[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s18.postimg.org/x3ou90xx5/238d07814b56d3f7c990b347f2b80453.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lounge[/center][hr][hr]	Guin had gone to her school prom - and she didn't enjoy it. She had pretty much ruined any popularity points that being Iron Man's daughter could get her by her senior year at MidTown Tech. And she didn't even spend much of her time at the high school. Her previous school had allowed her to accelerate her curriculum as much as she wanted and by the time she transferred, MidTown ended up offering her a lot of [i]Independent Study - STEM[/i] courses to take. She had been allowed to tinker in the lab, head to a local college and take a course there - pretty much do whatever she wanted, as long as she had something to show for it. 

	Lance and Peter had ended up [i]insisting[/i] that she go to prom. The only benefit to it had been that she had managed to get a hold of a tux that fit her quite nicely. She never was one for dresses. [color=cc33ff]"Proms are boring - they're just an excuse for people to hook up afterwards,"[/color] Guin pointed out. Though as she heard herself say that, she had roll her eyes at the small part of her that said [i]maybe that's not too bad after all.[/i] She then looked at Charlie with a grin. [color=cc33ff]"Fuck yes. I'll kick your ass anytime, Smokey."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"Nice to meet you both,"[/color] Dean said with a grin. [color=0072bc]"And if you don't like it, don't gotta come,"[/color] he added at Guin. [color=0072bc]"But it should be fun. It'll give us the American high school experience - people can bring dates too if they want, get their photos taken. Might even see if Xavier'll let us make a yearbook."[/color]

	As Mira called Guin's attention to the screen, Guin gritted her teeth slightly. Her mother hadn't spoken a single word yet and already, Guin was on edge. It had been almost four years since she had last seen her mother - the infamous Maddie Le Fay. She crossed her arms, before Maddie's latest tirade hit her like a load of bricks. She knew that her mother had been going on and on about Guin's personal life to the tabloids - which in itself wasn't new. But ever since word got out that Iron Man's kid was dating Magneto's son, her mother had gotten worse. It just gave her more things to blab on about. She clenched her hands into fists as Maddie continued prattling on about things she knew nothing about. 

	Her mind couldn't help but wander back to the last time she had seen her - as painful as it had been. She had been boarding a flight from Boston to New York to head home when she decided to skip the plane, instead purchasing a train ticket to Salem and running away. Then there was an entire twenty four hour stretch that she couldn't remember. They assumed that she had been abusing substances again and making good on his previous threat, her father had sent her to rehab. 

	That in itself had been okay - she could manage it. In fact, she remembered very clearly being told that her mother had come to visit - she had been so excited, her stomach feeling as if there was a swarm of butterflies. She thought that maybe she could have a relationship with her mother after all - it was like Christmas had come early. She closed her eyes, remembering the round brown table she sat at while she waited for Maddie - the cool texture of the wood under her finger nails - the white hospital bracelet that was around her left arm. She could even remember the sound of the heater trying to beat the December chill. 

	And then the successive flash of cameras - the microphones shoved into her face. 

	Tears welled up in Guin's eyes and she blinked them away, trying not to dwell on this too much. Her mother had sold her privacy in order to get her five minutes in the spotlight. Tony had tried to stop the photos and videos from leaking - but even he couldn't stop them all. [color=cc33ff]"Right, because watching Maddie prattle on and on about her bullshit is just what I want to do,"[/color] Guin said a bit dryly. She wasn't sure what Pietro was up to - but decided to humor him for a little while and continue watching the train wreck. She was glad that she did. Not only did a reporter [i]finally[/i] call Maddie out on her bullshit, she watched with a bit of amazement as paint was dumped all over her, ruining the already hideous dress. 

	She was cackling, applauding Pietro's display of boyfriend-ly awesomeness. [color=cc33ff]"That - that was beautiful. Truly inspired. I think you have a future as a painter,"[/color] Guin said jokingly. She then gave Pietro a quick kiss on the cheek - comically having to stand up on her toes to make up for the height difference.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.org/5yix22r6n/original.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lounge[/center][hr][hr]	Dean's eyes widened. Although he could see Pietro as if he was moving normally, it stunned him to see the distance Pietro was able to cover in a flash. Dean himself could only do quick bursts over short distances. While some of his teachers at the institute seemed to think that he had the potential to be a true speedster at one point, he never managed to sustain a run. Dodging was his specialty. He also enjoyed running up and down walls on occasion - just because he could. [color=0072bc]"Damn man, you gotta help me get up to that speed one day,"[/color] Dean said, clearly awed by Pietro's skills. 

	He turned in a flash as Beth entered the room, throwing her a cheerful wave, despite not knowing her. It was just the sort of person he was. He then held up a flyer towards her - after tossing one over towards Pietro as well, figuring he might talk his girlfriend into going - [color=0072bc]"Prom?"[/color] Dean said as an explanation to Beth. He couldn't help but wonder what everyone would be up to for the rest of the day. And luckily for him, he had almost handed out enough flyers to justify taking some time to just hang out with some cool people. 

	[color=0072bc]"Y'know - why don't we play a game as a group?"[/color] Dean suggested. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Truth or Dare?"[/color] Guin asked, her eyes lighting up mischievously.