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"Baruch Atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech Ha'olam, Shechehimanu Veki'imanu Vehigiyanu B'azman Hazeh."
Meaning: Praised are You, Lord our God, who has kept us alive until this moment. Hebraic prayer said on reaching a special occasion or turning point in one's life.

Erensii Rosale finished his quiet phrase, opened his eyes, and looked up through the thin umbrella keeping him out of the rain to watch the transport helicopter depart. It really was horrible out, not a day for any sort of life-changing advancements, but what choice did he have? His parents had arranged everything and he was not going to complain. Plus, it was the chance to meet new people.

Making sure to keep his book by his side and out of the rain, the seventeen-year-old walked down the path and stared up at the two-story building in front of him. A quick peek at the map confirmed that it was in fact the cafeteria, something he would be looking forward to as soon as he found out where he could drop off this bag that...must weigh a good thirty. Standing still to look around him, he found the building that was noted as the office peeking out from behind the cafeteria and headed towards it, grayed hair falling back as he walked.

On reaching the office he was quickly shuttled through one or two staff members, pointed towards a dorm building, given a card and paper with scheduling on it, and sent off. Well, at least it was quick. I don't feel like staying around for too long in an admin building, so let's see this room. Pocketing the card and paper, he moved down to his dorm building and swiped in, then moved through to his room and pulled open the blinds to look out on the island. Looks peaceful, and... The sound of his stomach whining cut away the rest of his thought. Dropping his bag by the bed, he walked back into the outer doorway, popped open his umbrella, and moved outside. In a few moments he was through the dining hall's entrance.

[[Hello people.]]

Candice was now sitting alone drinking coffee at a separate table. Her hair fell over her eyes as she wondered why Matt wouldn't tell her in person. She wanted to send her mother a picture of them. Lite had died and Matt left, so how was she going to remember them now. Candice looked at her coffee before noticing a new face. Her eyes brightened as she stood up. She wasn't looking for a replacement for Matt and Lite, she justed wanted to make sure he felt happy, and make a new friend as well.

She walked over to Erensii who had just entered the eating area and smiled at him than bowing politely. "My name's Candice Centennial team 4 junior year, it's so great to meet you." Candice's eyes shined and her smile stretched. "What about you?"

Making a short bow in return, he looked at the girl who had just approached him. "Erensii. Erensii Rosale." Thinking over the last words she had said, he slipped his hand into his pocked and pulled out the folded piece of paper from before. "Senior year, and team..." Looking over it, he located the line that stated his team. "Team 1. Good to meet you as well." Looking over the people in the cafeteria, his eye was caught by what he had come here for, originally: the food. "Is there anything good to eat here? I'm starving."

Slowly, he turned back to a space he had just glanced over, noticing something odd. "And um...I'm not sure if I should be asking this, but - is that guy who's sleeping in his steak doing okay?" Well, that's a strange enough start. I guess the other students here all have changes as well, of some sort. Another slight turn revealed to his eyes a girl who seemed to be stuck partly into her chair. Not going to ask. Not going to ask.

((Sorry for my absence, but I had quite a bit of difficulty trying to write for Sam. I'll try to be active again.))

Sam nodded to Will as his teammate took a seat at his table. He could tell that the other teen didn't feel like talking, so the empath remained silent, choosing to shift his gaze to the cafeteria's glass door and watch the rain fall. The aquatic projectiles appeared to be passing Sam's line of view less frequently than they had on the beach. As soon as he noticed it, however, the pace quickened once again.

Sam's trance was not broken by the opening of the portals to the natural world to grant another student shelter from the depressing weather. He continued staring into space until he heard Alwyn's scream. As the sound cut through the dull roar of the cafeteria, the boy shot from his seat and darted toward his friend's table, wondering if there was anything he actually could do to help, given the girl's current predicament. "Are you alright, Alwyn?" he asked. "Er, as alright as you can be in your situation?" Sam's concern was evident on his youthful visage, as well as his knowledge of the fact that he could only offer words of encouragement.

Candice waved to him and sighed quietly to herself. She started to the table next to her and sat down at it. Candice removed a piece of paper and began to draw several stick figures which if you looked closely you could tell they were actually body graphs for an actual picture.

Candice hummed childishly and started to smile. "Eh, Sh-shirotabi." She said quietly as her bag shuffled and a rabbit popped it's head up."

Well, doesn't take an expert to figure that out... Will rolled his eyes, and stopped when he saw the girl flash out of existence and back again. Interesting... He held out his hand. "Grab on, but I can't guarantee my hands are solid," he said. They were. His hands weren't oily or anything like that, and he, most certainly, could not go through objects. "Do whatever you did before?" he suggested lamely.

"Err..." Will said when Alwyn's hand passed through his. The girl's ability must be passing through solid objects, he decided. "No problem." From Sam's response, it seemed the girl's name was Alwyn. As to the girl's question of what was happening, he had no idea. Maybe she was tired, or perhaps, she was losing control. That did seem to happen to mutants, himself included.