[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR52k84p/54b4e63d635603b22d80f72a4ba2be54.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c02b1-4686-759e-93a8-ec58d0ea6ae8.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Blizz][@Forsythe][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=AC3EFF][b]Morning - Sat. January 15th, 2039 - Los Angeles, California[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]

[@Trainerblue192][@Kirah]: For the moment, the two of them had the room on the sixth floor of Stark Hall to themselves. Millie’s side of the room had yet to be unpacked, her belongings sitting in boxes on the bed. Each of them had an identical set of furniture - a bed, a desk and chair, and a dresser. In the middle of the room was a shared mini fridge, with a freezer compartment up top. The window was on Millie’s side of the room, affording a view of the carnival on the field. 

On both of their desks, a small welcome kit had been left behind by Firestar. It included a basic first aid-kit, cough drops, a toothbrush and toiletries, a bag of chips and a few candy bars, and other small items that students tended to forget to pack before moving to a new place. A tiny land shark plush from the school gift store, wearing the crimson and white jersey of the Margaret Carter Institute, sat on top of the basket, a card held in its mouth with a ribbon. The card was meant to be kept in a wallet, containing useful contact information on one side - suicide hotlines, campus crisis resources, emergency services, and more - and on the other side, there was a cartoon drawing of three landsharks together, dressed in academy uniforms with graduation caps on their heads. Lastly, a small envelope addressed to the student was included, with a short letter from Firestar on the inside. 

[hider=the letter]Hey, Chase!! 

Super excited to have you here at AA!! I’m your faculty-in-residence for the year, Ms. Jones, but please call me Firestar! I’m right next door in room 606. Please come to me for anything you need, no matter what time of day - my job is to make sure you have a fantastic (and safe) time here. Looking forward to meeting you at our hall meeting tonight at 8 pm sharp (after the Luna Snow concert, so cool!).

Firestar[/hider]

But just as the room itself was quiet, so too was the hallway. Most of their hallmates must have already moved in - or their parents were still huddled around various booths at the carnival, deep in conversation with staff members and teachers alike, their belongings for the year still locked away in cars in the parking garage. 

[@PatientBean][@Blizz]: At the skating rink, all eyes were on Sabine and Leah - and not necessarily for the right reasons. Ordinarily, stares followed Sabine wherever she went at school, as the queen bee of the Junior class. Everyone either hated her or wanted to be her - wanted to be her friend or date her or just be noticed by her. And as for Leah, the attention she tended to receive was usually of shock at her stature, or jealousy at her sheer physical prowess - and occasionally, a bit of fear. 

But this, this was new. It wasn’t jealousy or envy or admiration or longing. The giggles and the smiles directed their way, the gasps and the phones being whipped out, capturing the footage - they weren’t positive attention. Jyoti Singh, the most popular girl of the sophomore class, shook her head as she gazed at them. “Poor things,” she said, her voice dripping with fake sympathy - as the hyenas surrounding her hung on her every word. “I can’t imagine. The entire world finding out you’re a cuck. It’s so unfair, but I guess not everyone is cut out for the pressure.” 

Jyoti sighed. “And it wasn’t like they were handling the stress well during the contest, with Sabine flaking right before victory, and Leah… If there was ever a poster child for a future villainness,” she tsk’ed. 

[@PatientBean][@Blizz]: As Millie and Marlena were chatting, the carnival continued to bustle with activity all around them. They were somewhat in the epicenter of it all, able to see the various offerings, from club booths and nervous parents applying to PTA membership to activities that would have been fantastical and bizarre at an average school, but were unexceptional here at Avengers Academy. However, as much as that was a benefit to them, it was also a curse. They were exposed, vulnerable, and the perfect target for [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c5e6b-6a4c-70a8-8b0f-ba1169ef3090.webp]dwarven sophomore[/url]. 

She was approximately four feet tall, with a lengthy blonde beard done into about a dozen braids, about the same length braided as the rest of her hair. Her eyebrows were bushy with a natural scar, and even concealed underneath her Minnesota Frost jersey, her muscles were palpable. In her hand was a clipboard, and her steel grey eyes glinted as she approached her prey. 

She cleared her throat, but even that didn’t help her voice, which sounded like it belonged to a smoker. “They always underestimate us, don’t they?” she opened, beginning her sales pitch. “Assume we aren’t capable of shit, just because we’re young, and pretty, and female,” she scoffed. “Doesn’t it make you want to just fucking [i]scream?[/i]” 

She turned the clipboard around, a pen attached to it. “Name’s Natmokara Bitterfinger. And I’m going to get us a fucking women’s hockey team here at AA if it’s the last thing I do.”

[@Forsythe]: “Goons?” Abby Smith repeated, their eyes wide for a moment. The rest of the Unity Squad went still, all of them looking at Vicky, processing what she had said. And then, then they started to laugh. Momchil had to fly back down to the ground to maintain his balance. 

“You’re hilarious, I don’t know why people say you have the humor of a tin can,” Momchil said, shaking his head as he giggled. “Us? Goons? Incredible.”

“Yeah, if anyone was going to be the goon here, it’d be the one who–” Sveva started to say, only to be elbowed harshly by Rada, “--is named Gideon!” she recovered, her face bright red in embarrassment.

Awkwardness aside, though, Vicky managed to execute her repulsor field, sending the snowballs right back at the Mighty Marvels in groups of three. Her laser eyes, however, needed a bit of work - while she was able to eliminate most of the snowballs coming her way with them, her aim was a little bit off - probably due to the irregular movements and unpredictable nature of her opponents throwing them. The few that she missed, Sveva was able to take care of, and the other girl beamed. 

“Hey, you guys wanna check out the tubing set-up?” Abby then asked. “Vicky, wanna come with?” They’d been at the snowball fight for a while, and as fun as it was, they were starting to get pretty tired. 

“Quitters,” Arsene scoffed - even though his own cheeks were tinged red, and his team had been thoroughly shut down in their offense.  


[@Kirah]: For about thirty seconds, Gideon tried to leave, rushing off after Andy in slow motion - before suddenly speeding back up, nearly tripping over her own feet as her perception of time stabilized. She almost skidded as she caught back up to Andy, finding the ruins of the hot cocoa station - a few employees looked beyond stressed out, as they fixed up the tables and got the toppings set up once more, and started heating up fresh water for a group of grouchy and entitled freshmen. However, that wasn’t what caught Gideon’s attention. 

She licked her finger, before holding it up to the wind. She then sniffed, and closed her eyes, concentrating, before flinging her hand out and pointing at nothing in particular. “Some bullshit happened here,” she concluded seriously. 

As if there wasn’t a gigantic ice slide right in front of them that led to the roof. 

[hider=Notes][u]The Mighty Marvels[/u]
Arsène Lane (senior) (he/him) - drains people of their energy and can redirect it into himself or allies, and has proposed marriage to Dorian Gray
Emily Colter (sophomore) (she/they) - psychic specializing in making you move very slow 
Paul Feigenbaum (senior) (he/him) - just a boy with a spear 
Xènia Papadopoulos (senior) (she/her) - siren who loves to make you love her 
Salah Qadir (sophomore) (they/them) - can scoop up light like its a solid object and eat it to heal themself 

[u]The Unity Squad[/u]
Momchil Angelov (senior) (they/them) - a bird-person, armed with bow and arrows
Sveva Akerman (freshman) (she/her) - laser eyes like Cyclops
Jyoti Singh (sophomore) (she/her) - the most popular girl of the sophomore class, flight and weather manipulation like Storm
Rada Sternberg (freshman) (she/her) - metal form and super strength like Colossus
Abby Smith (freshman) (they/them) - eats energy like it’s candy, becomes fucking yoked[/hider]

[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=42A9FF]April Kingston-Gray[/color] & [color=ed1c24]Percy Novikov[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c6417-1d84-7111-9c2e-0899cf8b67a8.webp[/img]
[hr][b]Location:[/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival 
[b]Magic Items:[/b] [color=42A9FF]Kingston-Gray Bracelet, River Styx Water, Hair Dying Comb[/color] | [color=ed1c24]Mystery watch from Agatha Harkness, Dorian sex bracelet[/color]
[b]First Day Fit:[/b] April - [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0288-fffb-75e9-a893-c52428fffbb6.webp]Denim jumpsuit and shorts[/url], [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0289-6076-72bb-aa81-e8cae051d70b.webp]pink streaked hair and orange tinted sunglasses[/url] -> [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c3a11-8fe5-71ba-906d-2ebd14b26a91.webp]Twink Elsa[/url] | Percy - [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c0287-4435-7608-82b5-0b29272f9040.webp]Black Hoodie, Jeans, and Vans[/url][hr][/center]

April was used to Dorian possessing them - used to him taking over to get them out of a mess they’d made or prevent them from creating one in the first place. So as they felt the familiar vibration settle into their bones as their brother took over, they didn’t fight it. They didn’t protest that Dorian had declared they were in time out, if anything letting out a slight sigh of relief that they didn’t have to make decisions for a while, and could instead just take a back seat and spectate. 

[color=42A9FF][i]Be careful of Amelie with the ice!![/i][/color] they urged as they were still holding the baby dragon, completely side stepping the comment about whether or not they’d taken their current outfit from Dorian’s closet. Ice was swirling around them in a way they’d never tried before, a scene from [i]Frozen[/i] playing out in a way that made them feel violently ill for a brief moment, anticipating a dress… only to instead end up in something much more masculine. The dysphoria evaporated away, allowing April to relax once more as their brother manipulated the rest of the snow, doing a better job than they’d been able to and refreshing the winter wonderland. 

[color=42A9FF][i]Thanks, Dori. I owe you.[/i][/color]

[Color=CC99FF]”Yeah yeah I know. What's a big brot'er for anyway?”[/color] Dorian said outloud. It'd been a minute since Percy and Danni had gone off, even longer since Chase and Percy had, and with Dorian's phone being in the Astral at the moment, he couldn't very well check it. So, he'd have to take a page out of Bobby's book. He placed one hand behind him and another out front, creating a platform of ice as he used the frosty jets to propel him forward and upwards until he made it to the schools roof, a massive ice slide now connecting it to the ground below. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Perce, we good to do Festivities or you need a little more time? “[/color] Even in April's body, Dorian naturally fell to the way he stood when still. 

[color=42A9FF][i]…How long are you possessing me for?

Also you’re only a few months older than me.[/i][/color]

Percy glanced up, confused to hear April’s voice, but combined with Dorian’s speech patterns and posture. He was still on the ground holding Danni’s hand, his eyes red and puffy from crying, but the tears had stopped for the most part. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the new outfit and the squirming dragon, until he realized Dorian was just possessing his sister. 

[color=ed1c24]“I’m okay,”[/color] Percy forced himself up to his feet, still sniffling. [color=ed1c24]“There’s no more surprises, right?”[/color] he asked somewhat weakly.

Dorian handed Amélie over to Danni, gently plopping the rambunctious dragon into his lap as he spied the held hands. [Color=CC99FF]”Not t'at I planned. Oh, well your gift of course but t'at's just general birt'day t'ing's.”[/color] He stepped off of the ice slide and onto the roof in full, sliding back out of April as he did so, now that Amélie wasnt in his hands. 

He managed to keep himself from grimacing as he was informed there was still more birthday things to do. Percy wasn’t surprised to hear that Dorian had gotten him a gift, he’d expected it - he just hated celebrating his birthday and after everything that had happened in the short maybe thirty minutes he’d been on campus, he’d had his fill of birthday fun for the year. He dried his eyes on the sleeve of his hoodie, before remembering the card and picking it up. [color=ed1c24]“Can I put this in your tote?”[/color] he asked, handing the card over to Dorian - and then the beanie April had made as well. 

Dorian took the beanie and put it on Percy's head, pocketing the card in his tote as asked. [Color=CC99FF]”We can put all your gifts you get today in ‘ere. Make it easy so we aren't carryin’ not'in’ around.”[/color] He didn't ask about the card, but God's did he want to. 

Percy immediately wanted to take the beanie off. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it - he secretly did - he just didn’t want to walk around with cat ears on at the carnival. His face was flushed and red, and maybe he was just feeling hyper sensitive after seeing Chase again, but he couldn’t help the feeling that he’d be made fun of for wearing it. 

[color=42A9FF]“Awww, you look so cute!! Def a femboy,”[/color] April beamed, looking on over from where they were giving Amelie some scritches. 

[color=ed1c24]“… Do I have to?”[/color] he whispered to Dorian, regretting that he hadn’t taken his yamaka from his mother earlier. 

Dorian nodded at the question. Of course he'd have to wear it. Besides, it would make his birthday pics that much cuter as they went about the day. 

Percy’s shoulders slumped. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Let's go. I wanna do some ice skatin’ before t'e concert tonight.”[/color] 

He raised an eyebrow. [color=ed1c24]“I don’t know how to ice skate. Are you going to show me how?”[/color] His mind conjured up an image of Dorian tugging him around the ice, guiding him with his arms around him. That didn’t sound too bad. 

[Color=CC99FF]”Perce. You're Russian. What do you mean you don't know?”[/color] Dorian shook his head before making his way near the slide. [Color=CC99FF]”Yeah I'll show you.”[/color]
 
Percy hesitated for a moment, about to go join Dorian to go down the ice slide - his nerves were shot from everything that had happened and he didn't actually want to try another jump right now - before looking back at Danni. He didn't like feeling like he was about to abandon him right after they'd had their first fight - first fight as friends, at least. [color=ed1c24]“I do still want to hang out with you today,"[/color] he said softly. [color=ed1c24]“I hope you're not upset that I'm going to go spend some time with Dorian."[/color]