Game Day ((Rhi 8D))

[Anonymous]

Wake up: 0500.
Dressed at: 0520.
Coffee ready: 0530.
Go outside of dorm and realise that it is an off-day: 0535.

Fitz had barely been awake when he exited his dorm, fearing that he would be eventually scolded for not being of utmost preparedness, but was slightly astonished in his sleepy stupor to find a few people milling about, chatting, some going to one of the rec. rooms or busily fiddling with their phones.

Quickly he downed his coffee and got another cup, soon joining the others in milling about. It was quite strange to have an amount of time to himself like that, he felt as if he should be doing something and didn't quite know what to do at first. It wasn't long, though, before he made his way to one of the rec. rooms himself to play games. Many of the other candidates were in another room, playing some game or another as a group, and he was alone in the room excluding a small group of three showing off their skills on some game in the corner.

Fitz grabbed himself some chips and sat down at a gaming console for a while, messing around on it for a bit until he grew tired of it and sat at a table, bored, absently amusing himself by creating small sparks on his fingertips, occasionally making one that made a small snapping noise.

[Rhi-Rhi]

Dakota yawned as he walked, a cup of hot mint tea in his hands. It was an off day so he could have slept in, but Dakota had been an early riser even before he'd entered the Program. After years of rising at 0500, well, now it was engrained in him, a habit he couldn't shake. 0600 was sleeping in for him, anymore.

Though he'd been moved into the Citadel after graduating to Stage 5, he tried to visit his friends as often as he could and that was how he decided to spend this day. Of course, most of them weren't early risers and would be using the day to catch up on some precious sleep, so he'd just have to kill time until they returned his texts.

It was a bit of a pity he'd have to wait, though, because being an almost-Pilot had its perks! Like getting to not wear that hideous gray uniform. Dakota had gone on a shopping spree on his last off day and now he was dressed up in street wear, jeans and a nice black-and-purple striped sweater, of course accented with lots of accessories: colorful dessert-and-animal themed hair clips and plastic rings. Even his cell phone was decked out with charms. Dakota did have a weakness for cute.

Entering the rec room, he found a table to set his tea on and glanced around. It was pretty empty except--pop! The sound caught his attention and, eyebrows raising, he looked for the source.

And soon found it. Aha! Another eletrokinetic? There were so few of them! He recognized the kid in a "passed him by in the hallways a lot and he shared a class with me" sort of way but he hadn't talked to him much.

Smiling, he stepped a little closer. "Might wanna be careful! Our, uh, gift doesn't always play nice with expensive equipment."

He knew from experience. He'd shorted out more than his share of electronics.

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Fitz looked up from what he had been messing around with and smiled back, swiveling in the chair to face the other man. He as well recognized the guy, having seen him before around the complex. It was nice in a way to be seeing someone in something other than the uniform the candidates had to wear for the most part. A bit of colour wasn't so bad.

"That is very true. Almost fried my cell phone by accident a bit ago. It can really be a gift and a curse, huh?"

Ever since the little incident with his phone, he had always kept a rubber cover on it. Though it was a bit irritating sometimes, it was an elegant solution to his problem...well, when he wasn't touching the screen. Oh well.