~Alexis Sinclair~

After listening to the VP's speech, Alexis wasn't entirely sure what she should be doing at the moment. She could try talking more, but what exactly was there to talk about? She wasn't good at the whole 'socializing' thing so much. Even when she had others around that shared similar interests, she really was pretty clueless at making small talk. She wasn't really too into this Scorpio guy either. Really, what kind of stupid name was that anyways? So, instead of talking with him, she decided to plop herself down on the floor next to the others.

She pulled her headphones around her ears again, deciding to get lost in her music again as she waited. She had no desire to get to know this Scorpio guy, or interact with anyone else for the moment. Really, Alexis was just about socialized out. Right now, she really wished she had a computer or her DS on her. She could distract herself by playing some games. So, Alexis waited for something to happen for now. She wanted this stupid meet and greet to end, and end fast.

~Meredith Hillard~

"Yeah, Meredith stopped the fight by pulling the emergency breaks. Because that was just a brilliant idea, wasn't it? Anyway, like Meredith said, one girl broke her arm because the anti-teleportation cuffs she was wearing stopped her from breaking her fall when the train stopped, and another ended up with some glass stuck in her hands. I patched them up just fine, so they'll be alright."

"Well what was I supposed to do!?" Meredith whined, flailing an arm towards Dorian as she pointing a finger at him. "I couldn't let supers fight on the tram! They might have gotten more students hurt! Besides, it's standard procedure to stop the tram during a fight! So suck it Mr. Grumpy pants!" She continued to pout, giving Dorian the biggest set of puppy dog eyes she could as she looked at him, before giving a huff followed by a giggle.
"So when do we eat? I think dinner is in order right?"

Meredith turned to the source of the voice with a curious giggle, folding her hands behind her back as she spun on her heels. She gave the student who spoke a brief look over, before giving him a friendly smile. "Dinner, dinner! Yes, dinner would be lovely! I am feeling a bit hungry myself!" She said, pulling a bundle of four asparagus from her jacket. How she kept all those vegetables in there was a mystery. "Maaaaybe~" She said to Sam. "You should have brought some snacks!" To emphasize her point, she bit the top off of all of the vegetables. "Shee? Shnacks are alwaysh a good ting!"

She chewed, swallowing the asparagus quickly as she turned on her heels, back to Mr. Loser lost pants and the VP. "Kid has a good point though! We should get moving soon! Get everyone to their rooms and stuffs!"

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"No thank you, Sir. She is, Aspen is her name. Injured slightly during the trip here but nothing Dorian couldn't fix. Handsome young man, that one, just like me in my youth"

Reginald smiled at this. Dr. Archer was nothing if not graceful about his age. Perhaps there was a chance that even he could follow the other’s footsteps, head into the realm of old age with purpose and dignity, not allowing the beast that is Time wrestle control from him.

Then Reginald’s thoughts hit the bottle, his mind refusing to let him dream for even a moment. No, Wagner knew his place in the world.

But this Dorian Lost…

Reginald hadn’t spent much time around the lad. Perhaps the occasional word in passing. His opinion on the man was…

Well, to put it bluntly, Dorian struck Wagner as a bit of a punk. As much as the man preached keeping an open mind, to judge a man not on his appearance but his actions...well, Wagner always had been more of a ‘Do as I say, not as I do’ kind of fellow. Perhaps he would attempt to break ground with the lad. As an old professor he had once said, “The youth are a bottomless new well of knowledge and curiosity. Rotten, useless knowledge and curiosity, but still new.”

I can see him charming the ladies, he even got my Aspen to let him attend to her injury and she's usually not good with strangers especially ones that look like...you know...lab coats...,"

The Esper Program. Reginald frowned. Not because he had full knowledge of the program and all it entailed...but because he didn’t. Despite not searching, few things escaped Wagner’s sight. The Esper Program was one of the few. He had seen legions of realities, countless ‘could-have-beens’, and more than his fair share of ‘what-ifs’

But the Esper Program had never featured in any of them. Not that he hadn’t seen the people involved or the location, of those he saw plenty. But the program itself. It was new. It was something that never was, something that shouldn’t been, but something that existed now. Or did, at least.

It was something which Wagner had never seen. Uncharted territory. It troubled him to no end.

"Anyway, the new kids are here, they've already had the pleasure of meeting Miss Meredith, Dorian...and I believe the Vice Principle should be meeting them soon. I wondered whether you want to come down and introduce yourself, I haven't yet but I'm going to have to and of course Aspen has no clue I was going to be here and she's not seen me yet,"

Wagner’s eyebrow perked up. A meet-and-greet with the students, then? Shake a few hands, tell a few jokes, then everything’s right as rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain.

Four letters. Four repetitions.

He shook his head and grinned.

“Absolutely. Why, nothing would grant me more pleasure than looking out at a sea of bright faces, each one more likely to snooze during one of my lectures than the last.” He nodded his head and waved the hand not holding the glass. “Of course, my friend. Let us be off.” The man sat down his drink, straightened his tie, then moved to join the Good Dr. Archer.

Off to shape the minds of children. For the better or worse, Wagner had not yet decided.

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“Your stuff is already in your dorms that the headmaster chose for you. And Im pretty sure we will be getting roommates soon enough."

Welp. That solved that mystery. Apparently he wouldn’t have to tap into his inner Bear Grylls. Which was good. He didn’t have his own production crew tailing him around waiting to wait on him hand and foot. Sadly.

"I might have a lot of stuff in me pack, but ye can bet I sure as feck didn't bring anything like what this guy is talking about. Camping I can do, just not without gear."

As the pack hit the ground, Graham was reminded of a time way back in the day when he, as a wee wittle baby, knocked over one of Grandma’s lamps and it had shattered. He was scolded pretty fiercely at the time. His father got really angry and took him to the bathroom. He yelled a lot then pulled his hand back really quickly and…

And…

Nope. Gone. Whatever brain-train might have been down that particular lane of thought-track had been swiftly derailed. The next thing that Graham could really recall was playing in the backyard that summer. He had to wear a cast like Kitty, because his arm was broken. He wasn’t sure how exactly he broke it, but it had to be sometime around the lamp incident.

Wait. What? What was Scorpio saying now? Graham had totally spaced.

"...sand miles. Ay, mate, what's your name? And what kind of powers do ye have? I've never met anyone else with powers til now."

Oh! A question! And a personal one at that! Glorious! Now Graham could avoid the embarrassment of admitting he had basically nodded off.

“Little ol’ me?” Graham started, slathering his own accent on the words to a ridiculous degree. “Why, they call me Graham. Graham Turner. I guess I’m a pet vet without the whole tools or surgery part. I touch sick or injured animals, then they ain’t sick no more.” He paused, stretching out his arms. Dropping the accent, he continued. “What about you? I mean, I got the name part. Can’t say I’ll ever meet another Scorpio. Err...a person named Scorpio. I’ll probably meet another Scorpio. Waaay too many people into that whole astrology/horoscope mumbo-jumbo. Annnnywaaay, what do you do?”

Almost immediately after he had finished, the adults started calling for everyone to move into the school. To their rooms. Tony added his voice into theirs. Somebody rather familiar asked about food, and food was promised. Alright then. Graham could get down with that groove. He started off to the door, forgetting that he had asked Scorpio a question. But only for a moment. Still, Graham felt like shit. It’s not cool to treat someone like that. And after zoning out? Nah, brah, not excusable. Turn around and stop being a little shit.

So Graham listened to his brain which had FINALLY grown a brain stem and organed up.

He stopped, rather suddenly, causing the poor bloke behind him to just barely swerve to avoid a collision, turned and right beyond Scorpio was the nurse fella.

And.

What.

No.

That’s not fair.

That’s just not fair at all.

Please.

Somebody.

And for not the first time that day, Graham Gavin Turned belted out a cry right in the middle of a lake of his peers.

OH COME ON!!! THAT’S NOT EVEN...SERIOUSLY?!!”

The Murse was speaking to someone alright. Someone that made even Tony look like an ant. Tony, the guy whom Graham thought stretched forever into the sky, a regular New York skyscraper. But this person? This GIRL for crying out loud… did she ever stop? Graham would need an elevator just to look her in the eyes. He didn’t normally mind being short, but this was just ridiculous.

But Graham’s jealousy left as soon as it came when he realized what he did. He, being the loudmouth he is, had just shouted for no reason, right? Those around him, they’d be able to see what, rather who, he was referring to. That’s almost worse than ignoring Scorp. If this girl was uncomfortable with attention...even if she wasn’t, she was talking to a nurse.

IDIOT. Idiot. IdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiotIdiot.

Graham turned as quickly as he could, and forced out a powerful laugh. “HAHAHA, GOTCHA!” He managed through that laugh. If nothing else, he could try to make himself look like an annoying ass. People tend to ignore annoying asses. They’d just think he was being obnoxious and carry on towards the dorms.

Hopefully.

He didn’t wait to see. Graham pushed forward, assimilating into the crowd, leaving his friends and poor ignored Scorpio in his wake.

He’d explain later.

Now it was time to catch the one-way express train out of Embarrassment City. Next stop, Regretsville. Thank you for choosing Douchebag Railways.

~Alexis Sinlcair~
Aleixs watched the other silently as she continued to listen to her music. Not much else was going to happen, it seemed. Well, that was perfectly alright with her. It wasn't until the student body started moving that she took her attentions off of her own thoughts. She stood, with a bored sigh as she removed the headphones from around her ears. Where were they going? She had completely missed whatever was happening. Oh well, she'd ask Graham.

"OH COME ON!!! THAT’S NOT EVEN...SERIOUSLY?!!”

...or not. She blinked once, a bit perplexed as to why he was shouting so goddamn loudly. She followed his gaze to where a Giant of a woman was standing...Well...Alexis didn't entirely know the words to describe how she was feeling about this girl from first impressions. Her first thought was 'hot damn, she looks good' followed by her mouth having trouble working as she attempted to find a sarcastic comment to make to graham for being such an idiot. Instead, she was looking at the tall girl that was standing not so far away from her. She was...well, one of the most beautiful girls she had seen in ages. Maybe she should go ask her, her name...

...dear god, what was she thinking?! No, no no no no! That was not happening. She wasn't seriously...no. Just no. She shook her head violently followed by slapping the sides of her face, as if an attempt to wake herself up. She tore her gaze from the mysterious girl before she followed after Graham, rather quickly as she tried to focus on something else. She quickly walked over to Graham, her face a shade of light red as she walked up behind him. There was an easy way to get her thoughts off of something else.

Well, she would have, if Graham had seemingly disappeared on her. With a brief grunt of exasperation, she started looking for Kitty. Thankfully, it didn't take her that much effort to find the other girl.

"Kitty!" Alexis called out, as she approached. "Well, that was a waste of time." She grumpily said, turning her face slightly to the side to hide the redness in her cheeks. "So what's goin on? I was kinda...busy with my music and stuff." Well, she was. The tall pretty girl came after that.

Goddamn it brain, stop going there. Just focus on Kitty's pokemon stickers.

~Meredith Hillard~
"Right you are, Well, follow me, all. I shall show you to your dorms, let you get settled in. And then...And then we shall take you to the cafeteria to get some food in your bellies. All of you must be quite hungry, I presume."

"Yep! Hungry! I could eat a whole person right now!" Meredith giggled a bit loudly, as she followed the VP. She probably wasn't joking either. Her snack time because of this little incident was cut short. Not to mention the energy she expended scaring the students. She was feeling a bit on the peckish side. Still, she had nothing better to do, currently, so she'd help the VP herd the little kitties and then join them in the cafeteria later. Besides, she did want to keep an eye on that Alexis girl...She seemed like she was going to be a bit of a handful to keep up with. With a happy little spring in her step, she followed right alongside VP Nina.

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To the left.

Graham shot to the left.

Right.

Back to his original side then.

Big dude straight ahead. Stop and redirect.

Graham came to a skidding halt. Good thing he did, or he and the human boulder in front of him would have...all who was he kidding? He’d slam into the guy and bounce off. Dude probably wouldn’t even notice, either. Right then. Where next? Ah. Graham wove in and out of the crowd, not exactly able to see over their heads, unsure of where exactly he was heading. He just wanted to get to the other side.

And he did.

Graham shot out of the crowd and stumbled a few steps. Right into the path of some suit-and-tie lady. Crap. Unlike Graveler back there, this chick might actually take a fall as well. Unable to stop his momentum, Graham closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Bracing.

Bracing.

Oh god, any minute now.

Bracing.

Brac-

Huh. Shouldn’t she have run into him by now?

Graham opened his eyes. Nada. Zilch. No woman, no crash.

Well. The boy stood horribly confused for a moment. Did she dodge out of the way? Those were some amazing reflexes if she did. He turned around, searching. Zilch. She gone, bro. But would that really be the weirdest thing he had seen today? Not even close. The boy was about to push his way back into the crowd, but he noticed they had sort of stopped. Why? He looked towards the front. The Vice Prinicipal looked like she was shooting the shit with a girl in a wheelch-

Straitjacket. Wheeled around.

Hannibal Lecter? Err...Hannibal Lecter’s daughter?

WHOA. NO. DON’T. JUST DON’T. NOT COOL, BRO. YOU DON’T DO THAT.

Graham actually slapped himself in the face. Hard. His reward? A throbbing red handprint on his face, and the confused stares of some of the students beside him. He didn’t notice though. He was too busy berating himself for being a wretched hive of scum and villainy.

Great. So he couldn’t look to the front without guilt slapping him around. And the rear was, well, MAYBE preferable. No. After bringing forth potential social misery upon a poor unsuspecting girl, he couldn’t rightly go back that way. Well done Graham. Kudos.

He had to hide. Where to hide, where to hide? Was there a paperbag nearby that he could bury his traitorous head in? Nope. No luck. But he did notice something while he was looking around: Alexis, Cheol, and Kitty had just entered stage right. Well, he noticed the cast. Close enough, yeah?

Bingo.

The red-headed menace trotted back through the crowd, bobbing and weaving in all the right places, before ending up marching in step with the trio. He looked over, his guilt and worry still plastered all over his face like a billboard, and offered a shaky smile.

“Hola, peeps.”

~Alexis Sinclair~

"We were just talking about how weird this whole place is, I mean, not like I expected a school for superheroes to be normal or anything, but it's still kind of strange, wouldn't you say?"

Eh, she personally didn't have any strong feelings one way or another, other than mistrust towards any place that would drug people and then bring them to some secret location that was probably underground. That just spelled trouble right there. Still, it wasn't so bad since she had met Kitty and Graham. They seemed to be pretty cool people, unlike a certain jerk face on the train.

“Mmm, nothing too important happened, We’re on our way to the dorms to, uh… get settled in or something? Oh, I really, really hope they brought my DS! Oooh, and my laptop! Hey, wait, if they didn’t, do you think they’d let me teleport home to get it?”

"Probably not, Kitty." Alexis replied rolling her eyes. No way in hell were they ever gonna let them leave this place, at least not without supervision if that. That other place...you couldn't go anywhere without being watched constantly. But that was something she didn't want to think about, so she focused more on Kitty and her mentioning a DS. "Hey, I hope they brought mine too! Oh, and my computer. If they didn't bring my computer, I'ma be upset! I built that thing myself." She smugly said, sounding rather proud of her accomplishment, walking a bit faster to match Kitty's pace, though they soon caught up with the rest of the student body which had stopped for some reason.

“Hola, peeps.” Graham said, showing up almost from nowhere.

"Yo, Graham." She greeted him. "Go run off after shouting like an idiot?"

~Meredith Hillard~

She stopped walking when the VP did, taking a cautionary look at the two government agents. They looked like your cookie cutter suits to her. Probably couldn't even handle one of the new students here if things came down to it. Well, at least they'd probably be fun to toy with if she ever felt like messing with them. Still, who was the girl in the wheelchair? And why was she in a straight jacket? That didn't look comfortable at all! She had been in one before. It didn't hold her for long, since she just turned her arms into bony swords and shredded it. Too bad she couldn't do the same. Sometimes, she felt sorry that the humans didn't have complete control over their molecular structure.

And then she remembered how tasty they were, and how difficult it would be to eat one if they weren't so helpless.

With a curious look, she elongated her neck slightly to get a look at the clipboard over Nina's shoulders. A lot of boring techno babble she didn't care much for. She did spot the designation they had given her. Wow, how...cold even for the Suits. She had half a mind to say that if anyone was an it here, it was her! And she didn't go around eating people like some ravenous monster...well, not usually.

And then came the Psionic pulse. It wasn't directed at her, but she knew one was directed at the Principal. Her kind may not be telepaths, but if another one was near, they could communicate vague feelings and ideas, locations and emotions. She had never done it with another of her kind since she was the only one on the planet - hell, probably the only one in the entire space quadrant or whatever, but still. it was actually the only way most of her people communicated, since living under water mostly made it hard to talk.

"Hrmph~ What a rude suit! Treating this delicious looking little girl like a monster!" She said, bringing her neck back to its normal length, looking at the girl. She had half a mind to go over there and give the wheelchair bound girl an affectionate little pat on the head, but even she knew better than to do something that stupid when she didn't know who or what the girl was capable of. "So what are we gonna do with her?"

~Reginald Wagner~

Clop.

Clop.

Clop.

“So what are we gonna do with her?”

Wagner sighed. Well, that would be Meredith. Was she trying to scare yet another poor student? Why she was even allowed on the campus, Wagner would never know. Surely she put everyone in danger. Although, she wouldn’t be the only one. It seemed like half the student body and many of the staff were a massive threat to everyone and everything around them. Why gather them all in one place? What was the reasoning behind that? Surely it would do better isolate those? To minimize the chances of a catastrophic incident taking place.

But that decision was not Wagner’s to make. Nor was it his place to really think about.

He turned the last corner and strolled down the final bit of hall. And voila. Before him stood Vice Principal Smith. And the Hillard creature. And a long tail of students.

Yet they all appeared to stop before a small girl in a wheelchair. Smith and the girl were eyeing each other. Rather odd, he had to admit.

Or was it?

Wagner’s interaction with the vice principal was rather limited, as was it with Hillard. He hadn’t the best feel for the two women, if one could truly consider Hillard a woman. Still, he had no qualms with either of them. Wagner turned to share his confusion with Dr. Archer, but the man was no where to be seen. Had Reginald shaken him during the trip there? Unlikely, but not impossible. Oh well. The doctor would catch up.

Wagner shrugged and turned back to the group. The students seemed, well, rather unruly. He could understand. It was getting on in the day. And surely they had to be hungry and tired, what with the school’s barbaric method of transporting them. Why, they might even be prone to riot.

We wouldn’t want that now, would we?

Although, Wagner wouldn’t intervene. Not much use in it, was there? Smith would handle what needed to be done. It wasn’t exactly her first rodeo. Instead, Wagner simply stood in the pathway, observing the students from the left, but not really thinking much. The alcohol was starting to do it’s job. The man’s mind felt a touch slack. He could feel warm tendrils caressing his skin, the small hairs on his arms standing straight up. His relief was finally kicking in. Just in time, too.

He would simply make his appearance here, be seen at least, then most likely slink back to his office and have some more of the drink. As long as he could retain a semblance of productivity, he could continue his drink. But should it come to it, should the drink begin interfering, he would kick it aside once more.

Right…?