Who: Matt and Elektra When: Saturday night Where: Dining Hall What: Matt's... down.
Matt had been listening to NPR on his iPod all day. He'd been wandering around in even more of a funk or a haze than he normally did--as he was a bit too distracted to use his powers and locate things around him. He'd tripped over a chair, bumped into a wall, and dropped a glass of water because his hand wasn't quite over the edge of the table.
Now he was sitting, buried in a baggy hoodie, his earbuds stuck in his ears, at the dining room table. There was a glass of water--untouched for an hour now--sitting in front of him. His arms were folded across his chest, and his brow was furrowed.
His roommate was dead. Matt hadn't stayed in his room last night. He couldn't do it. At first he didn't think he would be so affected, but then he kept wondering where Bobby was, and why he wasn't back yet for the night. Finally Matt took his blanket and went to sleep on the couch downstairs. He hadn't been back to his room since.
It was growing colder in his mind and in the dining room. He wasn't ready to deal with everything that'd happened yet. And the nameless, faceless voices pouring into his ears wasn't doing what it normally did in distracting him. They kept saying things like "mutant" and "attack"... things that were hard to ignore.