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Marie flipped over on the couch and sat on her knees, laying her head in her arms as she leaned against the back part of it. "Esta bien,"[Trans: It's good/fine./"Its all good."] she spoke, smiling softly. Her laying in wait had made her sleepy too. It showed in her soft but shiny eyes.

Marie remembered Arkell's comment from earlier about Austin Powers and went ahead and stuck that DVD in went Logan had left. It was a welcome favorite that most people liked so it seemed right to appeal to whomever shows up's interests.

Rolling over to the rightful sitting position, Marie hit the play button on the remote. People would probably arrive during the previews or not at all. "Pop a squat," Marie waved to the couch she was one and pointed out other love seats and couches in the entertainment area. Silently, she hoped Logan would sit with her, but she knew better than that. Marie wanted to Logan to have fun not be stressed out about accidently touching people.

Tess smiled as Marie told them something in Spanish, and then told them to sit as Austin Powers was put on. He watched Arkell bound over and plop down on her portion of the couch, and he eyed the last seat warily, before glancing away with a light frown. He wanted to sit next to Marie, but if he fell asleep... She'd be the first to be able to freak out, and he'd risk picking up on her private memories. Besides, he still didn't know what to figure about his sudden 'cold' ability he seemed to have picked up from Aki. He rubbed at a temple momentarily, before wandering to his own seat and resting down, carefully not touching any portion of the couch.

Logan had practice with this. After waking from his coma, he practiced himself in these sorts of things. Sitting up straight was no challenge unless you were tired and your head couldn't touch the couch at all. However, he sat as comfortably as he could while doing just that, his attention moving to the movie screen. "I invited Sam, along the way, but he seemed to have a training thing to do. I don't know if he would make it. He was curious about you." he informed Marie before the movie could quite start.

(( gonna see if Hep'll post soon before I do one for Tess ))

Sam returned Logan's wave, saying, "I'll try to be there, if I have time!"

As his new friend disappeared into the training center, Mako nudged the young Empath with her elbow. "Don't just stand there, Sam," she said, "Let's not keep Mrs. Ishida waiting any longer." The two mutants entered the building before them, greeted almost immediately by the head nurse.

"Oh, good," she began in her usual motherly voice. "You've finally arrived." Mrs. Ishida looked to Sam and asked, "Might I inquire as to why you skipped training this afternoon?"

"I'm not sure," replied the violet-locked student. "Something exhausted me around lunchtime. My memory's a little fuzzy, though."

Mrs. Ishida nodded and opened the door to the Healer Training Room. "Either way, let's begin your training, shall we?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sam smiled slightly, walking into the large chamber. He untied the bow in his hair, removed the belts crossed around his chest, and unbuckled his belt shirt, placing the aforementioned articles on a table next to the door. The head nurse approached the small laptop computer connected by a thin wire to a practice dummy in the center of the room and placed her index finger on a small pad located in the bottom-left corner of the keyboard area. There was a beep confirming her identity, followed by the screen lighting up, forming an array of text boxes containing various numbers and symbols.

"Okay," said Mrs. Ishida as Mako entered the training room, closing the door behind her. "We're going to start with a small wound in the chest." She pressed a few keys, signalling the dummy's simulation. After the injury took shape, she added, "Go ahead."

While the nurse moved to a table holding the small vials of healing medication used in this training, Sam moved to face the practice dummy. He placed his hand just below the wound and closed his eyes. There was a small flash of light as the dummy's wound stitched itself together and a similar injury appeared on Sam's chest. The only difference was the blood emanating from the new laceration. Having gone through this training as much as he did, Sam wasn't fazed. Mrs. Ishida walked briskly toward the purple-haired teen, a syringe full of medicine in her hand. She was surprised to see what was happening to Sam's wound. It had started to heal on its own. Muscle and flesh were sewing back together, closing at a rapid pace. Within thirty seconds, there was nothing left of the injury.

"Very interesting," Mrs. Ishida said, her hand on her chin thoughtfully. "It looks like your mutation has evolved. It appears you won't be needing this medicine now." She returned to the vial-bearing table to pour the fluid from the syringe back into its original vessel.

It was then that Sam's hand flew to his head. He grimaced in pain as his mind became a tempest of forgotten memories. Images flashed by of Sergey and Marie. Being raised off of his feet by the avian mutant. Being cast aside by the same person like a rag doll. That wonderfully melodic voice flowing from the young woman seated on the piano bench...

Mako's voice cut through the haze of thoughts, her concern for Sam's well-being crystal clear. "Are you okay, Sam?"

The self-healing Empath slowly shook his head to clear his mind. "Yeah," he said, taking in a deep breath. His accent began to re-emerge as he continued, "I...ngh...I'm fine. Just some locked memories breaking their barrier."

"Sam... Are you sure you're alright?"

"Aye. Everything's okay. Don't worry." Sam shook his head again, clearing the last of the mental fog.

Presently, Mrs. Ishida returned to the student. "Hm, what do you say we call tonight's training exercise finished? You don't appear to be in a suitable state. With your power, I need you with a completely clear head."

"I'm alright, Mrs. Ishida."

"You say you are," Mako interjected, "but I can tell you aren't."

"Sam." Mrs. Ishida spoke again. "We'll test the extent of your healing ability tomorrow. I trust you'll be there this time?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sam sighed and approached the table next to the training room's door. He fastened his shirt, crossed his belts over his chest, and tied the bow back into his hair. "I'll see you tomorrow." Sam opened the door and strode quickly toward Dormitory Building A. Once he arrived, the boy looked at the clock just inside. It was about eight o'clock. The violet-locked teen found his way to the common room occupied by Logan, Marie, and a girl he had never met. "Good evening, friends," he said quietly, addressing the trio of students with a smile that didn't reflect the disturbance in his mind. "I hope you don't mind if I join you."

Speak of the devil, Sam arrived and Marie peeked up over to couch to welcome him. "Oh, hey Sam! Glad you could make it," smiled greeted with a smile.

Right after, another guy entered that Marie recognized from one of her classes. "Hello! Umm... Will, correcto [trans: Correct?]" Marie asked politely. "We're having a little Austin Powers movie party. Grab some snack and a seat."

Marie looked to Logan and Arkell a moment. "Oh! Este...er ... this," she reminded herself to use English, "This is Arkell, and Will, this is Logan. They're my teammates." Marie motioned it each person as she spoke.

Logan looked up when Sam addressed them, and he nodded to the other boy, examining him a moment. And then another male stumbled in and commented on the movie night choice. Marie introduced he and Arkell to the newcomers, and when Will offered his hand, Logan took it into his own, gloved, hand and shook it lightly. "I apologize if I seemed rude at dinner." he murmured, recognizing the other as the last to sit down at his table before he thought it was too much. "I was a bit tired and needed a break."

Logan pulled his hand away and waved it to the various couches and such. "Please, take a seat and join us." he offered, his attention soon returning to the movie.

"Arkell, eh?" Sam mused, giving the girl a smile. "I suppose I'll have to remember that name. It's a very nice one, I must say." He quickly made his way across the viewers' line of sight, taking a seat in a chair not far from where Marie was sitting. He leaned close to her ear for a moment, whispering, "When the movie's over, Marie, I'll need to talk to you about something." He returned to a proper stance, giving her a friendly smile, and focused on the television screen.

Some time during the movie, Logan got up and rested a hand on Marie's shoulder, before he left the room. It was a fun movie, but he was tired and needed more of a break and a chance to mentally prepare himself for the next day of school. On his way out, he glanced off to the Medical Facility for a moment before he headed over. There was a woman at the front desk whom he spoke to for a little while, explaining a few things that he felt were out of place, and she took notes down so they could keep an eye on him if things progressed further.

Feeling a little more relieved, he finally trudged back to his room, changed into memory-free pajamas after a quick shower in his bathroom, and then he was asleep in bed with his alarm set for the morning.


Tess frowned at Sergey, leaning against the doorframe a little, before he hefted a bit of a sigh and wandered further into the room, slowly. He'd almost fallen over several times just trying to get the pants on. He wandered over to the nurse, and she looked to him curiously.
"When am I allowed out of here?" the boy asked, almost irritably. He was tired, he was uncomfortable, and he just wanted to go to bed and think it was all a bad dream.

The nurse seemed a little taken-aback, but she looked at a paper for a moment before looking back to him. "Ah... As soon as you'd like. We have extra clothes for you, in case you stay in this form..." her voice trailed off as Tess tromped over to Sergey, punched him for envying something he had no control of, nor did he really want, and then he tromped out of the room, focusing on where he stepped so he didn't fall over.

His hand throbbed uncomfortably, something he'd never had to experience in his stronger, lupine, form. Colored lips frowned against pale skin as wolfish green orbs scowled. He gave up on feeling a meek discomfort, and decided he was fully uncomfortable and would act upon that until he was back to normal. Sergey's comment had decided that, and also decided his action to punch the bird-boy. Here he was, uncomfortable and cold and -different- and normal in the same instance, and the other had to comment like it was a -good- thing he changed... like it was planned.


(( Can everyone start wrapping up evenings so we can start the next day soon? ))