[center][color=00ffff][h2][i][b]Victoria van Dyne[/b][/i][/h2][/color][hr][color=00ffff][b]Location: [/b][/color]Carnival grounds
[color=00ffff][b]Equipment: [/b][/color]Multi-field generators
[color=00ffff][b]Outfit: [/b][/color][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019b0fca-e03a-70d8-bc65-18d2362aef84.webp]Be honest, did you expect something else?[/url]
[/center][hr]During the break, Victoria was a girl possessed. As soon as she made it home, she pestered Hope to help her with refactoring her core code. It was high time for Ultron to be a thing of the past. Issuing the delete command felt highly satisfying. No more annoying voice in her head. No more ticking timebomb. The upgrade to her MFGs was a nice, unexpected bonus, and she couldn't wait to freak her friends out with the fact that among other things the new configuration could do, she now had frickin' [i]laser eyes[/i].

That was not the obsession though, no. Like she told Danni before leaving, she was on the trail to discovering something new. She wouldn't go as far as to call it a unified theory of physics and magic, but it was a good start to getting there. The road to success was paved with old tomes and obscure research though, so Vicky has shut herself in her room most of the time, ignoring what she could of Christmas - to the family's complaints - and covering the walls with notes and papers and scribbles that looked like equations and computer code written in thaumaturgical symbols and runes.

She thought she had it. The theoretical models said it should work. Except it didn't. She was missing some piece of understanding of the whole that would make everything snap together. But what? At this point she didn't even know where to look. The only thing she could think of that could be wrong is her major assumption that the particle carrying magic power was a boson, but... No, a fermion made no sense.

She was still twisting her processor over it now as she walked to the school grounds. What she wanted to do was to head to her dorm or workshop, pull out her binder, redecorate the walls again with her notes and then sit in the middle, staring at it all until she thought of something to try and fix her models. Alas, what she had to do instead was to fight the worst enemy od all:

Red tape.

Why did she have to hand in a [i]form[/i] to drop her 'superhero name'? That should just be a SuperLink status update or something. Likewise, dorm assignments should have been an e-mail, not a visit to a stall!

Not that her SuperLink had any updates, as she took meticulous care to not have much social media presence. Her steam account was probably the one that got the most mileage out of all of them, followed by LinkedIn.

Something that actually came up over the break from Sabine. Victoria has waved the concerns off. She was preparing for a job where she would voluntarily throw herself into life threatening situations on a regular basis. Some potential death threats and other cyberbully crap did not faze her. She appreciated the care though.

After spending 10 minutes (!) dealing with [i]the place that sends you mad[/i], she picked up her schedule and checked her room assignment. 604. One up and one to the side of her earlier 502. At least the view out the window should be similar. [color=00ffff]"Marlena Who?"[/color] she grunted to herself, a cursory internet search revealing... Nothing much. Well, a mystery to solve later. Checking out the neighbors, she hoped the walls were insulated.

She nearly rebooted to safe mode when she saw the name next to the time travel and animal related classes. Neither of which she was taking, so at least she could probably avoid her weirdo grandpa a great deal.

Sighing, she headed to the sword ighting stand. A grimace made it to her face as she remembered the last semester's absolute debacle. But this time, she wasn't coming to compete or have fun, but to practice. There was an absolutely insane [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=d0uWs008NO0&pp=ygUUUGVubnkgZmxvYXRpbmcgYXJyYXk%3D]idea[/url] she wanted to try now that her improved MFG set allowed her a greater degree of control over the repulsor fields she could create. Spotting a few familiar faces in the area, she waved at them: [color=00ffff]"S'up?"[/color]