[b]:: Daniel Filson ::[/b]
[I](Warning: This post contains mature language. Reader discretion is advised.)[/I]

It had been a rough first day, as far as Danny was concerned. Last night, he and his new roommate had ended up bonding over a bottle of alcohol he'd snuck in and gotten monumentally drunk. He wasn't quite exactly sure what happened after that, his memories started getting a little fuzzy past a certain point, but he vaguely remembered something about the two of them discussing tapping into the school's power grid to do... something... Hell if he knew... All he knew was that he had woken up the next morning to the sound of an ear shattering alarm with what could only be referred to as the mother of all headaches. Seriously though, that alarm was [b]loud[/b] as fuck, and not just because he was completely hung over. It might simply have been his migraine talking, but as far as he was concerned, whoever had the bright idea that this was a good way of waking up students could go fuck themselves with a chainsaw... repeatedly. Sadistic wankers...

One hangover cure, two aspirins and a quick trip to the bathroom later, he'd almost managed to make himself look presentable. He still had a pounding headache and a pair of slightly noticeable dark circles under his eyes, but at least he looked human now and was able to string together more than five words into a coherent sentence. He'd headed to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast, not in the mood for a chat [b]at all[/b]. The world too loud, too noisy and too bright and could go fuck itself for all he cared... Uggghhh... [I]Someone just shoot me now and get this over with...[/I]

His mood was certainly not improved when he was notified that both he and his roommate were expected at the headmaster's office. Immediately. Apparently, they ended up knocking out half the school's power grid last night while messing around with it, leaving it out of commission for almost an hour. Oops. Fortunately, they were prepared for tech students doing that sort of things and had a backup generator which kicked in not too long afterwards. They ended up being given a lot of community service and a stern reprimand, which he considered pretty light, as far as punishments were concerned. Fortunately, his hangover had mostly cleared up by then, and Cormack had also managed to make himself a bit more presentable, so they didn't have to add alcohol possession charges atop of that. Since his roommate had been the one actually responsible for the blackout, he was given a comparatively much longer speech, and was ordered to turn over the device responsible to the tech department for inspection. [I]*Gulp*[/I]

After that, it was time for power training. His suit was relatively normal, compared to some of the other student's, basically just standard grey bodysuit with a bunch of extra pockets. It didn't really seem very efficient, considering its lack of usable sleeves, so he simply threw his black overcoat over it as well, figuring he would probably have to modify it later. He nearly jumped out of his socks when the [b]giant freaking panda bear[/b] came rushing into the classroom, but things otherwise went fairly smoothly. The teacher eventually split them into two groups, and he elected to stay with the one which would [b]not[/b] be fighting in a gladiatorial arena of death. When they were asked for volunteers, he immediately raised his hand to try attracting attention. Well, more accurately, he technically started waving a comedically large pair of literal racing flags he pulled out of his pocket space with a cheeky carefree grin, but let's not get hung up on small details which don't really matter.

"Oooh, ooh, me, me!"