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Hot Potatoes; Open (power-swap thread)
Topic Started: Dec 14 2014, 05:41 PM (972 Views)
Jean
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Dec 10, @ 2pm

It was a good thing that classes were in session; the basketball court was clear and the only disruption was to the students whose classes had windows that overlooked the playground. The blacktop lifted up and out of the way as the SHIELD quinjet screamed in hot, firing the afterburners at the last moment.

“Someone’s in a rush,” Jean muttered to the X-Men around her, as she strode out to meet the SHIELD agents. “Agents,” she nodded a greeting as they emerged from the jet, “where’s the fire?” Looking in through the windshield, a scrawny kid in baggy clothes stared out with a wide, frightened gaze. “Your communication didn’t say much, and what it did say wasn’t very illuminating. What’s the situation?”

The agents, a man and a woman, exchanged glances before the woman spoke up. “Ma’am, it doesn’t make much more sense to us. All we know is that he’s a new mutant with a power that no one has been before.” The agents were very casual about it, but they were taking in everything as they talked: cameras, weapons, individuals, structural points and exits. The man turned and waved the teenager to join them.

“His name is Joel Murphy,” he said as the young man climbed out of the cockpit. “Age twelve and scared shitless,” he said and took any sharp looks he got for his crude language with stoic pride.

“I see,” said Jean, raising an eyebrow at the course description but not giving into the teacher-urge to correct bad behavior. Instead, she looked down into the scared, rabbit-y eyes of the young man at the center of all this fuss. “Hi Joel, is it alright if I call you Joel? My name is Jean, and I’m the counselor here at the Xavier School. Do you know why you’re here?”
“Uhm… no. I mean, they said I’m a mutie but I’m not,” Joel pleaded; his frustration, confusion, and fright making him sound years younger. “I can’t do any mutie stuff.”

“You can’t?” Jean asked, tilting her head questioningly as she took the first few steps in drawing him out.

“No,” Joel insisted, shaking his head and looking around at the strange people gathering around him and, frankly, doing what the agent said before, scaring the shit out of him. “I can’t fly, or pick up a car, or shoot lasers out of my eyes, or anything. I just… I just want go home. I’m normal, I don’t…”

The boy’s protest stopped as he suddenly went rigid and his eyes went glassy. A burst of energy, like a gust of wind that affected only people and left everything else, even the lightest scrap of paper, untouched, blew through the school; its wild path as random as a tornado, touching some and leaving others untouched.

Jean felt the force blow through her, ruffling her hair; she gasped, like she felt a sudden chilly wind but kept her feet. She looked around at the fellow X-Men who’d gathered to help settle in the new student. “Is everyon—aaggghh!” A blinding pain suddenly exploded behind Jean’s eyes, she looked down at the floor and saw everything in a familiar red. She snapped her eyes closed but Scott’s power was fast, practically the speed of light, and in that brief second Jean’s eyes were open, the wide beam tore through the floor, leaving a massive gaping hole. Hands covering of her eyes, she didn’t have the self control Scott did, Jean felt herself fall.





OOC - This starts the power-swap plot. It is open to everyone at the school but only people sign-up for the plot will be affected by Joel's power. However, anyone can join and react to what is happening.
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"Eyes on the board," Scott said to his curious math class as they craned their necks to see the quinjet screaming onto their property before lowering into the hangar beneath the basketball court. "We've all seen new students arrive before."

Luckily, his eyes were covered and his expression was its normal blank self, because inwardly, he was reaching through the rapport he had with Jean. "Let me know if you need me," he thought at her, having no doubt that she had heard him and that she would call him down if necessary. Since their return they had gotten quickly back into the swing of things, giving Warren the chance to take a much needed reprieve, and that, of course, meant receiving the occasional student picked up by SHIELD.

Jean sent back an all clear for the moment, and so Scott returned to his lessons. "Ok, a group of 616 persons consists of men, women, and children a mixture of mutants and humans. There are four times as many human men as mutant women, and twice as many human women as children. Assuming all of the children are human, how many of each are there? Mr. Maddicks, would you come up and write the equation for us?"

Artie, at fourteen one of the younger members of the class but a hard worker and a clever young man, nodded his pink head and with a nervous smile to the rest of the students, headed up to the white board to puzzle out the problem. Scott folded his arms behind his back, addressing the rest of the class. "Marshall, what is the first thing Mr. Maddicks needs to decide."

Marshall, one of the three evolved Moloid children that Scott's brother Alex had brought to the school, peered up at the board through the goggles he wore over his bulbous, sensitive eyes and said, "Artie need to decide what X stand for. Mutant, or Human. Man, woman or child."

"Very good," Scott said, "how many of you think it should stand for human? Hands, please?" Not a single hand raised. Scott allowed a small smile to quirk up one corner of his lips, "How many for mutants?" All the students shot up a hand, and there was a fair amount of giggling filling the air. "Very funny," Scott said, genuinely amused by the students' joke. "X is for mutants, then. Mr. Maddicks, if you wou---"

Suddenly, something exploded through the classroom, a blast of energy that caused some of the students to cry out, and left others wondering what had happened. Scott staggered a step backwards as it passed through him, and the world went very green, the ever present pounding behind his eyes vanishing, only to be replaced by... voices.

Whatwasthatwhat'shappeningughthisclassissoboringwhydoIfeelsowaitwhereismyKatieare
youwhostolewhere'sthewhat'sthiswho'ssincewhenhavetogettosomeonehelpmr.summersohgod
what'snononoit'sgoneisitgonehelphelpScottScotthelp..."


Scott slammed his hands up to his head, and something burst from him, a familiar feeling that he was only accustomed to from the other side. Every chair in the classroom lifted, students and all, as the telekinetic energy rushed uncontrolled from his anguish, fear and rage.

"Mr. Summers!" shouted some of the students, and Scott opened his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them, realizing that something horrible had just happened. He concentrated, as hard as he could, on bringing them down, and the chairs clattered to the floor, one or two toppling and spilling the student to the ground. Then, he saw it. Mandy was suddenly sporting Jason's scales. Jason had Mandy's rainbowed aura. Katelyn was no longer made of silver crystals, and Liesel was no longer sporting her third eye. Their powers had changed, swapped somehow. Not every student, but a significant amount.

Struggling to shut off the frantic voices in his head, Scott felt wetness at his upper lip, and brought his hand up to wipe at his bloodied nose. "Everyone sit down," he snapped, not meaning to be abrupt, but it was so hard to concentrate.

"He'sbleedinghe'sgoingcrazywhyamIsocoldwhyamIsohotwhat'shappeningMr.Summers
liftedusheliftedusarewegoingtodieamIdeadwhere'smypowerswhat'shappeningwhodidthis
whyisthishappeningMr.SummersScotthelpScott!"


"Jean," Scott said, over the rising tidal wave of panicked voices in his head. Powers swapped. He had her telepathy, it was the only answer, her telepathy and her telekinesis. As far as he could tell, he didn't have the Phoenix Force that had taken up residency in her, which meant this was something to do with mutant powers only. SHIELD. Had this been some sort of trap, had they...

A pink hand fell on his arm, and Scott turned his head sharply. Mr. Maddicks looked up at him, unaffected by the strange wave, cartoon question marks appearing over his head.

"I'm fine," Scott said, forcing himself not to shout over the voices. "I'm ok, we're all ok. Everyone needs to stay calm. We're going to all head down to the cafetorium and meet there, ok? Everyone stay together."

"But, Mr. Summers..." Mandy gasped, "our powers..."

"If you've been affected by whatever this is, get with the person you've swapped with," Scott said, "Help them keep control and keep calm. We're going to be ok." He winced as another panicked blast of voices tried to sweep him away, "Jamie," he said, to one of the older students, "Take charge, will you? Down to the cafetorium. I'll be there as quickly as possible." He turned to leave and hit the intercom by the door, "All staff and students report to the cafetorium, stay calm. This is not an attack. Report to the cafetorium and wait for instructions."

Then, Scott was running down the hall, past students that had been changed from what they knew, through blasts of fear and anger, through confusion and tears. His feet did not touch the ground with every step, but he hardly noticed. Remembering what he had learned from the Professor, what he had learned from his wife, he began working to section off his mind, to slam shut the telepathic flood gates to keep himself from going insane with the voices, so many voices. But the rapport he left open, and he reached for his wife, trying to find her and find out what had happened. "Jean, talk to me, honey," he said, trying not to think about the last time he lost her mental grasp, when the school was under attack, and she was buried alive, hurt and possibly dying.


Jean closed up as she fell, as they’d all been trained to do. The temptation to look around and see what was going on, how badly everyone was hurt, was almost overwhelming but she didn’t open her eyes. From the silence in her mind and the ache building behind her closed eyes, she didn’t know how it happened, but she deduced what had happened. “What’s going on?” she called out but it sounded more like a croak. “Someone… someone who can see, report!”

Then in the silence of her mind another voice called. “I’m here, love. I think I blasted out the floor of the hangar and I fell through. I don’t dare open my eyes again and make things worse. I’m hurt, I think, but it doesn’t feel bad.”


"I'm on my way," Scott told her, "Stay calm, for me, ok? Something's gone wrong but so far no one seems to be hurt. Just scared. Everyone is in my head, honey, and I'm only feeling their fright."

Reaching the first floor, Scott barrelled past his office, and in instinctive response to his desires, the door exploded open and his back up visor that he kept there shot out towards him, ricocheting around the hall with the imperfection of his lack of experience with these abilities. "Damn it," he swore, skidding to a momentary halt.

"Scott, focus," came a voice behind him, the Professor, sitting in his chair as calm as he ever was, "It's just geometric space."

Nodding at the Professor, appreciative of the calm that he radiated even the face of such confusion, Scott took a deep breath and watched the visor spinning through space, calculating as he always did the trajectory, speed and angle of flight. His innate proficiency with spatial geometry was a product of his powers, yes, but it was a passive one that had become ingrained in his reflexes. As the rogue visor shot past him, Scott snapped out his arm, and the device landed directly in his hand. He looked at the Professor, "Jean," he said.

"Go," the Professor said. "I'll join the others."

Scott turned and continued his sprint towards his wife, not bothering to say thank you. The Professor already knew.

Shooting down the stairs, his long legs and his uncontrolled telekinesis surely making it so his feet hit one out of every five, Scott slid into the hangar, discovering a huge hole where the ground should be. Clambering to the edge of it, he looked down to see a terrified boy, a pair of confused SHIELD agents and his huddled wife in the rubble of dirt and mortar that was the foundation of the school. Leaping down, not trusting himself to use Jean's powers of flight, Scott landed heavily beside her and tilted her head up, "I'm here," he said, "I'm here." Snapping the visor over her eyes, Scott turned the locks to keep it on and he said, "Open your eyes, Jeannie. I'm here."

Checking quickly on the others, he said, "Is everyone alright?"


“Just block out the chatter, you know how,” she sent back to him and gingerly ran her hands along her arms and then legs, calming down those who’d been around her when everything happened, and waited for Scott to come; he always would come to when she needed him.

The moments compressed and what seemed like only a few minutes, Scott was there. “Thank God,” she breathed when she heard him land beside her and felt his hands, strong and not a trace of a tremble. Nodding, Jean carefully opened her eyes, half expecting the beams coming from her eyes would rip through the tiny pieces of ruby quartz. Looking up into his face, all she saw were shades of red.


How he knew she was looking at him was the same that she always knew he was. It was in the tilt of her head, the relax of her shoulders, the part of her lips. "Hi," he said, softly, "looks like another fine mess we've gotten ourselves into, hmm? Stay down until we can make sure you're ok."

He turned to the SHIELD agents and they were already starting to get to their feet. "We're good? You're good?"

"What the hell happened?" one of the Agents asked.

"We're going to find out," Scott said, and he crouched down beside the boy who had curled himself into a sobbing heap, "Hey, " he said, trying to keep the panicked thoughts of the teen out of his head, "You're all right. You're here now. If this was because of you, we'll get it all squared away, ok? Let's make sure you're not hurt and we'll go from there. What's your name?"

The boy looked up and whispered, "J-joel... Joel Murphy."

"All right, welcome to the school, Mr. Murphy, I'm Scott, and I'm going to help you," Scott said, and he pushed his glasses up on his forehead so that the boy could look into his sincere brown eyes, "I promise. We're going to help you."
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"Alright everyone, that's all I got for today. I'll see you tomorrow; and remember we are going outside, so dress warm. I don't need to tell y'all it's cold." There were a few nods and mumbled agreements as Jim's last Superstrength class got up and started to shuffle out of the room. It was his last class for the day, which was a relative gift. It had been a long, tedious few weeks and he needed a few hours to himself. Maybe some peace and quiet would help him get his thoughts back in order. He had been informed that a new student was coming in from SHIELD, but the boy didn't apparently have any abilities that his particular skill set was going to help with, which had made him choose not to go to the whole 'meet and greet' thing. SHIELD wasn't exactly his favorite mysterious government agency to spend time with anyways.

Making sure everything was reasonably together, Jim was the last one to exit the classroom they used when he wasn't having them practice larger uses of their abilities and started off in the hall. Even in the winter that had settled in, Jim was walking around as barefoot as ever and the only real difference to his entire look was the occasional hat. It took some serious cold for him to be too uncomfortable, and as long as he stayed clear of exits, then the floor was dry and the air was warm. It was more than enough to satisfy his needs. He occasionally passed some students, but most people seemed to be busy in various afternoon activities. However, as he passed one of the media rooms, it seemed that not all was well in paradise.

He picked up the sounds of fighting from clear down the hallway quite well, and with an irritated sigh, went down the hallway to see what the problem was. In the media room, there was a group of students, all looking at a pair of girls in the middle of a spat of some kind. The moment the Apache's form filled the doorway, however, the considerable noise died down very quickly.

"What the hell is goin' on in here, and why does it need so much screamin'?"

One of the girls, a wiry little thing named Shelby immediately folded two of her four blue tinted arms across her chest and scowled. The other girl made a similar movement, neither one making eye contact.

"It's nothing, Mr. Proudstar. I'm sorry we were being so loud." Jim raised an eyebrows and huffed a little bit.

"Nothin'? Y'all are sure mak--"

He was cut off mid sentence as the world suddenly swam in front of his eyes. He swayed for a moment, one hand snapping out to grab the doorframe and keep him upright and the other went to his face. For a moment, everything got intensely quiet. His whole head felt heavy and even gripping the wall, he felt like dizzy. His quiet only lasted for a moment however, as in the next moment, all he could hear was the intense noise. It was chattering, quipping, all running so fast that he could barely function at first. It took only a few seconds for his mind to catch up with the... words being spoken. It wasn't right somehow, but his mind told him that they were talking. It sounded like the whole room had gone absolutely nuts.

"S-Stop, talking for a second." If anyone had actually spoken in response, he couldn't hear them over the roar of information in his head. If anything, as the few moments went by, it was only getting louder. All of the noise in the entire school seemed to be focused right on him, and he had absolutely no idea why. Was he mutating again? It hadn't been unlike this when his senses had started to sharpen, but this was... different somehow. It was noise, but in a totally different way.

"Just stop!" Jim finally pried his hand away from his face, and looked around to see the entire room in a blurry chaos. He couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his own face, and the small amount of panic that had settled in his stomach suddenly exploded. Had he been drugged? Were they under attack again? There was a blur of movement near him and one had snapped up to try and grab at whatever it was as he stumbled backwards. In an instant, his dark eyes flashed an electronic green and then things got really messy. The several TVs in the room, the cellphones and video games, anything that ran on an electronic current suddenly, violently, came apart. Several students cried out and cowered, and all of it still made absolutely no sense to him. What did make sense was the sudden sharp pain that accompanied the explosion of pieces and the sudden amount of blood that was spilling out of his noise.

Oh my God I'm doing this.

The realization did nothing to calm the maelstrom going on in his head. He had sufficiently dismantled everything he could see through the kids trying to get out and away from the chaos. He still couldn't see, but at least there would be no more exploding. At least, not in that room.

"Holy fuck..." Jim straightened up and squinted, staring down the hall. This wasn't right. His whole world seemed to have been set on his dim setting, and with his sudden change in vision, he could barely make out people in the sudden madness. Whatever it was, this was not just himself. More importantly, it was happening to the scared kids who were suddenly stumbling about with powers that were not theirs. His hand snapped to his pocket, trying to pull his phone out to try and get a hold of Scott. Surely it would be quicker than trying to squint through people. He was disappointed to find that his phone was now bits and pieces now too, though. Which left him with the option of trying to find someone who knew what the fuck was going on. Gritting his teeth, Jim pushed through several of the confused students, doing his best to avoid running directly into any of them. He really needed someone who could fucking see.

The new powers in his head could help with that though, it seemed. One of the chattering voices got louder for a moment and Jim could actually feel his mind stretch out towards it, like some kind of rubber band. He didn't know if it would help, but it seemed as good an option as any other. Sliding out of the main hallway, Jim pulled himself into a classroom and sat down heavily on a desk, reaching up to cradle his pounding head.

On a different floor, in a room that certainly wasn't his, there was a whir of mechanics and the sleek, powerful form of a cat streaked into the hallways and moved towards whoever had just summoned him.
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Another day, another boring stage in the boring routine. When was this going to end? Pearce laid his chin in his hand as he lazily propped himself up straight. Then he noticed a familiar sound. Like some weird mix of a helicopter and jet. He's only heard it one other time since coming to the school, and it soon became recognizable.

A quinjet, one of shield many trusty steeds used to fly into battle. But just like real steeds, not just into battle, but for transportation in general. Judging from the last time one came here, it was pretty clear that it was just a new student.

The energy being craned his head over to the window, and kept a close eye for the student, curious if there was anything visually striking about him. Soon he spotted the youngest person in the group, who must obviously be the student. Didn't look like his mutation impacted his looks or anything.

Pearce quickly complied with Scott though as the teacher told him and the rest of the class to keep focus. He then began to spout out a very complex story problem. God he hated story problems.

The young mutant took note of the interactions in the classroom. Artie going up to the board, Marshall being asked a question. And everyone beginning to float.

"Wait wha-" Pearce said as he thought out loud for a second before crashing back down to the ground.

"AHH GOD DAMMIT THAT HURT!" Pearce moaned, surprised by the feeling he met from the fall. It was just like one of those falls when he was human. The flesh getting bruised, the bone banged up. No strange mutant body structure to make it feel different, or even any scales or metal skin from the power swap!

Then Pearce came to the conclusion. He was human. Or flesh and bones at least. How did this happen? Pearce then came to another conclusion. He wasn't freaking out. This classroom had descended into chaos! How could he be so calm?

"Do I...Like this?" Pearce thought to himself as he tried to gather his scrambled emotions together. There had always been a small part of him that had wanted to be normal when his powers fully manifested.

He looked around the classroom, noticing some very strange things. So many things were swapped around. Students, himself, the position of some of the objects in the room. Was he dreaming? No he couldn't. Actually it would be more likely then being drugged all of a sudden.

Pearce listened at the chatter in the classroom. He soon realized the cause of this. Mandy with scales, a new student just out the window, a burst of energy that was sometimes manifested when mutant powers were activated. That kids powers were swapping powers!

Pearce was obviously effected, so that meant someone else had his powers. This was bad, Scott was an experienced and controlled man, but even he went out of control when his powers were swapped. Someone with his powers... Think Pearce, what would you do if your powers went out of control? Probably infect nearby technology or something. And considering the fact this entire school had an array of advanced technology(Mostly in the danger room though.)that would be very bad. Very bad indeed.

Deciding to go on that scenario he thought up of, Pearce got up and waited for Scott to exit, leaving Jamie in charge in the process. No time to be a sheep, he had to find someone to help him out with his own personal problem.

Slipping out of the classroom, Pearce entered the hallway, snickering a bit as he tried to imagine Jamie's reaction when he found out.

Now who here could help Pearce find the vessel that had swapped powers with him? If his theory truly was correct, and that person has gone into the schools tech, he already knew who to go to. Sarah Vale, the other and admitably more skilled Technopath of the school. Where was she though?

Pearce watched as a student was propelled down the hallway like a missile past him, and for some odd reason it jump started his thought process. Sarah was in charge of security right? She could be anywhere at this time though. Wasn't exactly a student though, so probably wasn't in a classroom.

"Well, better start looking then." Pearce thought as he walked down the hallway, a bit more cautious then usual, incase anymore human missiles came barreling down the hallway.
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OOC-We discussed it in PM and Pearce's and Micah's swapped powers will be dormant for a bit and they will be human for a bit of time. The powers will then manifest and they will turn into metal and energy respectively after.
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The new student being dropped off wasn’t that newsworthy – even if it was SHIELD who was dropping them off. Poor kid. Sarah was in her room, the spread out pieces of a computer tower covering her work table, where she’d been working on cleaning and rebuilding it. Duma perched on a chair near the window, green glowing eyes staring out at the quinjet as it landed. Sarah’s head was down, resting on the table, a screwdriver falling out of one hand, having dozed off while working. The roar of the engines registered in her mind, as she greeted the jet mentally without bothering to lift her head, monitoring its progress as it landed. And she might’ve stayed like that for another half hour, if a sudden energy wave hadn’t caused the world to tilt, shocking her right out of her light nap, and sending her flailing to the floor with a thud.

For a second, it was like her head filled with cotton, and she pressed a hand to her forehead with a groan of pain, eyes squeezing shut, gripping the screwdriver with her other hand without really thinking about it. As her head cleared of pain, she felt…Deaf. Blinking up at the ceiling, Sarah frowned, because it was so…Quiet. It didn’t take very long for her to figure out what was missing. The tiny binary voices that were always there in the back of her mind were gone. Silenced. In a sudden, frantic panic, Sarah shot to her feet, hearing a plastic and metallic crunch, and glanced to her hand to find the screwdriver split, the pieces crushed. And then new things started flooding in.

Someone was talking on the phone a few rooms down – she couldn’t hear the phone, but she could clearly make out both sides of the conversation. Which was so not normal. And…Oh my God, did her room always smell so strongly of oil and metals and…Twitching, she turned as Duma suddenly sat up straight, tail twitching, before he leaped for her slightly open door.

“Duma! W-wait, where-” Utterly freaked out, despite the intercom of Scott’s voice that told her to stay calm, Sarah lunged after the cat, blinking as she moved super fast to her door. Instead of pausing, she grabbed the door and flung it open – and managed to rip it right off the hinges, bending the knob, and letting out a startled yelp as she dropped the entire thing right onto the floor, staring at her hand like it was going to bite her. “What the hell? I…” Someone walked by peered at her in shock, and she gave them a helpless shrug, leaving the damn door on the floor and streaking out after Duma. Catching up to him easily and trying not to panic more, she followed the metal cat across the school. It only took her a few seconds to realize that, as fast as she was moving, and as far…She wasn’t getting tired.

The silver cheetah ran into an unused classroom, moving to wind his sleek body against the man sitting in a chair, and Sarah slid to a stop, socked feet sliding a step or two, having not bothered to put her shoes on. Blinking stupidly at Jimmy, mind slowly making the connection. Strength, speed, senses…Shit. Scowling, she rubbed her temples, feeling lost without the small voices she was always used to, and trying not to twitch at the fact that she could hear people panicking from somewhere else in the school.

“…Jimmy?” The brunette spoke, confusion evident, brushing loose curls out of her face. “What…” Glancing over at Duma, who was looking at Jimmy with his head tilted, the former technopath frowned. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What the hell happened???” It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Jimmy must’ve gotten her powers, and she blinked, sitting next to him with concern. “Jimmy, are you okay?”
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Pearce continued to walk down the hallway, but he was only able to for a second when he turned the corner and saw two shapes dart past him. One was humanoid, probably some speedster freaking out, but the other was vaguely feline shaped. Didn't Sarah have some kind of pet cat she built? Maybe that was said cat. Pearce did recall sometimes seeing it around the school, it was sort of built like a cheetah, which could explain why it was so fast.

The former energy being watched the two shapes dart around the corner, and realizing that maybe they might lead him to help, he quickly went into a sprint and gave chase.

There weren't many people in the hallway, but the few that were gave him strange looks, as if they knew something he didn't. Didn't matter, he couldn't lose track of that cat. Pearce turned another corner, seeing the tip of a metal tail enter a classroom.

"There... you... are." Pearce said in relieve as he walked to the door, barely catching his breath.

As he walked to the door, the original feeling Pearce had when he was an energy being began to leave. That feeling of being light, a bit loose. It was soon replaced with that of a normal humans, and Pearce could feel his skin tingle as the cold air produced by air conditioning made contact with him. Eventually the world began to flash black for split milliseconds as Pearce's brain began to acknowledge that he was blinking.

Entering the doorway, Pearce propped himself against the doorframe, catching his breath, and looking into the room. As he suspected the cat was in there, and so was who he assumed was Sarah. They never formally met, but he had heard from friends that she was usually the one with a pet robot following them.

"Hey, are you Sarah? I kinda got a problem that I kinda need your help fo-" Pearce suddenly paused, his senses completely coming in. Touch receptors all over his body connecting to his brain, the transition from energy being to human complete. He began to feel particularly tingly in two spots on his chest, and around the area between his thighs. Then he came to the embarrassing conclusion.

He was naked.

"Scratch that, make it two problems." Pearce squeaked.

The mutant quickly backed away back into the hallway, poking his head out into the classroom.

"Say, do you happen to have anything in there I could wear, a bit new to the whole need clothes in public thing." Pearce asked.

Boy was he just wonderful at first impressions!
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The arrival of a new student didn't go unnoticed by Christopher, but he was too busy focusing on what his Literature Professor was saying at the moment. It was another talk of symbolism inside of a work that they were supposed to be deciphering, and the young healer was having a difficult time focusing on the repetitive statements. In fact, he was starting to doze off in the middle of class, but each time his head bobbed Chris would shake his head to try to wake up. Obviously, he wasn't embarrassed by the fact that this happened multiple times in a row, but he was annoyed that it wasn't working. It was time for desperate measures to keep himself conscious before he face planted on his desk and revealed to everyone just how bored he was by this class, and just as the professor was talking about the constant repeating sets of three in 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight' his head dropped again.

Luckily, it never reached the desk as a wave of energy swept over his body and woke him up instantly. "What was that," he muttered. It didn't take long for him to get an answer as he looked around his classroom to find people in a panic from the fact that some of them had switched powers, and given his natural need to help people Chris started to rise from his seat to try and calm people down. His hand pushed down on the desk to help him get up, and the next thing he knew was that he had somehow ended up on the floor with the table part of his desk under him. In fact, the floor actually looked damage from his small fall, and now he had come to the conclusion that maybe his powers weren't his own either.

Gently pushing himself off the ground, he tried to leave the classroom without touching anything, but every time he bumped into someone they would fall to the ground and slide back into people as if he had shoved them full force. Making it into the hallway, he looked around to try and figure out who had gotten his powers, and so he slowly walked down the hallway and tried to avoid touching anyone. "I think I've got this thing under control." He was completely and utterly wrong.

During one of these attempts, Chris tried to get out of the way of a girl who was freaking out, and he pressed himself up against a wall. Actually, he pushed himself through the wall and into a classroom that had recently been vacated of it students, and as he staggered into the room his footsteps weren't controlled enough, so the floor began to crack under the pressure he was exerting. As everything had its breaking point, he found that point for the material of the floor as he took a few steps in a circle and stepped through the floor, and when he tried to free himself from it by pushing himself up the force from his hands and foot just made a larger hole.

Falling to the floor below, Chris steadied himself without moving much, and he just stood there with a look of panic on his face. Scanning the room for some help, he noted two other people and a robotic cat in the room, and the young man waved as he assumed it was safe so long as he didn't touch anything. "Don't mind me. I'm just going to stand here until someone can give me my powers back. Wouldn't want for me to break anything, now would we?" His words were spoken with a nervous smile as he wondered how he was going to change clothes if barely touching a desk caused it to break.
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A case of the hiccups. Daniel sensed the new mutant signature as it entered the edge of his perception. He cocked his head slightly, much like a dog that had heard an unfamiliar sound, and turned his eyes toward the direction of the approaching mutant signature. It was new and he had never encountered the mutant before. The history teacher reasoned that it must be the new student, Joel, and his SHIELD escort. It was not unheard of for a new mutant, to be escorted to the school by the agents of SHIELD. Mutants came in a variety of backgrounds and Daniel knew that Siryn had come into the sponsorship of the school under similar means. Daniel was not part of the initial welcoming committee but he was on schedule to help Joel determine his course schedule.

At that moment however, the mutant tracker was participating in a target practice workshop with Jono Starsmore, otherwise known as Chamber. Shepherd had an unfortunate training session during one of his target practice classes when the training tech had malfunctioned but everything was working perfectly now. Shepherd shot down some of the moving targets with his psionic shrapnel as a demonstration for the students. Chamber had given a demonstration with his own psionic energy that emanated from his thoracic cavity. The two men had something of a history together.

As they taught together, Daniel thought about the first days he had arrived at the mansion, nearly a year ago. His first actions on the school grounds were try to and kill Chamber. Daniel’s mutant abilities let him detect mutants based on their unique aura, like a fingerprint, and Daniel had recognized Chamber’s aura as that of the Horseman Famine. Daniel had almost lost his family and his life in Famine’s attack on the American Mid-West. Daniel didn’t know that Jono had been manipulated and converted against his will. It had taken a little time but Dan grew to trust Chamber as he did with the other members of the X-Men.

“So who wants to take the first turn?” Daniel asked to receive a flurry of raised hands and shouts in response.

Before he could choose the first participant a surge rushed through the atmosphere. Daniel felt it wash over his body and then felt a second strange sensation. It was as if he couldn’t see the students any more. He could see them with his eyes but he couldn’t feel them with his powers. A few seconds before he had been privy to the comings and goings of exactly three hundred and seventy-three mutants on the school grounds and the surrounding area of Salem Center within his range of perception and now he was completely cut off. Someone had once said it was like he was watching an ant farm but Daniel preferred to think of it as he was watching over his extended family. After the death of Daniel’s son that sense of family had become a comfort for him being surrounded by mutant signatures. Now, having that sensation totally cut off left Shepherd feeling as if he had lost one of his five senses.

“I can’t feel them,” he said urgently. “The mutants. I can’t feel them!”

Daniel clenched his fists and urgently tried to locate a mutant. He looked to the students. They were feeling distress as well. One of the boys that had been covered in soft goose down was now covered in normal flesh but was radiating light from his hands. The students’ powers had been affected as well, but they were showing signs of abilities that other students possessed. How had Daniel been affected so differently from the students? The history teacher moved forward to comfort the students and said, “Jono, something’s wro…” but stumbled in his speech and steps.

A burning sensation had begun to grow in Shepherd’s gut. Dan crossed his arms over his stomach and doubled over in pain with tears welling up in his eyes. The teacher fell to his hands and knees and gripped at the grass and dirt. He groaned and broadcast <Oh, mother!> telepathically. Telapthically?

A roiling shudder, as unstoppable as the ocean’s tide, strained up from Dan’s stomach and a fiery belch of energy erupted from his mouth. The burning and pressure had subsided momentarily as if an emergency valve had been released before the boiler blew its top. The ground in front of Daniel Oliver had been routed up with a deep trench as divots of soil and pebbles still rained down around them. Dan had seen this kind of mutant power display before. It was Jono’s power and it was the same ability that had blown his chest apart upon its first manifestation. They were Jono's powers. <Jono!> Daniel broadcast again and scrambled over to his friend.

"All staff and students report to the cafetorium, stay calm. This is not an attack. Report to the cafetorium and wait for instructions," Came Scott's announcement over the intercom. This was widespread. How many people were affected?

Daniel hurried over to Chamber. "Oh God. Jon? Jon?! Kids! Head to the cafetorium! Jono here let me help!"

<Oh God, what do I do?> he accidentally broadcast. <HELP!>
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Chamber stood off to the side watching the class that he was helping to teach with Daniel. It was a nice change from when they first met and Daniel tried to kill him. Though the only reason that he had tried was because he recognized that his mutant signature was that of Famine during Apocalypse. As Famine, Chamber had done some things that he really didn't want to remember and killing some of Daniel's friends was high on the list. Though thankfully they had worked past that and had become quite good friends. So when Daniel asked him to help out with the target practice class, Jono couldn't say no. He watched as his comrade showed of his blast of shrapnel and then he displayed his own psionic flame blast. Just before asking who wanted to go first, Daniel slightly cocked his head. Having been around the man for awhile, Jono knew that he was picking up a new mutant signature and he was almost recording the pattern.

When asked who wanted to go first, Jono chuckled at the flurry of hands that raised from the younger students. Just before one could be picked, a wave of some kind of energy blew through Jono, Daniel and the class. At first nothing felt wrong, but as he looked around the class he could begin to see swift changes occur among the students. Then suddenly he felt great pain in his stomach and chest. It was like someone had extinguished a flame with a big bucket of water. Pulling aside his jacket he watched with horror and an odd sense of fascination as his flame seemed to dwindle in his chest cavity. He had no idea what was happening but it was rather interesting. For a brief moment it was nothing but fascination but that feeling quickly faded as he was losing his ability that kept him alive.

Panic set in and alongside the panic came something else. As he looked at the students he began to feel something in his mind, almost like different colours and sensations surrounding each of them. It was a strange unsettling feeling and yet somehow familiar. The more he looked the more that he sensed, though it was a severe overload. Not only was he getting signals from the students and Daniel but more were showing up around him at an ever gathering rate. It was like someone was switching on lights on a breaker and they were all turning on one at a time. ::Daniel something isn't rig....:: he said as he dropped to his knees his coat fully open.

Taking a final breath Jono watched as his flame completely vanished from his chest. Now instead of a fiery furnace, all that remained was a bloodless, sickly looking cavity where he should have meat. No organs suddenly grew, no heart sprang into being nothing and that is when pure and unabashed terror set in. Jono spun his head to quickly see Daniel drop to his knees as well. In a last desperate attempt he reached out to claw at his sleeve before collapsing onto his empty chest. His eyes were terrifyingly wide with fear as waited to almost die. Jono's brain may still live a little longer but that was the extant of what he could do.

He couldn't stand, couldn't move anything and was completely bound. If he didn't get a healer quickly he would die and die quickly. Jono tried to respond to Daniel as his friend spoke into his mind with his all to familiar telepathy, but was bound by his immobilized body. His eyes found Daniels and he looked at his friend with panic, keeping them open as best as he could with what little oxygen his brain had.
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Damien's body was in math class, but it was his body only that was present. Not even five minutes into the class he got lost and frustrated at the lesson. At that point Damien's mind began to wander. At first he was thinking about turnip trading and how he was going to be stuck with a rotten mountain if the selling price wasn't good tomorrow. It was a decent transition for his brain to make, going from one meaning of numbers to another that he was more interested, and therefore, more familiar with. Gradually though Damien's mind left behind his beloved video games and turned to something that he'd been thinking about a lot lately. Outside the world was gray and drab, but inside Damien's mind there was a lush green mountainside. Rahne had shown him something that he liked in the Danger Room, and he wanted that warm weather in the cold of winter. Sitting still at his desk made running free on the mountain slope even more appealing to him.

Daydreams were interrupted though as the weirdest jet that Damien had ever seen before flew over the school grounds. It wasn't like seeing an airplane's trail carving the sky up, this jet was flying low enough that he could see the shape of it clearly as it landed on the basketball court. At least Damien wasn't alone in his gawping at the plane. Most of the class had been fascinated by it as well. For those students who had been there a long time, they knew what was coming with the jet's arrival. To Damien it was a welcomed distraction from a math question he had no idea how to solve or even what the question was asking of him. With the entire class being distracted like they were it meant that Damien wasn't the only one who wanted to be doing something other than solving for "x". Math was an important part of life, but unless you had a passion for it, it was an incredibly tedious class.

Mr. Summers was a teacher though, and wouldn't allow his class to continue ignoring the lesson. Attention was drawn back to the board and Damien had to sigh a little. He had been happy for the monotony to be broken up by something other than his imagination. Now the moment had passed and Damien was left to wonder if he'd get what they were being taught by the end of class or not. He did zone out for a good amount of time even before the jet came in for a landing, and now his mind was stuck on the sight of the jet. A piece of paper was on his desk in front of him where he had been trying to take notes and solve problems for the first five minutes before he drifted off. What he had written down made no sense to him then, and it made even less sense now that the class had progressed. Damien started to doodle his best attempt at drawing the jet that had had captivated the class so much. He had gotten to see it for only a minute, so the doodle wasn't all that great a representation.

If there was one thing that public school had prepared Damien for it was following the cues of his fellow classmates. When asked how many of them thought that "x" should stand for human his arm stayed down. Not because he didn't associate the letter with mutants, but because he didn't think that was what they were suppose to figure out. Damien wasn't sure he understood the problem. If nobody else in the class thought that they were suppose to be figuring out how many humans then they were probably right. Likewise when everyone was raising their arm for "x" meaning mutants he raised his hand. If the class thought that was the answer, then that was what he thought as well. If that was the right answer after all Damien was destined to not find out. More than just jets caused the class to be disrupted.

There was a terrible clawing sensation in Damien's body, like someone had solved the issue of under the skin itches with a garden rake wrapped in barbed wire. The pencil in his hand snapped as Damien clenched his hand into a tight fist. There was a strange sound that did escape from him, a sort of gurgled half word. His eyes screwed shut as they began to water. He wasn't going to have anyone say that he was caught crying. Something was happening to him and not only did he not like it, he had no clue what it was. When he first shifted there hadn't been a sensation like this. Other than the sudden decrease in the itchy sensation that he always experienced he shifted, Damien wouldn't have known anything had happened. This was not a shift into his beast shape, this was something else.

When he opened his eyes again the ground was a surprisingly far distance away. Panic had broken out in the classroom, and everyone seemed to be yelling. Damien hugged his desk like it was a life raft and he was in the middle of the ocean. This is so wrong this is so so so wrong! Damien thought, unaware that his thoughts were not his own. It was being broadcasted to every mind that did not have some sort of barrier within fourty feet of him. It was hard for him to make out what he was thinking because his brain was getting filled with other voices. Unless he was in his alternative shape Damien didn't have enhanced senses, so he wasn't use to this massive volume of voices all rushing at him. At first it struck him as gibberish. The start of one word melted into the end of another from someone else. Try as he might Damien couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Shut up," Damien said through gritted teeth. His chair had abandoned him in his scramble to get a hold on his desk, and no he was floating somewhat freely. The thrill of it would be more sweet if not for the fact that things had gotten all messed up. Mr. Summers did not float people, but he had no clue who in the class had done this. The buzzing of words in his head did not lessen after he tried to shush those "sitting" around him. It sounded as if it had gotten louder in fact. He couldn't continue to try to silence the brain buzz out loud as the floating stopped, he had been brought down not entirely gently and the air whooshed out of him, but Damien's mind was certainly functional. I said shut up!

He was small, he was confused, and he was hurt. Damien wanted to shift so badly, but the sensation had not been there. His stomach was full, so it wasn't a lack of food that kept him from shifting, and he was well rested so that wasn't the issue either. The beast shape that he could turn into just was not in him somehow and that worried Damien, especially once the topic of mutations being swapped was mentioned. Rahne had some notion that he was a prehistoric creature of some sort, but the behavior of what he turned into was just as big a mystery as the creature itself. When he practiced with Rahne she was able to keep him focused upon something other than just devouring the world, or at least it's supply of bacon. Who now had that, and what did he get that was making his head want to explode?
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Jean
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Scott went over to comfort the frightened boy; it was what Jean would’ve done in his place, she watched Scott’s usually stoic feature soften as he felt the sobbing boy’s fear.

“Agents,” Jean said getting to her feet, “if you need to report to SHIELD command, we understand, but things are understandably a little chaotic here at the moment and we’ll accept any help you can offer, preferably patrolling the perimeter, in case someone decides to capitalize on this situation. But either way, I think it’s safer for you to leave the school.”

“But can help your-“

“I’m sure you have basic medical training, but you’re also strangers. If you want to help, go outside and let us deal with our own,” she said and turned back to Scott.

“Scott,” she laid her hand on his shoulder, “what’s the situation? Are the medical teams responding to the wounded? Is there anyone who needs help quickly?”

Scott frowned over his shoulder as Jean came up behind him, "Hmmm, I seem to remember suggesting you stay down until we can assess your injuries, but who listens to me, right?" His words were snarky, but she'd know they were not from an angry place. Getting to his feet, he helped the boy open and said to the Shield agents, "Thank you for your concern, but we've got it from here. If anything, inform your superiors that we won't be accepting any new students until we sort this out except on emergency basis."

"Are you--?" the Agent began.

"Thank you, Agents," Scott said, in a tone of finality, and he looked to Jean, "There's panic," he said to her, "enough that it is splitting my skull despite the blocks in my head, but the only danger so far is..." He looked at her, his eyes concerned, "Jono... but help's on it's way."

Joel looked at the two adults, "What's... what's happening?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out, young man," Scott said.

“Yeah, I heard, and it works as well on me as when I try it on you,” Jean replied, not being snarky but pointing out either of them sit still their people need help, not unless something is broken or a gaping chest wound is involved.

Jean put a hand on Joel’s shaking shoulder, “Don’t worry, Joel,” she said giving him a comforting smile. “We’ll figure it all out.”

< “Scott,”> Jean felt for the rapport between them, it felt so strange from the other side and she had to have faith that Scott was listening as she spoke to his mind, < “We need to get Joel to one of the reinforced isolation areas. There was go trigger when this happened, he could activate again. If we’re in luck, reinforcement won’t allow his wave through the school again.”>

Scott's lips quirked at his wife's reply to his complaint. It was one of the reasons they worked so well together. They had grown from angry, frightened teenagers, they and the others, and they had learned who they were together. It was important, and he had not expected her to sit still, no more than she had not expected him to suggest it.

Jean moved in to comforting the boy, as the Agents began to clamber up the hole Jean's manifestation of force had carved, speaking softly into their comlinks. Scott watched them go, knowing that this was Jean's forte. He was able to give strength in the face of battle, but Jean... she was soft and kind, and that was needed in this moment.

Her words were almost lost in the waves of thought from the others, and he had to focus to grab their rapport, a man clinging to a life line and he cursed himself for not thinking of it immediately. Too many thoughts in his head made it hard for him to make any of his own. He nodded and said, "Agreed."

Reaching out, he accessed the telekinetic portion of these misplaced powers and wrapped it around the three of them, lifting them in shaky flight to drop them roughly on the ground above, a few inches too high in his inexperience, but, at least, under his own volition. "This takes some getting used to," Scott muttered.

Reflexively, one hand went to the glasses, to keep them on her face, the other tried to balance wobbly in the air, a completely useless gesture, but she couldn’t help it. “Just think,” she replied when they were safely on the floor, “maybe you’ll be able to fly on your own, without a plane now.”

“Joel, were going to put you in a special place near the infirmary, a very safe place. It won’t be for very long, just until we can figure out your powers. I promise.”

As they lead Joel to the saferoom, Jean turned her head toward Scott, everything looking bizarre to her in shades of red, “Scott, is the professor already in the cafetorium?”

"I prefer the plane," Scott said, frankly, "this isn't my style." He stepped ahead, catching one of the Shield Agents by the arm, "Emergency only, are we clear?"

"Crystal," said the Agent and they got in the quinjet.

Not moving until the quinjet had left the hangar, Scott turned to Joel, "You're safe here. I know it doesn't seem like it, but you are. We've dealt with much stranger things than this." He glanced over at Jean, "At least we're not eight years old this time, right?"

"What do you mean?" Joel looked at the two like they were insane, "Eight years old?"

"Never mind," Scott said, "Jean, can you handle our new student from here?"

"I'm not a student," Joel insisted, "I'm not... I'm not a mutant, I swear. I'm normal."

Scott stopped and looked at the boy and said, "You are a mutant, and you are normal. Those two things are not mutually exclusive. The fact that your presence here just turned our school upside down suggests to me that you're extremely powerful, and entirely in need of training to control this. Jean and I, we know exactly what you're going through, and we know how scary this is. We're here to help, ok? It's what we do."

Joel looked up at Scott and then he looked at Jean. "Ok..." he said, "Ok..."

Gifting the young man with a rare smile, Scott said, "Jean's going to take care of you." He looked to her and said, "Yes, the Professor is heading to the cafetorium, which is where I should be. Join us when you can."
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”...Jimmy?”

Looking up from his hands, Jim squinted a little at what must of been Sarah. He knew the voice, although he hadn’t heard her coming. The lack of spacial awareness he was going through still wasn’t quite registering yet, and the fact that he hadn’t heard he coming certainly did nothing to help the uncomfort that had settled in on him. Of course, he wasn’t doing as bad as some of the others around the school, but his headache was killer. There was so much to try and process, every single little binary quip within his range was going nuts it seemed. However, his attention flashed down to the metal beast that was currently looking at him expectantly. He didn’t say anything to him, but he knew what he wanted Duma to do. There was another flash of green somewhere in the Apache’s eyes before Duma raced off again, complete with instructions, more or less. With him gone, James finally looked back up to Sarah and wiped his face, hoping to get most of the blood off.

“Beats me on what happened.” He cleared his throat a little and leaned forward a little, trying to get a better fix of vision on Sarah. The fact that he was this blind was the most frustrating part of the entire ordeal, especially when he had gotten so used to being able to just see so well. “I’m not hurt or anything, but I’ve got one hell of a headache… Everything is so loud.” He rubbed at his temple again, trying to figure out some way to turn down the massive amount of communication in his head. It wasn’t psychic and he had no idea of what to focus on to try and shut it all up save for trying to dismantle everything he found electronic. But seeing as he had already accidentally done that previously, it probably wasn’t going to work too well. In his thinking, however, an idea did pop up, and it was one that made his stomach drop a little. There was exactly one technopath anywhere near the school that he knew of with this specific kind of power, and she was standing about 5 feet away.

“Shit, this is your power set, isn’t it? Fuck, did we swap or somethin’? If so w--”

It was right about then that a naked kid entered the room. Fuzzy vision or not, he could certainly still see that the person who walked in was wearing absolutely nothing, and even more so in Sarah’s reaction. It would of been funny if he wasn’t in such a pissy mood He audibly sighed and sat up straight to start unbuttoning his shirt. He was wearing an undershirt, and he was considerably bigger than the kid, so he figured it would work. Pulling the flannel shift all the way off, he tossed it out towards the door and to the kid. The air was a little colder than he remembered it being and he shifted a little in his seat, trying to get used to the feeling of being so… exposed.

“Put that on.”

He had been looking for Sarah he guessed, although now that she had his powers, he was a little wary of letting her get too close to the kids. Super strength was not the kind of power that you wanted to just POOF into your life. It required a lot of practice and training to make yourself safe for the overly fragile world around you. And if she had all of his abilities and powers, then she would be able to certainly wreck almost anything that caught her off guard. Turning his attention back away from naked teenagers and super powered girls, he could feel… something on his mind. It took him a moment or two before he identified it as Duma, who once again made an appearance, pushing past Pearce with a sense of absolute focus. Dangling from his mouth were a pair of his dad’s old glasses. Jim had found them in a box, and stuffed them away in his closet with the rest of his Arizona things. And never had he been more thankful for the fact. Duma sat in front of him and offered them. If Jim hadn’t known better, he would of thought that the cat looked rather pleased with himself.

“Please tell me you didn’t destroy everything in my closet.” He grumbled before taking the glasses, wiping them off with his undershirt and putting them on. They weren’t the right fit and the prescription wasn’t quite right, but things were significantly clearer at a distance. He didn’t know the boy by name, but Sarah’s face became mostly clear and he could see in his immediate area. So, it was an improvement.

“I guess we should probably do what Scott said.” He rubbed his face and stood back up. The dizziness had worn off and now he just felt… tired. He was used to running as such a higher pace, and everything just felt… slow. Save for the computing voices in his head of course. He had finally caught up with them, and while they were still distracting, annoying and loud, he was starting to make heads and tails of what they were saying. Most of it was unimportant, but there was some stuff that he was picking up that could be helpful. Like the SHIELD equipment. But he would look more into that later, right then he needed to make sure that people around him immediately were safe. Their little group gained a plus one in a moment though, when another student appeared via making a giant hole in the roof. He stared for a moment, glancing between Sarah and the guy. It was another student he wasn’t really familiar with, but with the power set he was displaying, he should have. Which meant he was another swap victim.

“You have super strength.” It took him a moment to realize how stupid that sounded and he shook his head. “I mean, obviously you have super strength right now. Okay, uh, I can help you, alright?” He paused again and looked to Sarah. “This’ll help you too. Um, y’all need to stay calm first off, alright? You’re gonna’ be fine. Little movements, be very aware of the space around you and yourself. Be careful, like y’all’re handling something breakable, okay?” He got up and moved over to the guy on the floor and offered him a hand.

“Let me pull you up, alright? And just… please don’t break my hand. Gentle.”
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Sarah Vale
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It was disconcertingly different, the noises she was hearing. The technopathic noise she was accustomed to, the background hum of technology, it was all in her mind. Not her ears. It was mental, despite her references to ‘hearing’ and ‘talking’. Over the years she’d learned to better filter it out, tune out the background static into portions of her mind that were constantly monitoring without her conscious decision to listen. Without her powers, she felt…Empty. It was confusingly silent in her head, like an echoing cavern that used to be filled with people. Her mind was scrambling to try and figure out what to do, what to focus on, her normal multitasking suddenly…Free. Instead, she was hearing physical noises from her actual ears. Enough that it was starting to ache in her temples, although fortunately she was used to tuning out noises.

Jimmy seemed just as confused as she did, and she could only assume this was a power malfunction. Of course, when she mentally reached for the school’s student files, nothing happened, and she scowled a bit more in annoyance. The mention of a headache caused her to rub her temples in sympathy, wincing at the fact that he was probably being drowned in techno-voices right now. Without the training she’d been through, the voices were likely like a crowd vying for attention, streams of never ending data that didn’t know not to talk. The mention of a swap caused Sarah to give a helpless shrug.

“It’s gotta be a power malfunction. Only thing I can think of that could cause this…” Tilting her head as she heard footsteps, she listened as they got closer, turning as Pearce entered, only to turn dark red and clap a hand over her eyes with a startled yelp. A childish reaction of sorts, but quite frankly, that was not something she wanted to see on some random kid, and she glanced between her fingers at Jimmy, absently rubbing her forehead with the hand shielding her eyes.

“Dude, I’m gonna assume for your sake you switched powers, and are not just walking around naked for the hell of it.” The brunette muttered with an irritated tone, waiting until she was certain Pearce had put on the shirt before uncovering her eyes with a frown. “Yeah, I’m Sarah. You’re Pearce, right?” Fortunately for her, she recognized his voice, having memorized most of the students in the school. “Judging by your appearance, I’m gonna hazard a guess that you swapped powers in this random occurrence. Which means someone in the school is running around the systems as energy, am I right?” It didn’t take a genius to figure that train of thought out, and she glanced at Jimmy with a helpless shrug.

Before she could say anything else, footsteps from the ceiling caught her attention, and she blinked up at it, dark eyes following each step. And then the noise got louder, and Sarah clapped her hands over her ears as the ceiling dropped, leaving Christopher standing in the middle of a pile of rubble and dust, looking almost as confused as she felt. Carefully uncovering her ears and shaking plaster off her head and shoulders, she blinked at the new arrival.

“Chris?” Glancing up at the hole, her face paled for a second and she looked at Jimmy. “Oh my God, am I going to do that, because I seriously don’t think I could put up with having to tell Mr. Summers that I just broke the school, when I already broke my bedroom door by accident!” Taking a deep breath, she looked at Pearce. “Pearce, get to the cafetorium. Mr. Summers will be there, he can help. Also, find pants. There’s gotta be someone your size you can get pants from.” Turning to listen to Jimmy’s instructions, she made a face, before raising an eyebrow as he offered Chris a hand up. “Treat everything as breakable, check. Stay calm…Working on it.” The brunette muttered, before sneezing, rubbing her nose furiously as a cloud of dust floated by. Making a face, she sat back down and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Also, I broke my favorite screwdriver.”
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Pearce didn't hesitate to grab the shirt that was obviously above his usual size and put it on. Didn't exactly provide the most comfort, but it would do, and was a heck of a lot better then running about naked. He proceeded to walk into the room, his mind jumping all over the place as it thought about how to break the likely awkwardness that was about to come.

Apparently that awkwardness would never come, when Sarah began to respond to his presence. Although he couldn't help but be surprised that Sarah knew who he was, much less his nam-Oh wait she was a Technopath right? Probably goes diving into personal files located in this schools systems all the time.

"Yeah, I swapped with someone. I was wondering if you could do a quick check of the schools systems to see if whoever had my powers was indeed in ther-" Pearce was cut off by the sudden arrival of Chris, jumping back a bit in surprise.

Pearce failed to recognize the new arrival, and mostly kept quiet as the trio babbled on and on. But his attention was quickly reeled in again when Sarah began to panic or something, worrying about doing something. But what could she possibly be worrying about at a time like this? Wasn't she a full fledged Legacy Squad member? Unless...

The former energy being tried to keep back a disappointed frown, upon realizing that Sarah had swapped.

"Yeah I'll do that." Pearce said as he made his way over to the door of this rather ruined classroom. But his train of thought was completely different.

Now it was just getting frustrating. Go to the cafetorium, that will probably be filled to the brim with people, with just a flannel shirt on? Find pants? From who? Who carries around spare pants? However as he exited the room, in some strange twist of convenience someone teleported right in front of him and teleported away, accidentally leaving behind their pants in a flurry of smoke.

But then in a strange case of inconvenience, the pants turned out to be a bit too wide for Pearce. He put them on, holding them up to prevent sagging as he reentered the classroom.

"Hey, so, do any of you guys have a belt?"
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To say that Chris was afraid of hurting someone would have been a grand understatement of his emotional state, but he calmed down slightly when the male teacher started to talk to him about remaining calm and trying to perceive everything as being fragile. As long as he took it slow and saw everything as an egg, then supposedly he would be okay, which wouldn't be that hard he supposed. Heck, it would be a piece of cake just so long as nothing happened that required him to move quickly or actually fight someone since he had no serious experience with that, but he supposed with this new found strength that hit would be easier on winning said fight. After all, he had been able to destroy a desk and make a hole in the floor, and that wasn't even when he had been trying so he couldn't imagine what he could do if he put his mind to it.

"Hello, Sarah." Allowing the other man to help him up, Chris did his best not to apply to much pressure, which would have done the one thing that none of them wanted to happen.Of course, hearing Sarah freak out about him falling through was not helping him keep his cool, so it was kind of lucky that she came to her senses and started giving some kid wearing nothing but a shirt some orders right before he left. Upon seeing the kid, he figured out that it could have been a lot worse as far as situations went, so he was grateful to still have all of the clothes that he had started out with on his back. "So as long as we don't get upset and remember to think of everything as fragile as a cracker, we shouldn't have any problem getting around the school? I think I can manage that, but what caused this? Are we under attack again?"

It was then that the boy came back in asking if anyone of them had a belt, and Chris had to wonder where the boy had gotten pants to wear. It had only been a few moments since the young man had left and now he was back with oversized pants. Glancing around the room, Chris tried to figure out something to help the young man keep his pants up, but the only thing he saw was the string that could be pulled to raise the blinds. He would have gone for it if not for the fact that he feared that they would come off the walls, and then a thought occurred to him. Looking down at his shoes, he saw a makeshift belt right above his toes.

Kneeling down, he carefully undid the extra long laces of one of his shoes until it was free from his shoe, and then he held it out with an open palm. "Just weave this through the loops on those pants and tie it when its tight enough to keep your pants from falling down." He would have tossed it to the kid, but he wasn't sure if his newly acquired strength would have turned it into the a deadly projectile. Turning back to the other two in the room, Chris wondered what they were going to do if the kid was going to the cafetorium. "So are the three of us staying in this room where or did the two you have something else in mind?"
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