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Sandlot begins by unleashing a volley of energy balls, aimed at Sam! OOC: Attack with energy blast, rapid shot, +3 damage (kinetic/stun also), +10 to hit. Ready for deflection +8 (+10 vs. energy), reflect at Sam.

Despite Sam's silence, Ricky was not unready for the blast.... OOC: I guess that it's time for initiatives and the like.

While the others debate the merits of this new evaluation method, Ricky is busy taking practice swings with his bat, although he doesn't look like it's really intended for Sam. In fact, anyone paying attention (i.e., not anyone in the room at the moment) would hear him self-narrating his own...

Ricky listens to Everyman's instructions and dumbly nods in the affirmative. "Okay...just one question. Can't I get a bat or something so I can show you my full potential?"

Ricky picks up the pace of his eating and finishes the rest of his meal by basically inhaling his food. As he chugs his fourth container of milk, he grabs the tray and throws it in the trash. Leaving the lunch room, he crushes his milk container and throws it across the room to have fly...

"Oh." It was a disappointed one at that. "I was thinking of asking Alli.... What the heck, it'll be good for me, right?"

Ricky laughs at Sam's comment. Sure is strange statement from someone who was so uncomfortable about the topic yesterday, although it was a bit extreme. "Man, that sounds like why too much chemistry and stuff like that for me. Say, Sam, I might need the help. So, can I be your lab par...."...

Ricky's eyes follow the backside of Allison for a while as she walks off with the SHIELD agent. Upon Ghost's dissolution, he turns back to join the others in their conversation. "I don't know, but I was sort of hoping for a break...after yesterday. You guys know for sure what kind of classes...

Ricky just raises an eyebrow at Sebastian's rude interruption. "That's nice. Whatever." He then turns back to Sam."Now, what were you saying, Sam?"

Ricky shifts himself and his tray a bit, pats the bench and offers it to Trina, "Please, feel free to park here. Sam was just explaining all of that to us." He shifts his eyes back to Sam and asks, "How do you know you haven't aged? You mean that you haven't grown any, right? Or is it your...

A confused expression appears on Ricky's face at Sam's self-assessment."Abio...what? Do that mean you're dying or something? Seems a real pity at only sixteen years of age. Not to mention a waste of your linguistic talents."

Ricky breathes a sigh of relief that he wasn't the only one struggling with the issues from yesterday. Allison had seemed a bit dismissive. Trina had seemed a bit extreme. Sebastian had seemed a bit too comfortable. And Samnell had seemed a bit...a bit...a bit.... He lets these thoughts...

Ricky accepts Allison's invitation and sits across from her. After setting down the tray and himself, he claps his hands together and rubs them in anticipation. "Looks delicious, doesn't it?" He focuses and begins to take a few big bites, only to slow to a near halt in his pace of eating...

Throughout the night, twisted versions of the day's events bombard Ricky's mind. He tosses and turns ceaselessly and is awaken by an especially terrifying version of the nightmare in the morning. He lets the sweat from his body dry a bit before getting up and showers again. Still, he can't...

OOC: If you wanted that to stick out, you had better cite some rules and make it more plain that this was an attack against everyone. As is, since no one else reacted to it in that way, I'm going to simply ignore it as well. Sorry about that. It's better for you this way, as Ricky would have...

Ricky chimes up in agreement. "Good point! Now, those guys I could use for batting practice." He goes back to his casual self to demonstrate a few mock swings, complete with the proper footwork.

"Weaker than ourselves? Who's weaker than us? We ain't got no special powers now! You don't make any sense, but if you want to give up everything you have; go right ahead. As for me, I came here to help people, not be someone's sadistic boy-toy." He ignores Sebastian's antics and focuses...

Ricky looks from Sam to Poltergeist to Trina to Allison, back to Sam to Poltergeist to Trina to Allison, back to Sam to Trina to Allison, back to Sam to Trina, back to Sam to Allison, then to Trina to Allison to Trina to Allison. For a second, you thought you saw a fleeting physical sign of...

"I'm looking for the sufferer's opinion. Well, Sam? Is this what you want? Is it worth to you?"

Ricky returns Trina's shouting in kind. "Mr. Baseball? Mr. Baseball? What's wrong with it? At least my priorities aren't screwed up like yours. What's the secret number worth to you? You don't even know what it means. It's fine, if you enjoy this S&M bit, but you should ask the others...