Opening Day [OPEN]

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WHO: EVERYONE
WHAT: Mingle/Figure out Room Assignments/Meet old friends again
WHERE: The whole campus.
WHEN: September 1st, 2018
WARNING(S): None. If anything goes into warning territory, please create a new log for it.




For all of the newcomers, welcome to Professor Xavier’s Institute of Higher Learning! For all of our returning students and staff, welcome back! Once Professor Xavier’s welcome speech wraps up, it’s time for everyone to get themselves situated in their dorms and, more importantly, get to know your fellow mutants! Even if you’re not sharing rooms, you’ll still be sharing the same campus with each other, so don’t be afraid to get used to all of those new faces! Or even catch up on old ones! You have options; don’t be afraid to use them.

[[ ooc: This is the general mingling post for all of our characters to get settled into their rooms, get to know each other, reminisce with old friends, all that jazz. The log will be split into multiple locations. ]]

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[frigokinetic]

From somewhere behind the bushes or something, Elsa witnesses Feliks' arrival, and she is so jealous.

Not because of his parents or his car or anything like that, no. Elsa is jealous of his confidence. She arrived earlier that morning (the plane got in at 3 AM), and she has yet to even enter the place; she's just sitting there with a large suitcase full of frankly atrocious clothes, watching other students do the thing easily. As if that isn't enough, the... person in front of her changes their clothes in a flash, and the sheer amount of colour actually makes her cover her mouth in alarm. Who wears that in public?!

A few seconds later, she decides that following this person inside would be the best course of action; if everyone was distracted by them, she could just slide in unnoticed. Yes. The perfect plan. Elsa takes a moment to compose herself, succeeds to some degree, and then walks out from the bushes. With twigs and leaves stuck in her braid.

[niepokonany]

Who wears that in public? Feliks. This is relatively tame for him, in that it actually does cover his legs.

He doesn't seem to notice Elsa following him at all, as he wanders towards the front doors, grinning slightly at all the familiar sights.

[frigokinetic]

Thanks, Feliks. She appreciates that. Trying to lead her gently into the modern American teenage subculture.

She continues to follow him quietly, until he gets to... the doors... no. Nope. She's not ready to do this yet. She has to stop him from going in.

"E-excuse me?"

[niepokonany]

He turns on his heel at the sound of her voice, a few steps outside of the big front door, backpack still slung lazily over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" There's perhaps a faint hint of an accent even just in that word, but it's more Val than European, at this point. On realizing that he doesn't know the girl, he blinks a little. "What's up?"

[frigokinetic]

"Are you..." Are you aware that you're dressed like some kind of mutated peacock?

She takes a moment to pause.

"I'm sorry, but I was under the impression that what you're wearing is not appropriate school attire." Accent high-five. She's clearly not from around here, so she doesn't know the Institute's exciting history of men in skirts.

[niepokonany]

Uh-oh.

You just asked for it, Elsa. Feliks pulls an unimpressed sort of face for a moment, his thought process incredibly transparent -- is she telling me what to do? Hell with that.

And then he smiles again, sweet as anything. "Oh, it's not? Wow, my bad. Let me fix that."

He snaps his fingers, for effect rather than from actually needing to at all, and all of a sudden he's wearing a crop-top under the open waistcoat, and a little pleather miniskirt that's only barely there at all. It's still blindingly teal.

"There we go!"

[frigokinetic]

...

Elsa clenches her teeth tighter, pointedly trying to not look at Feliks' incredibly short skirt. It is difficult, but she maintains eye contact -- even while shaking and blushing horribly.

"You Americans are completely mad," she hisses, ignoring the fact that he clearly has an accent. He's in America. And besides, shouldn't there be campus police or something rolling up right now? Does no one see a problem with the fact that there is clearly a teenage boy standing in public with a miniskirt????

[niepokonany]

Under other circumstances, Feliks would empathize with her -- she's shaking and uncomfortable, obviously new, and god, has he ever been there.

But Feliks isn't a person with what one would call an inherent respect for authority. Open defiance towards any authority that tries to hold him back from expressing himself freely is really much closer to the truth, and now that it's been unleashed, his temper is flaring up a little. He's smiling and cheerful, but there's a sharp edge to it.

"Mad fierce, you mean. And I'm Polish."

Now, how much more scandalous can he make his clothes if she keeps complaining, he wonders...

[frigokinetic]

"You are in the country of America, and have clearly adopted the attitude of an American."

Elsa attempts to pull herself together. Facing conflict was never her... strong suit, really, but she tries her best to bring herself back under control. Just look at his eyes, she tells herself. Just look at nothing but his eyes. It actually seems to work, to a degree; at the very least she's not shaking anymore.

"Well," she continues, feeling her queen voice get stronger as she goes, "clearly there is no rule against it in this school. You may carry on. But I hope you realize that no one will be taking you seriously in that... outfit." It takes all of her self-control not to say costume.

[niepokonany]

Wow, you know what the outfit really needs? Some thigh-high stockings. And heels that would make a stripper blush!

...Which is to say that the Queen Voice only seems to provoke him, as does the implication that he needs her say-so to carry on, and the threat towards his credibility. Still, he laughs.

"I may? Way nice of you, since I was kinda gonna anyway. But listen. Anyone who thinks what I wear means they don't have to listen to what I say? I totally don't care what they think.

"Oh, you're like, not taking any Political Science classes, are you?"

[frigokinetic]

God, why did she get into this conversation? Elsa is regretting it more and more with every passing second. She should have just kept walking into the school like a normal person and let this boy go about his merry way -- at least then he would have been wearing pants.

"I am," she says. "Why?"

[niepokonany]

"'Cause not taking me seriously then might be kinda a pain."

[frigokinetic]

"Are you the teacher of that class?"

Oh god, please, no...

[niepokonany]

Okay, now this is just funny enough that he's not even mad anymore.

"Not until next year! I'm the TA for now, though."

[frigokinetic]

"Well, criticism of one's fashion choices is not appropriate in a setting where we are supposed to be talking about learning." She would have thought this was obvious. "That said, I don't plan to bring this up again." Because why would she? She's said her piece, the TA put on a miniskirt, and she put him on her list of people who are Generally Unpleasant to Talk To.