Mark
After a trip back to reception, Mark got his room key and found that his stuff hadn't actually been taken back to his room. With a slight sigh he carried it all back to his room. With another sigh he found it to be almost uncomfortably exquisite. Just like this mess of a school. He dumped his stuff by the bed without luggage next to it, didn't so much as glance at the rest of the room, placed his scorpion's cage on his dresser, and fell flat onto his bed. Mark felt exhausted.
The game in the dark ended before it began for him. All he knew was a mixture of disappointment and relief that he did not have to face other metas in a squabble for a flag. When it was called off, he had slumped down to a knee before recomposing himself and changing into his regular attire. He was currently sporting a dark green short sleeved shirt, black vest, blue jeans and a pair of black inexpensive running shoes. He was also currently sporting a very fashionable pillow on his face. He didn't know what to think of this school. Either way, it had been a rather harrowing first impression: stuck in the dark with all manner of people who could possibly kill him with a thought. He was tired, so these thoughts began to hover over his mind like a bad smell while his coherent brain began to shut down.
He now quite firmly believed that he should find out exactly what he is getting into before he agrees to it. He also believed that he wanted to remain on the good side of as many people as physically possible. He began to formulate plans on how he would achieve this and how he could avoid having to interact with any of them ever again unless they were nice. That is, until he heard a small chirp from his shoulder.
It appeared as though that one surviving bug from before had still attached itself to him. Perhaps it was still obeying the order to keep watch on people, and this one was assigned to him. Mark wasn't sure. Understanding the logic of powers was beyond him. Nikki had looked as though she was in pain when he last saw her though, and it had kept with him through a change of clothes, which was odd above all else. Maybe the electric shock had fried its little brain to only obey the last order it was given? More speculations. What he did know was that it had just brought him back to reality from a sudden burst of anxieties.
He sat up. Analysing the unnamed roommate from what he could see was not something he could exactly be bothered with at this point in time: it was much more useful for him to analyse someone when they were right in front of him. That way he could immediately put what he deduced into practice, and perhaps stroke his ego over correct assumptions. At least, when they weren't covered in scars. Those were not deductions that he liked to make. Thinking on them briefly now, he decided it wasn't fair to assume they were self inflicted, but assuming that they were a delicate topic was a must.
With that thought, he seemed more at ease. He decided he was going to scout out the island by going for a jog around it. He picked up the nice little map the reception desk had given him, and went off to get his bearings. And give himself some time to digest what had happened in his time at the madhouse.