September 8, 2008
Doctor Talley stood with her back to the double doors that led out into the Wreck Room. A hall to her right led to the men’s locker room while the hall to her left led to the women’s locker room. Her eyes were focused straight ahead, towards the doors that led to the infirmary where she, the school’s physician, was regularly found.
Before her, dark orange holes were burned into reality. She didn’t flinch at the sight of such phenomena. She simply rolled her eyes and let out a ragged sigh as the hole grew into a portal large enough for several men to walk through. “You can’t just take the elevator like everyone else?” she asked as five figures walked through the cosmic passageway.
The eldest of their group was a young man in his late teen years or possibly in his early twenties. He sported a brown crew cut and a serious expression. “Where would be the fun in that, Doctor Talley?” asked Corey Ander, the Vindicator known as Quintessence. There was hardly a sense of amusement in his voice. A man who took everything seriously, the institute’s mathematics instructor was hardly the poster boy for fun.
Again the woman sighed. “It’s been a year since you graduated, Corey,” the woman in her mid-forties said. “You’re a member of the faculty now—a teacher here. You can call me ‘Samantha.’” Doctor Talley looked over the four with him and took them each in with a smile. “Welcome back to the New Vindicators Academy,” she told the returning students.
“Gutenaben,” said one of the two girls. Tatjana Nelson was a red-headed German girl who Doctor Talley supposed would have been attractive if she would just smile. The girl standing beside her was certainly her polar opposite: the born and bred Brit Kirstie Arnett was nothing but smiles at the thought of starting her second year at the school.
The physician found it disheartening that she was the minority: even her male peers were morose. For Gaspar Zorrilla e Higueras, sullenness was part of his charm. Doctor Talley looked up, half-expecting to see grey rainclouds suspended over the Spaniard’s head. Even the usually chipper Dutchman, Cornelis Nooteboom seemed disheartened. Still, the faculty had expected he would be this way, given how his freshman year had ended…
“We’ve gotten some new recruits,” Doctor Talley said. She hoped the prospect of new faces might lighten their moods. “Four of them are from America, actually—refugees from everything that’s going on over there…” She heard the locker rooms open, giving way to the eight newest members of the class of 2011. “Oh,” she said. “Here comes one of them now…”
Michuru81 wrote:The assumption is that you have each arrived at the school one-by-one over the last few days. The exception to this is Jack Rexton (Tattooedman), who arrived here in late May, after the New Vindicators freed him from Peoria. You have each had a chance to become accustomed to the grounds and some of the staff but not to your peers.
Go ahead and introduce yourselves to your classmates as if you simply haven’t had the chance to be formally introduced yet. Describe your appearance; tell us what you’re wearing—anything that stands out about you.