[hr][h3][color=a36209]Abraham Gene[/color][/h3][sub][@Mega Birb][/sub][hr]
A tingling feeling crawled up and down Abe's spine upon her touch. Even through his jacket and his clothes beneath, the static made his hair stand on end. Abe closed his eyes and he smiled a little and sucked in his upper lip - not quite out of amusement, but rather forcing himself to not act out of irritation. The girl? The girl was threatening him? She had the [i]nerve?[/i] Abe found during his travels that there were the assholes, the do-gooders, the scoundrels, and people who weren't told to shut up often enough in their lives. He had a sinking feeling that she fell in that category, after all, she was still a kid. Being impetuous was a trademark. He toyed with the idea of trading blows, perhaps threatening back, but the fact remained: she was a kid. No one that could truly harm him. [i]'Let her have her fun for now.'[/i] He thought. [i]'She'll learn eventually.'[/i]

But there was one piece of advice he had to give her, just for future reference, before she gets any thoughts in her head.

"Just a tip or two, Bones..." Abe said quietly into her ear as he left. "[i]Hands stay off the merchandise.[/i] And try not to get too chummy with strangers."

He walked away while pointing a finger gun at her. A typical casual greeting or goodbye, but just as likely had a hidden second meaning to it given the cryptic note he left on. He dug his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes around. Weird ass girl. He wondered how many more of her were on this station thinking that they were God's gift just because they had a superpower. There was more to it than that.

There was also style.

Not really. In all seriousness though, Abe did have his own theory on it. Superpowers, shall we say, [i]compounds[/i] an individuals value. Measure their qualities and what they can provide, the sort of power they might yield, and that's their true worth. One of those versus the same person with powers can only be better! Take Hulk Hogan over there - Abe was looking at the line-backer looking man by the shuttle entrance, talking to a brunette - if he had no skills, no charisma or character, no money, and nothing to offer - what's his value? Zero multiplied by a thousand is still zero. If he can lift heavy objects, then congratulations! You've met one of the minimum requirements of being someone's minion. At least those were [i]his[/i] thoughts on the whole superpowers thing. Others may see things differently. They'd be [i]wrong[/i], of course, but they'd still disagree. Nature will take its course and Abe will be standing victorious in the end. There's no other way it should be.

The appearance of a hulking lizard man on a podium caught his confused gaze - the people here just keep getting stranger - and he noticed the crowd starting to gravitate towards the front of the stage and began seating themselves. He buried his hands in his pockets and made his way toward one of the seats in the back. The chair had someone's name on it, someone who wasn't him. He sat there anyway. They were out of luck if they expected him to push his way through so many people to find "his" seat. Besides, whoever was supposed to sit here had way of knowing this was theirs. He held the back of his head with his hands and leaned back in his chair to get comfortable as he patiently awaited whatever bullshit they had in store for them.

Something caught his eye again, but this time, it was a girl who must've been half plant.

They just keep getting weirder.


[hr][h3][color=6ecff6]Andrea Pasternack[/color][/h3][sub][@JunkMail][/sub][hr]
[i]Let's just say I'm watching her love?[/i] Andrea shook her head. She could glean why Arianna was there with Wednesday, that was one of her responsibilities. It came with burden of having strong powers. But that wasn't the answer that Andrea wanted to hear. It didn't answer what she wanted to know. She wanted to know what troubled her, not if she was actually trouble in the first place.
 
"I understand, Ari, but that doesn't answer my question..." Andrea insisted - but her soft voice must've gotten lost in the crowd, for Arianna was immediately alerted by Henry's presence and ushered them and others towards the seating area where they were to find their appointed chairs. Wednesday's meaty hands rested on Andrea's much smaller shoulders and said to meet with her after the speech. She felt her heart flutter a tad, glad that she managed to reach somebody enough that they would open up to her. She could tell by her surface thoughts at this moment - she wanted to tell her something, she wanted to unload. To take off that heavy backpack of burdens. Whether she chooses to do it later remained to be seen. She isn't ruling out last-second reluctance out just yet, but this was a good sign. She looked up at the stage where Henry stood, glad to see his old mug out in the open again. Usually, Dr. Winzer ended up playing one prank or another on Henry during orientation, where Henry would get publicly annoyed; Andrea didn't have a problem with it. Intentional or not, it performed a function. Anything that would break the ice with the new students and ease any tension couldn't do anything but help. After all, they'll be spending a long time with each other in space. The sooner this place feels like home, the better.

The lights started flickering, and Andrea had just found her seat as the crowd began quieting down. She looked to her side and found a red-headed friend of hers from last year, and whispered to her a quick greeting and a hug. When the side of her face touched the skin of her red-headed friend, it tingled a bit from the heat she was putting off, prompting a smile from Andrea. This girl was just a year older than her, and she didn't need telepathy to read her. The temperature of her skin went up the more adrenaline she had. She felt like the heat of a sun-baked sidewalk, but that was nothing compared to the six hundred degrees she could reach.

"A little excited, aren't you Reyna?" Andrea whispered.

"Ahaha, yeah, a little. Sorry!" She replied.

Andrea rested a comforting hand on her shoulder to tell her she's alright as the music started booming. Music? Terrible music at that. There was nothing like this last year. This must've been another Dr. Winzer thing.

- 

In short, it was a simple meeting, very brief - not much speaking in the speech, the orientation left most of the work to Zoey... so it wasn't that different from last year. The running joke around here was Henry's speeches, in that they weren't really speeches. Or if a class requires to give a speech, someone would say, "wow, an easy A," despite the actual stress that hearing that news would put them under. Andrea felt like she could get away with it. She had to give speeches in school. Had to give a speech at graduation as valedictorian. Had to give speeches in law school. Her discipline might have been torn down a little since those days, but it's something that sticks with you.

Speaking of speeches and talking, the new girl that Arianna was assigned wanted her to come find her so that they could speak after this event. Wednesday. Fortunately, finding people was something Andrea could do very easily if she set her mind to it. She looked around, finding corporeal figments, assigning them the task of finding a person, using her memory of Wednesday as a metaphorical scent - they scattered and searched the crowd until one of them found the person she was looking for. These apparitions suddenly fell into place and formed a line, almost like a chain, leading Andrea directly to her through a path that would leave her uninhibited. Most people might not be able to find a specific person in a crowd of people, so perhaps Wednesday had not seen her coming. But Andrea cut her way through the crowd without having to squeeze by a single person, almost as though the crowd moved around her. It was one of the subtle advantages of such multifaceted telepathy, knowing almost intuitively where multiple people end up going and through where. She found herself next to Wednesday, feeling the familiar sense of stress radiating off of her, in mere moments after the speech and looked to her with a friendly expression.

"Would you like to walk?" Andrea offered. She didn't think that Wednesday would prefer just sitting in one spot talking about whatever it was that she had on her mind. Walking at least gave them a bit of privacy. The invitation was short-lived, as she already started a slow pace through the room like she was leading the way. 

"Anyways..." She began thoughtfully, as though looking for the right words to begin. "Forgive Arianna. She's energetic and lovely, if a bit... hasty in presuming what I wanted to know. It's not a fault either, though. Her initiative is one reason why she has the job she's burdened with."

She soon found herself clicking the fingernails of her left index and thumb together behind her back. It was better than picking at them.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to tell me." Andrea continued, trying to reassure Wednesday. "I just wanted to know what was bothering you."