[center][h1][color=orange]Brian Campbell[/color][/h1][h3]Cartesian[/h3][hr][/center]

Bare feet poked out from under a rumpled cream comforter. The owner of said feet was currently burrowing his head under a pillow as the walls vibrated and loose papers buzzed. The fingers clutching the pillows twitched a bit then pulled the pillow tighter.

Finally the music stopped. A young man with tousled brown hair and sleepy eyes popped his head out from under the pillow and let out a sigh of relief.  With monumental effort, he heaved himself over onto his back and squirmed around until he was snuggled deep within his blankets. 

The young man cracked an eye open. A glance at the digital clock on his bedside table told him it was way the hell too early to be awake. Especially because he'd been up after midnight due to work.

Brian closed his eyes again and furrowed his brows as he began his farseeing, or scrying, whatever people wanted to call it. It didn't take long for a room to appear in his mind. It was similar to his, as far as the walls and dimensions of the room went at least. What was very different was the decoration and furniture. For one thing, there was exercise equipment in this room and a sound system against a wall. 

He ran his powers gently over the wires in the speakers. It wouldn't be too hard to end the torment for a week or two. Just a little tug and the speakers would short circuit. It would be so subtle. At least, he hoped so. It was entirely possible he'd still get blamed anyways due to his "history" or some such nonsense.

If so, there would probably be another round of that merry and disturbing game of tag involving super-strength and a giant sword. After which, he'd probably be out a few thousand dollars in reimbursements and repair fees. Oh, and some sort of tedious punitive measure would be enacted, naturally. The disciplinary officer was a sadist, of course.

The last time this had happened, the fees for wrecking the dorms had been atrocious, and in order to save his hide, Brian had also had to pay enough to cover the old speaker system. The man, of course, had promptly turned around and invested that money into buying newer, louder, and far more expensive speakers. Brian was convinced the man had bought such an expensive system to spite him.

As for injuries... well. Asclepians were a mixed blessing.

It was great to be able to have limbs regenerated and injuries healed when fighting monsters. The downside is that people became somewhat less careful with their fists or other weapons. After all, a sufficiently powerful Asclepian could make right anything just short of death.

Being gutted wasn't exactly what he wanted to do with his Monday morning. Especially because it was the first Monday of his Winter break. Of course, for all he knew, being gutted today might be unavoidable. People in his particular line of work had a rather high mortality rate. 

Well now, that was an unpleasant thought, and he had an afternoon shift at the cafe. Brian turned off his farseeing, and opened his eyes. He found himself staring at the ceiling of his own room. His eyes habitually roamed his room for anything amiss. 

A monitor stood on the desk at the far end of the room. In front of the large 24" monitor sat a keyboard and a mouse. The computer tower sat next to the monitor near the wall. A lamp, a printer and a tray of papers sat on the corner of the desk. Next to the desk was a nice wooden shelf on which he put his textbooks, some binders and folders, and a few knick-knacks. 

Across from his bed, which was shoved into the corner of the room, was his dresser. And next to his bed sat his nightstand with yet another lamp and the aforementioned digital clock. Other than a rug between his bed, a simple mattress resting on a metal frame about two feet off the ground, and his dresser, his room had no other adornments. 

Brian closed his eyes. He had a few more hours until his shift.

He was going to roll back over and sleep.