Who: Jean-Paul and Josh. When: Saturday morning, before lunch sometime. Where: Out on the grounds and up in the air. What: JP has discovered he can fly. And he really, really likes it.
Three and a half days after waking up to find that he had absolutely no memory of who he was or what he was doing in this place, Jean-Paul was more or less convinced that he was Superman in disguise. No, seriously. Faster than a speeding bullet? Check. More powerful than a locomotive? Well... okay, maybe not. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? Definitely check, and it was awesome. He'd discovered the flight ability by accident, when his legs had got away from him a bit and he'd tripped over his own ultra-fast feet and fallen down the stairs. Only he didn't fall, he sort of... floated, with a push from inside that felt the same as when he propelled himself at superhuman speeds. He'd guessed that he could use his power to fly, and so here he was, out on the grounds. He'd put on a jacket, but once outside, he found that he didn't really need it, even though it was a chilly day. Maybe that was another part of his powers. Super speed, flight, resistance to cold... he was convinced that he was pretty much the best superhero ever. He should probably be out fighting for truth, justice, and the American way (or the Canadian way, since that's apparently where he was from, not that he remembered that).
For now, though, he was just testing out this newfound skill, making himself hover a foot or so above the ground while he tried to work out how to make himself go. Jean-Paul wasn't a very patient person, he was learning, and it took a lot of self-control to keep from just shoving with the indescribable power he had inside of him and seeing what happened. But he didn't want to explode or hit something and kill himself that way. Figuring out how to use this would take time.