Vending, Circa 2011 {open}

[Izzy James]

The vending machine whirred dangerously, nearly shaking with the effort it was producing. The thing rocked back and forth, bumped against the wall, and occasionally tossed a package of peanuts or some candy into unsuspecting students. Perhaps unsuspecting was a bit much, as the noise should have been more than enough warning. Not to mention the shouting and arm waving of the young blonde man standing a few feet from the machine.

This requires us to look back a bit. The young blonde man was Izzy James, and Izzy, well, he had a bit of an issue with his power. Yes, he could control time, manipulate it to his will and all, but he had a lot of power. Gross amounts. Stupid amounts. Unfortunately, said power never seemed willing to obey its wielder. See: rampaging vending machine of death.

Izzy had focused his power upon the machine, figuring that he could speed it up slightly and get his snack a few seconds faster. Simple enough, right? Should be easy. It had actually worked too, for the first round. The machine had spit out Izzy's long desired Snickers bar, which he'd pocketed. Unfortunately, someone else had come up and asked Izzy to repeat the process. he had. Then he had again.

Then time got a little out of control.
And there were flinging Kit-Kats.

"Someone want to get a teacher or something!?" yelled Izzy, waving his arms again. He should be able to just dismiss it, or something, but his head was spinning and his stomach was churning, neither of which were conducive to, you know, thinking.

Thankfully there were other people about. It was the first floor of the dorms, after all.

[Lucah Ivaskov]

Heading out for a little walk, same as always, was Lucah. He had been in his dorm studying like a mad man, talking to Belle, and trying to write a poem...all at once. He needed a break. His break included: walking, a bottle of water and usually something from the somewhat slow vending machine. Not much to ask for. He already had his bottle of water and was walking, now he just needed some peanut M&M's then he'd be set.

Well as he was walking to the machine, he noticed from somewhat far back that a boy was standing beside it, handing out candy much faster than the vending machine should have been working. Lucah had an assumption that the boy's power was involved. When the machine went crazy, he knew he had been right. A slow smirk slid onto his face and he walked up with his hands in his black jeans pockets.

He stopped next to the flailing boy and the vending machine. "Are you having trouble my young friend?" He asked with a small hint of condescension in his tone. "Let me guess, something with electronics?" He didn't expect to be right, but that didn't matter. He was going to pick on the younger boy, just for a bit of entertainment. Stupid Americans and their fail of machinery.

Lucah smirked wider as he continued watching the chaotic machine.

[Izzy James]

"Yeah, actually, a lot of it," said Izzy, dodging out of the way of a shooting Kit-Kat. On the plus side, there wasn't a whole lot of actual material within the vending machine, so unless it started flinging out its actual parts, it could only go so far. Sure, it was labeled A-ZZ, and included projectiles ranging from chip bags to cookie saucers to Kit-Kat missiles, but at this point, Izzy was really stretching for a "good thing."

"But, uh, not exactly electronic based, believe it or not," Izzy laughed nervously. He dove back into the fray, talking over his shoulder as he tried to shove the treats and snacks back into the vending machine. It wasn't working. Actually, that was a bit of an understatement, as a too fast cookie shot out and caught Izzy in the mouth, making his head move and nearly rocking him back on his butt.

"I sped up the machine itself," he explained. Maybe if he moved his arm to block the exit area? He tried it, positioning his body just so. "So we could get our snacks faster. I figured that, you know, it was better than waiting and all that. I just think that it went a little too fast, and now, well."

The machine kicked out again, as at least six cookies shot into Izzy, knocking him onto the floor.

"Hey, at least they gotta nearly be out, right?" asked Izzy, sitting up. As if on cue (because Fate's a mean sonuva...), a cookie shot out and caught Izzy in the face, making him fall back down, slightly dazed.