convinced he would win him over.

"Hey, you're Todd?" It was more of a statement than a question. He stuck out his hand. "Oliver Long. Looks like we're roomies, roomie." A grin spread across his lips and he looked him over, sizing him up mostly. "This your first time here, too?"

[u]Vera[/u]

When Sam flickered, Vera blinked vaguely wondering if she had begun to hallucinate. What cruel irony that would be; A healer falling prey to some incurable genetic mental disorder. Then he vanished completely, so completely that her eyes widened a fraction in surprise at who she could barely sense his presence. Out of curiosity, she reached out to the space beside him where he had been and searched for him only to find the barest traces of his self-assurance and amusement. She didn't have anything to say to that. Maybe he would stand a chance against Valjean.

Once they made it to the Administration building, she searched around for Ethan as Henry went on with his usual speech and spotted the boy between Morrison and some other bloke she didn't recognize. Unbidden, a smile came to her lips and she watched him, waiting until she caught his eye, to give him a little wave with her fingers. The smile widened when he returned her wave and visibly flushed pink from his head down to his neck.

The snapping of claws successfully snagged her attention again only to find Henry was going off on protocol again. She zoned out once more, her eyes scoping out the new and returning students moving about the lobby this time. Absently, she realized she would have to track down her roommate at some point. Historically, she had decent luck when it came to roommates, but she was always a little apprehensive each year. Luck only lasted for so long. Her attention returned to the group when someone said her name. She looked around to Sam and put together that he was saying goodbye to her. "You can call me Vee," She said, flashing him a grin, "I'll see you around." To rest she said, "Later." and made her way to the front desk.

The exchange was quick and in moments she held a key and the name of her new roommie. Amanda Blackmore. Blackmore. Right. She heard a thing or two about Amanda, but she wouldn't let gossip cloud her judgment. She threw a look around the room just in time to see Amanda leave with a younger girl, presumably a new student. She reacted quickly. "Amanda!" She called and threw herself into a quick jog to catch up to her. "Hey! Amanda!" Vera slowed down as she neared them and put on a polite smile for her roommate. "Hey, I'm Vera- Your roommate. It's nice to meet you."

[u]Ethan[/u]

"Yes..." Ethan was a little slow to react to the hand, but put his own warm hand in his and gave it a light squeeze. "I'm Ethan. It's nice to meet you, Felix." He seemed alright, but strangers, regardless of who they were, instilled a strong hesitance in him. He shot a look back to Morrison and hastily introduced them. "Um, this is my f-friend, Morrison," He said, stepping out of the way for Felix to see him fully. It wasn't like Ethan covered him much. The Cajun easily towered over them both.

That was when he felt the slight tingle of someone's eyes on him and he looked and saw who it was and subconsciously held his breath. Vera. Oh. He tentatively returned her wave as heat crept up his neck and into his face. Oh, god. There was no point in hiding it. Just thinking about it would only make it worse. Sharply, he looked away and planted his arms firmly by his sides. 

"So, um, I- uh, haven't gone to get my key yet...." His fingers pestered the hem of his sleeves again.