"Well you know, I'm sure that if we talked this through, we could really just clear all this under the rug right?" A ever bright and cheery smile adorned Matthew's face as he talked to the guard who was had a firm grasp on Matthew's arm as he led him through the halls. "I mean, I haven't even been in here that long, and there's no real re-"

"Shut up." The guard growled out, "You've been chosen for the Sunday Community Room, so just shut up and let me bring you there." 

"Aright! Alright!" Matthew said, as he tilted his head backwards to look up towards the guard. "I just thought that ma-"

"No. No more talking" The guard clamped down on Matthew's arm harder. "Here. Just get in there and bug them, if I'm lucky, you'll piss them off enough for one of them to use their freak powers to kill you." The guard shoved Matthew forward and into the common room.

"Well, that wasn't very nice at all!" Matthew grumbled, "If I still had my bat, I could teach you a lesson..." A pout on his face, he shook his head and a a bright smile soon reappeared. "Oh well! Time to make new friends!" 

Matthew looked up to get a full look at where he had just stumbled in. There were several people in the room, one was drawing what looked to be a very pretty picture, another seemed to be playing a kind of wonderful music piece, and the others were talking about... something? Oooh, and there was someone reading the back. It was clear to Matthew that he should play it calm, and make a nice subtle and causal entrance. Doing so would no doubt win him points with the reader and the musician, and allow him to easily enter the conversation that was occurring in front of him.

"HI THERE!" Matthew shouted as he fully leaped into the centre of the room, "MY NAME IS MATTHEW! HOW ARE YOU?"