Metahuman College-Issue one: College bound [IC]

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5, Unhurt

Marcus had a good time joking around with Robbie. At one point in the afternoon, he thought he saw Jonn, but wasn't really certain why he would be heading into the girls locker room. Instead, Marcus shook it off . . . clearly he was mistaken.

Exhausted from the flight and with the excitement wearing off, Marcus begged off from Robbie, planning on meeting back up in the morning. He was still humming a tune he got off of Robbie as he entered his room. Marcus say the boxes and suitcase still beside the bed where he dumped them when he arrived.

"Let's get it started now . . ." Marcus was singing under his breath when he noticed he had a roommate.

The guy stood about 6 feet tall, with spiky dark hair and grey eyes; he was dressed in dark clothing.

Marcus gave him the typical male head nod and said, "Whatsup?" He paused for a moment or two, then added, "I'm Marcus Stevens - I'm guessing we're roommates, huh?"

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

"Let's get it started now . . ." Marcus was singing under his breath when he noticed he had a roommate.

Marcus gave him the typical male head nod and said, "Whatsup?" He paused for a moment or two, then added, "I'm Marcus Stevens - I'm guessing we're roommates, huh?"

The other guy glanced at Marcus again, looking...if not unfriendly, then certainly uninterested. "James." 'What the hell am I supposed to say? Maybe "Hey, I'm James Dunbar. I'm really well designed to kill people because I was the subject of twisted experiments by one of my relatives for most of my formative years. What do you do?" Yeah, right. I mean...I don't know how to act around sane, normal people anymore. It's been so long since I've really met any.' To Marcus, the other appeared to stare at him for a moment...and then went back to the introduction pack he'd been reading when Marcus came in. Real friendly.

 

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5, Unhurt

"James."

"English, I see," Marcus said in a vain attempt to continue the conversation. "I suppose that's cool, least we can understand each other. I noticed a lot of different languages being spoken today. Since I barely know English, and a bit of Russian, I was worried."

Marcus turned his back on the guy sitting on the bed and started getting his personal items out of the boxes he had shipped. Still in a great mood from hanging out with Robbie all afternoon, he hummed and worked, occasionally glancing over to the guy to see if anything was up.

Marcus was muscular, yet not overtly so. He dressed well for a nineteen year old, wearing Abercrombie sweatshirt jeans and hiking boots. He put away clothes in his dresser and closet, stowed some 200 lbs dumbbells under his bed, and a momento or two on top of his dresser. He hung a white lab coat on his closet hook with care, though he didn't seen the brainy type.

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

"English, I see," Marcus said in a vain attempt to continue the conversation. "I suppose that's cool, least we can understand each other. I noticed a lot of different languages being spoken today. Since I barely know English, and a bit of Russian, I was worried."

James ignored Marcus's further conversational gambit, merely acting as if the other was barely there..though he did seem almost imperceptibly more tense than he had before Marcus arrived. James was dressed in dark trousers, a black long-sleeved shirt and combat boots. Apart from the trenchcoat slung over his chair, a few sets of clothes in his closet and drawers, the alarm clock on his table and the (now empty) duffel bag at the foot of his bed, he didn't seem to have anything; no mementos, no posters, no personal items of any kind.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Hoshiko

“What?” The girl pauses, before looking around at all of her belongings. “Oh! No, it is just me. I wanted to pack more, but we ran out of luggage to pack it in, and there simply was not time to go buy more suitcases! I hope this is enough, I did not see any malls on the trip over and I would simply die if I didn’t have anything to wear!” She paused then to take a breath, before remembering her manners. “My name is Alexandra, but you can call me Alex.” She crossed the room, to give Hoshiko a hug. “I know we are going to be best of friends!”



Jonn
Jonn wandered for what felt like hours, and it quickly became clear that this place was a lot bigger than it looked! Unfortunately, there were not any signs posted to point him in the right direction. He wandered up a few flights of stairs, past a few closed offices, down a flight of stairs, into a huge library. The double doors that lead out of the hallway were locked, but Jonn found a small door that was not. It let him into a hallway, where he noticed a few signs posted on the doors. ‘Medical Lab A’. ‘Medical Lab B’, and an office belonging to a Dr. Garcia. Continuing down the hallways, through a set of double doors, Jonn found classrooms 1 through 35. He went down a flight of stairs, and found the gym, as well as a few more flights of stairs that descended even deeper into the ground. Then, it was up a flight of stairs where he found the cafeteria. After a bit more wandering, he found his way back to the foyer, and out the main doors, where he could see the two dorms in the distance.

Once he got to his room, he found that his roommate had finally arrived. He was a short guy, with messy brown hair and deathly pale skin. There was something unusual about his face, as if his eyes were much bigger than they were supposed to be. He introduced himself simply as “Bob”, and went on to ask Jonn numerous questions about his “home sector”.


All
For James and Marcus, it was a relatively quiet night. Rinea and Cloud enjoyed polite conversation throughout the evening. Alex talked cheerfully enough, despite Hoshiko’s difficulty with English. She was quite content to carry on both sides of the conversation. Jonn’s roommate seemed like a decent guy, despite his oddities. Needless to say, some were more successful in getting to know their roommates than others. Within a few hours, though, weariness from a day of travel became apparent. Despite the new surroundings, sleep came easily enough.

Morning seemed to come too soon, though. It began with a brilliant sunrise as the sun climbed over the tops of the trees. The yellows, reds and purples of the sunrise soon faded to a tranquil blue, promising the day to be sunny and fair.

Among their packets was an itinerary for the open house. The schedule for the day read:

0900: Breakfast with the Dean, Cafeteria
1200: Family groups, Library
1300: Lunch
1400: Campus tours

 

[Nuke261]

Jonn Birkey (Rumble)

Jonn made some initial conversation with Bob. Told him a little about himself and listened to his stories. Both agreed to turn in early and found that sleep was not a problem after the long day. Jonn woke and showered and dressed quickly. He did not want to miss breakfast. He checked to see if Bob wanted to go with him and then made his way downstairs. He hoped he was not overdressed in Dockers and a button-down dress shirt. The itinerary did say breakfast with the dean. Luckily, at this point he had no trouble finding the cafeteria.

I wonder how Marcus and Robbie are doing. Hope I run into them at breakfast since I missed any excitement last night.

 

[Rybaer]

Rinea enthusiastically stands and shakes hands rather formally. “Roomies?” She looks confused for a second, until comprehension flashes across her face. “Yes… roomies. I am so pleased to meet you Cloud. Come in and make yourself at home. Perhaps we should get to know each other, so we can identify our vast incompatibilities. That is how these things work, isn’t it?”

Rinea will find Cloud to be friendly and polite, eager to make a good first impression. She'll happily chat about almost anything, from serious subjects to teenage fluff.

It's also clear that Cloud is a morning person. She rises early, showers, and spends a brief bit of time in quiet meditation. While meditation, she quietly chants rythmic phrases just under her breath in a language Rinea would not recognize. After that, she'll flip through the packet of information until Rinea is ready for breakfast.

"Wanna walk to breakfast together, Rinea?" she asks.

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 5/5

All
For James and Marcus, it was a relatively quiet night.

Morning seemed to come too soon, though. It began with a brilliant sunrise as the sun climbed over the tops of the trees. The yellows, reds and purples of the sunrise soon faded to a tranquil blue, promising the day to be sunny and fair.

Among their packets was an itinerary for the open house. The schedule for the day read:

0900: Breakfast with the Dean, Cafeteria
1200: Family groups, Library
1300: Lunch
1400: Campus tours

'He was on a table, one he recognised well. The skin on his arms was peeled back from wrist to elbows, and strange devices whirred, injecting something directly into his muscles. Utterly immobilised by the strange blue light being emitted from the ceiling, James could only moan weakly at the excrutiating pain. The face of his uncle came into view, holding a contraption which seemed to be all blades and edges as he started it up and moved it towards the supine boy's chest...'

"Huuuunh!" James bolted upright in his bed with a sharp inhalation of breath, just barely stifling a cry. For a moment, he didn't know where he was - and then, memory returned. He glanced at his alarm clock; 4.30 am. James looked over at Marcus to check he hadn't awakened him, but the other boy's breathing seemed regular. Taking a shuddering breath and drenched in sweat, James lay back down, staring at the ceiling. He knew he wouldn't get back to sleep after that. 'Well, that bodes well for my time here..'

When Marcus awoke, James was already fully dressed and sitting cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed. He looked pale and a little drawn. His lips moved silently; he seemed to be reciting...something.
'Scenario #031. Three assailants, hand to hand weapons. If they appear uncoordinated, subject should approach and attack, utilising their lack of teamwork against them. If they appear to have trained in combat together, subject should retreat to a location where they cannot surround the subject and attempt to isolate a single target at a time. Scenario #031(b)..'
He continues to do this until the breakfast and then turns up slightly early, making no effort to encourage or discourage Marcus from joining him.

 

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5, Unhurt

Marcus briefly remembered his head hitting his pillow . . . then nothing. In the morning, his eyes opened first and he didn't move otherwise. Marcus's mind was quickly adjusting to the fact that this wasn't his bedroom and this wasn't his bed. As his mind came to grips with where he was, Marcus blinked a couple of times, then sat up. He checked his clock first, seeing that it was 7:30, though it felt like it was one in the morning and he should still be asleep . . . or just getting home. Marcus looked over and saw his roommate sitting on his bed.

'Well, at least his lips are moving - guess he might be capable of speech,' Marcus thought. Smiling, he added a "Good morning" to James, as he lay down on the floor and began doing some push-ups and sit-ups.

"I've got this morning routine . . . ." Marcus started to explain as he worked, then figured it was probably useless. He rolled the dumbbells from under his bed and did a few dozen butterfly curls, shrugs, and presses before rolling the m back under his bed. After working up a good sweat and limbering his body, Marcus grabbed his shower pack, robe and towel and heading to the floor's showers.

At 0830 he was dressed and near the cafeteria, looking for Robbie or Jonn to hang out with. 'Hope they don't have assigned seating at this place' Marcus thought.

 

[Amulet]

Rinea was happy to sit and chat for hours. On occasion, she totally misunderstood a point or reference Cloud would make, but did not seem to mind being corrected. After quite a while, Cloud noticed that Rinea never seemed to introduce any new topics of conversation, but happily made a switch when Cloud did.

In the morning, Cloud was slightly disconcerted when she awoke to see Rinea sitting on the bed, dressed and watching her. Rinea immediately began speaking, making very little sense, until Cloud realized that the odd girl had picked up the conversation from the previous evening right where they had left it when Cloud suggested getting some rest. Eventually Rinea allows Cloud some quiet to meditate, but only after asking several annoying and confusing questions about spirits in response to the chanting.

Time passes, and Rinea happily responds, “Sure let us go to breakfast. Do you have any ideas on how we might thwart Lucky?”