[center][color=f26522][h3]ANDY[/h3][/color][/center][hr][b][i]31st October, 2025[/i][/b][hr]
Andy was thankful that the ARC session ended when it had. The subsequent panic of some alien crashing onto campus was enough to distract him from confronting Aiden about what he’d done. After he felt that he was sufficiently filled in on what had happened by the eager-to-gossip student body, Andy had given deep thought as to what had transpired, and came to the conclusion that, given the circumstances, Aiden had only done what was expected of him, however sociopathic it was. So, with little hesitation, Andy pushed it out of his mind, glad to be done with a moral battle that would otherwise force him to take things seriously.

He was giddy with excitement as he woke up to the wonderful morning of Halloween. It was never much of a thing to celebrate with his family in Australia, and so he resolved to make up for it at Corrigan; this year’s costume was going to put everyone else's to shame. He was going to win ‘Best Halloween Costume’ in the yearbook for sure.

Donning his all-leather outfit, he pulled a skull mask over his head, adjusting its position so the eyeholes would align. With all of the tangible parts of his costume in place, he flared fire around his head, making sure to keep it at room temperature. Sure, it defied logic, but from his experience, in a world where you couldn’t turn right without running into a superhero, pretty much everything did. He also liked to think that logic knew better than to mess with his powers, because they were his and his alone to tell what to do.

Grabbing a chain he’d nicked from the bike racks outside the dorms, he exited his room, making his way to the holy goodness that was breakfast.

With a pile of waffles stacked high on his tray, he began to browse the mess hall for any costumes that matched his. Satisfied that there weren’t, he spotted Mari waving him over, probably recognising him from the fire blazing around his head. That, and he’d made sure to repeatedly tell her and Freddy that he was going as Ghost Rider on the days leading up to Halloween.

Grinning beneath his skull mask, he began to stride towards the half-Tamaranean, only to stop himself once he saw who else was approaching her: S’tann. His grin widening from ear to ear, he continued on his way to the table. [i]Man, I knew that it was gonna be a good day, but this is [b]too much.[/b][/i]

For a brief moment he considered sitting opposite S’tann, next to Mari, but after giving it the briefest of thoughts, he decided against it. He wanted to sit next to his favourite Martian, and he was sure that the feeling was reciprocated.

So, standing behind S’tann, he waited for the guy to finish talking, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes at the topic of conversation. Of course he was still going on about the ARC session. Of course. Allowing the insult he not-so-subtly threw at Mari to fly over his head, Andy set his food tray down next to S’tann’s, exclaiming, “Stan, my man!” as he sat a mere foot away from him. “Glad to see you joined the cool kids,” he continued, pausing to place a hand on the alien’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you, buddy.”

Beneath his mask, his grin only continued to widen. Today was going to be one for the history books. He felt it.