Scene 1: Bright New Day at Unmei (Morning 1: All)

"haha haha... Haha... Heh... Hah...", Akira has a hard tune catching her breath after laughing so hard.
"Haah. No... She's definitely one of them. My handler said so." Akira taps her ear, indicating an earpiece (that isn't actually there). "He's being real cagey about the others though"

If it is the mushroom queen her plan is simple, send out her minions, pick up loners and bring them back for dusting with spores. Ana watches for this kind of action as she moves through the room.

*Just like a match, circle your opponent, find their weaknesses.*

Focusing helps, reducing the possibilities, keeping causality in check.

The other moving students tend to keep their distance, Ana drifts closer to the uncomfortable three to check them out.

"Your... Handler. Right." Seriously, which God did she have to pray to for something sane to happen at this point. Anything, really. She didn't even care if it was bad. Like a mugger, or an overly affectionate drunkard. Just... Something she understood would be nice.

She gives a long sigh. "So what, you some kinda soldier back home, tiny?" Lotte asks, entering into bartender mode and just preparing to listen. That was the best she could do to achieve normal right now.

"Yah. Mercenaries. We are called Kaze Noir. Dumb name if you ask me, but I'm not in charge of naming things. We were on a mission in Brazil before... Whatever you'd call this. Trying to take down a big Cartel"

Having scouted the room a bit by not taking an exactly direct route to the food and back but taking one that would not seem to overly odd, Dan/Josh returns to the table with a fairly loaded tray and sits down. He then picks up some bacon and toast and asks, "So anything new."

He then combines the toast and bacon and adds some egg to it and begins eating the sandwich. As he does so he closes his eyes and begins to digest his mental food. Going over slowly and in detail everything he had seen, heard, and smelt. It was impossible to tell in this situation exactly what might give an insight to any aspects currently taking place.

Oxana makes her way around the hall, trying to observe the three students she noticed earlier. They also notice her. The first student is a female, she has green hair up in pig tails, and wears white and gray striped shirt, and a pair of short shorts and shiny thigh high stockings and heavy boots.

As Oxana approaches, the girl's hair snakes up and forms two fanged maws like venus fly traps that quietly hiss at her. The girl turns and mugs at Oxana, as if saying, "Yeah your tough, I know it, but I ain't scared." The hair plants undulate menacingly.

The next student is hard to read. He wears what looks like a black suit from the front, with a bright blue tie, and giant rubber yellow rain boots. On the his back are six evenly spaced rings that seem to be made of the same yellow rubber. On the seat next to him is a giant, gun metal gray, bell diving helmet, that when worn completely obscures his face. As Oxana gets closer she sees that his hands aren't hands at all, but five octopus tentacles wrapped around one another. His "fingers" twist and writhe in disturbing directions to grip his eating utensils.

His expression is cold and calculating. He gives Oxana a once over as she passes, but seems to dismiss her as important and goes back to peering at the next table, not quite as inconspicuous as he might hope he is.

The third student she noticed earlier is wearing a completely green super hero suit that includes a cowl and high collar. His eyes are covered in yellow goggles that seem to have been fitted with high tech yellow lenses. Oxana can hear then whiring as they seem to focus on things around the room and then her.

He has a notebook that he is writing in with the cover half closed. When he notices Oxana coming near he closes the book and puts his pencil down. He does not turn to look at her as she goes by though.

Ana leans on the table and looks the girl in the eyes, "Your hair, does it just do that or are you in charge? Because, truth be told, it is pretty cool. Mine is Just this awful shade of pink, and it does not do anything."

Icy black smoke from her hands spreads across the table and drips down to the floor.

"Sorry about that," She apologized removing her hands from the table, "Good luck."

The headache was beginning to come back and her ribs were throbbing as she walked past the mushroom squads table. Ana gave their paperwork a quick sideways glance as she wandered past.

Ana sat across the table from the others and down a spot, she smoothed her skirt out carefully, "Is not the three in the corner, they are working to figure it out too."

She winced a little leaning back and rubbing her ribs, "I think Regina George and the Plastics over there are the best bet, separate lone students from crowd and dust them."

Looking at the sandwich Ana frowns before rubbing her temples, vaporous shadows roll across her shoulders and across her chest. Pulling out her phone she looks for any kind of social media from her previous life, maybe there’s another Oxana here.

The girl with the flytrap hair smiles a crooked grin at Oxana. "The babies sort of act on my subconscious thoughts, so they can defend for me...sort of...or I can direct them to do what I need. I think you could go green if you wanted. That would be cool. We can talk more after class if you want."

She does shy away from the smoke but sort of makes a nervous laugh. "Sorry, its it's just...well we've all heard how much getting hit by that stuff hurts. It's not really personal." She gets up and takes her tray to the return station.

The boy with tentacle hands picks up his helmet and follows her. Catching up he stops to speak to her. He stands about a foot taller. Her hair snakes around to nip at his nose, but an octopus tentacle bursts from his back and slaps it away gently. She seems surprised but he brushes it off as no big deal. They speak for about 20 seconds then part ways. The boy scans the room as he walks toward the food court again while the girl with the green hair walks back to her seat with a confused look on her face.

Anika smiles, "I was thinking maybe blue, or perhaps going back to red, at least I think it was red once."

"I need to some soul searching after class, see if I have one or something like that."

"How about after dinner?"

"Sure." the girl replies.

Back at the table Ana continues to search for traces of her previous life, Oxana, online while flipping through the photos and personal things on Anika’s phone. Photos, taste in music, contact information, email history.

She looks at Chou, Mirai and Dan, her accent is suddenly brutally thick and her diction is off, "Before I bring up awful thought that crosses mind, what you think of Pastic’s as villains for this exercise?"

After Akira's outburst a lot more eyes were being directed at the table. Mushroom Head has gathered a a group of ten students by now and they are all chatting as if they were old friends. She shoots your group a look that is best described as halfhearted disdain and leads her group out of the dining hall.

A male student with a black helmet bearing the number 13 in white letters approaches. "So, I'm not sure what's going on. I've heard some other people talking, and it sounds like we are already supposed to be working on something? You seem to know what's up and given that you are on the outs with England, I'm willing to risk my reputation and just straight up ask you. What's going on?"The squid-who-walks-like-a-man comes back to the table and puts his diving helmet on and just sits. The kid in the green super-suit crosses the room and sits two tables away from the rest of you.

Dan/Josh looks up to guy with a 13 on his helmet, "Well if you missed it there is a coded message in your syllabus informing you that you are either a villain supposed to planning nefarious things or you are supposed to be trying to figure out who is and the teachers will be discussing this later with us. Akira here thinks that Mush for... uh... Ms. England and her four cohorts are those denoted five students that are being villains which may or may not be the case. She had an altercation with her prior to coming here so that could be part of that reason. Although as far as I know you could be one of these potential villains. The only way to know for absolute sure is if someone actually does something nefarious or you can look at the syllabus they were given assuming of course everyone's syllabus is not the same and the specific students were told outside handing out the syllabi. As for Ms. England if she is not playing the villainess then she sure does not have much of a heroic attitude so it lends credence to that suspicion. That is unless you can like read minds or have a way to sense villainous intentions, which would be extremely handy for this assignment."

"I'm still pretty sure Mushy is being too obvious for a villain. She's just got Queen Bee syndrome and thinks she's entitled to be a bitch to everyone who doesn't worship the ground she stands on." She noted the amount of people gathering at their table and her expression skewed. So much for addressing the elephant in the room - The fact that the four of them didn't belong here. There was no way their personalities matched up with those of the original owners of these bodies - They'd get found out eventually.

"Yeah well what I cannot understand is if she is not playing a villainess then why would the teachers allow her to so miss-use her powers upon fellow students like she's obviously doing. I would think they would curtail that kind of activity if not to help her understand what it means to be a hero at least to save the other students from her misguided abuse." While he talks with the others at the table, his mind is a whirl trying to solve the puzzle that had been placed before him. Surely there was some way to determine who was playing the villain roles otherwise why assign such a task to the students in general. Would they simply do this to mark the students as simple failures and begin that proverbial beat down that their teacher outlined. He does glance up to 13 and says as he gesture to spot near him, "Want to sit down and join us?"

"Umm, guys, she's getting away..." Akira stands up, hoping some food was enough to fix whatever was broken in her body, and heads out of the dining hall to follow Mushy.

13 replies, looking sheepish, "Oh, I uh...no I didn't put all that together. I hadn't really read the syllabus at all. Figured I'd look it over in the thirteen minutes or so before class..."

He continues talking to Dan "So, um just curious...I don't remember seeing you at Orientation last week. And since I only moved in last night, I was wondering, you know, who you are, what your deal is...all that. You give off a cool vibe, and you aren't brown nosing with the popular kids," he jerks his thumb toward the door where Mushroom Head went, "thought maybe that makes you someone cool I wouldn't mind making friends with. My names Ethan, Ethan East."