1st Night; OPEN

[savingdestroyer]

Who: Allen Walker and OPEN
What:  Attempting to do homework
When:  Sunday
Where: Xavier's Academy, library

[Allen was in the library of the school, desperately trying to get caught up on his homework. The problem of not only never being in America before AND the fact his amount of education was extremely limited made him very much behind everyone else

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[pandora_repress]

[After returning a book, Vanessa wandered around the library a bit, thinking of taking the time to sit in the library and study. The food cartons are really what gives her pause first, and she is tempted to sort of lecture the kid about eating in a library of all places, but decides against it when she hears him]

Hey... Do you... Need any help with that?

[savingdestroyer]

Eh?

[He'll look up from the book at Vanessa. He looks a bit sheepish and rubs the back of his neck]

Ah...thank you, but it's okay. I wouldn't want to bother anyone.

[pandora_repress]

[She grins and shakes her head a bit] It's no trouble at all, really. What're you working on?

[savingdestroyer]

Um...just some homework...

[Which right now...the book seems to be a very simple textbook explaining how the water cycle works :C ]

[likealocalgod]

[Edward's in here, picking out a book, when he notes the amount of food on that table and quirks an eyebrow. Not that he can really talk about anyone's dietary habits, but still...]

Having trouble?

[savingdestroyer]

[He looks up...is he this obvious that he fails?]

Ah just- trying to understand some homework...

[likealocalgod]

[It is when you're a telepath.]

Which subject?

[savingdestroyer]

Ah...science, social studies, English, history, art....

[aerialboots]

[She's seated just the table over, a thick spiral notebook in front of her, halfway through her third attempt at a letter that sounded completely cheerful, normal and like she was having the time of her life, instead of what she'd actually felt. Even if what she felt was mostly of her own making. The smell of food right there, had left her distracted and hungry for the past ten minutes, and the end of pen was a poor substitute, so the muttering was almost a relief, and she drops it in favour of looking over, feet bracing against the table legs to rock her chair backwards]

...Is something wrong?

[savingdestroyer]

[He'll look up when he hears her voice. Wow the girls sure are pretty in America ]

Ah...sorry, no! I'm just working on some homework.

[aerialboots]

Oh...

[A soft pause before she debates the merits of continuing the conversation, before finally deciding she should and smiles a little] You don't seem to be enjoying it.

[You've only been muttering and doing pretty much nothing for like, ever Food Guy]

[savingdestroyer]

[He'll look sheepish at her]

Not really, I must admit. I'm rather...new to these subjects.

But I'm sure I'll get them eventually!

[like_tinkerbell]

[Rachel is in the library with the intent of going through the CD collection for some classic showtunes to play back in her room. She is humming very, VERY softly to herself as she goes because ... she believes that the quieter she is, the less likely she is to have an affect on the people around her.

Really, the truth of the matter is she just can't help herself, but she's ignoring that truth in favor of just getting what she came for]

[savingdestroyer]

[As she passes by, his head perks up a bit at the sound of humming. That tune sounds familiar, and kinda makes him miss the days when he could sing along to stuff without...ending up halfway across the world]

[Except that's as far as his thoughts get before her powers take an effect and he falls straight asleep, face going splat into his fish and fries chips.]

[like_tinkerbell]

[hears that splat and sighs. She can't win. she really can't win. she'll quietly make his way over, and start to shake his shoulder a bit]

Hey! Wake up.

[savingdestroyer]

[He'll groan a little bit and sit up...okay he's prone to falling asleep in weird spots but never in food]

What...happened?