Dr. Rohrbach stood, silently watching the computer monitor as numbers blipped past him. He was running a simulation for the task at hand, hoping that what he was preparing would help them get a handle on the powers they now possessed, considering they were still relatively new to all of it. 

By now Finn Rohrbach's stomach had learned not to bother him with silly rumbling when he was working but the picture frame on his desk reminded him of her. 

[i]Finn, you know you really should eat. Your work won't get done if you pass out on the floor, you know. Besides, is my coking really that bad?[/i]

He could smell the warmth of the pancakes now and a smile rose to his face. He looked over to his assistant, who he'd honestly forgotten the name of, and nodded as if to say, "Your turn to stare at the machine for no apparent reason." The young man in the lab coat, who seemed to be rather new, gave Dr. Rohrbach a confused look before his eyes lit up as he realized what the strange professor wanted him to do. He took a seat at Rohrbach's desk as the professor made his way to the kitchen. 

The others should be checking in soon if Finn remembered correctly. He looked down at his watch and smiled. Yes, it was just after dinner and the group should be piling in soon for the afternoon's training. He took to making himself a sandwich, using whatever odds and ends he could find in the kitchen, meticulously avoiding the hazardous materials strewn throughout the white tiled room. 

His lab coat was spotless, just as he liked it but as soon as he began putting his sandwich together, a touch of ketchup landed its way onto the absentminded scientist's coat. 

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The day was winding down for Straider University with the last few afternoon classes wrapping up. Most of the students Rohrbach found did not have evening classes, as he had planned, and were asked to come to his lab across from the apartments where they were to now stay. Every afternoon, once dinner was over with at the dining hall, the students made their way to the lab for training. It's only been about a week since they first encountered their powers and many of them are still apprehensive towards everything Rohrbach had done to them but for the most part, all were in agreement that saving the world would feel pretty damn good. Well, maybe not saving the world... but saving people would feel good, right?

Penelope herself was on her way back from the library. She'd eaten a small dinner and then head off there to work on a paper before heading over to the lab. She had to admit it was rather ironic that her powers were probably the most destructive towards literature. Maybe it was a sign. 

[color=orange]"Nah. I'll be a writer even if I have to slap a few bitches to get it done."[/color] She told herself proudly. Though, there was still a small sliver of doubt at the back of her mind that nagged at her. 

Regardless, as she passed by the smaller tennis courts, she found herself at Rohrbach's lab. She sighed and pulled out a smoke. Leaning against the wall, she lit it with her powers, trying very hard to both keep them in check and keep them hidden. It was so much easier than trying to pull out a lighter plus it had the added benefit of letting her practice her powers a bit. And so, Penelope leaned against the outside of the building, huffing and puffing for a the few extra minutes she had to herself before the others would inevitably arrive.