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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[icy_heavens]

[He hears the noise outside, grits his teeth against the sounds of dragging. That noise had better not go on too long. Of course, the sounds not going on too long would make it more likely that this is his yet-to-be arrived roommate, so maybe he could put up with more noise in that case.

[That gets dashed when the door crashes open and the tall blond kid appears in the doorway with way too much baggage. Oh, great. This should be fun.

[Still, as far as Toushirou's frowns go, this is a relatively mild one.] Sure you brought enough?

[growingshield]

[And whoops there's his reminder that he's going to have a roommate - doesn't look like he interrupted anything worth calling out, aaand sarcasm is joking. He'll err on the side of assuming that everything's good; he's still off to an okay start! Muffled hearty snicker, doesn't give him any instnt pause coming in.

But he does transition to a stop actually sizing up the other kid. How old is he, like - twelve? Thirteen? Maybe someone's kid brother...?]

-- Well. [Kicks himself back into gear; plops half the bags onto his bed-to-be and shrugs. All but theatrically; huzzah, his arm is free again!] No one's gonna use my stuff at home, right?

[A heh - and he cranes his pitch up steeply. It's meant to sound friendly but probably comes off as inclined toward doubt as it is.]

'Scuse me, you wouldn't happen to be rooming here, would you?

I'm asking because - [No one asked him him why he's asking.] ...You know, you... look --

[He gestures with an arm, sort of repeating the "you know" - he wasn't expecting to be rooming with a middle schooler. Or someone who's got to be old enough to be one at a regular school - it scribbles out some easy starting sense of commonality.]

[icy_heavens]

There's also limited space here. [A perfectly valid argument. How are you going to use all that stuff if you've got no place to put it?

[Yeah, he's . . . just going to frown more at the snickering and the theatrics. This is already getting on his nerves a bit. Does this guy have to exaggerate everything?

[And then the frowning gets worse still. Goddamn it, is this idiot assuming he's too young for the school? He's technically older than this kid, for crying out loud. Which, okay, he can be forgiven for not knowing because physically he's the same as he'd been five years ago, but that doesn't excuse the rest.]

Why the hell else would I be in here? [And reading a textbook, honestly. Who but a student would be doing that?] And I'm in the ninth grade, okay?

[Yes, the school does extend down into middle grades, but he is above that, thank you very much.]

[growingshield]

Hey - I dunno, you could be a visitor, or something! [Hastens to make his case!] But seeing that there's no one else here, and clearly you aren't anyway - [...Rats that was where he was going with the first one, give it up.] - clearly you aren't anyway!

All right? My mistake. [He holds up a hand - simultaneously, hello, then, roomie, and let's just wave that off, mmkay? He's got the look of someone who's been told to put his hands up and the tone of someone impatience to get out of the sun.

He shuffled off the rest of his bags onto the end of the bed wherever they'll fit and - drat, that doesn't give him any room to sit! Ughhh, he is not looking forward to unpacking; he didn't even fold most of those clothes...

Hauls them onto the ground for now, and sits down. On the edge of the bed, skimming his eyes up and around the other kid. Stalling.

And then going for it.]

So.

...Guess you and I are roommates!

[Who's apparently freshman-age to his sixteen and surly. Or maybe he's not always like this, but yesss, the year's surely getting off to a comfortable start.]

[icy_heavens]

[Oh, the most comfortable. Hopefully you don't mind a pair of very sharp, unamused green eyes watching you while you fail at explaining yourself and also failing at finding room for both your bags and yourself. Yep, all the silent, unamused watching, here. That's totally not unsettling.]

Looks that way. [He's trying to be civil here. Is it working?]

[growingshield]

[Normally, he'd err on the side of telling himself yes. He's - keeping up eye contact under very slightly twitched-up brows as if he's asking clarification on that.

But, no, that's unsettling, indeed . And... he's going to keep going nonetheless.]

Well... [Slumps forward a bit, puts one hand over the other.] Name's Jaune Arc!

Jaune. Means yellow. [Scritch at the side of his head, ruffles his hair. Name also picked because it sounds like Joan of Arc. Just under ten years ago he figured it'd be better not to broadcast being named after a girl.]

So-o-o, what's yours?

[icy_heavens]

[That's actually better than most people do when he winds up looking at them that way. Usually, they don't like looking the "creepy kid" in the eye.]

So you were named after Joan of Arc and you just spell it differently. [Yep, he caught that. Isn't he nice for pointing that out?

[Sigh. Nothing behind the sigh, really. It's just kind of there.] Toushirou Hitsugaya.