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Wicked had opted for meeting Hope outside the cafeteria. It was just easier and she already knew where it was. She wasn't exactly sure who she was looking for, but she had summoned a couple of spirits just to make herself easier to identify. They were milling around kind of agitated like, because she was excited. Hope's reaction was totally positive and fairly unique. And she was curious herself.

Dressed for the cold (and man was it cold out), in a heavy black wool swing coat, a black wool knit cap with skulls on it and matching mittens, Wicked sort of danced into place as she waited. She'd grown up mostly in tropical or near tropical climates. Eastern winters were another thing she was going to have to get used to.

Anna had a surprisingly small amount of work to do that weekend. She'd finished all of her actual homework on Saturday, and aside from some studying, she didn't have a whole lot else to do before class on Monday. She had been close to going to look for someone to bug, probably Piotr or Clint, but then she'd spotted a hello type post from a new kid and decided to introduce herself. The girl was in high school, but Anna really didn't have anything better to do, so she'd decided to go meet her. Her powers were definitely something that Anna wanted to check out, partially because of a morbid curiosity about how they worked.

They were supposedly ghosts, and even though Anna wasn't really sure she believed in anything like that, she knew for a fact that certain parts of people could be present even when people themselves weren't physically there. It was possible. She stood outside of Pierce hall, ignoring the majority of the students who passed her but keeping an eye out for someone she didn't recognize. It was a huge campus, and there were a ton of kids she didn't know, but hopefully the girl who called herself Wicked would find her instead of making resort to talking to random children.

Teddy realized he was in way over his head when he spent nearly half an hour trying to decide what to wear to go visit another student in his dorm room. He stood staring down at a pile of clothing, restless and annoyed with himself, trying to second-guess what would look cool, look natural, look right.

Like there was some kind of actual answer he could stumble across if he just tried hard enough.

"Fuck it," he sighed, grabbing a blue hoodie and tugging it on. He piled everything else on his bed, not wanting to leave a mess for Hank, and grabbed his sketch book, tin of prismacolors, and a hipsack. He kept his head down as he made his way through the dorms, cycling through potential conversations, planning what he could say, and ultimately discarding everything he thought of as he neared the cadet's wing. He'd already come out to the guy--

--he couldn't believe he'd done that; he'd never even said the words before, not even to himself--

--so trying to organize himself into some kind of representation of what he thought Brian might want in a friend seemed disingenuous. He'd tried that with Greg, and look how well that had gone. He'd done it a little with JP, too, and JP left. So. He was going to try to be himself and see how far he went with that. He didn't know why he wanted to be Brian's friend so badly, but he did. Maybe it was because he sensed that Brian needed him.

God, what a stupid thought.

Trying not to flush, Teddy made himself stop thinking and rapped on Brian's door.

Gert had tucked Old Lace firmly back inside her mind, shut the door, turned the keyed and bolted everything down as tightly as she could. The last thing she needed was for Old Lace to chomp down on Chase. Again. The rest time it had happened, there had been a plethora of excuses at the ready not the least of which was the fact that her power was pretty brand new and easily provoked all those years ago. He had taunted her, and Gert had lost control and defended herself in the brand new way that her genes had devised. It would not do to have a repeat now though if anyone was likely to draw that reaction out of her, it was bound to be Chase.

There was also no earthly, sensible reason for her to be the slightest bit nervous so she pushed that feeling to the back of her mind as well and locked another door. The tinge of paranoia, though, she was going to keep. The option that this could all be some sort of massive set-up was still prevalent in her brain.

Grabbing her favorite pair of drumsticks off her dresser--there was no way she was going to trust a video game to be packaged with proper drumsticks--Gert closed her door behind her and then stalked down the hall to Chase's door. She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, drumsticks in hand, looking at the door for a moment, wondering. There were lots of ways this could go terribly wrong although only a 34% of those scenarios ended with her getting kicked out of school.

She could live with those odds. Shoulders back, Gert knocked and then crossed her arms over her chest again, waiting.