[hr][center][h2][color=92278f]Daler Ghumman[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Daler had fallen half asleep. In his golf cart, completely upright. Just how many years had he been practicing that, anyway? Despite his apparent sleep, he had one eye slightly cracked and was lazily scanning the crowd for any trouble. The voices in their heads were loud, jumbled, and he heard a few more private thoughts than he cared to admit. Brock, the boy in red, was definitely going to be in his classroom for sexual harassment at some point. And normal harassment. And possibly assault, battery, and theft. Another student -- Leo -- seemed to have a second voice speaking to him, which was also a little worrying, but beyond that, there wasn't much out of the ordinary.

Mako's conversation with the good Doctor interested him, but as a matter of policy, he didn't speak about the private thoughts of his students no matter how worrisome they were. A good cross-section of the student body was developing in his mind and he was curious as to how the year would play out.

[color=92278f]"Fun's one word for it. Trouble more like,"[/color] Daler said. Or, rather, Mako and Doctor Shin heard him speak. Typical of Daler - abusing his telepathy to conserve energy. [color=92278f]"We've got a bunch of royal firecrackers in there. It's great for the Institute, but I think we might have a hard year ahead."[/color]

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