[center][color=00ffff][h2][i][b]Victoria van Dyne[/b][/i][/h2][/color][hr][color=00ffff][b]Location: [/b][/color][color=ffc0cb]Fairgrounds[/color]
[color=00ffff][b]Equipment / items: [/b][/color][color=ffc0cb]N/A[/color]
[color=00ffff][b]Powers / skills: [/b][/color][color=ffc0cb]N/A[/color][/center][hr][color=ffc0cb]Vicky raised an eyebrow at the outburst of giggles. [/color][I][color=00ffff]How was that funny...? Nevermind, roll with it.[/color][/i] [color=ffc0cb]She thought, briefly thinking of consulting urban dictionary before deciding that perhaps ignorance was bliss. She looked at the direction of the tubing setup at the invitation, and then at the Mighty Marvels, wondering whether she was done tearing the legs off of these ants.

Alas, the sensors in her hand servos were starting to scream about overheating - They were designed for sustained use of a single Mk I generator. The six Mk IIs she put on her hands had double the output, and the heat was building up. She needed a cooldown, and the radiant heat was starting to melt all of the snow clinging to her.[/color]

[Color=00ffff]"Maybe in a bit, not dressed up for the occasion. This sludge is starting to melt so I better bugger off and loose these layers before I turn into a walking wet t-shirt contest."[/color] [color=ffc0cb]she frowned at the thought, dusting the snow off as best as she could and putting her jacket back on, buttoning up. She gave both teams a two fingered salute, picked up her bag and headed towards Stark Hall.

On her way up the stairs, she grumbled about being put even higher up than her last room. Small miracle that this quarter she intended to sink into her research rather than tinkering, which could be done in the room rather than the workshop. Otherwise, Vicky would have seriously considered flying up and down using the window.

A quick change into more winter appropriate outfit later, she was back at the fairgrounds. The pull of just plastering her research notes all over the walls and sinking back to it was strong, but she did want to check out the clubs, since Vision's idea of a sci-fi club turned out to be a joke.

The magic club looked like just an extracurricular class in magic. A class Victoria did not sign up for on purpose. She was tackling magic as a physics problem, and she did not want mysticism to poison her research.

In the end she signed up for gymnastics again. Her new core would need a bunch of instances to optimize her locomotion algorithms, as those developed by the former Ultron core were not compatible. There was someone nearby going on a rant about a hockey team, and Vicky wanted to avoid making eye contact, but a name was dropped that registered, and her eyes went to the person.

From afar, Marlena Evans looked quite unremarkable. Which was good! Unremarkable meant that likely there would be no drama.[/color] [color=00ffff][i]Then again, Ed looked unremarkable to me too, right until he [b]wasn't[/b].[/i][/color] [color=ffc0cb]Tori thought as she walked over, giving Marlena, the blonde she seemed to hang out with and the dwarf that was feeding them paperwork a wave.[/color] [color=00ffff]"Hi. Apologies for butting in, but I overheard your name. I'm Victoria van Dyne, looks like we'll be roommates this quarter."[/color] [color=ffc0cb]she introduced herself, offering a hand.[/color]