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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OUTSIDE because Toph

[fuckuimametalbender]

[Toph is once again exploring the grounds of the school. It feels like only yesterday she was doing it with Badger. Now, of course, she's doing it with Bender and this time it's to get a better mental map of the area outside the building. The inside's pretty straightforward, but outside? A little less so.

Come say hi!]

Re: OUTSIDE because Toph

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Later in the day, once people are mostly settled in and there's not much helping left to be done, Alric will be out walking the grounds, himself--in part looking for a good tree to lounge in, like he'd do back home. He pauses a moment on spotting someone seemingly wandering aimlessly with a dog... then approaches, and pauses again when he starts to get at least an inkling of what's going on.

Ahem.

"...ah... pardon the interruption, Miss, but were you trying to find something..?"

At least he didn't say 'looking for something,' but he's a bit new to this. He smiles a bit, reflexively, even though he's got a strong suspicion she won't particularly notice. Maybe the dog will, who knows.

[ladyliberty]

[Wavewa-- oh, right.]

Hey Toph! How's it going?

Canteen (Dinner)

[scorchedchivalry]

It was the first day and bullying had already begun.

Arturia had been hoping it would take a few days for this tired, unacceptable and cruel practice would take its first steps. Maybe she'd been too hopeful, wanting more time to being around her fellow students with her own issues before that outdated code she lived by forced her to take action. But no... there were already cliques forming with the younger students and the ousting of lone students from favored tables and the knocking over of trays.

Arturia had already given up her first meal to a sixth grader that had theirs taken away instead of letting her make the walk of shame back to get another. It was when she was heading across the room with her second tray that she caught sight of a gaggle of high schoolers approach a table that had two students sitting at it. There clearly weren't enough seats for that group to join the pair. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going to happen; anyone paying attention would see.

She veered her path in that direction and arrived just in time to put her tray down on the table and turn to the group's ringleader, making the pair that was scurrying to gather their things stop. After a brief verbal confrontation in which she did not raise her voice or rise to the bait, the group moved on.

Without comment to the two boys she'd intervened on behalf, she sat down at the other end of the table and began to work on her extremely large meal. After the pair stared at her for a moment, they focused back on their conversation and left her alone. As she ate, her eyes drifted over the room and she sighed.

[kickstart_my_heart]

"I had a feeling, you know." Soon enough, another person joined the table. Someone at least relatively familiar.

"You aren't just talk. You're the real deal. A true knight! It's so cool!" Bridget was already all bubbles and butterflies, bouncing in his seat. Whether Arturia liked it or not, this boy had really latched himself onto her. "At this point, I'd want to be your squire more than your princess. Can you imagine someone like me doing that? Staring down those monkey arses and bein' all like 'yeah what are you gonna do about it?' all cool like that, right?"

[batteredbatter]

And her idle gaze will probably see a pink-haired boy staring at her in open admiration as he holds is tray - he's just the right height even with her sitting down. He even perks up when their eyes meet and he trots on over, holding his tray.

"That was... really cool!" he exclaims enthusiastically, clearly having witnessed her dispensing of justice, if that wasn't obvious already. "Is it okay if I sit with you?"

[brought2ubycolgate]

"Hmmm, are you sure that was the appropriate action to take?"

Someone had been watching the whole time. Kids did need supervision but he always drew a line as to where to intervene. Different lifestyles, different ways of handing things. But he stopped behind Arturia just to give that comment.

Kitchen Area | OTA

[knowitallgoddess]

[Smell that lovely smell? You know, the one of fresh baked cookies. Seeing as it's the first day, Palutena kind of wants to go overboard and not much is going to stop her.

And because she wants people to know, she's got the door propped open while the cookies bake. Anyone who comes near won't be able to miss that lovely smell.]

Soon, the perfect way to meet new people will be complete. No one will stop my master plans!

[Yes, she hams it up, just for any audience paying attention.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[The scent drew Palutena's first victim. Arturia walked up next to the other girl and plucked a still-warm cookie off the tray.]

Are you attempting to draw us all to the Dark Side with these?

Re: Kitchen Area | OTA

[diabhal_beag]

... What's with that word choice?

[A certain redheaded librarian had walked into the kitchen to fill a water bottle... Right before Palutena's line.]

Re: Kitchen Area | OTA

[realmenknitplushies]

Master plans? Is this some sort of... cookie conspiracy?

[What has he gotten himself into? Kanji thinks. He just came to see where the smell was coming from...]

[drawitagain]

[Hungry hungryyyyyy. Haruka lurches into the kitchen area like he's been stuck in the desert for a week. He's definitely ready to be stuck in the dessert for a week instead. The smell of fresh cookies had him heading towards the kitchen the moment it reached his nose. His face lights up upon reaching said cookies. He's found his desert oasis. Delicious cookies. Haruka does everything in his power to keep his mouth from watering, and instead tries to get Palutena's attention.]

Ah, Miss...

Those cookies...

[aile_noire]

[No fool what are you doing]

[sweets]

Oh, is that right? I know a certain bottomless pit of a superhero that would put an end to such villainy.

[Her sweettooth easily overpowers any sense of caution a reasonable person might use in a school of weirdos like this. The moment those come out of the oven...]

Not me, of course. Plot on.

[monkeythief]

[The scent of the cookies really is alluring, enough so that it gets Sun into the kitchen. He stares at the cookies momentarily, then he looks over to the fruit bowl that is in the kitchen too.

Decisions decisions..he starts towards the fruit bowl.]

Music Room | OTA

[presto_turn]

[By mid-afternoon, around when most everyone's finished setting up their dorm rooms, Shindou's fled out and away from the boys' hall.

It's almost too much to take in, just being back -- and outright overwhelming, seeing what had felt like a few months, just a short summer after his release from stasis, turn into the full five years that had truly passed. For every friend's face that he already knows won't be found, there's another missing unexpectedly and a third flitting by, possibly familiar but older, too quick to be confirmed. After weeks of thinking of nothing else but returning, that leaves him sitting in the middle of the place, with a pit in his gut like he's still missing it.

And, just like that, he doesn't feel sociable enough to keep handling introductions. So, he cuts away from the dorms and towards the facilities proper. It's a stroke of luck that there's still a room set up for music practice where he remembers one on the floor-plan. There's even still a piano, albeit a unfamiliar one, set up in the corner he's used to.

He props the door open, just in case any of the staff worry about someone moving around the school proper on an off-day, but after that he settles down at the keyboard and promptly blocks out the rest of the world. Unfolding a booklet of sheet music, he lifts the covers off of the keys and plays.

It's a piece that's not quite to his usual tastes, but it's perfect for how disjointed the world feels right now.]

[soccerwhisperer]

[Having spent more time trying to arrange his new room settings than he anticipated, Tenma tried to find Shindou. He had no luck in the dorms, or anywhere there were people.

So he wandered a bit, trying to find him. Library? No. Classrooms? No. Library? He already checked there. It wasn't until he heard piano music by the music rooms that he felt stupid for not checking there first. Of course.

So Tenma pokes his head in the room, and waits for Shindou to finish]

I thought you'd be here.

OTA

[eternalprincess]

After Kaguya's settled in, she'd decided to go have a look around the Institute and familiarize herself with it all. So basically, she's likely to be encountered in any area she happens to have access to at this point.

Who knows who she might run into doing this? Fellow students, members of the faculty, fellow regenerating mutants, maybe even the Professor himself if he's around.

[stardustreverie]

Might want to watch out because there are some stars floating above then falling!

They won't hurt, as they flash before hitting the ground or Kaguya but still startling.

There is some snickering near by though...culprit is not far away.

[knowitallgoddess]

Standing in the hallways was one student, offering a plate of cookies to everyone who walked by. One only, please. It's kind of tough to share if everyone is taking multiple cookies!

"Have a cookie, made by me! There's nothing wrong with it, I promise."

By the Lake | OTA

[gloriousandfree]

Her things are already settled over in the faculty rooms and really, it's been too long since her last visit. Things still look the same but she hasn't had a chance to really explore the woods and lake again since she was a student.

It's time to rectify this. She skips some stones across the lake, wanders in and out of the tree line and ends up staring up a huge tree, hands on her hips.

"Hmn." Her arm shimmers, appears to become a pine branch for a moment, then snaps back, "No that's not going to work."

Outside because WHY NOT

[stardustreverie]

[Well here's a sight. To those who knew the blonde before now, Her sitting and watching people come and go is strange. She's playing with a little star of light, tossing it in her hand. Seems peaceful.

Although from time to time she tosses it into the crowd and snickers, dismissing the star before anything happens. Confront her?]

Home ec room | OTA

[realmenknitplushies]

[Kanji is totally not looking in here out of any desire to actually go in and see what's around. Really. He's not. He ... just wants to get the lay of what's where around the school!

(...Sure.)

But in any case, there's a punk-looking boy wandering around near the sewing machines, trying to think of excuses in case he gets caught in here...]

Hijikata's office, CLOSED

[koukai_kirai]

It's the same office he's had for years and years, a room near his usual classroom with a window overlooking the gardens, small, but somehow larger-seeming for its minimal furniture. There's a desk where he sets up his laptop when he works here, presently devoid of its usual array of paperwork and dismally red-covered term papers. A couple of bookcases, full of books on history and current events, and binders of his own independently collected research. (The poetry, for the most part, is kept in his own room.)

He hardly spares a glance to the calligraphy adorning the wall when he goes in, crossing immediately to the windowsill to take care of what he came here for -- the collection of potted plants and a single bonsai tree that need to be watered.

It's by chance, when he's finished, that his gaze falls on the album. He pauses, setting the watering can on the desk, and stands there just looking at the spine of it on the bookshelf, wondering if he's going to put himself through this today. First days are always hard, not because of the new faces, but because of the old ones that aren't there anymore.

He recalls without so much as reaching for the album what he looked like when they first came to the school all those years ago -- the way he clung to him in a strange and foreign land at first, then the wonder in those bright eyes when he finally came to trust the place, when he began to open up and be as warm and playful as always been too afraid of himself to be before. When he sits down in the chair at his desk, some nights, he still half expects his door to slip open at any moment, still expects when he drifts off with his red pen in hand that he'll been woken up with a really, Hijikata-san, still working at this hour?, with teasing and smiles and warm tea already set down on his desk.

...He really shouldn't look today. It will only make things worse. Instead, he opens the window for ventilation, and reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes and custom engraved silver lighter, and tries not to remember which birthday Souji bought the lighter for.

counselor's offices | open

[shiningscales]

[Unless discussing something with a student, Caelius leaves the door of his office open. When not otherwise occupied, he remains seated at his desk, usually with a simple notebook open in front of him. The start of the school year has left him a bit on edge, both with positive and negative sorts of anticipation, so he has been having trouble focusing on things like reading when it comes to passing time.

...The notebook was meant to be for keeping notes, but presently, it's devoted more to doodles and math equations and sketching out the dimensions of hypothetical furniture.

In any case, with his scattered concentration, he's quick to notice whenever someone appears in his doorway, glancing up and blinking.]

Oh. Come on in.