Henry's clock went off. The meta looked over at the digital clock. 5AM.

The hardest part about getting up this early was just that, getting up. Once you were up though, things were easier. In the end it was worth it though. Henry, much like Jaska and other animal based meta humans, had incredible hearing and sensual capabilities, for Henry it hurt to be within the building when the alarm went off, so he improvised. Henry had become relatively used to such early awakenings, and was up and around before most people opened their pretty little eyes. School didnt start for another four hours. He had time for his morning routine.

He had no need for a shower, he didn't perspire like a human did any longer. He didn't really get oily or dirty the way mammals did. His body smelt like salt water - the beach, where he spent almost all of his free time, whether it be surfing or fishing. He was much happier to be a member of staff now. He had a bigger room, and a personal fridge, and no room mate. He was able to store his surf board in the open and actually personalize his residency for a change. He threw on his wetsuit. He had a few of them. Fitted for his huge body, and for his comfort too. They ran down to his ankles, which left a good amount of leg left exposed. His legs were built like a birds, which elongated angle bones that caused him to walk on his toes. Almost like a Raptor's. It ran up his body, but had no sleeves, leaving his muscled arms exposed. Some of it was natural, some of it was earned.

His first activity of the day was opening his computer and sending an email to his family. A quick message, he sent them an email every day, and attached a picture of himself, or a group photo, or something he had found. He got to see them once a year if he was lucky, and he had missed out on a lot growing up without a mother and father. It had led to him being very independent sure, but was that always a good thing? Independent, not distant. He snapped a quick photo of himself giving the 'peace' symbol, and sent, then closed his computer. He grabbed his phone, and one of the many letters he had on his desk, and a sleeve that had a clip on it, which he wrapped around his bicep and attached his phone too. He slipped the letter underneath the phone, and plugged in some bluetooth headphones. It wad now 5:45.

A morning jog before hitting the gym, jog to the wall, one lap just outside of the inner wall, and then jog back. By the time he had returned it was 6:30 in the morning. He had seen another person, a new one, coming out as he came back in. Poor girl, if she wanted to get longer jogs in, she'll nee to get out earlier. Out of breath, he stopped at the gym to get a drink and continue on with his workout. Dead lifting, Squats, sit ups, push ups (wide armed and one armed), pull ups with both his arms and his tail, stretching, and few laps in the pool. He normally would do more, but he was crunched on time and he wanted to have time for breakfast.

He stopped by the cafeteria, getting a huge stack of pancakes, bacon, ham, hash browns, sausage... You name it, he probably had it on his plate. As he ate he slipped the letter he brought with him out of his phone sleeve to read over. He tore it open with his claw, and flipped it open, taking out a card. As he opened it a postcard fell out and onto the table. His eyes flashed to it, to make sure it didnt fall in his food or off the table he was eating on. Seeing it was safe, he returned his attention to the card without really processing the picture yet. He pushed his empty plate away, and checked his watch, which was expensive looking and made of stainless steel. His mom had sent it to him on his 20th birthday. He absentminded toyed with the silver chain around neck. He had gotten that when he turned 21. He heard the alarm go off in the distance. It was 7:30AM. He began reading the letter, it was written in neat cursive, definitely his sister's handwriting.

"Hope you're doing well Scales! We miss you over here! Cant wait to see you again, visit sometime, kay? I love you!"
-Samantha Olin

PS: Consider this your invitation!

Henry furrowed his eye ridges at the letter for a moment, and looked back down to the post card. It was a picture of his sister, most likely having been snapped by the server at the fancy restaurant they were in. Sammy looked incredible, dressed in a beautiful red dress, her asian complexion angelic, her brown hair groomed into a fine braid. The look of shock and awe on her face...

The man in front of her was kneeling down on one knee, he was handsome: Caucasian with slightly tanned skin, tall, dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His face, from the side at least, looked angular and masculine. He had the James Bond look to him: tall, dark, and handsome. But unlike James Bond, he had a bright and shining smile and friendly eyes. He had talked to the man over a voice chat in the past, but he had never seen Henry's face. Scott was his name, and from what he had heard Scott was good humored and the nicest young man on earth. He was in a suit, and holding a black box with something sparkling in it.

Henry's eyes welled up with tears. He was rushed with a wave of nostalgia. Suddenly he was four and his sister was seven, and they were playing in the back yard with their black lab Monroe, who was just a puppy then. Then he was brought to reality, a grown man, a powerful meta human. His sister a strong and beautiful young woman who would soon become someone's strong and beautiful wife. Henry broke down.

He set down the note, and pushed his empty plate aside. Vespera, Valjean, if anyone saw him they would surely make fun of him. But his sister was getting married! He had always been as close as he could to his sibling. He loved her so much and he was so happy she had ended up with someone who made her so happy. He would have to inquire with management about taking two weeks of leave in the next eight months or so, to be there for the wedding. He would have to write her back.

After wiping away the tears, he stood up and returned the plate to be cleaned, keeping the letter and postcard in hand. It was 7:45, people were beginning to come into the cafeteria now, having finished their morning preparation. He left and made a quick stop back at his dorm to drop off his things and change from his wetsuit into a casual blue button up shirt and long khaki pants. He placed the postcard and letter up against the fridge, among many other cards, and used a magnet to keep it to the spot he planted it.

Time to head back down to the cafeteria and socialize with those groggy teenagers who were just waking up. He was ready for the day now. He realized that Jaska would probably need something fresh like he had preferred when he first came here, and he grabbed a cod from his fridge and put it into a plastic grocery bag. If he came smelling the fish, great, if not, he would eat it.

He left his room, feeling nostalgic and happy after the letter he had gotten, and headed back to the cafeteria, only to run into Dana. Not literally of course, but he came pretty close as she was just behind the door. She looked worn out. He could guess why.

"Woah, hey Dana, you need some help?" He said, cocking his head to the side. Not really waiting for her to answer, as he knew well enough she would say yes, he grabbed the handles of her chair and moved her out if the doorway. He wheeled her into the lineup as well, since she would probably need help carrying her food. "When you order, I'll pick it up and take it over. You know me, I've already eaten. Just grab us a table." The reptile man said, giving his friend a smile, hoping she'd manage to snag one of those circular tables with the comfortable chairs. Those were niiiiiice...

Red Winston

The sound of the siren was something that Red wouldn't forget, even if he didn't possess limitless memory. He could swear that from all the waking up methods humanity has discovered over the years, this was by far the worst. He wished that the sound came from an alarm clock so he could reverently send it to its final destination- out of the window. He was sure that Jake would thank him if that was the case, considering he didn't do the same thing himself. Cursing the more than annoying sound, he lifted his body from his bed and scratched his head. It was 7 sharp. He was still sleepy, having to seperate much of the school's gossip he heard on the boat, the Cafeteria and the Administration Room, forcing him to sleep at around 2am. Sleeping for a few hours affected his brain speed, after all. He once again cursed.

He tidied up his bed, brushed his teeth and checked himself on the mirror. He made an imaginative list of what he had to do before going to the education building.

"Shower, hair-gel, gray vest and pants, blue shirt, black shoes, no tie, out of the room, cigarette, food, coffee, cigarette, lesson."

He was incapable of using more than nouns before having a coffee to wake him up. That applied to when he was talking to someone. Red could be the most insociable person when he was drowsy, a thing that he showed when answering to Jake.

"Cafeteria, later." was what he said to Jake before he left the room.

He followed his schedule exactly as planned, up to the point where he left the room. The difficult part was next. It was 7:30 and Red needed to smoke, but, in contrast to yesterday, the full force of the staff was out there and he was too sleepy to find a place to hide. So much for smoking was what he tried to say to himself, but didn't have the energy to. Once again, he cursed. What Red hated the most was getting out of schedule, especially if there was nothing he could do to get back on track. If he could help it, he would lock every last staff member and teacher for ten minutes, smoke and then let them out again, just to make sure that his plans were not messed up. =

Unfortunate that he couldn't enjoy a cig, he skipped to the Cafeteria. Students have already gathered there and the line to the buffet was long. One more day of him listening to unnescessary gossip, which would subsequently lead to him sleeping less hour to sort it out. There were probably familiar faces in the Cafeteria already, but he didn't try to look for anyone, instead getting a tray with food and coffee and sitting on a random table, not even considering looking if anyone was sitting there or not. The only thing he needed to do now was to wake up. Aside from that, anything else came in second. He took a sip of coffee and a bite off a toast. It was the only thing he could focus on, right now.

Christopher Fox

Chris woke up at 6:15. He didn't want to risk Valjean waking up while he was in the room, he would most probably be irritating. Chris would most probably have to listen to this oversized gorilla for most of the day, so he didn't want to have to have the same thing happening in his room. For once, though, Valjean didn't wake him up during the night, but it was apparently because he didn't see him sleeping. He might not have come to the room at all for all Chris cared - and hoped. But, to his annoyance, Valjean was on his bed, snoring like a buffalo. Not that he expected less.

It was his Extreme Makeover- Academy 218 Edition day. He had the chance and the tools to take care of himself for once in over a decade. Chris wasn't a man to be concerned with fashion, but he knew how to take care of himself in order to look good, or at least better than he was right now. He combed his hair straight and tied them in a ponytail (like David Beckham a football player he admired) and also cut his beard, making it even and better-looking. He considered shaving, but then, his skinny face would stand out too much. After that, he brushed his teeth, showered and used all the nescessary cosmetics (deodorant, perfume). He also had some clothes in his room. T-shirts, short-sleeved shirts, anything he was normally wearing in the past, probably Henry's doing. His attire today included a pink Hawaiian shirt, jean bermuda shorts and a pair of sandals. Just like the old times. Cold was never an issue for Chris, so he would dress lightly the whole year, even if it meant he would get sick or frostbite. He just didn't feel right with heavy clothing.

After grooming himself, he once again checked the clock. 6:50. Right on time. He left the room, leaving poor Valjean to wake up by the savage and merciless sound of the siren, which was forged in the depths of Hell. He knew first hand how badly the siren sounded. In the past, he was thinking very seriously of using his powers to pluck it out and into the depths of the ocean, a thing that he would have already done if it wasn't for Adam, this damn son of a...he didn't want to finish his thought.

It was 7 o'clock. Chris had already closed his ears, so the siren wasn't as unbearable as it would be if he was sleeping. Not wasting his time, he headed to the Cafeteria, where he was one of the first people to come. The others had just woken up and probably wouldn't be there yet. On the contrary, most of the staff was already awake and eating, much to his dismay. Most of the people knew who he was and what he had done. That made him feel uneasy. He was lucky enough to see Henry among the staff and talk to him or so he thought. Before giving Henry a signal, he was already gone. Not having anyone to talk to, he decided to fill his tray with as much food as he could. Even though his appetite was still miniscule, he thought that since he had a lot of time, maybe he could try to eat some more.

He sat on the furthest table from both the entrance and the buffet, to minimize the chance of someone joining him. He gave much thought about what occured with Vespera yesterday and decided not to open up too much to her in the future. She wanted to be a different woman and he wasn't going to stop her. Besides, he was to vulnerable right now to keep up with her current confidence and character. He would be willing to help her change if she wanted to, but it wasn't the case. From the way Henry spoke to her last time, she had apparently adapted this personality for some time and for her to still retain it, she must have been enjoying it. He considering keeping an eye on her for her safety in secret, but he rejected the idea, remembering that Vespera had a way to know about who was near her. Probably something related to her ability. In any case, he wasn't planning on looking for Vespera today, preffering to ask Henry's opinion on the matter. Henry was always the wise one of the duo, even when it came to love. If he wasn't for the scales, he would probably be Mr. Academy 218. Actually, Chris was pretty much sure that Henry could easily beat any reptile in a beauty contest. The idea made him laugh a bit.

The Cafeteria started filling with people, with Chris looking for Henry. But with the crowd getting bigger, his vision was limited and couldn't locate his friend, if he was here at all.

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

Cordelia woke up the same way she always did.

It was unlikely, that Gabe-in her groggy, would-murder-someone's-family-for-five-more-minutes state of consciousness, would notice, but Lynn's shadow reached down from the wall beside her and rested a hand on the girls shoulder. Lynn had caught herself, not whipping out her switchblade in front of her roommate-although, her hand under her pillow, her face cold and full of fury-it probably looked sketchy enough.

A moment or two passed and Cordelia remembered where she was-the Academy. Not the place her dreams often took her to. She took a few deep breaths, wiping the sweat off her brow and collecting herself. In a tanktop and shorts, far more of Lynn's flesh was exposed than normal. All of Lynn's left shoulder and forearm were consumed with the intricate rendering of the Angel of Death, and the right a pair of twin phoenixes, their tails stopping just short of her elbow. The black ink was a stark contrast to her pale skin, and without her usual get-up of baggy clothing, it became evident just how small Lynn was. You could've fit three or four of her onto the mattress-on which she slept above the covers and sheets, curled up in the fetal position. Lynn's face as she slept wasn't one of discomfort, but rather surprise-like it wasn't used to resting on a pillow for the night.

And in the dead of night, when she began to thrash and scream, her shadow would silently reach down and cup its hand over her mouth, catch her from rolling off the bed, and place her gently back upon the bed, without the roommate or Lynn herself ever the wiser.

"Yeah. Yeah, shower sounds good." Lynn jumped up out of bed and immediately dropped down, grunting out thirty or so push-ups. This was less to maintain her physique and more to burn off the panicked energy that seemed to accompany Lynn upon first waking up. She'd been alerted to sirens many times before, but they were more of the wailing, accompanied-by-blue-lights variety. Lynn staggered up and jogged into their bathroom, showering off and taking her sweet damned time. God this feels amazing.

Gabe, which Lynn had always assumed was a dude's name, but whatever, was still doing her thing when she got out, so Lynn grabbed her bag and retreated back into the bathroom to change. There were...scars...that she prefer not be made known to the world quite yet. Lynn slipped on her other set of clothes, and made a note to herself to get new stuff by tomorrow. Tanktop, if you wanted to be generous. Wifebeater, if you wanted to be accurate. She slipped on a Chicago Bulls hoodie next and pulled on jeans, fastening them to herself only with the assistance of a belt. Lynn double-checked her backpack, getting everything secured in there, and vaguely realized she had no actual school supplies. Huh. Shit.

Well, whatever. This place had a store, she had fast hands. Problem solved.

Lynn found the cafeteria overall too crowded for her liking. Lynn, of course, was at ease in big crowds-it meant plenty of distractions, which meant plenty of easy marks, pickpocket-wise. She eyed a few people who had their phones practically begging to be palmed, but Lynn figured there was no point in stealing something she couldn't sell-there wasn't a black market on the island, she figured.

Lynn smiled wide, a delicious idea coming to her. For once, her day was starting off right!

The girl moved to the serving area, standing in line with a quiet scowl on her face, and piled her plate full of everything. Omelette. Pancakes. Some fruit she probably wouldn't eat because fruit is for little bitches. There's a reason they call people "fruity". Bacon. Sausage. More Bacon. Everything was drowned in syrup and a handful of napkins clumsily ripped from their holder. Whistling to herself, Lynn moved back out the cafeteria and to the steps outside the building, sitting outside to enjoy nature while she ate or some shit like that.

No sleep. For all the hours that transgressed through the night, his consciousness was unsullied by the burden of exhaustion, and was very much alive. Several hours of boredom, doing nothing but contemplate through the night, for wandering outside assigned quarters was forbidden for students. An unfortunate consequence, much like how being made of a unique metal left him unable to pursue a cure for his missing arm should his research come to a conclusive end. Much like how his senses were deadened. But it did leave much time for thought, as maddening as it was. An artificial island. From where would these resources come from to create an island this large in the middle of the ocean? Where surely the waters were so deep, where currents would likely carry away segments of rock and sand and gravel. Mountains off in a distant land, perhaps? Highly doubtful, but an amusing thought when contemplated - taking pity at the idea of some eager explorer seeking a spirit-journey and stumbling upon what would have otherwise been a beautiful scene, a giant chunk of a mountain eaten straight from it.

But such thoughts were a waste of time. What he did focus on was obtaining his work. There should be a non-written source that ought to include where the warehouse is, where supplies and whatnot were stored. If given that knowledge, he should be able to arrive there and figure out a way in. The problem lies, though, in the ability of figuring out what was his. He couldn't quite read anymore. This was not typically a problem with computers - electronics have an interesting way of communicating with one another, and he had developed a fair muscle memory of a computer's keyboard. But in any case, it was finding it that was an issue. He didn't have any associates in the academy - cruel irony, as he would have had a fair few should this "accident" have never occurred. Making friends with children was not his idea of a great time, but he had to use the resources available - regardless of how petty and irresponsible they were. But they were innocent youth, he ought not be so hard on them, right? It was a tricky grey area for Peter, and had mixed feelings. Mixed feelings on a matter were as good as no feelings. He had to find one that could sneak in there and not get caught... and Peter Brooke isn't too hard of a name to read. He doubted that these kids would be so easy to do such a favor for Peter at the risk of their own necks.

Time being the curious thing that it is - where the night itself felt like a hundred hours - it similarly felt as though a mere hour had passed since his contemplation up to the point where the alarm was booming obnoxiously for one excruciatingly long minute. Its sudden stop prompted Peter to stand up, eager to finally leave the room. While he didn't enjoy the idea of mingling, it was a mission he had to complete: find someone who can get in for him. But there was also the matter of when it will get here. An unfortunate wait, yes, but it did leave him time to find a person with the desirable skillset to get in. Perhaps "bond" with them. Peter preferred the idea of compensation, as business was more logical than favors. Though it couldn't be in much money, clearly, since he was hardly funded to begin with. He was still a doctor though. He could provide a long-term I.O.U. He did acquaint himself with one of them though: Samuel Clarke. The boy was rather open in telling Peter about his invisibility, which of course is a useful trick for the job. Sam was high strung it seemed, though. The few moments of silence from last night had to be an indicator - he doubted the two of them were "close" enough for Sam to be doing favors. He was a teenage boy, after all. He had his own, albeit simple, agenda. He'd resort to Samuel later, if he could not find someone else. Speaking of Sam, Peter would be prompted to look silently at the sleeping boy at the inevitable moaning and growling that would come from being abruptly woken by what had to be the worst (albeit effective) alarm ever created. At least his old drill sergeant had his own charm. This alarm was just cold.

Needless to say, Peter left the room without a word. He was not interested in the classes he'd have to partake in - as far as he was concerned, today's schedule was all about studying everyone's behavior. Don't overlook a single soul. Blending in was neither a concern. There was no such reason for him to do such a thing and doing so would be irrational. He took an extra step and his vision and hearing crackled to life. Larger students were usually older students. He was organized to be assigned alongside the older students, so those were the people he'd follow. One such person was an older student. Judging by the texture, had facial hair, a fair amount of it. But what had to be the most peculiar thing was an alarming similarity: one arm! So there were others like him here? This child, like he, had a single arm! It inspired something of a stronger, more resolute sense of obligation to finish his mission. It would be people like him that'd benefit from his research! Peter continued to shadow him until... what? This was the cafeteria, where the banquet was held the previous day. Were there not supposed to be classes for these kids or something, or... this is what he gets for not paying special attention to the schedules. He was too wrapped up in thinking about getting his own stuff back and conceited over being a student, he forgot one of the most important steps: research. Study. Sheesh, it has been many years since he was in school, hasn't it?

So, what would be normal? Sitting at the same table? Sure. So Peter followed up from fifty feet behind and circled the table and sat down - not across from Chris, nor next to him. It was an appropriate diagonal positioning. Surely, nothing conspicuous. Another pulse of static revealed finer features given the shorter distance. But he noticed something amusingly coincidental: his missing arm was the same as his. Two missing right arms. The irony of it didn't escape him. Let the doctor who's seeking the cure suffer from a "power" that eliminated his ability to help other. Let the down-trodden young man be the one with the capability to do more to help in aiding the cause, setting aside the know-how required. But there was something else. A twinge in the eye. Perhaps this boy had come to terms with a missing arm more easily than Peter had.

Poppy Flanagan

Only moments after the siren went off Poppy was bolt upright in bed. She'd always been awakened gently by a servant, this was something foreign to her. Her eyes were wide and her heart pounding. The harsh volume prompted her to cover her ears. It didn't take long to figure out what it was for, by the time it was over she had managed to calm down. They could have turned it off sooner. She felt some crusties in her eyes so she unclasped her ears to flick them away. As she did so she was alerted to Theresa's presence.

She was already dressed, thankfully. Now that there wouldn't be contestation for the bathroom Poppy felt more comfortable with this arrangement. It was short lived as she realized she must look disheveled. When she reached up to run her fingers through her mop she was met with fierce resistance. Great. And I only have two hours... Yet another thing she rarely had do herself. With a lack of practice and such a daunting task she'd be lucky to be done in an hour. That didn't leave her very much time for everything else she had to do.

"Good morning Theresa." Poppy yawned and slid out of bed. As per usual she wore a white nightgown to bed. "Thanks for the pointers." After hearing what she had to say about how easy it was to get ready she wasn't so sure about what she was about to ask. "Um, yeah... about that." She shuffled her feet and looked towards the ground. I can't believe I'm doing this... It wasn't like she could ask anyone else though. "Would you mind helping with my hair before we go?..." Poppy quickly added "if not it's fine. I'll have to figure out how to get ready in timely manner sooner or later."

(you could still have them head to breakfast during your post, doesn't need to be a long scene if any at all)

Vespera Spindel

On the opposite side of the room from Shannon the bed remain unoccupied. Instead Vespera made almost a hammock of webs suspended over the blankets bellow. Her spider side didn't like being smothered by fabric, there was also the fact that she sometimes to transformed in her dormancy. Back during her first year she ruined a few besets and tore up her mattress with the sharp parts of her exoskeleton. One eye opened and glanced over at the clock. It read 5:58 AM, about the same time she stirred from her quiescence every morning. After following about the same routine for over twelve years her it was hardwired into her body clock.

Soundlessly Vespera creeped from her nest and slipped into one of her many and very similar outfits. There actually was a reason that she wore form fitting clothing, aside from aesthetics. Her body didn't grow very much when she transformed allowing her to keep her outfit intact. The main problem was her limbs. One solved by including barely visible slits on the sides of her tops. While she could per say do the same thing with a t-shirt, the slack of the fabric made it difficult to navigated them through the cutouts as they were growing. Cotton isn't the strongest material so she usually ended up making a new set of openings despite her best efforts. Not to mention that the they would be ever present. Of course a jumpsuit would work functionally as well as a corset, it just wasn't her style, or anyone's for that matter.

All it took was a minute, then she was back in her improvised cot. This time she grabbed her knitting needles and yarn. Laying back comfortably she started on the first row. What she was making was yet to be determined, but she'd figure it out soon enough. She always did.

Hmmm, If I knit loverboy a ridiculous sweater I wonder if he'd wear it. Oh wait, I'm forgetting something. For a moment there she wasn't thinking about his missing arm. It would look even sillier with a limp sleeve, but it wouldn't be very prudent gift. The best ideas were for cold weather articles, something that scarcely happened in the tropics. Guess I'll make another shawl then. It was one of her more common projects as it was of the few things she could make that she liked to wear. Another were the half veils she was so fond of.

At five till Vespera vacated the room, she couldn't stand the wake up call. The decibel count considered adequate to wake hardest sleeping students was borderline ear shattering to her sensitive hearing.

First thing was first, she needed some sustenance. Rather than following the stairwell down Vespera placed one hand, then the other on the wall. Shortly thereafter she began to scale the side of the dorms with ease. Once on the roof she created a zipline to the closest part of the surround jungle saving her some time. A leap and a bite later she had breakfast. Looked like today she was having anteater.

Once that was out of the way she entered the cafeteria and looked for a good place to sit.

Dana Lucille Alcott.

Thank god, Henry was here to help. It was hard for her to go about her day without help. She gave Henry a pleased smile, graciously saying, "Thank you, Henry, you're a Heavensent." She was already being pushed up into line. When it was her turn, she ordered some eggs, pancakes, and assorted fruit (Apples, Oranges, etc). Like Dragonfly requested, she rolled her way forward, finding a table for them. It was her M.O to find a spot that was away from everyone else. A place where she can relax, be away from the crowds of annoying and overly aggressive students. Thankfully, her power won't activate where she is now. Too many people are here, at least someone would catch her in their peripheral. When Dragonfly gave her food, she immediately started eating. "I really must thank you. I hate looking like I'm so dependent on other people... but, I just need the help every now and then." She thanked Henry a second time, it might have been a little redundant at this point, but she needed to get that across. She continued munching down on her food. Stopping to look up at Dragonfly, "So..." She stumbled for a subject. Between asking him about his day, or dwelling on needing help, there wasn't much Dana could talk about.

Until someone else wandered onto the table....

Jaska Din Valos, & Dana Lucile Alcott.

Among the many sights, sounds and smells that the lunchroom had, they were all things that Jaska had learned to tune out. This wasn't any different from walking down the street. Not that he was the time that was constantly paying attention to begin with. Except for the overwhelming and powerful sound of fish underwhelmed his sense of smell. He took in a deep sniff through his nose to confirm. Yes... the strong smell of fish. His golden eyes drifted in that direction. It was Henry, with a bag in his hand that couldn't be anything else but a fish. He got up on all fours, digging his claws into the table, almost like was ready to pounce Henry and steal his fish. Of course, stealing was wrong, so he relaxed. He was going to ask for some fish again. However, his near-pounce didn't go unnoticed.

"Little Dragon...? What are you doing?" Gabe asked, stopping what she was doing to look at him.

"I smell fish." Jaska pointed at Henry. "I want fish."

"Go right ahead." Jake said, taking a fork full of food. "Just don't wander too far. I'd rather you stay close to me as possible."

The second he got the green-light, Jaska was off, his senses were superior, so he did hear Jake. He went into predator mode, he crawled off the table, and started quickly scurrying across the floor. He was trying to be discrete, but people couldn't help but notice him. He just wasn't as unnoticeable as he thought he was. He was just ready to attack, the bag was dangling, and he had the element of surprise. He stopped himself... He realized that he wasn't an animal. He was a boy, among people. So, he just casually walked up to the table, clawed his way up onto it, and amused the "gargoyle" position. Nonchalantly as possible. "Hey Henry, can I have that fish?"

Dana raised an eyebrow as this younger fellow, with a rather demonic appearance - It was no worse than what she turns into when everyone blinks.... This kid was definitely pre-pubescent, and she guessed that he was half her age. She wasn't the best with children, but she was going to try. "Hello, who might you be?"

Jaska's head pivoted towards Dana. She was pretty. Mommy told him that ladies like it when you tell him that. "Oh, hiiiiii, pretty lady. I'm Jaska."

"Oh... Aren't you the gentleman." Dana smiled, "Why thank you."

Amanda Daisy Blackmore.

Oooooh, Red. He'll be fun.

Amanda caught Nikki's new friend come in, grab his food, then sit down somewhere. She was relatively uncaring about Red, but she had an idea of what buttons to press now. She stopped eating and grinned wildly. Perhaps she'll have a bit of fun while dealing with breakfast and everything else. She grabbed her plate of waffles, and skipped over to Red's table. She plopped down on a chair, right next to him, she bumped her shoulder into him to get his attention - In case he hadn't already. "Heya, Red!" She loudly said to him, with a toothy smile. "I saw you over here all lonely and I decided I should keep you company...." She cut a piece of her waffles. "... Surprising, since I expected you to have someone out of your little harem of lady friends." She spoke completely nonchalant, "Too bad. Maybe if you were a little older, I'd bag you myself, but I think you're too young. Like wine, you gotta let it age with time."

Deborah Lillian Termellio.



Morning... Jesus, that siren was a blaring pain in the ass. It almost made her want to run up to the Headmaster's office and shove her foot up his ass for implementing such a thing. She massaged her temples for a moment, letting out the loudest groan of anger ever. That's one thing she didn't miss back home. Time for the first day of school, unlike some people, she was actually looking forward to it. She was going to spend her time getting more information about her class mates. Deborah could cheat her ass off when it came to school work. That might sound like it's scummy to do, but her power just tells her the answers to all the questions, or lets her pick up even information about a particular subject. It's not her fault that she got these powers. Thus, school was a breeze. The only problem came when Power training came around. Adam was a bit of a hardass yes, but she actually developed her power under his wing. The actual problem came when she involved other people.

Enough going on about school and her sentiments, she needed to actually get ready for class. She was quick to claim the bathroom for herself. She quickly took her shower... This was actually somewhat annoying. She would always get information about the water (The chemicals in it, how hot it is, and so on), or something else irrelevant. Her power is activated merely because she feels it splash against her skin. It was just something that she had to tune out. She got out of the shower, and the stream of information ended. She let out a sigh of relief and got dressed. She choose a navy-blue button-up, with a long black skirt, and black dress shoes. It was time to get her grub on. Maybe this time her power won't tell her that a roach was on her food (After she put it in her mouth).

Debby was out the door and heading for the cafeteria fast. She was going to eat her food while seeing if she can dig up some useful information about her fellow student. Hopefully her power will gloss the chronic masturbator for once! Deborah stepped into the cafeteria, and looked around. Her power alerted her of anyone she's seen before. But, her power didn't tell her anything new, and honestly they weren't relevant enough for a double-take, so she ignored them for now. She got in line, and got some food. Some eggs, toast with jelly, and an orange. She wasn't too much of a super heavy eater. She needed to maintain this body of hers, after all! While she walked, she eyeballed two new faces....

There were two one-armed men, lame jokes aside, the differences end there. Easily the one that stood out the most was the one made of metal (He seeks interaction through their common features. Wants his target to make the first move. Senses through electrical currents.). It was anybody's guess if the Metal-Man's a student or a staff member. She didn't have enough information herself to make that connection. The other one-armed man (Harbors a guilt like no other. Has recently cleaned himself up, suggesting trauma in past. Wishes to be alone.) looked more normal than Peter, but what Deborah's power was telling her was just so juicy.

Interesting.

While she could sit with someone else (That was actually in her age group), these two actually interested her... The Secret Keeper must learn more about them. She sat down a table away from Peter, she had the guess that Peter was taking the passive role here. If not, she can get information from them just fine. She ate her food, glancing towards them every now and then. Perhaps if they took a notice to her, she would introduce herself. Because she would know before they do. Unlikely, she didn't need her power to say that they have nothing in common.

Gossip has never been so delicious.

Theresa Sindel Obott.

Theresa stopped herself. Well, Poppy has gave a good enough reason to delay. "Suuuuure." She stepped back into her room and closed the door. She started going through her drawers for a hairbrush. Until she found it, a large, wooden, black brush. A new one that Theresa got, she felt that now would be a great time to use it. Theresa grabbed a chair, and pushed it over to Poppy. "Have a seat, your Hairdresser will be with you in a second...." Once Poppy sat down, Theresa started brushing her hair. Poppy's mane was quite wavy and luscious, red too. Hm, it makes plenty of sense why she would need some help brushing it - But it gave Tess the idea that she always had someone to do it for her. Not that she minded, she was always  willing to give someone a helping hand. "You know? You should put your hair into dreadlocks, or an afro." She joked, to make conversation. "Don't lie, you know you would look cute walking around in an afro." She quickly chuckled to herself.

After a few minutes of brushing, Theresa was complete, and Poppy's hair looked presentable. Hot damn, I definitely got some points with the little girl now. Theresa actually felt good about this. She helped Poppy, and she was actually trusted to do something 'girly'. She knew that Poppy is somewhat uncomfortable with having a Transgendered room mate, and that was fine actually. Theresa was subjugated to worse reactions (She was assaulted once for it - Thank god she can regenerate), and Poppy was on the better end of things. Theresa was going to work with her, and show her that she's no different from all the other girls, and that they can be friends.

Of course, this silly little girl was in the way of food! Food first, friendship later.

"Now, c'mon, Poppy-flower. Paradise awaits." Theresa was going to make many opium jokes about Poppy - All because of her name. She walked over to the door, and held it open for Poppy, before she stepped out the door herself. It wasn't a long walk to the cafeteria, she has been coming here for years, she knew the ins and the outs of the place - With a little help from Dana, of course. She stepped into the cafeteria and immediately got into line, it wasn't too long of a wait since people are usually rushed by the staff to keep things moving. Theresa mostly ate only fruit for breakfast, with some meat thrown in for protein. Oranges, apples, bananas, she put them all on her plate, along with some Canadian sausages. She put all on them on a large plate, and left the line. Theresa looked for a table, she wasn't aiming for seclusion, for once. More of sitting somewhere actually desirable.

Resting her plate down, Theresa sat down a second or two after. Blankly staring ahead for a moment, before she said, "You can sit with me..." Theresa said, slowly unwrapping her scarf. It's just common sense that she couldn't eat through it. She neatly folded her scarf on the table, next to her plate food. Poppy and anyone else would see Theresa's face clearly - Since eating was of the few occasions where Theresa didn't have her scarf on. Before she started munching down on food, she spoke, "... Just... let me know if you start to feel weird..." Surely, she would put her drug into the air with every breath, but long as Poppy didn't breathe in too much, it isn't a problem. The scarf over face practice didn't work as well as a gas mask, but it helped her from getting everyone she meets high. With that tidbit out the way, she began eating.

Red Winston

Not Amanda. Not so early in the morning. It was a torture to start his day talking to her, but at least he had enough coffee to function properly. He figured that she wanted a victim to have some fun with and he was the one to pick the (un)lucky straw. Straightforwara as always, Amanda's topic for the day was Red's interactions with the female students of the Academy. Well, from a normal person's perspective, it would seem that he was hitting on them, but, oblivious as always, he didn't realize that someone would look at it that way until Amanda pointed it out. He had another sip of coffee, after swallowing the last bite of his first toast.

"You couldn't be more wrong, Amanda. I am not in any way trying to form any sort of sexual or love relationship with either your cousin or Poppy. I am not interested in this sort of thing. Relationships of that kind are not productive in any way and, besides that, they require affection and time and I can't provide either of them. On the other hand, both of them and any person I may encounter in the future could be a valued friend, but nothing more. I only loved my father and it resulted in me being broken from his loss. As for the latter statement, even if I was interested in that sort of thing, you would certainly not be my type. I tend to appreciate intellectual people and you are certainly not one." he said in a straightforward tone of his own.

Normally, he would just leave Amanda alone, but it was a great opportunity for him to find out more about the Academy. After all, it was his main reason for coming here and Amanda would probably know a thing or two about the place. Besides, her personality gave him an idea of how to extract information from her, albeit a dangerous one.

"Despite of what I said, I think I can give you an opportunity to get even with my on what I said, in your own, sadistic way. Tell me everything you know about the Academy, from rumors, facts, secrets, anything and everything and I will do anything you ask me. And by anything you ask me, I do mean anything!"

With the stakes placed, Red waited for Amanda's response.

Christopher Fox

Chris was making progress. He managed to eat a slightly bigger portion of food, without stopping. It was time for him to gain some weight, so it made him especially happy that he managed such a feat. While congratulating himself in his mind, someone else sat on the table. He looked at him for a moment and turned to his plate, before turning again suddenly, realizing that the man was missing an arm as well. He was also surprised to see that the man's tissue was replaced by metal. It was pretty ironic that the man sitting nearby had one arm and was made of a material related to Chris' own powers.

Curiosity overcame Chris. If someone lost his arm at school, Henry would have probably told him, so it must have been an accident outside the school. That was relieving, because for a moment, Chris considered that he might have hurt the stranger in the accident and he came to ask for revenge. He realized that he was staring at the stranger for quite some time. He was probably a teacher, his age indicating so. He decided to not sit by and watch and just talk to the person, as good manners indicate.

"Good morning, sir...Are you a new teacher? I haven't seen you around before. My name is Chris! Nice to meet you!" he said and extending his arm.

Normally, he wouldn't extend his arm before a one-armed man did, but, now, since he was one-armed himself, he figured it wouldn't be a problem.

"I guess we are somewhat lucky to both lose the same arm, otherwise a hand-shake would be impossible..." he added to lighten the mood.

A few moments later, a girl also sat in a nearby table and glanced at them every now and then. Well, it was a strange sight after all. Two disabled guys, one of them looking like Terminator. It wasn't so strange for even the whole school to be curious about them, so he didn't give much thought into it.

Amanda Daisy Blackmore.

What is this kid Spock now?

Amanda thought that his little speech was absolute bullshit. Yeah, he's probably just trying to seem like a stoic, super smart, kid. Like, what boy would honestly say that? All boys have desires and needs - And people never say what they mean. Either way, this kid didn't react the way she wanted him to. She wanted embarrassment, and to cause him to question him! Oh poo. Though, she was going to play along with Red's game, just to entertain the thought. But, she hoped that Red didn't mean he loved his father in that way. "Suuuuuuure, Mr. Automaton, is there anymore overly logical crap you wish to share?" She leaned forward, putting her hand on her jawline, giving him a massive shit-eating grin. She was quick to say what was on her mind, "... C'mon, you don't have to say such things to impress people. Boys have needs, desires... and so do girls. You're putting yourself down by saying shit like 'you can't provide affection' because you really won't know unless you try, you know?" For once, she was acting much more serious. People with sticks up their butts won't last long in life - and if they do, they certainly won't be happy.

The next thing Red brought up made Amanda quickly drop the asexuality thing. He wants information, and she has it... He did say he'll do anything. "Anything..." She tapped her chin inquisitively. "Oooooooh, you'll be my bitch until you leave this island, or die!" It was definitely not the best idea to say that he'll do anything when it comes to Amanda. "No backing out now, Winston. The deal's been sealed."

She needed a moment to gather her thoughts. There was so much to tell, but so little time. So, she'd start from the top, and work her way down. "Okay, so! I've been coming here for five years, and there's so many stories to tell about this place." She momentarily went back to eating her waffles. "About the people, about the school itself..." She trailed off, her eyes wandered towards Red. "So, I'll start with the stuff you need, newbie! So, the first thing you'll need to know about are the many 'off-limits' locations the school has to offer. The ruins and the shipwreck. The ruins is a building deep in the jungle, they say someone died to death there building it, and had to stop. Leaving it old and decrepit like an old Prostitute. But, it still stands and people still go there to partake in the kind of things that you aren't allow to at school. Either fucking each other brains out, fighting, or both, whatever flies your aeroplane."

Amanda laughed for a moment. "The shipwreck is just like the ruins... a bunch of cruise ships got wrecked one time and the lazy bastard headmaster decided that cleaning it up was too much of a hassle. So it became a hangout. People use it for the same things as the ruins. Just be careful fucking in there; that place is probably less stable than the ruins. You bounce around too hard in there and you'll be falling through the floors."

Amanda looked down at her plate, and figured this was a good stopping point. "I could go on, but I'm running out of waffles, and my new bitch could, I don't know, get me some more? Then maybe I'll continue." She gave Red puppy dog eyes.

((I wouldn't normally post this early, but I felt like writing this))

Red Winston

Red was amused by Amanda's wish, more so because he was sure that this was what she would ask. He predicted that she would want to make a hierarchical relationship with him, but nonetheless, his own statement was what saved his neck, at least for now. He looked at Amanda's puppy face and laughed. Hard. It was more than he wished for to make his day, especially when he would ruin it.

"Amanda, dear...You should know that I am a man of my word. I have been straightforward my entire life, so I would never say something I didn't mean, even to you. So, with you being straightforward too, even more so than me, I dare say, and you said that the deal I proposed is sealed, without even trying to make any changes to its rules, I will be your bitch, if, and only if, you tell me everything you know about the Academy and, with five years here, I don't think the information you have accounts to only this much. Now, you can go back on your word and not tell me more, but lose the chance to have a dominating relationship over me, or take your time, probably for days, to exhaust even the last bit of info you have and claim you prize. That's why I love the overly logical crap you made fun of...It gives me the edge. Now, go help yourself with the waffles and, if you still wish to make me your pet, let's talk some more..." he said with an ironic and triumphant smile.

Amanda Daisy Blackmore.

Oh, so Red's suddenly super clever now? Amanda giggled underneath her breath. It was amusing how he basically just told her his plan, and gave her countless opportunities to screw him over. While she didn't have the super brain that Red had, she certainly wasn't dumb enough to overlook this. "Well... Now that you put it that way." She was going to play along for now. "How about I tell you about some rumors of our evil headmaster, yes? Everyone with a brain can say that he's up to some creepy shit. The way he never interacts with anyone and just... creeps in his office. Just fucking weird. There's also a few stories here and there... you know the shady shit. People going missing, dying, among other hilarious incidents, and him just brushing it off and denying everything. I would keep my eye on him. Another little secret is what's in the tunnels... I don't know if you know, but there's something down there that our evil Headmaster does't want us to see. Probably his secret BDSM dungeon."

She leaned back in her chair. Grinning. "Sorry, Reddy, but..." Amanda shrugged, "That's all I know. You came to the wroooooong girl if you wanted gossip and secrets - That's Deborah's specialty. But, come along now, we have ourselves a big day!"

Lucky? What a strange thing to say. Peter didn't count himself lucky at all, and to see such a boy wholeheartedly embracing his condition and saying things such as "being lucky", it was almost mind blowing. There he sat with a smile on his face, reaching his hand over the table for a handshake and saying the word "lucky". If only Peter was so embracing. Still, greeting him was a sentiment that would do no harm, something that Peter felt at least owed him. He hadn't found the answer yet. He had to owe him something for that. So Peter reciprocated the gesture and his long metallic arm reached over the table, the cold skin gripping the stranger's hand. At his touch, Christopher would feel his arm tingle and hair stand on end, like a wave starting from his hand and crawling all the way up to his shoulder. Peter released his grip and shook his head from side to side in denial.

"No," he said, his voice warped and echoed, as though the person talking was inside the metal shell - the pitch of his voice mildly fluctuating, "I am not a teacher."

Well, he didn't lie. He definitely wasn't a teacher here. But neither was he a student. This might be a good time to get the word around that he doesn't belong here, or at least, not in the position he currently held. His arm that rested on the table turned over, facing palm upwards as he explained himself.

He said, "My name is Peter Brooke." His voice still maintained the same resonance. "I am a doctor. A... 'system malfunction' appointed me here. As a stuu-ouu-u...dent."

His explanation was, unfortunately, interrupted by a shrieking speech impediment. Embarrassingly enough. Metal didn't speak in the natural environment, and he had to learn to speak by learning the sounds the more... manipulable parts of his body made. It was something comparable to missing a note on an instrument. Regardless, he didn't think his conversational partner would be appreciative of the alarming sound he had just made. Hell, it even alarmed Peter. Who subsequently, after the impediment, curiously looked down at himself and banged on his chest a couple times with a clenched fist, as though he were trying to clear his throat. The sound that resulted from it was hollow, like heavily knocking on a metal box.

He tried to steer the topic away from what had happened, regardless if Chris believed his explanation or not. He felt echoes of voices from other tables. A pulse of electricity was emitted from his body and across the ground and crawled over tables and chairs and people and so on. The cafeteria was vivid. He heard bits of a conversation from a couple tables over.

"...exhaust even the last bit of info you have and claim your prize. That's why I love the overly logical crap you made fun of... it gives me the edge. Now, go help yourself with the waffles and, if you still wish to make me your pet, let's talk some more..."

Peter was not above eavesdropping, even though he had little reason to do so around these parts, where there ought to be little more than gossip between children. But still, even though he got just a segment of what this boy said, it was enough to derive what was going on. He's explaining himself. Telling someone why he does something. Why he's better. It was almost humorous.

Almost as though Peter thought that Chris was on the same train of thought as him, he jabbed a thumb behind him, aiming at a table, and said out of the blue, "the problem with geniuses is that no one understands them. So they explain their plots and plans to others, even if it ruins them. Such is why you never hear of the perfect crime. No one ever finds out."

Perhaps the conversation was outside of his new acquaintance's range of hearing. And perhaps that is something Peter should have considered. But with his research out of reach, and an electrical addiction currently unable to be sated, there was little to be done - and there was something empowering about deconstructing others' behavior. Still, the stranger child he had deconstructed did allow for some self-reflection. Peter did not consider himself a genius, only hard-working. Genius was a label for others to place upon him, as it is subjective. But the root of his target's behavior did seem, even if just to a slight extent, familiar.

"It seems that people go to absurd lengths to feel appreciated." He continued.

Vera

Getting to sleep was a struggle. For Vera, it was always a bit of a challenge trying quiet her mind long enough for exhaustion to take over, but with Amanda's snores ripping through the silence like a chainsaw, it was practically impossible. Still, she dozed in an out of consciousness the whole night until she decided enough was enough and got herself out of bed a little more than an hour before the siren went off. Quietly, she got dressed and wandered around campus by herself for a while, the scenery easily occupying her maybe a half an hour, and came back to freshen up.

She reclined on her bed and shot out a text to Ethan. She figured he would be awake by now and, in a few moments, she received a response. A small smile pulled on his lips. Then she busted out a book and started reading for the remainder of her time. She didn't know what to expect of Amanda, but her boisterous and slightly maniacal way of waking stunned her. "Good morning?" Vera could only watch with a completely puzzled look on her face as shouted, struck a pose, and shouted some more. Quickly, she averted her eyes when she dropped all her clothes. Amanda might not have cared if she saw her, but there were some images she could do without.

Boy-Girl. Very original. The name didn't get a reaction out of her. "Bye," She said with a half-hearted wave and returned to her book. Personally, Vera wasn't much of a breakfast person, but she would go if not just to catch up with some friends. With that thought in mind, she closed her book and set out for the cafeteria. Yesterday served as a firm reminder of climate on the island and she dressed more accordingly this time. A thin, dark blue t-shirt with short sleeves adorned her figure along with a pair of jeans. She liked the shirt because it matched her hair, but it made her silhouette more feminine than she liked.

Once she got to the cafeteria, she skipped the buffet line and went straight for the coffee. The thought of eating so early made her stomach churn, but a hot mug of dark roasted coffee was right up her alley. Her eyes scanned the tables for some familiar faces. It was crowded enough for her to have to make a couple of passes for spotting anyone, but she saw Deb, Tess and Dana. But way in the corner, she thought she saw Chris, but there were two one-armed guys off in that corner.

She made up her mind and took herself, and her coffee, to Deborah.

"Morning, Debs," She greeted warmly. Wait, she knew that look on her face and the distinct flavor of curiosity in the air. Reflexively, she pulled back as much a she could, giving Deborah her privacy, but now she was curious too. Vera lowered herself into the seat beside her. "You see anything... interesting lately?" Vee wasn't one to spread gossip, but she knew that sometimes it could be too good for someone to keep to themselves.

Red Winston

Red couldn't be more content with the outcome of the conversation with Amanda. He knew that an outcome without him losing something would be impossible, but what he lost was, at the same time, something that let him gain something else. Sure, he had to be Amanda's servant-butler-slave-bitch or even worse, but that would mean suddenly sticking around with a senior student and one who just barges in any conversation without hesitation. For once, he was glad that Amanda was so cocky. He would even hug her for being so cooperative with him. Before answering her, he entered his mind chambers to access all the information he had gained.

"Amanda's info about the Academy: There are two "off-limits" areas in the school, the shipwreck and the ruins. Although tresspasing is forbidden, students seem to go there for some rather illegal activities. Considering the school could find meta-humans across the globe, it is hard to believe that they don't know what's happening inside the school grounds, so I assume that they are just lenient about it. The headmaster is one who almost never leaves his office, so I am lucky to know his face from the Ceremony. In addition to that, he apparently keeps a secret in dungeons located under the Academy. There is also this Deborah, who seems to be the one knowing about most of the Academy's secrets. Conclusion: Need to find the entrance to the dungeons when I get the chance, but, more importantly, find out who this Deborah is. She might hold more of the answers I am looking for."

Exiting his chambers, Red once again focused on Amanda. Of course, he wouldn't go back on his word, so he would have to stick with her.

"As long as I get to blend with some seniors, so be it...Amanda just needs to be herself and things will work out just fine..."

He looked at her, smiled and said:

"You got me, Amanda...I was a fool to tell you my plan! But, since your part of the deal is for an indefinite amount of time, it should be fair that it also applies to mine. That means that I get to know anything you find out about the Academy and seems interesting enough. The moment I find out that you hid even the tiniest bit of info to me, the deal is broken and I am not obliged to you in any way. But, for now, a deal is a deal. I am going to get your waffles, boss!"

Christopher Fox

Chris felt really strange to touch a ferromagnetic material after such a long time. Of course, he couldn't affect it in any way in his current condition, but the feeling of metal in his hand was somehow refreshing. Chris loved his powers. He protected himself and others with it and, despite them being the reason for the incidenr, he was aware that it was his fault forusing the recklessly. He managed to hold his excitement, though, as to not make his new acquaitance feel uncomfortable.

The man introduced himself as Peter and explained his situation to Chris, who didn't even flinch at the change in his voice. He could see nothing funny in something so trivial as having a hoarse voice, even if it was a digital one. He even got angry at a few students nearby who heard the sound and tried to hold their laughter. Maybe he should use his powers to make their spoons and forks mess their tables, then again, he couldn't do that much now. He looked at the man and said:

"Let me guess...The receptionist wouldn't even bother to get out of her way and check if what you said is true. She just went on with the mistake and you couldn't get a chance to explain things to anyone."

Chris was familiar with how unhelpful the receptionist was. Anytime he asked for info, he got the same reply: Ask a senior. It made Chris wonder why is such a person paid for a job when she cannot execute it properly, goddamit.

What followed, though, made Chris rather curious about what was going on. Peter suddenly pointed somewhere with his thumb and said something that Chris couldn't get the meaning of. Maybe he heard something with some kind of electronic device that granted him augmented vision. After all, Chris had no idea what Peter could do. Instead of playing along, pretending to know what his conversational partner was talking about, thus lying to him, he answered:

"I sincerely don't understand what you are talking about, but, provided you guide me, I can follow your train of thought...or, at least, I will try!"

"As much as you might think otherwise, I was in your position at one point.. before we were friends." Henry said, giving Dana a smile. "I had quite a bad injury at one point." Henry said, trailing off. He leaned onto his hands, waiting for Dana to continue on with what she she was saying, when he sensed a new presence approaching. One of his eyes darted away from Dana to focus on what was behind them. The skin that surrounded most of his eyes contracted back when he saw who it was, allowing most of his eye to be visible again. It was like blinking, except for his entire eye in all directions. "Ah, Jaska, just the young man who I wanted to see." Henry said, pulling the fish up to the table and pushing it towards the little boy.

"This is Jaska. He's a new student, one of the Valos clan." He said, looking over to Dana. "Jaska, this is Dana." Henry said, trying to introduce him. "His siblings are..." he said, flicking his tongue out like a snake's, taking in Jaska's scent in a way that wasn't him leaning over and sniffing the poor boy. He then flicked his tongue out a few more times to get the scent of those in the room, and then cross referenced them in his own mind. Which one smelled similar to the boys? His noes pointed him in the direction before, and he was about to find the boy's siblings relatively easy after that. "His siblings are over there... Jake and Gabe are their names, yes?" Henry said, looking to the somewhat demonic boy. He was like a dragon, wings and all. "How was your first morning, Jaska? I hope you slept well." Henry bantered, leaning back in his seat, causing it to creak loudly under his weight. He put his hand up in front of him like a girl would when observing her newly painted nails, except he was looking at the two inch claws that came off of his fingers. "Sorry about the alarm... I probably should've warned you all about that..." Henry said, smirking. "The veteran animals metas tend to get up earlier to avoid the noise." Henry said, smiling to himself. "You two excited for your first days of school? For the... Academy experience?"

Felix Karrde - The Dorm

As the sound of whay he was sure would be the world's most annoying siren rang out, Felix rolled out of his bed, landing on a bag filled with his clothes. His bloodshot eyes were spread wide as he felt his sanity begin to leak out of his ear. Or maybe that was just sweat dripping. Either way, he was filled with dread and not in any way ready for learnin'.

"Ugh, shoot me now," he begged as the siren's wail came to a stop.

Unzipping the bag he'd fallen on top of, he tugged his signature combination of jacket, jeans and t-shirt. His dark blue jeans had a two-inch wide hole in the right knee with a split bottom on his left leg, down by his ankles. His T-shirt was black with white lint scattered all across it, and his hooded jacket was an unadulterated ebony. He dressed himself sloppily by unballing his quick-change outfit and tugging all of them over his body with an ungraceful vigor. At least no one could say it looked like his mother dressed him.

With a high level of angst, he ran into the dorm's bathroom, twisted the sink's knobs, and scratched his hair and pinched it, working the grease out of his mop before he shut the water back off and ran out the door. Starving, he didn't take the time to check on Ethan. If he could just get to the cafeteria, he'd be fine. It would all be okay. Yesterday hadn't gone particularly well, but today was a new day and he was going to make the most of it. When he entered the cafeteria, though it was not yet bustling, it was already more crowded than he'd have liked. He jumped into thw line and grabbed a stack of pancakes, saturated with syrup, before he stepped into the middle of the cafeteria and looked for his table.

Just his luck.

Instead of being empty like it was yesterday, there was a small group sitting in it. However, on the plus side, he did see the one guy who had left when he joined the group conversation, next to a girl he didn't recognize. Deciding it was for the best, Felix tried again. Plus, he carved a hole in the table, if he let another group claim it, that would be an enormous waste of work.

Approaching the table and plopping down on one of the seats, Felix gave a small friendly grin. He heard the guy say he was off to get waffles for the girl. Either way, he was there now. Not quite sure of the best way to break into the conversation, he started with the best common ground he could think of.

"Hey, I'm Felix. Ya' know if the pancakes are any good? I just want an opinion before I take my first bite. I've never had a pancake that wasn't good, and it would suck if the first breakfast here jinxed it for the rest of my life."

Poppy Flanagan

Hmmm, Theresa isn't so bad after all. Stupid Amanda. If she hadn't of said anything Poppy would have started off being comfortable from the get go, of course she'd have found out sooner or later and that might have been worse. At the very least she could have been a bit more respectful.

While Theresa was getting ready Poppy quickly changed in the bathroom. At her beckon she took her seat. She was a little worried at first, but it turned out that she got lucky with a roommate in some ways. One step at a time she was coming to terms with it. More than anything it just felt awkward. Nothing on Theresa's part. Since they had met she had been nothing but kind and considerate. The comment about other ways to keep her hair took her off guard a little.

"No way! I'd look plain silly." She responded a little more forcefully than she meant to. Especially when she realized it was a joke. Best thing she could do was play along. "Well it might make me look smarter, all my hair could have come from a larger head like an evil villain on tv. or something." It started off good, sorta fell short at the end when it took a little long to explain why. Even with her own discomfort she was rather conscious about her own impression she was giving.

Once finished up Theresa was biting the nail to get going. Poppy was hungry to so she didn't complain. "Coming!" she replied as she pulled on her flats and raced out the door. She followed her roommate to the cafeteria, through the line, then to the table.

When it came to sit down Theresa seemed a little unsure about something. Could it be me? Poppy still wasn't reassured when she was invited to join her. Oh, so she does take it off sometimes. Well everyone has to eat. She tried not to stare as she soaked it in what lay under her scarf. Nothing to special, though she did admit that Theresa was quite feminine in build. He first guess as to why she wore it was to conceal something that gave her away. Seemed that she was wrong.

"Why would I start to feel funny?" Poppy had just dug into a flapjack and had been prepared to shovel it into her mouth. now instead she held it there as she waited for a response. She wasn't going to be able to eat comfortably until she knew the answer.

(not going to have Vespera choose a spot to sit yet)

Amanda Daisy Blackmore.

"Very well, my Butt Slave. I will tell you everything I find out..." Amanda would be true to her word, most certainly. Just to keep Red as her pet. She would only humiliate him for her own amusement (Thank God for double standards!). To get the most out of this, it seems like she would have to play along. Hopefully this won't get boring. Amanda leaned back in her chair, and kicked her feet onto the table (She pushed the plate aside with her foot). "... Though, you were better off going to Deebs. Less humiliating." Red was probably about to get her the waffles she wanted - but wasn't going to eat, she just wanted to see if Red was dedicated enough - but this other kid walked up. Yeah, she sort of recognized him. He was one of the people at the table yesterday, she didn't really remember. Since there was a lot of people at that table, and should she care about all of them? "What's good, hero? I'm Amanda D. Blackmore. A huge fan of the D. And I have no fucking clue, ha! I know these waffles are the shit..." A cheeky, innocent, grin crept up on her face as her eyes peered towards Red, "... And my butt slave should be getting his Mistress some more." She just said that so Felix.

Theresa Sindel Obott.

Oh? Theresa had a feeling that Poppy would ask, and it's actually a good thing. Poppy would find out about her power at some point, so isn't it best if they discuss it here and now? Personally, Theresa wished that Dana was here, but oh well. "Well..." Theresa started off, she was unsure of if outright saying 'My piss can get you high!' would be a good idea. Well, in this case, there wasn't really any other option. "I should probably start from the top. My breath and... fluids... are a powerful narcotic, a panacea, and if they come in contact with someone they'll get sent to la-la land. That's why I wear this scarf all the time. It helps, unless people start forget about personal space." Well, now it's out there. This wasn't something that Theresa talked about a lot. Of course, Theresa couldn't help but make a joke or two, "And I know what you're thinking, little lady. I have not tried that." She grabbed a fork, and started shaking it at her like that trope where mother is chiding her children. "So, yeah, if you start feeling weirdly good, you should get away from me. Very fast. It can do good things for your body, but you can have a heart attack."

Dana Lucile Alcott, & Jaska Din Valos.

Jaska didn't really pay too much attention to these people while he ate his fish, as he usually did. He didn't believe in talking while you eat. You have food in front of you, right? You eat it, not waste time talking. Scavengers will come steal your food. By the time he was finished eating, he back into the conversation, Henry was just pointing out his siblings. "Mhmm." Jaska absentmindedly confirmed with his lips clenched together. He already knew who his siblings is, why is Henry... Ooooooh, he's telling Dana. Makes sense. For now, Jaska was going to chill right now. He folded his legs, and put his hands down, his wings were already folded, not to poke anyone in the face. He did caught Dana's name in all that Henry was saying, somehow. Henry asked about Jaska's morning, and it brought back a phantom pain of. "My ears still hurt from that." He motioned to his ears, "Could they just turn that down... I know I'm not the only person with super hearing...?"

"I can understand that. It hurts even my ears." Dana replied meekly. She understood Jaska's pain, but it was something he had to deal with. Just like Dana had to deal with issues of her own. The school was overwhelmingly stubborn about their practices. No matter how annoying they can be. Henry asked if they were excited for their first days of school. While it was a cliche, she answered, "Been there, done that." Honestly, she's been in this school for years. It wasn't like when she came here seven years ago, when she was eleven. If she wanted to stretch it, she could say that she's become quite jaded to the whole school.

From Jaska's perspective Henry asked him about how he felt about his first day. "I'm excited!" He said, too eager, "Well, yeah... This is my first time coming to a school in years... I... Have been taught by my brothers and sisters...."

Deborah Lillian Termellio.

Even from the slightest body language Deborah's power was at work, she was taking sips of her coffee as she watched. She couldn't hear them super well, but that's where her power came in. It filled in the blanks! Peter was the most interesting to her (System mix up, inconclusive. Need more information. He's telling the truth). What a poor bastard if he got assigned as a student (He is far older than any other 'student' here). Perhaps she'll help him out when she got the chance, but this was way too juicy to pass up on. Chris wasn't giving any useful information, thus her power couldn't really be activated. A shame, since everyone has a story, and her specialty is decoding them piece by piece. For now, she ate her food, trying to blend in much as possible. Peter seemingly randomly brought up a sentiment or two about geniuses being misunderstood. Seemingly (He is referring to what he heard using his power). Deborah's power pointed her in the general direction of what he was talking about. Amanda and Red were having a silly little conversation (Red is attempting to manipulate her, but she has her own plan. They  are basically trying to outwit each other and become the victor.). It prompted her to raise her eyebrow. Thus, the link was established and she got the missing information (Red has stated his plan openly to Amanda, and Peter perceived it, and is lamenting about it). Perhaps Peter should have provided a little more context to Chris, since he was left in the dark, as would anyone else.

Her little eavesdropping stakeout almost hit a snag when someone seated themself. She was concerned it was Valjean or someone equally nosy - Thankfully it was Vera. She let out a silent sigh of relief since she could trust Vera, to an extent. Well, Vera was one of the few people that Deborah couldn't keep a secret from, but that was cool. Vera asked any juicy gossip, well... All this information she's getting, it's hard to even resist finding the first person and letting it all out at once. Deborah leaned forward and whispered, "Oh, yeah, I was just getting some. See the rejected Wizard of Oz character right there? Doesn't look like a student, right? Apparently something went wrong and he's 'officially' a student. I don't know much about the other guy. He's just not... Uh... doing it, y'know." Deborah took another sip of her coffee. "And I kinda feel sorry for the Tin-Man. Maybe if he's not a dick, I'll go help him sort things out."

Debby knew Peter could most likely hear her, but hey, she was the one person here who could help him, and this was a one time offer.

Morrison was laying awake recalling yesterday on the ride over, hearing some interesting snippets, and even seeing Ethan and eventually his roommate Felix who seemed alright from first glance and gave a nod in his direction, and finally getting to his room where he set everything up to his liking. Of course the strange thing about the whole situation was that the Cajun, a master over the unconscious mind, couldn't get to sleep the entire night and he was not happy about it whatsoever. There were very few things that he hated but sleep troubles were high on the list simply because they left him feeling drained for a good portion of the day plus perfect focus isn't going to happen when your only partially awake. When the siren went off he felt a bit more awake than he did while just lying around until morning came prompting him to look over at his unconscious roommate who he hadn't noticed the night before and was likely not going to be up for a little bit longer if the siren hadn't made him budge. As for the siren he had been around long enough to know how loud it was so he had come up with a simple solution and, while it never blocked all of the sound, his ear plugs cut it down to a more manageable level.

Morrison got himself up after a few more minutes of lazing around and went straight to the shower with no delays. It was equal parts cleaning up from yesterday and clearing the fog out of his mind which made him feel a hell of a lot better than the entirety of the night. He got out of the shower and got himself dressed in a gray tank top with a pair of blue jeans mostly ready to get on with the day despite the unwelcome start. Then it hit him to tune his guitar for later which he did in record time before heading out to eat something because he was starving this morning, another unusual for him.

The Cajun quickly made his way over to the cafeteria to fill up for the rest of the day which he had his concerns about, mostly throughout the day than at the end of the day, but the only thing on his mind was quieting his stomach. He had quite a bit of food on his plate(sausage, eggs, toast, bacon, etc.) by the time he finally got away from the buffet which left him one thing unanswered and that was where he was going to sit this morning because he sure as hell wasn't standing around in his condition. He went and sat at a table a bit off from the other lone resident who was eating like his stomach felt then began to pack his plate of food in determined to get rid of his appetite. The food was what matter at that very moment but he wasn't exactly hard to notice but he hadn't paid much attention to the other person at the table, but he would get to that in a minute or when the other student noticed him.

Sam

Sam began to curse and groan as the metallic screech of the alarm clock awoke him from his quite comfortable slumber. He laid there for a moment, trying to block the terrible noise out so he could go back to sleep, but it was to no avail. After about five minutes of this, he rolled around violently and smacked the alarm clock on the head. He groggily rose from his bed just as Peter left the dorm. That guy was weird. Peter had tried to socialize with him the day before, but the metal man wanted no part of it. He seemed to be extremely distant. Sam would be fine with that so long as he didn't get annoying.

Sam sighed loudly as he rose to his feet, and walked into the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth, showered, and did his hair (which took ten minutes) all while listening to a record of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Before leaving for the Academy, Sam's father gave him a present; a record player that also doubled as a CD player and an iPod dock. It was a handsome piece of machinery, rectangular and oblong with wood paneling and speakers on both sides. He emerged from his room a few moments later, wearing faded navy blue jeans, a grey Led Zeppelin shirt, and, of course, his jacket. He smoked a cigarette as he walked through the dorms and to the cafeteria, and tossed the butt into a trash can just as he entered the cafeteria.

Upon arriving, Sam scanned the room for people he knew, and centered on Vera. He walked through the buffet line at a brisk pace, taking some eggs, bacon, sausage links, and a piece or two of scrapple. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and then walked over to Vera's table. Just as he was about ten feet away, though, his eye caught the one-eyed pirate chick that he'd seen the other day. She looked pretty strong, and if Sam was going to survive this school with the likes of Jean Valjean and Vespera, he would need some strong allies. He walked over to Gabe's table and moved to sit at a seat across from her, when he decided to be polite.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked.

Alex

Alex had had a rather nice evening. Once her and Aislin arrived in their room Alex immediately began to unpack her bag. It was mostly clothes and junk like that, but hidden safely within the mass of clothing were Alex's extensive collection of video games. Once these were dug up Alex set them aside gently before carelessly throwing her clothing into her shared part of the dresser drawers. She didn't bother to fold them or anything, she didn't mind wrinkles in her clothing. She then spent the rest of the evening chatting up her new roommate, who might have or might have not been able to keep up with her in conversation.

Until the moon finally came out.

Alex had requested the bed closest to the window, so she would be able to bask in the moonlight once night finally arrived. And when it was finally night time Alex's personality suddenly changed. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, the moon light reflecting in them. Her glow also seemed to intensify. Charging in the glow of the moon seemed to make Alex seem a lot quieter. Just sitting on her bed, watching the moon. It became a bit of a problem for Alex, as she didn't end up falling asleep until the sun started coming up. She only hoped she didn't keep Aislin up all night.

So when the alarm on her phone went off, a flashing message saying “Wake up!” and a horribly annoying siren began to ring, Alex let out an angry groan. She reached blindly out for the alarm, trying to shut it off. Once it was again quiet in their room, Alex considered going back to bed until she remembered how hungry she was. And the idea of getting some breakfast was enough incentive for her to get out of bed. She had given a sleepy greeting to Aislin as Alex got dressed. Her outfit of today was rather similar to the outfit she wore the day before. A baggy flannel shirt and equally baggy shorts. She initially thought about leaving without shoes, but didn't want to get in trouble.

Once she arrived at breakfast, loading up her plate, Alex began her quest to find Lynn.