[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b93c3c]Arcturus Hale[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/4c/ca/624cca17467decaf28e8236f7734c15c.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=b93c3c]Location:[/color][/b] Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Medical Ward [b][color=b93c3c]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[/center][hr] Arcturus' eyes fluttered open, shaking away a vague but no less unsettling dream. Here, the signs on the wall were in English, and in the sterile ward he could hear the quiet sounds of people––the other patients––waking up. Reliving his childhood in any great depth would not be on the agenda today, thank god. He was [i]not[/i] in his family home, and he had not returned in years. The staff were not talking behind his back in hushed tones, and he didn't have to imagine friends to talk to. Someone had been whispering in his dream, just out of earshot. Recollection as to where he was and why he was here came quickly enough. So he was still alive. That was something to be pleased about, and he couldn't muster up his usual ironic, millennial response of 'damn, that's unfortunate'. Relief flooded in down to his fingertips, which he flexed experimentally before pushing himself up into a sitting position. The whispers from the dream were still here. Some of them were louder now, so loud that he couldn't bear to listen to them, and he instinctively cringed away from the source. They quieted after that, but they lingered on the edge of his hearing ([i]was[/i] there an edge to one's hearing?) like the aura before a migraine. [i]Oh god,[/i] Arcturus thought, [i]is this schizophrenia?[/i] He was at the correct age of onset for most cases, he knew, from numerous down-the-rabbit-hole nights exploring the wonders of Wikipedia entries. Maybe instead of a power, he had been given a disorder. Whatever the voices were, he could stem the tide for now. Perhaps it was just a side-effect of the coma. Some of his fellow cadets, rousing in their own beds, looked to be in an equally dazed condition. Arc caught Niah's eye and shot her a thumbs up. As the director, and later the agent, spoke, Arc stared at a blank spot on the wall in their general direction, a trick he learned back in university when he zoned out to think of other things. In this case, he wondered if they knew what their powers would be. Surely there would be tests for that sort of thing that could have been performed while they were out. Was it only the new agents going in blind, or were their supervisors also in the dark? Arcturus swung his legs over the edge of the bed and smoothed down the front of his hospital gown, which he just realised he was been wearing. Stylish. As someone who tended towards the never-nude side of the spectrum, it left him deeply uncomfortable –– not that he'd let it show on his face. [color=b93c3c]"I suppose it would be optimistic of me to hope that the ice cream and games come [i]before[/i] the practice mission."[/color]