News state that the vonDoom astronauts are fine but have not awakened and are in an undisclosed location. Meanwhile, the vonDoom stock has gone down like a $2 hooker.
Tuesday passes with me getting my Audi A8 incentive from my parents. WOOT! And of course, Kimyee gives me a hard time about getting a top of the line car for my first car. Just because my parents are billionaires is not an excuse for such spoilage. Maybe not, but why would I reject such an incredibly generous gift from my mother?
Wednesday, February 23
As we walk, suddenly our nostrils are invaded by the scent of diesel-soaked French fries. Our new PC friend makes his entrance in grand style. He steps out in bundled goth glory, looking like a lost Californian in a Pennsylvania winter. Oh, right.
We go to class. The twilight zone continues as Cynthia not only says hello, but then suggests we partner for the debate. She wants to gang up on the new kid, but he decides to observe at the professor’s invitation. Today’s debate is on space exploration and whether or not we should continue. Which side? Seriously? I’m designing a bloody Mars rover. What side do you think? (The admiration is disturbing, btw) Is insincere fawning a class in this school? Today is research (yellow FEAT); next class is debate. Which side will our new goth friend choose?
DAMN THE MAN! I cannot help but wonder if he thinks I’m one of the popular set, because he would have been REALLY surprised at the spring ball.
So we continue the day. Calculus is a breath of fresh air. Cynthia-free fresh air.
I drop the capsule at Cynthia’s chair.
I work on the improved manufacturing process for the molecular machines. Ellie and Adrian look it over and agree that it should work fine. I’ll be trying it out tonight at Phoenix.
Peter is from California and used to be in an indie band. They did covers and some original stuff, but it apparently did not work out. He plays bass. Three chords? And so we see the extent of Ellie’s diplomacy efforts. Kimyee observes that today is a hyper day.
Francine – one of the chefs who makes the coffee.
I set off the capsule. Cynthia throws a total fit. She screams and completely freaks out, yelling about having her father sue the company. Then she storms out.
In an interesting twist, Peter seems unwholesomely interested in what happened. He looks around the area, apparently locating some slight evidence of something. He goes out to smoke. And to freeze his arse off. It’s like 10 degrees outside. Eek.
We continue the day. The rest passes uneventfully and Cynthia-free. Sweet. Peter is once-again greeted in class, to his eternal joy, but since this is the last class of the day, hopefully the torment will end soon.
I get an idea for using the organic circuitry I developed for a transparent reactive surface so the professor does not have to use markers on the windows. (Green FEAT)
Peter observes that the professor has a small occult pin on his lapel. He just does not know what it is. (sometimes green FEATs suck)
We head to the Sanctum per the professor’s request, and apparently into a discussion about my new device. Ooh. This does not sound good. 20 min in the Sanctum.
Meanwhile at the Dorm of Justice…
Peter goes to check into his dorm room. Nothing goes wrong, and no celebrations of the welcome committee as of yet. That will be once they find out who he is. Then the sucking up will begin.
Visitation until 8 pm. 11 pm curfew.
It’ll be fun once we learn what a smart-arse Peter is. He brings up his stuff – amps, guitars, etc. – and 2 drums of vegetable oil (Bathing in it? Cool.). Resident – Trevor (cool guy) Fitzgerald
Lots of room in the dorm suite. Standard room: kitchenette, full bath, nice full bed. 3rd floor
Peter remembers what the professor’s symbol means. Order of Merlin.
Back at the Sanctum…
Herr Professor lectures me on why it was not moral to destroy Cynthia’s phone. With typically teenaged logic, we inform him that we were not caught, I developed a new technology while doing it, and never made a verbal agreement to not harm her phone. The poor man is unable to get through to us, and has a sudden need for cognac and aspirin. And probably a sympathetic woman, but he’s our professor and I don’t want to think about that.
Later that evening, I go to Phoenix. Yellow FEAT for the process.
Thursday morning passes uneventfully.
Lunch comes and we start getting alerts about stuff in the news. Icarus alerts me to the news about Reed Richards and his peeps. Wow. So were they mutants to begin with or did they develop the abilities from the radiation? Cynthia is pissed at not having her phone. Her sycophants are falling all over themselves assisting her, and seem to be thinking it was proof of the need for the registration act.
Physics – we are allowed to discuss what’s been happening in the news. Kimyee suggests we discuss why the cloud accelerated. Red FEAT bitch! I babble on and on about dark matter and m theory. Peter starts writing a song. Ellie gets confused. Kimyee and Cyrillo give their input as well. I forget the professor’s injunction against taking over his AV equipment and throw my calculations up on the screen.
“Are we going to have to continue talking about the freaks?” Thanks, Vivienne, for your input.
Fortunately, Peter attracts our attention with something shiny. How much thrust would be required for Johnny Storm? The rest of the class passes uneventfully. Tomorrow we have a quiz.
After our activities, we go to Study Lounge 6 and try and explain things to Ellie and Peter. It is a long and arduous process that ultimately ends in near-frustration for all. Fortunately, Cyrillo and I explain things so badly at the end that they start understanding what we are talking about. Maybe we should start with the obscure Stargate references to begin with.
I go home.
Friday, February 25
Debate class – Beings with Powers: Worthwhile Having or a Menace to Society? Well, gee, what am I going to think? But I will research both sides.
Cynthia offers to side with me and we do the anti-mutant point. I consider doing it, but then tell Cynthia I can’t because I’m not going to have a video of me saying my mother is dangerous on YouTube. Maybe next time.
Peter helps me with the research on the debate for my side.
The rest of the day passes in a whirl of discussion and speculation. The Mutant Registration Act and mutants are the subject of the day. This promises to be interesting.
We make plans for the party. It’s Cynthia-casual. I have a nice polo jacket, white shirt and jeans to wear. Discuss wardrobe options. Ellie invites Peter to go with her. Date? Blush. And then the babbling begins. Thanks to Georgia, they are coming so I don’t have to do this alone.
The weekend comes…
8 am – bright and early we show up at the Sanctum
The Professor tells us we have a new member and he’s sorry but the guy is in the other room now. Is that cool? Sure! Come. You look trustworthy. Join our party!
Peter comes out, unimpressed with Icarus’ introduction. He is now the least favourite squishy.
We throw some powers around for a while and then it somehow transforms into a mano-a-mano battle between me and Peter. I shoot him. He shoots me. I shoot him more and then turn his clothes to lead. He tries to slam me and I gate away. Then Helix joins the fray. Well that’s unfair, so I withdraw from the combat. Helix brings the lights on and then ducks behind a crystal wall. In a stunning display of creativity, Peter uses the wall as a prism and hits Helix. Nice. Helix pushes the wall on him and that’s when the death blossom occurs. Unfortunately, I was lounging in the doorway and I get hit by a beam, Synergy reflects it, Yosono tries to do something which doesn’t work, and Icarus dodges like a Jedi.
The fight continues…
I turn Helix’s wall to helium so its more fair. I also put Peter’s clothes back. Helix misses with his bull rush. Yosono decides she’s going to participate, so I feel the need to even some odds.
Helix creates a crystal shield, which is probably not the wisest of ideas, and does a shield charge. Miss! Ole!!! Yosono tries to knock us out with sheer sound, drowning out KMFDM with the whining tones of Cynthia’s voice. It doesn’t work, but boy was it annoying.
The melee continues even longer…
Icarus exposes us to his interesting taste in music as we are inundated with the dulcet tones of Marilyn Manson. Maybe I need to equip him with some filters. Helix charges Synergy and misses. She responds with a plasma ball. Yosono keeps trying to bury us in a wall of sound, but unfortunately it’s more of a speed hump of squeak. Peter shoots at Helix and curves the light around his shield. Dude, that was brilliant!
Helix decides to fall back to melee, but unfortunately missed. Wiff! Peter dodges. Yosono finally succeeds with her sound generation and everyone takes damage. Peter goes down and the professor ends the melee.
Peter pounces a bit on us about if we think it’s a game. It’s practice. The point is us trying to learn how to better use our powers, not how to better kill each other. If I wanted to do that, I’d join Stronghold. We get the discussion about how we need not be hesitant about ganging up on someone in a true combat. Okay, so mental note. Participate in the combat all the way through, even if its unfair.
It’s time to go now, so we are off. The professor mentions that Peter is sensitive to UV light, so important safety tip when it comes to him. NOTE: UV filter for Peter’s costume.