Last Tuesday? {open}

[Izzy James]

Izzy had no idea why he was standing on the first floor of the dorms wearing his PJs. He did know that he couldn't really see a clock anywhere, that he didn't have his phone on him, and he wasn't quite sure what day it was. Usually, he could remember at least the day. This was mostly because he did have roommates who liked him. Sort of. Plus there was the phone. Izzy had never figured on sleep-walking. Or sleep-jumping forward in time.

So he looked around, trying to see if this was normal. There seemed to be people here and there, milling about. But that could be at any time. People sometimes headed back to the dorm for stuff for class, and it could be the weekend even. But how did you figure something like this out? Izzy couldn't very well just waltz up to someone and be all like "excuse me, but I seem to have misplaced myself. Could you please tell me what day it was?"

"A calender," said Izzy. "Or a computer. I need one."

He started searching, trying to be stealthy about it. Considering that he was wearing flannel pajama pants and a Beatles t-shirt, with his hair a complete mess, he hardly looked like someone who knew what they were doing. More like a crazy person. Which was about how he felt right about now. Stupid power side-effects. And he'd been training and everything.

Izzy started peering about, trying to find an unoccupied computer or a calender. Seriously, didn't they put these things up somewhere? He moved to the vending machine, trying to look casual and look at the same time. He was failing.

Miserably.

[Noah Wilde]

The first floor of the dorms wasn't someplace that Noah usually liked to hang out. It was noisy and people were always running in and out frantically. Everyone seemed like they were in such a rush or like the sky was falling. Though Noah couldn't say that she didn't sometimes get a bit frantic either. The girl was prone to panic attacks after all. But today she was moving slowly, her first class was over and she had been looking forward to spending the day with Jane Austen in the quiet of her apartment. Unfortunately, her roommates had other plans and had a slew of guests for a study party? It didn't sound like a "study" party to her.

So she took her book to the first floor. Silly girl. But part of her did want to have some human interaction today even if it was only idle conversation. She settled herself into the big arm chair across from the vending machines, tucking her feet under herself and getting comfortable before she opened her book. She was about 10 pages in when she spotted Izzy. She recognized him from just being around but didn't formally really know him. He looked confused, very confused. She watched him from over her book.

He looked rather.... sketchy as he seemed to stalk the vending machines and search the rest of the room. What on earth was he looking for? Spying on? She wasn't entirely sure. Her book lowered to her lap, she was far more interesting in the rather odd boy. She wanted to say something. She wanted to talk to him or ask him what on earth he was doing, but as per usual Noah's mind thought and her mouth could open but it was shut quickly before words could come out, to passive.

Breathe. she reminded herself. That's what she was always told to do. Breathe. Breathing made communicating far easier. "Are you... looking for someone?" She finally managed, able to hide the shake in her voice, or at least she thought she did. She really wished this was easier for her. He'd probably think she was nuts if he didn't already. She knew people talked about her. The weird quiet girl who's voice liked to shake if she could even manage to get words out to speak at all.