[center][h3][color=004b80]Kyle Lancaster[/color][/h3][/center]
Kyle gasped, waking suddenly in his bed. His pjs were plastered to his body by a fine layer of sweat. He panted as he laid there staring at the white ceiling. He couldn't hear his roommates moving around. Which meant they were still sleeping. Kyle slowly sat up, peeling himself off the sheets. A quick check to his clock told him it was only three in the morning. This wasn't the first night Kyle had lost sleep.

The dream was pervasive. Aiden was standing there, holding a man and lasering off his arm. Kyle swallowed thickly against the need to vomit. Even in his dreams he could still smell burning flesh. Hear it as it sizzled and parted from bone. Hear the screams of the victim. Consciously he knew it was all simulated. Knew it was fake. But he hadn't been prepared for how real it felt. How it froze him to the bones, unable to do anything.

Kyle barely remembered the session ending as everything blacked out. At first he though he had passed out. But the backup generators had kicked on and they were removed from the A.R.C. building. Classes had all be cancelled due to the damage done by a falling alien of all things. Kyle had returned to his dorm room. But left with his thoughts proved to not be the best idea. Thankfully Julian didn't mind having Kyle hang out with him. 

Over the next few days Kieran had even sought out Kyle and the two were friends again. It earned him the ire of his three roomies, but Kyle didn't care. They were terrified of them anyways. Kyle snagged a towel and a change of clothes and headed to the showers. When he returned it was nearly four. Yet he didn't feel like sleeping. Instead he pulled out his journal and began writing.

Kyle was so caught up in his task he jumped when his alarm went off. He returned his journal to it's hiding spot, grabbed his book bag and headed to the mess hall. He wasn't the first to arrive and like always, there was a scene going on.

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Mailsi rolled out of bed with a groan. She could hear Sugar in the next room, also getting read. Mailsi was never a morning person. She was nocturnal by nature. Something not even Corrigan could rid her of. The white haired girl tossed her pillow at her phone which continued to buzz obnoxiously. Naturally the pillow didn't have any effect. Other than to make Mailsi's rest less comfortable at it's absence.

When Mailsi finally stumbled out of her dorm room an hour later, she still looked tired though presentable. She was dressed as the [i][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We_Can_Do_It!]"We Can Do It"[/url][/i] poster girl from WWII. Sugar had gone ahead. Apparently she was meeting her date and couldn't wait. Mailsi still didn't have a date. Maybe she should ask Amethyst? Would the girl say yes? And if she did, would she think Mailsi wanted her that way? It was never this complicated in Ireland.

Anyways Mailsi shouldered her messenger bag and headed down to the mess hall. As she walked, she thought more about the dance and mentally sighed. She knew she didn't have to go, but she was supposed to be making an effort to be apart of the student body. Or so Aunt Kara had lectured her about. Apparently just hanging out with the Irish was not acceptable. It made sense, having more people was like having more guides on [i]How Not to Turn Evil[/i]. 

Mailsi had barely made it to the mess hall when she noticed a few people standing and pointing at someone turning gold. The teen heaved a great big sigh and headed over. Do good. She could just hear her mom speak in her head. Right, be a good person. Mailsi grabbed a hold of golden kid's arm and pulled him away from the lookie-loos. He was obviously panicking, which was leading to him losing control of his powers.

"[color=C0C0C0]Take a deep breath yeah?[/color]" Mailsi told him. 

Her voice must have caused him to notice her because his freak out worsened as he began to babble. His tirade ended in Latin, which was what Mailsi used when she spoke next.

"[color=C0C0C0]<You're okay. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you. Just breathe. In and out. Focus.>[/color]" Up close it wasn't hard for Mailsi to put two and two together. This was the alien that had caused the power outage. Was he really supposed to be running around by himself? Or had he escaped his escort and was now freaking himself out by running wild? Whatever the reason, Mailsi couldn't leave him alone. Not when he was such a wild card.