Multiple Settings Academy (superschool rp)

[BloodInMyEyes]

Max Randon

Power: Limitless
Location: School Facility place thingy whatever.
Uniform: Yellow
Interactions: Dumplingboy

Max was still taking in the size of the building when he got off the bus. It was his first time seeing something so large. Then he heard someone speaking gibberish. He looked at the three girls and decided to speak to them. "Ok.... What the FECK are ye saying?!" He said, his Scottish accent that he usually hid sneaking through.

 

[Superfly47]

Oliver Myers
Power: Snow
Location: Bus --> School Grounds
Uniform: Yellow
Interactions: None

As Oliver was exiting the bus, he passed Victor who seemed oddly preoccupied with his appearance. Looking at the size of the campus, Oliver was shocked, “This is huge” he said to no one in particular. Oliver looked around, not exactly sure where he should go next.

Starting to feel uncomfortable about what to do, Oliver was at least glad he was away from the smell of vomit from the plane. Or so he thought. He took a deep breath and he still smell vomit. Looking around, he saw Branne still vomiting. Does she do anything besides vomit? Oliver just hoped he wouldn’t be sleeping under her bunk.

 

[Dumplingboy]

Outside school grounds
Chilly night lots of stars
Heather,Erica,Heza
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Erica looked away from Victor and nudged Heza in the side. Heza made an 'oh' face and reached into her pocket and pulled out a silver capsule. Heza skipped over to the group giving a small giggle for no reason except for life being amusing. She flipped her hair hitting Alice in the face, and she showed her neck to the group. There was a small half sphere stuck to her neck. She opened the capsule where the students would find more of these sticker like objects. She walked over to everyone placing the stickers on their neck. She didn't really pay attention to most of the group, but did hesitate at Victor as her foot tapped his cane. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him confused. She also did not bother with Margate, and just handed her to the sticker to put on herself. When she got to Portia and Marquis she rolled her eyes at whatever conversation they were having as she placed the sticker on them. The sticker was barely noticeable until a jolt shot through their neck. Everyone's eyes became blurry,mouth dry, and ears popped. This effect lasted for a couple of breaths before things going back to normal. Once the vision cleared up students would notice the strange symbols written on the girls sweatshirt had taken shape to lettering, reading ‘Student council’.

“Let’s get this over with.” Erica again seemed less than enthused about the whole situation

“You can all hear me now right?” Heza whipped her head around hitting max this time.

“Heza they could always hear us they just couldn’t understand us” Erica's voice matched her facial expression, very monotone.

“Oh.” Heza rejoined her place in the group smiling with excitement as Heather took a step forward.


“Well now that we are all on the same page...shut up and listen cus I won’t repeat myself and there are no second chances.” Heathers comment got another giggle out of Heza, it was clear that she found just about everything amusing. “There are a lot of rules you must obey if you wish to attend this school, and you are expected to remember them all. No power usage while you are attending Hero Academy. Only when in training will you be instructed to do so.” Heather spoke to the group but looked directly at Yarra who she could tell was slightly off. “No breaking curfew, no being out of uniform, and always do as your told. If you break these rules or fail to follow instructions you will get expelled, if you piss me off, you will get expelled. Also there is no…"


“ Contraband! No street clothes, no food, no cellphones no...” Heza in all her excitement could not help her gleeful outburst

“Shut up Heza!” Heather was less than amused, the way she reacted hinted that this was a regular thing.

Erica let out a sigh rolling her eyes at Heathers usual reaction to Heza's outburst. “Remove everything you have on hand, empty your pockets remove your jewelry, leave your luggage on the ground”

As the students emptied there stuff Heza reached behind the group to pull out a bin, she skipped to the group once more and waited for them to drop there stuff in.

 

[Deadwood Deer]

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James Neutte
Survival of the Fittest
Location: Super School
Interaction: Dumplingboy

When the sticker connected to Jim's nervous system and started screwing around, his response cells went haywire. What the hell was it? They didn't know, the origin cells didn't know, it was messing around, they were getting shocked, information was being crammed in, if the cells could talk on their own, all that would be heard is "How do we kill this thing?! Origin to brain, what do we do?" But as cells cannot create noise individually, all they could do was attempt to mutate to deal with the foreign object. Dry mouth, send more fluid. Eyesight going to shit, focus dumbass! The cells slapped the optic nerve back into alignment. Ears popping, adjust internal pressure. Electric shock, Jim's leg locked up and he was dizzy for a few seconds as all the metals in his body were yanked out and used to conduct the shock down to the ground, not that it actually got through his shoes and that whole endeavor failed. And then it ended as quickly as it began. Cells greedily yanked back their materials and resumed function as Jim's head cleared. Jim rolled a natural twenty on his Constitution check. Ow, my brain.

And then Heather started talking, and he actually understood what she said. Holy shit it's the implants from Prey!

And then she said no powers. Hang on, isn't this a superpower school? And what the Hell am I supposed to do? It's not a voluntary bodily function!

And then they were told to empty their pockets of everything. Contraband, they called it. That wasn't anywhere in the rules written anywhere in the process of getting here, but it did make sense to a certain extent, considering the lengths taken to hide the place.

Well, it is a prestigious school in the middle of fucking nowhere, Jim thought to himself as he fished his glasses back out of his backpack. He opened the case to show Heza that it just contained his glasses, backup pair of glasses, a small bottle of lens cleaner spray, and a cloth to clean them with, before setting it aside and fishing out his phone, taking off his watch, etc, and putting it all in his bag and dropping it in the bin.

"I have a question about power usage," he asked, raising his hand, "What are we supposed to do if it's an involuntary function?"

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Branne Ilvania
Salamander
Location: Super School
Interaction: Dumplingboy

Branne didn't have any luggage on her, for the reason of being a foster kid with basically nothing anyway. Still, she turned out her pockets to prove she wasn't hiding anything, and dropped her necklace into the bin. "Can I at leass keep my coat?", she asked, referring to her trench coat. It was easier to avoid wardrobe malfunctions as a result of spontaneous combustion when you had something as bulky as a trench coat to hide in. "You can zheck it if you like."

 

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Height: 5' 5"

Quirk: Lightning Charger- Emitter/Accumulator

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Chris Thompson

Chris kept touching the sticker over and over again in an attempt to figure out what it was made of. Is it metal? It's probably gonna get fried if it's metal. Chris was incapable of being electrocuted for obvious reasons, so he couldn't tell if his electricity was messing with it. He was amazed. He'd never even heard of tech like this. He was worried his power would fry it, but it seemed like they had a lot of these stickers, so maybe it could be replaced if he accidentally wrecked it. However, the girl who was in charge didn't seem so reassuring.

Chris looked through his backpack. He didn't have any jewelry, no watch, no phone. Just extra clothes he had brought, but he guessed those were illegal now. He put them in the bin. He was wearing his gloves and shock-reducing shoes, but since he was wearing them he figured he could keep them.

Plus, he needed them to keep from using his power involuntarily. Jim voiced the same question Chris had about involuntary power usage, and Chris was going to second that, but the lead girl's expression kept him quiet. Hopefully the answer would suffice.

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[/div][div class=Ainfo]Age: 15

Height: 5' 3"/160cm

Quirk: Bone Claws

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Alice Maines

Alice did NOT like the look of these girls.

Girls like these never treated girls from her walk of life very well. Not that it ever went unpunished though. The rich, snobby people school vibe was making Alice feel nauseas. The sticker didn't help the nausea, but it did keep Alice from beating the shit out of the girl who hair flipped her in the eyes. Barely keeping herself upright, deep down inside Alice resolved to not join the ranks of people throwing up today.

Now that Alice could understand the girls, she hated them more. But it was fine. She ignored them mostly, wondering what the sticker had done to her. Did it make her able to understand any spoken or written language, or just this one? If she remembered correctly, the girls' language hadn't sounded like any language she had ever heard before, though she wondered if it was some kind of German. It seemed more likely to be a completely made up language though, and the uneasy vibe inside Alice was growing.

She didn't like this secrecy. The secret language, the unknown location, the confiscating of all belongings... They would be defenceless. Alice didn't have much on her. Actually, she had nothing on her. Nothing. You don't get anything when you get captured and taken to a detention centre. Alice was so angry. She refused to even look at the snobs.

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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

margate
interaction: Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy​

Margate was a little hesitant about the sphere things they seemed a little odd then again the whole journey here was odd so she felt by now odd would be the new normal. wanting as then assumedly “friendly” girl handed out the sticker thing margate couldn’t help but wonder what exactly they where meant to do? Maybe it was some ID Tag? or possible something to understand whatever the girls greeting them where speaking since she doubted they would spend time even teaching them. once the girl handing them out got too her she just handed margate then sticker thing made sense, considering her own height regardless she put it on her neck, then the jolt happened it felt incredibly strange margate almost felt like she’d fall down. Yet once it did clear up the three girls greeting them could be understood.. although Margate would have preferred if she couldn’t hear the one giving them the rule drill. she kept her gaze on her the entire time, the no power usage suited margate just fine.. even if she couldn’t totally turn of her field and her other ability mean physical contact something she doubted would happen any time soon. The it came to the contraband the “friendly” girl mentioning it only to get told to shut up By the other. Margate dropped her one dead phone into the contraband bin and the just waited since she really didnt have anything else aside form what was in her luggage. Someone then mentioned involuntary power usage and Well “well.. I doubt that would be considered a expellable offence if you did do it intentionally and if it was a problem you wouldn’t be here” she casually said although margate hoped she hadn’t managed to piss off the student council girl by answering the question.

alron
interaction: Dumplingboy​

alron just waited to see what would happen next he was somewhat glad one person understood him.. even if it was that silvery Titan of a girl. the sticker things didn't bother alron much he assumed they had a good reason even if he couldn’t understand a word of what anyone was saying when it came to the giggling girl placing the sticker on alrons neck instead of just sticking in place the little dot sunk into the boys neck, although his reaction to the stickers jolt was far worse then some. First his body seemed to almost spasm before parts of his skin appeared to tear away revealing a strange black thick tar like substance underneath. Almost as quickly as this happened alron regained his composure shaking his head “sorry about that.. wasn’t-“ something felt off as he spoke.. like he was saying something different it didn’t feel like greek, and the gibberish on the girls shirts now said student council then one of them started speaking but he could understand her.. oh well at least she’s was telling them the rule, the only thing alron was disappointed with was no power usage and how strict they seemed guess he wasn’t having any fun today. When it came to the situation of contraband alron didn’t have luggage only his phone. Opening his mouth wide as possible he stuck his hand into the tary abyss within his maw, pulling out the phone after a few seconds then giving the girl taking there stuff a smile “that’s everything unless you’re game to take a look yourself? Don’t worry I don’t bite” he chuckled at his own rather bad joke.

 

[Epiphany]

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[/div][div class=statusText]Power: Gravity Manipulation
Uniform: Yellow
Location: Outside School Grounds
Interaction: Open to anyone[/div][/div][div class=title]Luce Anderson[/div][div class=text] Dumplingboy
Getting a random sticker stuck to her neck was a bit offputting. Having it turn into a universal translator literally took Luce's breath away, more than the physical reaction to it had.

She almost missed the explanation from the student council, but Heather's "No second chances" remark instantly made her straighten and focus on the conversation. No powers? Whatever. No curfew, big deal, where the hell was there to go? No being out of uniform, again, who was there to impress? The threat of expulsion was way too heavy-handed, though, especially-

Especially when the no cellphones requirement kicked in. Well, that and jewelry, but her phone? Seriously? Seriously?

As Heza came along with the bin, Luce shook her head and said "No way in hell am I trusting my stuff mixed in with everyone else's." She promptly unzipped one of her pieces of luggage and unlooped a necklace that she stuffed into a folded up shirt, followed by her earrings. As she finished packing her stuff away, Luce turned back to face Heather, Heza and Erica.

"So, how does this place handle personal calls? I get you don't want villains spotting this school because of a bunch of phone GPS in the middle of nowhere. But my family's going to freak if they don't hear from me periodically." To say nothing of my online groups. "Is there a 'public' secured phone we can use during downtime, or do we get a phone call a week or something?"
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[Aravini]

Name: Victor Lee
Power: Weapon Former
Uniform: Yellow
Location: School Grounds
Interactions: BloodInMyEyes

"Ok.... What the FECK are ye saying?!" That son of a...

Victor was about to carry himself to the Scottish boy and stop further embarrassing himself if it were not for the dark-skinned girl skipping to them and...giggling? How odd.

She showed an odd circular device attached to her neck and whipped a capsule out filled with the same device. She started implanting the other students with the device but hesitate when reaching Victor and hitting his cane. Victor gave the girl a puzzled look before implanting him with the device. A shock ran through Victor's body, his eyes blurred and ears popped, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared. The symbols that were on the girl's sweatshirt became 'Student Council' and their language became understandable.

They spoke about certain rules and regulations the school had, although they lack the professionalism Victor had expected, reminding him of those school girls from his old academy who would blabber their mouth none stop. Victor was not too surprised by the restriction of their gift as it was a form of weaponry after all. For all they know one of them could just implode themselves at will.

Victor threw in the 'contraband' odd terminology, to the bin. He did not have anything with him besides a handkerchief, phone and a comb. All the things he could easily replace. However, this was his chance to speak to the Scottish boy. Victor leaned closed him.

"I have no idea who you think you are but the way you acted could have gotten yourself and even all of us in trouble," Victor whispered. "think about this next time you feel like doing something stupid. This is a prestigious academy, not a school for mindless children."

Hopefully, that will have embedded the message to his head. This was a prestigious school, they should all act prestigious and not like a bunch of freshmen who believes their actions have no consequences. Hopefully, there would not be any other idiotic incidents-

"Can I at leass keep my coat? You can zheck it if you like."

"that’s everything unless you’re game to take a look yourself? Don’t worry I don’t bite"

"So, how does this place handle personal calls? I get you don't want villains spotting this school but..."


...I am surrounded by idiots...

Name: Yarra Hale
Power: Possession
Uniform: Yellow
Location: School Grounds
Interactions: @aja maja

Yarra's attention was captivated by the white-haired boy who was...ravishing. The way his blue eyes held the intensity he had, the way he exclaimed himself with that lovely Scottish accent, the cute cheeks and soft hair...how can someone be so adorable and yet so...sexy.

Yarra snapped out of her fantasizing about the boy when one of the whores pressed a sticker to her neck. Her senses became weird and fuzzy then formed back to normal. The alien language that was on the whores' sweatshirt became 'Student council' and what they were saying became clear...which sucks.

The one will long brown hair talked about the rules and other crap Yarra couldn't care less about. That bitch even looked at her when talking about not using their powers. Yarra, of course, responded by flipping a finger at her while she wasn't looking.

Yarra didn't have any other items besides the flask that was once full of alcohol. She didn't mind throwing it away since she knows she'll get another one somehow, although she doubts she could get away from bringing alcohol to school. When she threw her flask into the bin, she stated "I wouldn't want to touch that flask mate. The bus ride went on for too long so I had to piss in it."

 

[Graystone713]

Felix Tobin
The Gigabooster
Location: School entrance
Interactions: Dumplingboy

Felix didn’t like this. Three students speaking in a form of Conlang he didn’t recognize, handing out what he recognized as translator stickers and having everyone put their belongings in a bin? Without even sorting them?... Felix knew he’d never see his things again. Because if they didn’t keep track of whose stuff was whose, they weren’t going to keep it. Would it be incinerated? Atomized? Thrown into a garbage compactor? Felix didn’t know. He just slapped on the sticker, shuddered as it initialized, and relinquished his few possessions: a phone and headphones, A sleep mask, and a wallet containing his student ID, a credit card, and 63.25$. Then, all too casually, he asked a simple question of the girls:

“How do you plan to dispose of our belongings? I imagine you have an incinerator on site, but I’m curious. And I’m certain none of us are getting any of this back.”

he said, then noticed the dark haired boy with the walking stick. Felix wondered if he’d be allowed to keep it, given his reliance on it, or if a new one would be issued. If that were the case, Felix hoped it would be issued soon. If not, he’d have to be helped inside... And Felix wasn’t sure who’d be willing or able aside from himself.

 

[thespectacularstorm]

Portia Lovelace
{Sound}
Location:: School Grounds| Interaction:: First Rose Mentions:: everyone​

By the time she figured out what was happening around her a boy had not only tripped her and likely just went through her bag that she knew wasn't open, but also managed to introduce himself while the welcome wagon bickered.

"Name's Marquis, you mind if I know yours?"

First impressions seemed to be the name of the game and Portia was the type of person who liked to leave a lasting one. No one really cared what two out of the large group were doing nor would that have really mattered to her. The vixen was the last one to have any shred of insecurity so being anxious about public things wasn't in her. "Bueno, mírate. Eres como un gran osito. How cute." She said softly speaking fluently in a language she knew he'd understand. "I'm Portia, it's a pleasure to meet you." Before Heza made it to her section the girl reached up and cupped Marquis' cheek, soft fingers smoothing over the surface as she stood on her toes. Her face drew in close as if she were going to kiss his lips but only went to kiss his cheek. It was a greeting in most countries other than America but there might have been a few other meanings behind her reasoning for it. She faced back front again as the bubbly idiot stuck something against her neck. Almost instantly she felt dizzy like she'd been on roller coasters back to back all day. It stung even for a second but the pain wasn't something she couldn't handle. After a few seconds, it faded and the words on the girl's sweaters read clearly. Her eyes glanced back to Marquis who didn't look any less dazed but with a confident smirk she said, "Maybe you'll get the real thing later if you're not too shy." She snickered softly before returning her attention to the front.

They wanted them to discard all their possessions, which didn't bother her as much as it should have. What bothered her most was everyone took turns making idiotic remarks or asking questions. They couldn't have waited to ask this stuff when we got inside? It's gotta be like thirteen degrees outside... She rolled her eyes as she took off her backpack and dumped it into the bin. Since they said to empty pockets the paper she had tucked away was given another read over before she tucked it into the front pocket of her backpack. When they all got rid of their stuff it was safe to assume they weren't getting it back. There weren't much items of importance in the bag, just her passport, phone, spare clothes, a wallet with no more than eight thousand yen, and that scrap of paper she was given. "If everyone could shut up so we don't have to stand out in the cold and the dark that would be splendid..." She whispered to herself as her eyes narrowed again. It was getting late and the others were mostly already aggravating her. The welcome group wasn't even that bad, they just had a superiority complex. It wasn't unheard of in high schoolers. The three before them just didn't try to hide it. Honestly, it felt like she was joining a sorority and this was their hazing ritual. Whatever came next Portia was ready for it. She just hoped it was sleep for the night.

 

[Dumplingboy]

princeton, heather,erica,heza
school grounds>dorms
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Heza ignored everyone’s questions and gripes, giving a rather bubbly expression yet remaining unsympathetic at the same time. She took no regard in the respect for others belongings and tossed the bin on the ground and kicked it over to where the other two stood.

Heather rolled her eyes as people began to ask questions. “Do you never shut up? Am I going to have to spell this out for all of you idiots. I’m not your friend, or your buddy, or one of you losers. Don’t address me dont look my way. Just listen so I can be done with. Most of you all won’t make it past a semester, and from the looks of it none of you all will graduate. This is already a waste of my time don’t piss me off.”

“Having trouble?” A voice came out from the left of the group, even without seeing a face you could hear the authority behind it. Princeton came into view wearing the same sweatpants as the girls but had tied the sweat shirt around his waist revealing a basic white tank. He turned his attention to the group of new arrivals giving a formal smile. “Let’s skip the formalities we will have plenty of time for that tomorrow, let’s get you guys settled in.”

“We already gathered there stuff.” Heza gave out an eager report, the aloof female now focused on Princeton. Erica face remained blank but she did uncross her arms, and stood up straight. His presence had an immediate effect of the on the trio, Heather seemed annoyed by him being there.

“I am sure you attempted to.” His tone was gentle but it was clear that he did not trust the abilities of his peers. Princeton looked over the group, more of analyzing than judging , it wasn't clear if he was impressed or disappointed "I hope you all choose carefully who to ally yourself with, it’s time to weed out the unpromising ones. Let's go” His voice was commanding but not pushy, it felt almost right to follow him, a natural born leader. Heza and Erica moved out of his way, Heather did not seem to eager to move. "You are dismissed." His voice was low, he seemed to have no problem challenging Heather, and the students watched as she reluctantly turned and walked away. The students had a short walk to student quarters, on there way they noticed that the campus was void of any staff but they had one brief encounter with a non student. A muscular woman walked past the group ringing out her drenched hair. She smelt like ocean water and looked fresh from a fight. Some students might have been able to recognize the hero as Banshee, she paid no attention to the students.
Princeton explained that there would be a tour tomorrow. Before the were allowed to enter the building labeled, student quarters they were instructed to take their shoes off The interior was for the most part grey, except for rows of glowing white lights that seemed to be carved into the walls. It was very clean, not a single scuff on the floor or an overfilled trash bin. The group was led to the third floor passing by many hallways all in different colors. Princeton finally stopped them in front of a purple hallway.

“Your housing is located in the purple section.” He led them down the hall passing a UV glowing room where they caught a quick glance of a bowling alley, arcade, and a laser tag set up

“Girls on the right boys on the left.” The doors were motion censored, keeping up the same high-tech trend that should now be expected from the school. “You don't have access yet to anything so I will open the doors for you…” Princeton walked over to a tiny keypad at the entrance of each door and held his wrist up to it. On his wrist was a tiny silver bracelet, similar to the one Veronica was messing with before she hurried off the bus.

"If you walk back out you won’t be able to get in, breakfast is at 0500, being late is grounds for expellment. Remove your city clothes and change into your uniform, You all have lockers with your names on them in the shower room. Grey for down time,yellows for class.” Princeton waited for the students to enter the rooms before saying good night as the door closed. Once the students were through the door they would see a small hallway to the left that would lead into the shower room. Each student had a locker with there name on it built into the wall. Hanged up in the locker was three uniforms all yellow in color. There were two shelves on top, one holding an orange jumpsuit and the other a grey sweatsuit with the school name written in on the back of the top and down the right pants leg on the bottoms. The bottom of the locker housed two drawers, resting on top of the drawers was a pair of black boots, two pair of sneakers, and one pair of slippers.


Instead of beds students would fine pods at their disposal. Even there sleeping situation was something out of a scifi movie. The pods were about 14 feet in length and had enough room for the average person to sit up in. There were many features: the mood setting light, privacy door, mirror, tv, little storage shelf. They could also change the environment of there pods by cooling or heating up the bedding, the smell( rain,flowers,damp forest,pine etc) they could even choose to listen to some soft music or a relaxing thunderstorm among many other sounds to help fall asleep.

Lisa
cloning
Yellow
Females

Lisa was walking around the dorm room with a blanket over herself , another Lisa snickered "Polo." The lisa uncovered turned around and froze in excitement at the sight of newcommeners entering in the dorms.

"Marco....Marco? Marco!?" Lisa tore her blanket off wondering why her other self had stop responding. A huge smile covered her face and she ran up to lisa and they held hands jumping in circles "New friends new friends " They said in unison, so happy they could talk to other people besides herself.

Lexi
shape shifting
yellow
boys

Lexi was in the bathroom, applying bandages to the left side of his face. His eyes were red from crying and he paid little attention to the new students coming in.

 

[Wondertainment]

Name: Ollie Kim
Power: Flip-Turn Things Upside Down
Uniform: Yellow
Location: Dorms
Interactions: None

Ollie finally relinquishes his phone after a lot of hesitation. He looks out-of-place here in that he looks entirely too plain. He has black-brown hair and dull, brown eyes. He's been uncharacteristically silent this whole orientation process, except for when he sputtered something in Korean when he put on the sticker.

"Being late for breakfast gets you expelled?" Ollie said a little too out loud. He scowled and thought about his own sleeping habits and how he never really woke up before 10:00. "What if we're not hungry?"

After a brief pause, Ollie swallows hard and lowers his head apologetically.

"Those are..." Ollie says out loud to nobody in particular, "A lot of rules."

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

alron
interaction: Dumplingboy (otherwise open to interact)​

it seemed that the first girl (heather) to be probably the "bitch" of the school then again the way she spoke made it sound more like the place intentionally got there peeps to act in this way... right he could deal with it. especially when the other guy showed up to give them a proper explanation of stuff reinforcing this idea by well spelling it out. they were eventually shown to there rooms and told to change into different clothing, oh well that wouldn't be too much of a problem, dull gray clothing wouldn't be so bad for alron at least. after heading into the boy's side he immediately went off to the change room, his locker instead of the clothing that was laid out for the other students where some photos of alron with the school uniform edited into it... alron really couldn't wear normal clothes so this was actually super useful he smiled when he saw that the clothing on his body shifting to a tarrry black for a moment and then into the gray sweet suit. afterwards he left to take a look around the boys dorm?

 

[Deadwood Deer]

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James Neutte
Survival of the Fittest
Location: Male Dorm
Interaction: None, he taking a nap

Well, I know whose here on daddy's dime, Jim thought to himself as Heather proceeded to ignore a very reasonable question and instead berate the group for trying to understand. At least the big dude came through and dispersed the Dumb the Edgy, and the Skank.

Princeton seemed like a much more reasonable human being, at least for now.

There was no manual, and the rules were vague. This was the best kind of game, it was like playing Splinter Cell. Jim could already visualize his HUD, see the number of fuck ups and the panel of notes and his tools. He didn't have much, for now. But if there's one thing playing apocalypse games has taught him, it was how to make things. Also that militaries have the strength of tissue paper, but that was neither here nor there.

Jim's clothes were generally too large for him, in part because his parents were convinced that with as much as he ate he should have the mother of all growth spurts immediately, but it never happened, so Jim was glad to finally be able to take off his belt and wear pants that fit properly.

After changing he climbed into his pod, no shirt, as of where he was from that was a ticket to waking up covered in vomit with as much as was going on inside his body.

"This is so fucking cool!", he said as he fiddled with the controls of the pod. He. Could set it to his ideal environmental temperatures... he wondered if he actually could. "Ain't no way in Hell this machine can be as bipolar as my air conditioner and Florida weather..."

It turned out it could, once he discovered the timer function. Fiddling around, soon there was a mix of rain and wind with the fishy smell of a creek, and the temperature of the pod in the late seventies. "Just like back home," Jim smiled, "Just missing the mosquitoes."

He learned the timer had another function, however. If they were to be at breakfast by five, then he would set a time an hour and a half prior where the temperature of the pod would start fluctuating and the lights would go weird. An alarm even he couldn't sleep through. Satisfied, he shut the privacy door and dimmed the lights, passing out in the rough simulation of his bedroom this time of year.

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Branne Ilvania
Salamander
Location: Female Dorm
Interaction: Available

The brunette girl was clearly the queen bitch in this situation. The giggler seemed to have put as much thought into anything as an ant, so perhaps she could be convinced of a different queen... The girl with tattoos was another story. She said little, did little. She was an unknown quantity.

Zere are two vays to deal with a bitch, Branne thought, Replace zem, or join zem. Branne's pride wouldn't allow her to just bow down to Heather. She'd have to find a way to outdo her.

Branne could deal with strict rules. She could sleep on arbitrary schedules and keep her mouth shut. She could even avoid using her power as long as no one did anything stupid, although she felt her scalp approach ignition every time Heather insulted them. She'd play their game, just long enough to get ahead, and then no more.

She found the locker with her name on it, and frowned at what she saw inside. Skirts, yay... not. Skirts meant a breezy opening, and Branne had some... wardrobe restrictions that made that awkward. Namely, plastics and elastics and anything ending in 'stic' melted when she touched it. She could feel the handle of the locker softening as she held the door open. It made it more than difficult to find underwear that she could actually wear, to say the least.

Just keep your knees togezzer, Branne. Juz like back home. A good rule in most situations, actually. At this point, Branne just wanted the day to be over. She'd been on two planes and a bus, vomited on all three, and had to deal with multiple pompous asses at the same time. She needed a nap and coffee.

Just change your cloze, brush your hair, and go to bed. And pray zese sveatclothes don't have elastic bands. Branne shrugged off her coat that hadn't been actively confiscated yet and folded it into her locker. Some rules you have to break, and she would much rather deal with a lecture on contraband than be expelled for indecent exposure when someone snuck up on her and made her combust and incinerate her uniform. At least the trench coat was flame retardant and wouldn't burn if that happened.

She fished out what she assumed was a hairbrush from the drawer and pulled out the sweatsuit and stepped into the shower room to change in one of the stalls. She came out with her waist length hair down and her hair tie around her wrist. She couldn't cut her hair for a similar reason to not wearing underwear. Once it was cut it ignited. More fines, avoid the problem. So her hair kept going.

Not seeing any receptacle for her former clothes, she folded them again and put them in the drawer before crawling into the pod with her name and started brushing her hair, ignoring the girl with braces playing Marco Polo by herself.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Margate
interaction: Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy​

margate sorta blocked out what that girl had said.. well at least her being an asshole. that was when another person showed up. thank god they gave an actual explanation as to what was happening margate followed along listening to what he was saying smiling at little as the student council was dismissed the only one of them she actually liked at all was the one collecting their stuff. following along with everyone to the bunk rooms. looking at her pod thing margate first smiled at how futuristic it really looked like seriously it was kinda like a sci-fi show. the only issue was... they seemed a little small for margate, then again everything was small for the titanic girl. as she was heading to her locker she gave a passing smile to the... twin? girls? "hi" margate said as she passed them. eventually getting to the shower room margate was smiled at the sight of the cloths, they looked more like they'd actually fit her, that was great changing into grey swear suit. she headed back to the bunk area. one girl in particular caught margates attention mostly because of her ridiculously long hair that was odd at least margate though so and now that she could actually communicate with everyone why not make some acquaintances. walking up to the other girl's, bunk margate didn't really need to lookup even though the other girl had a top bunk for obvious reasons. "hi there sooo now that we can all understand one another id thought id introduce myself names margate, how about you?" she asked with a smile her sharp almost animalistic teeth showing as she did so.

 

[Deadwood Deer]

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Branne Ilvania
Salamander
Location: Female Dorm
Interaction: Huntertabbysandshark3

Occasionally a spark would announce that a hair had come out in the hairbrush, declaring it's presence in a line of red glow following the shape of it's twists before disappearing into nothingness. Branne was used to that, it had stopped freaking her out when she was small. What she was not used to, however, was peeling back the curtain of hair to see a mouth full of pointy teeth not twenty centimeters away. From her face. That didn't match the speaking voice in the slightest.

A flash of light and heat escaped Branne's pod when her hair burst into flame. "Shit!" Branne hurried to return her hair back to hair and make sure she hadn't set anything on fire. Fortunately, the pod wasn't that flammable, and she hadn't been lit long enough to ignite her clothes, although there was a soot spot on the ceiling of the pod.

Glaring at Margate, "If I get expelled for this, you're coming vith me," she warned.

 

[Superfly47]

Oliver Myers
Power: Snow
Location: Dorm
Uniform: Yellow
Interactions: Wondertainment

Oliver wasn’t paying much attention until he heard that he could get expelled if he didn’t eat breakfast at 5:00. Oliver wanted to be a Superhero, but not enough to wake in the middle of the night, screw that he thought.

When another boy, Ollie, also expressed shock, Oliver turned to him, “They can’t expel people for not eating at 5:00, that would be insane. They’d have to expel pretty much everyone since nobody is going to wake up at 5:00.” After a pause, “Oh, I’m Oliver. I"m planning on having breakfast at 9:00, when are you going?”

 

[First Rose]

Location: School Grounds
@ thespectacularstorm
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"Aye..cinco minutos and she's already sucked up to you...literally..." Marquis heard the vexed demon groan in the back of his head. Rodrigo wasn't paying much attention to Marquis and Portia. In fact, he didn't care in the least, relationships never made it on his list to consider. Too complicated. The mere thought of it made him sick.

It had been a while since he'd gotten a friendly kiss like that, it left him dazed and misconfigured as he stammered to regain his next thoughts. Back in Puerto Rico, all the girls ever did was rub on him like the "gran osito" he was. It had been a while since a regular greeting of a kiss on the cheek, in consequence, he didn't handle it very well as became silent. Staring Portia in her eyes for a long moment as he lost the words to speak. Not only was this girl just pretty, but she seemed to speak his native tongue so perfectly. Suddenly wanting to know where she was from.

By this time, this was just getting painful to look at. With a small friendly nudge from Rodrigo, Marquis felt a hard force ram into the side of his rib. As if someone next to him gave the young man a cruel elbow. In turn, he gave a small grunt, which he quickly cleared his throat to mask the fact that his rib was probably dislocated.

A nervous chuckle escaped his shaky lips as he finally replied, "Precioso. Aye, heh. Your name...is I mean." The stocky young man cleared his throat once more as he partially hoped that would be the one word she didn't know. He opened his mouth to say more, but the sudden jolt of something going through his neck made him nearly choke on his breath. Rubbing the capsule for a moment, he gave a small glare to Heather as she passed, half wishing for her to step on a lego. Rodrigo however, was saying other things in the back of Marquis's mind, things that were much more vulgar in fact.

Though after hearing Portia's next words, he soon overlooked what was tugging at his nerves.

"..." Marquis knew not of what to say in return, all he could do was reply with a goofy smile. Then, he found the opportunity to break his dumbfonded stare by getting ready to give up his possessions. He had the usual on him, a dead phone, a blunt, a lighter, a strangely large amount of cash, a few lucky Cuban Pesos, 3 bags of pot, and a cup of Xanax pills.

As the bin came over, he had no problem putting them in the bin, but nor did he find it as a strange thing to just casually have in one's pocket. When he noticed the weird glances around him, all he did was raise a brow, seeming to have no idea what was wrong. He knew very well it was illegal, but....who didn't do illegal things. However, as soon as he grabbed the Xanax, a large rageful yell rang through his head, and his hand froze as an unnoticed, but yet an uncanny amount of dark orange-colored veins trickled around his forearm.

"Que va mijo. These are mine. Deja este. Throw away your trash, not mine."

"No pienso así que Rodrigo...If we get expelled, that's back to the center." He silently whispered underneath his breath as he pretended to be looking for whatever was in his pocket.

"Seems better there than here mijo. Dijo, we split it."

"Bro, if we can at least make it outta here, then we can go on our own way. We don't have to become heroes if we go through this dumb school man. Trust me bro, you can go without your Xanax for a couple years." Finally, he found the hinder of his blood circulation starting to relax as he fought against the stubborn demon within him.

"YEARS! Que va mijo, yo-" In the middle of Rodrigo's sentence, Marquis was already tossing the pills into the bin. Rodrigo only had so much strength inside Marquis, and Marquis had a tendency to usually be stronger....usually.

As they started their walk to the student quarters, he felt a large force thrust the wind out his stomach. The only thing he did was wince, as he continued to walk like nothing happened.

"Tu pequeno punta..." He heard the demon mutter.

Marquis barely took consideration of him, as he walked beside Portia into the school, hoping the girl's quarters wouldn't be too far away.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Margate
interaction: Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy​

margate watched on curiously as the sparks flew of the girl long hair. What she wasn’t expecting however was the girl to sudd burst into flames margate almost fall back. It seemed that she’d startled her, not exactly an uncommon reaction for Margate, she had freaked many people over the years. She scratched her silvery scale covered cheek akwardly when the girl lashed out at her over the scare “ I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to freak you out... I’ll just go..” she said apologetically looking down at the floor before walking away, maybe she’d have better luck with those twins? Margate walked over to them again looking down at them both with a hopeful sharp toothed smile “hi again, thought I’d introduce myself properly I’m Margate. oh if you don’t Mind me asking but are you twins or like can you copy yourself?”

 

[Wondertainment]

Name: Ollie Kim
Power: Flip-Turn Things Upside Down
Uniform: Yellow
Location: Dorms
Interactions: Superfly47

Ollie nods at Oliver.

"Nice to meet you. But uh... Hm. I'm gonna go at 5." Ollie shrugs with a wince. "Listen, it's not like this is a normal place. They set our phones on fire JUST now. They might expel you for that crap."

Ollie rubs his eyes. "So what's your power, Oliver?"

 

[Aravini]

Name: Victor Lee
Power: Weapon Former
Uniform: Yellow
Location: Dorms
Interactions: Available

Victor did not like the three girls, they had the presence of a leader but neither three of them had an attitude of one. He started to suspect the school was not as it was hyped up to be. That was until that Nigerian boy walked in.

That boy...that man, not only had the presence of a leader but the attitude of one. His voice was low and yet it was strong and demanding. He did not scoff and degrade them, he stayed professional and did not have to dreaded immaturity the three girls had.

They followed the boy through the school halls, Victor was shocked when he spotted the hero Banshee. He had heard about her through his mother. He did not expect real heroes to be in this Academy. This was beginning to be promising. When they reached what seemed to be the sleeping quarters, Victor was not excited to be so close to the other students. Throughout his life, he had been sleeping in a massive room with an equally massive bed, this place had neither and not to mention he had to share this place with the other students.

Once they all headed inside, the Nigerian said goodnight before closing the door. It was annoying not being able to walk outside freely but Victor would have to accept it if he was going to stay in his school. He headed to the lockers and reached for the one that held his name. The inside held...ugly articles of clothing, yellow was the colour Victor hated the most. He closed the door, wincing the idea of them for class tomorrow. He removed his clothes and put on one of the horrid things, usually, he would have a servant to help due to his limp but he had none at the moment. Asking one of the other hormone-filled teens to help him change will be the death of him.

Once he changed, he walked up to his pod, groaning loudly as the blonde with glasses played happily with his poor excuse of a bed.

He did not see how making yourself unnecessarily wet makes a good bed. A good bed is well crafted with nice fabric and soft stuffing that you could sleep in for eternity. The engineering was impressive but also completely unnecessary.

Name: Yarra Hale
Power: Possession
Uniform: Yellow
Location: Students Quarters
Interactions: Available

The brown-haired girl was starting to get into Yarra's nerve, all she did was complain and act like a bitch. By God's name, she was going to run up to her and punch her annoying, blabbering, high and mighty, snooty ass mouth-

"Having trouble?" A soft yet arousing voice turned Yarra's attention from the girl to the...equisite black man. The softness of hair, how his voice just gives a sense of authority, the way he just dismissed the main bitch, those...lips, oh those lovely lips...

Yarra snapped out of her fantasy...again, once she realised everyone was living without her. As they walked through the school, Yarra's attention was mostly captivated the lovely man's...assets, but was caught off guard by the hulk of a woman walking by, her hair extremely wet and smelled like the ocean. Crikey, I'm starting to love this place.

They walked through the student quarters, although it was annoying to not be able to wear their shoes as Yarra's feet wasn't exactly the cleanest. They finally reached their own area, although it was annoying to have the boys and girls be separated. She wanted to check them out a bit more but the girls will have to do for now. Once the man with the lovely lips left, Yarra headed to the lockers where all the girls seem to be together. Okay, Yarra was really starting to love the place.

She went and laid down her pod, not wanting to sleep as it was still early, so she hoped to have some fun.

"Anyone have drugs or drinks?" She announced. "If you prunes don't have any then let see who has the best power."

In truth, it wasn't to see who had the best powers but to see who Yarra would want to play with their bodies the most.

 

[Dumplingboy]

Lisa and lisa
cloning
yellow
Aravini Deadwood Deer Huntertabbysandshark3

Lisa and lisa watched as everyone ignored her, something she was very use to. She was still very excited and she watched everyone enter in with curiosity. Her smile(s) faded as Branne ran out the pod with a inflamed brush " Wait, guyth your powerth" Her frown the turned to horror as Yarra spoke up " NO! I mean no, we have to be careful you can't juth uthe your powerth like that" Panic started to set in an Lisa reached for lisa's hand. She started to breath heavy a, showing the signs of a panic attack. If they got in trouble it could mean that Lisa could also not have her clone. "I-I can't be alone....pleath make them thop...i can't I can't" She turned her hopes to Margate, tears flooded her eyes as her knees got weak at the thought of not having her clone with her.

Lexi
Shapeshifting
yellow
Aravini

Lexi ignored everyone coming in as he continued to patch his cheek up. He watched as they all walked into the lockers, taking a shower or changing. The sound of a cane hitting the floor pulled his attention from his face yet again. He watched as Victor pulled the wrong uniform and changed. Just ignore tit Lexi, it's none of your business. He could not pull himself to do it, maybe with the others but this guy already couldn't walk. He walked back into the pod area and made his way to pod five. "Hey..." Lexi grumbled his eyes still watery and puffy from the crying he had done earlier. "You are in the wrong uniform...come one" Lexi did not make eye contact but led the boy back into the locker area. "Victor?" He asked reading the name on the top of the locker. “Grey sweatsuit is for down time, which is now. The yellow uniform is for school hours. This orange jumpsuit…” He handed over the grey sweats and pointed up to the top shelf. “That’s for training. Best advice is to wear the slippers during down time, shoes always get ruined during training, that’s why we get two pairs.” He pointed to each item as he mentioned it, then turned to face Victor e to make sure he was paying attention. “I would change, you don’t want to mess up your yellows before your first day. I’m Lexi by the way"

 

[Graystone713]

Felix Tobin
The Gigabooster
Location: Male dormitory
Interactions: Dumplingboy

Felix might not've approved of the girls, but they were something he felt he could deal with. The boy holding himself with a military professionalism? That rang alarm bells. So many 'heroes' held themselves that way, and the ones he'd met obviously saw him as an asset. A weapon. Someone to turn into a sidekick. Felix was his own man, and no pretty boy with a commanding aura could command him. Felix did follow, but his eyes never left the man, watching him like a hawk for the slightest sign of something sinister. It never came. Sure, waking up for breakfast at 5 AM was a bit early, but he could manage.

Felix showered hard, taking more time than perhaps was strictly necessary, but he lived his life in a laboratory. He was used to extreme cleanliness, and he actually liked it. Once he was done and changed into the standard-issue gray sweats, he noticed the one kid who'd been looking in the mirror. Bandages. Puffy red eyes. Tear streaks. They all told a story. Felix knew that story. He didn't know what it would be like to be in his shoes. But he thought he knew the proper response.

"Hey. Do you need someone to walk you to the nurse's office?... Surely they're supposed to be the ones dealing with these injuries... And they'd be next to the counselor's office. If you need someone to talk to."

He said in his usual flat tone. He wasn't good at empathy or comfort or emotions. He knew who was, though. And this kid clearly needed to talk to SOMEONE, or at least get his cheek looked at by a medical professional.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Margate
interaction: Deadwood Deer Dumplingboy Aravini​

Margate was just trying to be friendly with the two... people? Or was It one person? Although it seemed they where not going to respond at least for the moment. The another one of the girls on the dorm brunette by the looks of it started social interactions with love lovely subject of if anyone had gotten contraband through. Specifically drugs or alcohol honestly it irked Margate a good deal since well, her father was a cop and she’d gotten a bad taste for the idea of em already. “You kno-“ margate got cut off quickly by the brunettes next suggestion... yes use there powers after they where specifically SPECIFICALLY TOLD NOT TO. margate had already accidentally caused someone to discharge there powers and she wasn’t going to get expelled for being a will participant. Even worse the girls she was trying to talk to appeared to be freaking out like really bad, bending down to try and get to her similar level as the crying girls but not being able to do so that well trying to give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry everything is going to be alright just breath“ she tried to say comfortingly before marching her way towards the girl that caused the whole problem giving her a death stare although thanks to the monochrome gold of her eyes Margates stare was a little off however her size and appearance more then made up for it in intimidation factor “RIGHT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUR THINKING BUT WE ARE NOT GETTING EXPELLED ON DAY ONE JUST BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO SEE EVERYONES POWERS, FUCK. YOU EVEN MADE SOMEONE ELSE FREAK OUT I HOPE YOUR HAPPY“ She practically roared at her then her anger suddenly shifted back to her previous friendly demeanour. “So we got that no powers K?“ margate finished off with a friendly smile.

 

[thespectacularstorm]

Portia Lovelace
{Sound}
Location:: School Grounds| Interaction:: Dumplingboy Huntertabbysandshark3 & everyone in the girl's dorm(?)​

On their way to the dorms Portia took in everything from how flustered she'd managed to make Marquis to where his dorm would be. She didn't miss a beat noticing the different doors and how they functioned. Everything seemed to be color-coded here, glowing, and obnoxiously white. It was reminiscent of the startup of every single dystopian movie she'd ever seen. This boy, Princeton, definitely easy on the eyes and the way he carried himself with such authority was enticing but he wasn't her type. Sure there was probably more to him than meets the eye but, he didn't seem like he'd let her have too much fun. Once he left them to their own devices Portia was quick to shower. Hopping from plane to plane all day and barely eating more than breakfast and a few snacks was draining. The girl was definitely jet-lagged, had a killer headache, and wanted to shower.

So she moved past the other girls not giving any more time looking at one than the other. Some of them were pretty cute, even the drunk chick who seems like the group troublemaker. She simply pushed past them to where her locker was located so she could change. Nudity was definitely not a concern as she started stripping down and wrapping a towel around herself right there in the hall. It was only girls, not that a boy being there would change anything, and she was confident in herself as a woman. Yesss... go get out of here. Portia smirked watching most of the others skipped a shower and went right to the beds. That meant she got it all to herself. With a rather gleeful skip the blue-haired girl made her way into the showers, they were very nice as to be expected but operated a bit differently. They were strong but she felt very cleansed by the end of it. Too bad about keeping her hair straight because that bad boy curled up instantly. She cleaned her teeth, finger-combed through her hair because using that generic brush wasn't going to happen, and went to change her clothes. Great... my options are piss-yellow star trek goon, boring grey basic bitch, or prison orange jumpsuit. She rolled her eyes disgusted with the appearance of the uniforms, they weren't the most flattering and those boots... the god awful boots. It couldn't be helped as she didn't have much choice in the matter. Princeton said yellow was for class so she slipped on the sweatsuit before making her way to the dorm rooms. What a wonderful time she chose to return though since the jolly giant was screaming at everyone, the drunkard was soliciting them, and the SOME KID was being a crybaby. Great... Portia facepalmed.

"First of all giantess, stop yelling it's late at night," she started as she made her way over to the clearly panicked girl. Her staggered breath and bubbling tears was easy enough to tell she was having a breakdown. "Second, if the rest of you want to be the idiots that get expelled on the first day and make a kid cry then be our guest. You'll just be making yourself as worthless as miss petty queen said from earlier. Yelling solves nothing, arguing solves nothing. Either do something or make yourself useless." Portia was never one to really yell, no yelling was pointless, she always carried more weight in the words she said rather than the tone. "And for the record, yelling in front of someone who's having a breakdown only ever makes it worse." She addressed Margate once more before turning her attention to Lisa. There were two of her meaning she either had a twin or her powers were duplication. If it were the case of the latter, that made things a bit more interesting for dorm life. She bent down a bit waving in front of both girls.

"Hey sweetheart, just take a breath... what's your name? My name's Portia. Let's be friends okay?" Her friendly smile and sweet tone were different from the deadpanned looks she was giving the others outside the little girl's view. "You want to play games with me? No one is going to hurt you or get you in trouble, not while big sis Portia is here. Come little ones let's play a game over where it's nice and quiet," She was quick to distract her from the current situation with something more lighthearted to turn her away from panicking. What she needed was to be away from the source of her panic and currently, that was Yarra. This girl couldn't be older than prepubescence, and kids were easy to distract one way or another. Portia kept her attention focused on her eyes blocking the view of the others so Lisa would calm down. For a person in a panic, it was better for them to find one thing to focus on rather than the problem at hand or a million things at once. Touching them also wasn't the greatest idea but with someone so young a hug or pat was all they need to calm down. One seemed clearly distraught even with Margate trying to calm her down while the other was silent as if her mind drew blanks. "What's your favorite game to play?" Portia kept her questions and statements short and similar so they wouldn't overload the girl. She rubbed both of their heads gently, running her fingers through their hair for just a moment before taking the distressed one's hand to lead her wherever her bunk was. Naturally, as she started walking, the little girl would drag along her clone since they seemed reluctant to separate.