Westbrook Academy for Metahumans: Forums

*A singularity forms on the second floor of the dormitory. Within hours, walls begin to twist and bend. Within days, whole rooms are missing. Within weeks, the campus ceases to exist.*

They're already quadmates. Getting them any closer toys with cosmic forces I dare not tempt.

Ar and David are currently roomie-less. I should warn people that my track record for roommate vanishings is actually worse than Sam's.

Also, a reminder that room decorating happens at the start of each new trimester, so be looking for that in late May/early June.

Private rooms have their own bathroom and everything, so that the whole range of control issues that make cohabitation difficult can be addressed. That's why they've been listed in the past without the A and B by the room number (and typically as one of the first five numbers on the floor, but that ...

http://i698.photobucket.com/albums/vv347/bendstone/Westbrook/you-cant-have-awesome-without-me.jpg Ar Belly flop footage, as promised... http://img841.imageshack.us/img841/4876/bellyflop.jpg The video shows Chris and Jared leap off the diving boards at the same time and swan dive toward the water. J...

The blond next to Aglakti did a terrible job of hiding his amusement when his boyfriend marched out.

"So," he said into the silence, "that happened. But question: Do we get sorted now or is that more of a midterms thing?"

"Ar! Get up! Fire!" Panicked voice, check. Ag's voice, check. Fire, check. Nothing for it but to get out of bed. This was exactly why every pair of underwear had to be the best pair of underwear. One never knows when one will be making a late night - scratch that, early morning - appearance in one's...

His tummy hurts. Ar moved through the drug store efficiently, pulling products into the basket as he passed without slowing down. Theraflu, because he asked for it. A couple different fever reducers. Saltines. Ginger ale. Orange, apple, and grape juice. Ar thought for a moment about grabbing the la...

His thumb flicked over Pikachu's eye, tracing the familiar path around then over, around then over. The sheen had worn off the plastic button ages ago, the surrounding plush permanently flattened down and away. Around then over, around then over. He had gone two years without seeing the inside of th...

I can do that. It was a common enough thought while watching someone else show off. His legs could do that, though he'd have no trouble kicking higher. He could hold that longer. He could get at least one more spin out of that. He could definitely hold that longer. Aglakti was pretty good, all thin...

"Arthur Rawlings." The boy shook himself out of his thoughts, or more accurately out of his lack of thoughts. None of it mattered. Which was stupid, he knew. None of it should matter. In a matter of minutes, seconds even, he would be perfect. All over again. And nothing in between would matter. He w...