[center][color=FireBrick][h1]Oshea Jackson[/h1][/color][/center]
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[center]"Livin' on borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That will be the hour they knock the slick master"[/center]
[center]- MF DOOM[/center]
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Location: Xavier's Funtime Party Bus
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The gust of wind from Pietro's entrance almost woke Oshea from his slumber. A much needed crash. He had taken up a seat in the middle again where he always liked to sit. While in REM sleep, he dreamed of a blank white room. On the floor of this imaginary room were a set of brushes with coated tips of red, yellow, silver, pink, green, orange, and purple, gold. Oshea took up two brushes in hand and observed his ethereal canvas; and he was off.

X's and O's, he drew up the diagrams. Pink for Allison, purple for Guin, green for Marygold and Ayita, silver for Pietro, yellow for Cassandra and Carolina, orange for the newbies, red for himself, gold for Nina. Much of what he painted became little more than a tornado of intersecting lines of color across all four walls--it was, Oshea presumed, a plan. What kind of plan it was, well, this was an entirely different conundrum. Oshea would worry about what his lines and scribbles meant when he awoke, for now he snored. It was loud.