Main Roleplay

Starting at 6:00

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After situating herself with Kasey, and a quick fly-by around New York, Nikol landed back in her room, having left the window open. She had landed just as Leia announced the team training, then went downstairs, having already changed and prepped herself for the day.

Nikol's room was bare, being a new arrival. Her duffel bag was half-emptied, empty meaning that she piled them over the carpet floor. Her skateboard lay beside the door, which she laid her trash-can lid beside. She exited her room, heading towards the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Nikol quickly observed the placement and organization of the room. She took a mug and poured herself coffee, opening two sugar packets and poured a dab of milk into it. As she walked back out to sit at one of the tables, Nikol grabbed a banana.

Matt sat at in the kitchen, she had a newspaper sitting in front of her and she was reading up on the happenings in the world, she too had coffee sitting in front of her and every once in a while she would turn the page. "Russia, you need to step up your game," she said this with a slightly sorrowful tone, as she still loved her homeland.

Scarlet gathered up a bunch of papers from a basket, they were worksheets, the red head began to grade them with a navy pen, after a few papers she took out a flash from her leather jacket and took a drink. Deciding that they would start off reading a classic piece of literature, which piece, she wasn't sure of, maybe she would take a vote.

Just as Scarlet took a drink from her flask Jack was walking by, he stopped only for a moment to say, "Don't get carried away, Turner," and continue walking. The tall man who stood at a whopping six foot six sat in his chair slightly irked how it definitely was made for someone shorter than himself. Jack leaned forward and began typing up some lesson plans for World History and plans for the first day of Art.

Leia grabbed a handful of grapes before hurrying up the stairs to stop by Scarlet's classroom. She popped her head in, ignoring Jack. "Kaseyneedsyoutofillinforherforteamtrainingmeetmedownintenminutes," she said this so fast she was out the door only moments after entering. She ran down the stairs to the Danger Room, losing a few grapes along the way.

After passing the palm scan and such to get into the control panel, Leia ran up the stairs and slid into the chair, beginning to set some sequences.

Scarlet sighed and gathered her things, she soon arrived in the control panel, "Hey, what is on the agenda?" she asked, sitting next to the girl, one that looked at the two might find it a little comedic to see the girl with red hair working next to the girl with blue hair. "Rather, what do you need me to do?"

Dorian tapped his foot impatiently, sitting in the dining room. He kept looking over at Chorus, who had also arrived early. Chorus rested his head on his hand, looking staring down a cup of chai tea, wearing an explicitly uninterested look.
Dorian had gone to Chorus' room, the night before, long after Ellis had left. They shared a correspondence, of sorts. A few peers on their way to their rooms had seen him enter the other male's room. He had heard Tara whispering with some friends as he walked by her in the foyer, this morning. He truly hoped she didn't do it purposefully, but it sounded as though she was spreading rumors of a certain nature.
Dorian looked down at the dining table, his face a deep pink. He found Islington Ashford attractive, sure, but nothing even close to that kind of event occurred. Surely Chorus had heard what others were saying. His hearing was supposed to be at inhuman levels, right?
He actually almost laughed, thinking about the 'head' Tara had thrown at Pol while they were in the park. It was a fake, wax, he assumed. The 'blood' had been corn syrup, as well. Dorian let his eyes wander back over to the plutocrat. How could he be so unfazed? More than that, how could be so cold twenty-four seven?
Chorus suddenly turned to him, his eyes distant, unfocused. "Please, calm yourself," he said, carefully. "Your heart is beating very rapidly. It's rhythm isn't right, either." Dorian's blush returned, putting his hand over his cardiac, pretending to be confused. "I might have that looked at," Chorus sighed, neutrally, returning to the teacup's steaming judgement.

Aaron wakes up, his eyes blinking in the darkness of his room. He sits up, rubbing the sleep away as he yawned. His hair a mess. He stood up, popping his neck and his back along with it. After a few moments of stretching, he yawned again and began going through his dresser. Pulling out a plain black and grey Argyle sweater, khaki joggers, and a pair of worn out all black chuck taylors. He laid them on his bed, and removed his phone from it's charger on the wall. Turning it on, the first thing he saw was his and Ellie's goodnight messages to each other from late last night. He smiled as he tossed it onto the bed, leaving the room and heading to the showers. He exited after about fifteen minutes, with a towel around his waist. He entered his room, partial grey sunlight, due to the overcast skies draping on the floor and wall opposite of the window. He got dressed, grabbed his backpack, phone, and earbuds, and left his room. Heading to Ellie's. After walking from the boys, to the girls dorm, he knocked on her door lightly.

Unfortunately, Ellie had much more trouble waking up. She had woken when her alarm clock sounded, of course, but hit snooze one-too-many times. Ellie blinked her eyes open when Dylan had knocked on her door. After staring at her alarm clock for nearly a minute, she shot up.

"Aw, crap!" She hissed to herself, quickly going in between her vanity desk and her closet in an effort to rapidly change. "One second!" Ellie called to Dylan, her voice croaking as it recovered from her slumber.

"All good." Dylan said, laughing as he leaned against the wall next to the door. "Good thing I came, huh?" He said, through the door. He stood with his arms crossed, music playing out of one earbud in his right ear.

Ellie laughed to herself as she hopped into jeans, a low thumping sound echoing from her room. Tying her bed-hair into a ponytail, she opened the door, panting slightly.

"Record time," She breathed with a smile, then darted back to pick up her backpack and her phone. Ellie slung her bag over her shoulder, holding her phone with one hand.

"Ready." Ellie affirmed, closing the door behind her as she exited her dorm.

"Ready." Dylan agreed, laughing as he removed the single earbud, wrapping the cord around his phone and sticking it back into his pocket. "Sleep well?" He asked, putting his hand in hers as they began to walk to class. Even half awake, and hair a mess she was gorgeous. How did she do it?

The blonde wore a gray sweater on top of a collared denim shirt, which showed underneath the sweater. Paired with it was black jeans and brown moccasin slippers.

Ellie yawned, covering her mouth, "Yeah, I guess. Whatever sleep qualifies as on school nights." She stated, then looked up at Dylan, "What about you?"

"Eh, I stayed up and watched netflix for a while after you went to sleep." He admitted, shrugging. "I'll probably sleep in one of my classes today." He laughed, squeezing her hand lightly as they walked.

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"Go downstairs and tell them we're gonna be doing team drills. Like... kindergarten team work stuff. If they say it's lame, tell them to shut up or I'll come down and smack them myself," Leia muttered, leaning back from the control panel. "I'll be down in a sec."

Kasey sat in her classroom, looking over her notes for her History of the X-Gene class. She knew not many would be there, since it was for those not taking Team-Training, but it would still be what the Team-Trainers were taught.

Emily walked quietly down the hall, wearing a long grey sweater and jeans with grey high tops. Her light blue bag was swung over one shoulder and her dark brown hair was clipped to one side to keep it out of her face. She walked quietly into the kitchen to grab a thing of yogurt before heading to class.

Delilah sat in front of her mirror, applying a light bit of make-up. Despite the cold temperatures, she wore a black tank top with dark bluejeans. An over sized sweatshirt hung on her chair, representing the school with a huge navy blue X on the front. She put her hair into a pony tail after putting on the sweatshirt, swinging a messenger bag over her shoulder she headed out of her room.

Max was already downstairs waiting for team training. She had on a black, long sleeve shirt with the shoulders missing; denim shorts with torn leggings; combat boots that went to her mid-calf; and black gages in each ear. Her dark purple hair was in a messy ponytail, the bangs almost covering her eyes.

Margaret outside the hall of Kasey's class, reading over the assigned reading that she had never done the night before. She had on blue jeans and tennis shoes with a Xavier varsity jacket over an Imagine Dragons t-shirt. Her hair was in double braids, making her look younger than she actually was.

"Alright," Scarlet went back downstairs, stopping in the kitchen, "Team Training, cmon, she has some cutesy stuff picked out, let's go, go, go!" That was relatively the same message she sent while walking up to the dorms.
Matt was one of the first to show up at the Danger Room, wearing a pair of sweatpants and paired with a black shirt both of which were flame retardant.

Ellie rolled her eyes, "I'm not going to give you the notes you miss when you're dozing off." She stated as they began to walk down the stairs to the first floor. The two began to head to the group gathering for team training.

Delilah followed in after Ellie, but headed into the Girls' Locker Room to put her stuff into her gym locker. She reappeared moments later, the sweatshirt off.

Leia walked down, meeting the students. She leaned against a wall as she waited for everyone, popping a piece of gum into her mouth.

"I can always count on you." He grinned, looking ahead as they got closer to the gathering. Their hands still intertwined as they arrived. "Why does this have to be our first class?" He muttered, yawning again as he looked at Ellie.

"Why do we have to be prepared for anything is what I hear," Leia dragged sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Ellie snickered at Leia's response to Dylan, then gave him a shrug. "What are we doing today?" She asked Leia.

"Basic team exercises. Stuff to help you guys in trusting each other, stuff like that. Nothing too exciting today," Leia responded.

Dylan turned pale and looked away, his anxiety level boosting after being confronted like that by Leia. Why did people have to do that? It killed him inside to be judged by anyone like that, no matter how minuscule it made him feel like total shit. He cleared his throat and continued listening to the two in silence.

Ellie glanced at him and gave his hand a small squeeze in reassurance. "Are we splitting into teams?" She asked Leia. Ellie was one who liked to clarify instructions and information before actually starting it.

Dylan smiled lightly at Ellie's gesture, returning the small squeeze as he looked away from Leia and the other people in the room, down at the ground at his feet. He hoped this class would be over soon, he hated anything to do with group activities, with a burning passion.