Rab-The Bank
He raised his hand. "Now that we're all warmed up-so to speak-do you have any other alerts we can handle?" He shook out his arms, grinning. "I'm ready to take down ALLL the baddies!" As he spoke, Rab cast a worried look at his classmates. I know I'm too full of energy, but I don't want to leave anyone behind. Or feeling left out.
Rab tried not to squee in the presence of Sue. Heck, he would get a little silly around any of the faculty. They were famous heroes, dammit! And yes, the group who raised and trained him would sooner throw themselves into a black hole than admit it, but they were great and good people, too! And he'd be a fool not to learn everything he could from them, even if it wouldn't go over well back home.
Surrounded by weirdoes
Lambert managed a good pace even when carrying someone a fair bit heavier than him, but at least he managed.
He really needed to get Gwen back after all this, though.
On the good side, the crook isn't fighting so far. Hopefully, that'll remain like that for a bit longer.
He might have to talk to someone about things, though.
"Missed anything?" He said, out loud to the others.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Mara Springwood
"...your solution to this is to have me talk to a cat named Bozo, and then a shrink. Sure. Why not?"
Despite her snark, Mara couldn't help but be a little bit relieved that somebody else was handling the situation. She leaned on the wall beside Izzy, the last dregs of her adrenaline finally giving way to the bone-deep exhaustion she had been warned about. Even as she waved off Sue's concern, her eyelids began to droop.
"Just...give me a minute first, alright? I just-I need..."
Before she reached the end of that sentence, Mara was sliding down the wall. By the time she settled onto the ground, she was either fast asleep or unconscious.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Class 1 Dorms, 8:00 AM — September 3rd, 2020
After saving the day from a bunch of crazed bank robbers, the rest of the day was considerably less eventful. After having their attention divided through two different scenes happening at once, the police eventually got their act together, wrapping things up and apprehending the crooks who started it in the first place. One had got away, and some civilians were injured in the chaos. But ultimately, it was a bloodless struggle. It had been an excellent achievement for Class 1, not even done with their first day of school, and they were already getting attention from the press. Opinions were torn between showing promise or reckless inexperience, the injured hostages and lack of proper negotiation being the biggest argument for the latter. But perhaps there was no such thing as bad publicity.
With the police taking matters in hand, the students were soon ushered back to school. The injured were taken to the Nurse's office, but the opening party that was supposed to be held had been indefinitely postponed. No immediate answer was given, but rumours were the Saint was still MIA. So far, a rumour was all it was, but there was no way to be sure. But if the Saint was missing or his health was in decline, then they could doubtless cover it up for long.
Once the students' injuries were healed, it was back to class, but there was nothing as suspenseful as stopping a robbery. Arja continued training them in combat, but their other classes were more mundane. Public relations, superhuman history, and even mathematics were all part of their schedule. After that first day, it'd be a wonder if it didn't feel somewhat pedestrian.
But today, things were different. They were scheduled for their first off-campus study, on the Northern edge of the city. Abandoned apartments and tenements littered the city outskirts, but that made it perfect for on-site demonstrations. For those who paid attention to the Syllabus, today was the start of Rescue Class, the other half of the Superhero equation. After how their last trip to town went, there was no way to tell if this would one go smoothly. But it was sure to be an experience.
But it was still early at the dorms. Sue had been sleeping on the couch, nuzzled against a pretty blonde in front of the television slept. The both of them were snoring to high heaven, and it was enough to wake up anyone still asleep. All except a small bat, resting peacefully on the roof regardless of anything else. The rest of their day was set in stone, but with an hour to go, what the students did until then was up to them.
Edited by kkhohoho on Oct 16th 2021 at 5:51:04 AM
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
The Light That Blinds
Rosa
Well. That had been...something.
Rosa was quite proud of herself, really. For first-timers and students, they'd done well. Not a single civilian casualty, and the villains who'd perpetrated the entire mess had been taken into custody. All told, a rousing success. Her parents had called that night to congratulate her.
Of course, it wasn't all good news. The Saint had still not shown up, and while there were quite a few reasonable explanations for it—too busy, perhaps, or a family emergency—Rosa couldn't shake a sense of...dread. Like something big was about to happen. Something awful.
Still, life went on. There would be an off-campus study today for Rescue Class, and as Rosa had no desire to save people in a dress, she'd opted for something more practical: a white strapped top, black pants, and white boots. Right now, she was in her dorm room, doing some last-minute reading before classes.
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
Having had an eventful first day (or at least for her) Izzy was still fast asleep in bed... or rather out of bed, as she was actually floating near the ceiling. Spinning in place like a detached astronaut, she was curled up in a fetal position with a blanket wrapped tightly around herself; only her head and bare feet poking out from beneath the coverings. Well, most of her head. The floppy-eared bunny pajamas she was wearing featured a hood that was currently pulled tight over her head.
She'd actually drifted quite a ways in the night. She was no longer above her bed, and more above the door into the room. Which would surely be a surprise for anyone coming in.
The fact she didn't snore very loudly probably wouldn't help in this matter too.
bork
UFO: Unstoppable Force of Obnoxiousness
Lux - Class 1 Dorms
"Okay, sooo...what should I eat today?", Lux racked his brains about what his breakfast should be.
He had snuck into the kitchen with surprising ease, considering his size. But Sue and that blonde person were in a deep sleep, though, so it was less surprising...seeing them like that was pretty heartwarming, nonetheless.
"Hmm...oh yeah!", he found some bread slices in a plastic bag. Let's make some sandwiches~
He had decided to make four of them. He needed to get charged up for today's class. After the peaceful day after that very, very lively first day had passed, they were getting back into business!
When he finished making his sandwiches, he put them on a plate and snuck out of the kitchen to return to his room, so that he could hopefully eat them in peace.
Sweet dreams are made of this~ Who am I to disagree?
Class 1 Dorms - Iona
Iona had been mindlessly drifting through the Plane of Dark as she often did when sleeping, watching the events yet unknown pass by in a thoughtless stupor of sleep. In a way, the tedium of the mundane things was great for falling asleep given how mind-numbingly dull it was. Like reality TV without all the acting or drama, but with at least a bit more potential use in case she glimpsed anything that would be important later. Sue's snoring, however, jostled her mind from its rest, looking upwards to see the Plane of Light bordering the Dark, stretching into infinity. A hazy image came through of Pollux sneaking through the common area into the kitchen to make himself some sandwiches. 4, which seemed like quite a lot.
Eh, don't care. Still, should...probably get up.
She opened her eyes, letting the real world in again as she cut off the connection with the Elemental Planes. First things first, with the sleep rubbed out of her eyes, she attacked her hair with a comb. The last thing she wanted was to wander out with her bed hair. That was something nobody should be forced to behold. Once that beast had been tamed, she wandered out into the common area, still dressed in her P Js. Seeing the other rooms did make her think of Izzy though, interrupting her train of thought. She could at least check on her. Iona had been consistently worried about the girl she'd helped treat a few days ago, after that nasty burn, and though Izzy'd gotten professional help already, she still felt somewhat responsible for making sure she was okay. She tiptoed up to Izzy's door, giving a soft knock.
"Izzy, are you awake?"
When no answer came after several seconds, she held her hand up to the lock as she turned it, willing the air to not move and create noise that might interrupt as she opened the door, peeking into the room. When Izzy wasn't immediately seen in her bed, Iona looked up, looking up as Izzy spun in midair above the door in a blanket cocoon.
Well, she seems alright at least.
Her concern satiated, she closed the door as quietly as she opened it, before sneaking into the kitchen herself. Might as well prepare breakfast and maybe lunch.
Or I could pay a visit down to Mama when I have some free time today, spend some time with Fazio. A small wistful smile spoke of homesickness, a lack of home cooking, and a little-brother-shaped hole in her heart. It had only been a few days, but she missed his mischief already. So much that she didn't notice she was spreading already-spread peanut butter on her slices of bread.
Rab-The Dorms
Rab was lightly dozing, half-asleep and half pondering his breakfast. He hadn't gotten to the diner where all the excitement happened, but from what he'd heard the food was good. Was it repaired yet? He hadn't been sure, but everything had sounded so delicious. Visions of pancakes, waffles, and hashbrowns danced in his head.
Still mostly asleep, he got up and slipped on an old bathrobe before stumbling into the common room of the dorms. Who knew there was so much classwork that went into being a hero? Being a villain sounded much easier. Well, if you didn't mind jail, I guess. The Greyhound, a retired speedster his "family" had brought in to advise Rab, had always told him that With great power comes great profit-if you're smart. Don't take the easy road. That's the sucker's route and leads you to a life of bank robberies and fighting the Junior Justiceteers or some such foolishness. Rab nodded sleepily. "No Justice robberies or fighting the banks." He kept stumbling toward any possible source of food, but wasn't really watching his path.
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
The Dorms, James.
Getting sleep seemed to be lower of a priority for James compared to making sure the few things he had were organized and double-checking to make sure the Barrier Backpack wouldn't short out or malfunction the next time he used it at the very least. Even after that, quietly scribbling down ideas and observations so far in a notepad before he finally got some sleep.
...Not for terribly long, though. Between the snoring and noise of people heading off to get breakfast, James fell out of bed in a panic before crashing into the floor.
"...O-Ow."
Well...hopefully he hadn't woken Nikolai or anyone else up as he scrambled to the kitchen. Half of the things were completely unfamiliar so...bread seemed like a safe bet as he nervously waved to those who had already gotten quite a variety while he...just had several slices of plain bread in a bowl.
"U-Um, g-good morning..."
Edited by TheRealWren on Oct 18th 2021 at 3:11:47 AM
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Mitzi - Dorms
Mitzi had been peacefully curled up in her bed but she hadn't been sleeping for awhile. Those people could snore. And after the time and effort she took to tweak some headphones to shut the sound out, she was past sleep. So, there she was, sitting half-awake on her glider, inspecting the lights and wiring of the dorm, starting with the ceiling. Regular maintenance was a step people forgot about their home, and it kept tech alive longer.
Mitzi also had 8 tabs open on her tablet about the northern edge of the city. This time she would study before going out. The news emphasizing her tearing out the diner's parts to make what they called a 'steam gun' was not something she wanted to explain to her parents again.
And she hadn't gotten a chance to meet the Saint before half-demolishing a diner either. You often didn't get a chance for a second impression and her first outing had gone so... that. This trip had to go perfectly.
"Good morning," she whisper-shouted down to the kitchen where people were starting to gather.
Edited by CenturyEye on Oct 18th 2021 at 6:43:03 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Breath of the Sun
Brokk
Yesterday's escapades had made Brokk realize the important of keeping his equipment on him. Making things was his only real 'power' after all, so he'd effectively be just a short, strong man without them.
To that end, he had been working on a way to carry his armor around. Collapsing it into gauntlets had been a nice idea at first, but even gauntlets were a bit clunky. Brainstorming, he'd recalled the tale of Skíðblaðnir, the ship of the god Freyr, that could fold up into a small cloth.
So he'd set to work sewing. The result, after a few hours, was a pouch just big enough to hold his gauntlets. He'd collapsed after that, the weight of the day setting in at last, and slept like a rock.
He awoke with a yawn, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and rolled out of bed. Stumbling a bit past the scattered crafting materials that filled his and Mitzi's shared room, he spared the princess a nod and a 'Good morning' before finding his way towards the communal kitchen.
The others had apparently made sandwiches (except James, who was just eating... plain bread? Strange lad), but Brokk decided to actually cook something. The fridge was well stocked, and in a moment - after pulling up a chair so he could reach the stovetop - Brokk had two skillets out, one with sizzling bacon, the other with soon-to-be scrambled eggs.
He hummed as he cooked, savoring the smell. A little dwarf-magic went into everything he made, even food, ensuring that the bacon and eggs would keep him energized better than any cup of coffee.
Edited by kagescorpionakki on Oct 18th 2021 at 2:04:15 PM
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Mara Springwood
Unfortunately for Mara, that little involuntary nap on the first day of school proved to be the most restful sleep she was going to get for the foreseeable future. On some level, she'd expected that; the night terrors she'd been having on and off for the past several months did not make for the most peaceful of slumbers. But she hadn't actually had an episode thus far - that would've required her to actually make it to REM sleep first.
Instead, she'd spent her nights hyper-aware of her own vulnerability, drifting in and out of a light, restless sleep. Mara couldn't forget that Sue slept just a floor away, and that she was all but guaranteed to have a key to the rooms. That meant she could get in whenever she felt like it, and they would have next to no warning before she did. Mara's privacy was entirely dependent on the whims of her erratic homeroom teacher, and despite herself she was constantly waiting for the moment it was disposed of entirely.
Still, no reason to kick up a fuss.
The morning of Rescue Class found Mara sitting cross-legged on her bed, holding a hand mirror and putting the finishing touches on her makeup for the day. Her lack of sleep was starting to show on her face, and she absolutely refused to hit the town with dark circles under her eyes. Once she had finished her work and tucked her cosmetics back into her suitcase (which she was still disinclined to unpack), she glanced at her roommate, who was already all dolled up and reading a book across the room.
"Cute outfit, doll, very space-age."
Surrounded by weirdoes
The passing of time doesn't wait for anyone. That's something clear. At least he managed to get a new sword out of this. A greek kopis, turned blue once the magic was set on it. The power over water could come in handy. Once its name was set, as it was baptized Rheo, Flow, Lambert set it back on the room. Back at home, the blade would be set into either the armory or hidden for a rainy day. Later he'll decide what to do with it. Perhaps one of the others could use an extra thing...
But the toil of work, both physical and mental can only distract for so long, and in the realm of dreams, and one often finds themselves alone in their own prison.
The impact of the ground as his body crashed against the nearest tree could be heard all around the forest. As the Sun shone above them all, the warrior raised his head to meet the eyes of his assailant. A tall, strong man with blond hair and bright armor with white and green clothes stood in front of him. In normal days, he might have been seen as the idea of a knight, but now that image is marred by the sheer rage emanating from him.
The knight raised a long sword, it seeming to make the air just ignite. The man in the ground could barely dive aside to keep himself from being torched, not like the piece of wood behind him.
"Gareth, Gaheris, Agravain" The knight standing in front of him started speaking, walking eerily slow "Betraying your king, slaying your comrades, interrupting an execution..."
"You know what happened, so no need to talk anymore" The other warrior said. His dark armor and messy hair glowed menacingly. His own sword was on hand, well crafted and with several symbols on it. The dark knight charged, taking two heavy swings that got parried, and he managed to block a swing directly to the head, but the sheer strength of the swing sent him flying back.
"For my family, you shall fall here, Lancelot" The knight clashed again, an orange glow surrounding him. Lancelot's own blade took a darkening blue shine, as the impeding clash came. The skies were set alight on the clash of heat and light.
"Gawain" Lancelot said, sadly. His regrets will only pile up. But as long as the sun is out, he can only try to survive. Running or hiding will be impossible. Steeling his will, he clashed again, the power of Arondight at least keeping him from being destroyed by Galatine's sheer power.
Facing a brother in arms once again, damning his soul.
Lambert sat up so fast he nearly lost any sense of balance. His quickening breath and wide eyes. He noticed his hand held a sword. A Roman gladius. He dispelled the weapon away.
"Could have been worse" He said. At least it wasn't Flamberge or Rheo. Invictus at least needed to actually hit things to be dangerous.
He got up in a moment. There wouldn't be much point in going back to sleep even if he could. He ran a hand through his face. At least no tears this time. Those nightmares could hit him like freaking Saint at times.
He shook off that feeling and picked up a golden medallion with a horse symbol on it. He gave it a slight squeeze. A white light came out of it, forming into an ethereal figure. A beautiful white horse stood proudly in front of him. It was Gwendoline, his mother's horse since childhood and who kept following her past her death.
"Good morning, lady" He whispered, running a hand through her mane, receiving a soft neigh as a response "Another day to do great, Gwen" The mare went back to the piece of jewelry.
With that, Lambert went to change, food and work don't wait for anyone.
As long as I don't have to make anything more complicated than cereal He has a few tragedies in mind, no need to add another one.
Wake me up at your own risk.
King among Xanas
Nathan had found his new dorm a bit stifling for the first few days, unused to the new bed and environment at first and taking time to adapt. But it helped that quite a few of his fellow students were people he would be glad to count as friends and the classes were enough to constantly keep his busy. "Okay whatcha got for me?" he pulled out his phone and checked his cat of the day calendar, seeing the classic 'hang in there baby' with a cat holding onto a branch. "Yeah, I think I can do that," he jumped out of bed and stretched himself out, changing into his uniform and walking out into the shared dorm living space. It seemed a few of his fellow classmates had already begun the day, through not all of them were the early risers that he tended to be. Still he didn't mind all to much, giving a wave to his classmates and enjoying a cup of coffee and cereal.
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
The Light That Blinds
Rosa
"O-oh, you think so?" Rosa's cheeks heated up, and she buried her face in her book. "I decided that wearing a dress to a rescue course would not be the...smartest maneuver, so...I figured I should change into something more practical."
There was a brief silence, before she suddenly said "You're not so bad yourself."
...why did I say that.
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
(They/them)
Pedro — The Dorms
Settling into his new dorm is what really sealed it for Pedro that his new life had truly begun. With all the hustle and bustle of the first day, actually making it to the school was when it hit him that he was stepping into a new world of possibilities and excitement, and he frankly couldn't be any more pumped.
...Not that it was obvious looking at him in his present state. Pedro Manalo, go-getter that he was, still wasn't quite a morning person. At least not without a cuppa to start the day. Having thrown on a black & white tracksuit earlier, Pedro rubbed his bleary eyes as he shuffled his way to the kitchen and made a beeline to the coffee machine.
"Mornin', everyone," he mumbled as he started brewing a cup for himself, pushing his bangs out of his face as he waited.
Edited by Akkun_K on Oct 18th 2021 at 1:34:25 PM
If I die, tell Hex Haywire I loved him.
Kitchen - Iona
Iona was knocked out of her daydreaming by the arrival of some of the others, looking down to see her overly-spread peanut butter with a sigh before moving onto the next slice of bread.
"Good morning. First study away from the school is today, isn't it? Let's hope nothing goes sideways like at the bank. I think I've had enough tension and drama for the first week here."
Sandwiches assembled, she finished them off by cutting off the crusts and then in half diagonally, neat triangles of peanut butter and jelly. Something she'd grown to like during her time in America, but she still didn't like crusts. She started idly munching on one while assembling another sandwich with ham, cheese, lettuce and tomato, just in case.
Maybe I should make extra in case Izzy or someone else forgets. And I might not even need lunch if I visit Mama.
Four lunch sandwiches soon followed, cut into crusted triangles and wrapped, packed into a lunch box. Work done for now, Iona poured herself a glass of water, sitting at the table and sipping at it while eating the rest of her PB&J sandwiches.
Fluffy/10
Alex
Having joined the class just a day or two before, after their latest escapades, Alex may very well have still be a new face, but that hadn't stopped him so far from settling in quick. And given how little he'd had time to be around so far, he'd made clear that, while he wasn't exactly the shining example of someone outgoing, he was by no means averse to making friends with anyone around.
... That said, Alex was most assuredly not a morning person. That much was clear as he shuffled his way through the dorms in a beeline towards the kitchen, looking tired enough that his usual slightly exhausted vibe looked downright energetic in comparison, and dressed in about half-normal clothes, half-PJs. Only once he was settled at the coffee machine, watching it work its magic, did he address anyone - namely Pedro, as the only other person at the machine.
"Hey, do you know where the sugar is? ... Oh, and, morning."
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
Finally, there was a dull thump from within Izzy's room. The groggy girl soon cracked open her door, sleepily padding out—the blanket still half around her, and the bunny hood still pulled over her head and partially obstructing her vision.
“...mrgh... morning...”
She almost tripped over a chair, but beelined to get some cereal. Her hands uselessly flopped for a moment over the box before getting a grip on it and pouring it into a bowl, and after fetching a glass of water she moved to recline on an available couch to eat her breakfast.
“...heh. Those two're still asleep, huh...?” she couldn't help but smile in a dopy fashion as she looked over at Sue and her partner. “Tha'sweet...”
bork
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
James couldn't help but tilt their head at the slightly odd looks they were getting for the choice of breakfast, a plain bread sandwich with a third slice in the middle.
"...um, i-is there something w-wrong with what I picked?"
The fact that he only just noticed Pedro, Alex and the few other unfamiliar faces made him cautiously back away a tiny bit.
"A...Are you all f-from another class? ...I-I don't...r-remember seeing you y-yesterday...I t-think..."
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
(They/them)
Pedro — The Dorms
"Hmn?" Pedro groggily looked over to Alex, "Oh, lemme check up here." Opening the door to the cabinet above the coffee machine, he took down a jar of packets labelled SUGAR and passed it to Alex after swiping a couple packets for himself. "There you go, man."
As he grabbed some almond milk from the fridge, Pedro responded to James's query, "You know, I was just about to ask him that. Guess I'll go first: Name's Pedro, I was at the bank brawl the other day, and my thing is that if I eat or drink caffeine, I get really fast. Kinda ironic since I ended up being late anyway." After mixing in the almond milk and the sugar into his cup, he took a sip and asked the others, "How about you guys, what are your deals?"
Edited by Akkun_K on Oct 22nd 2021 at 12:51:55 PM
If I die, tell Hex Haywire I loved him.
Rab-Breakfast
After munching down two bananas with peanut butter and red pepper flakes with a cup of coffee, Rab answered. Still a trifle groggy, he said, "Eh, I'm fast too. Dunno how fast. Can't really run a marathon (legally). And my...parents said there might be some other stuff too? Kind of fuzzy on the details. Possibly." He ducked his head, hoping no one had noticed the slight break before he'd blurted "parents." Ok, so they raised me so I guess it counts? Even if it was a bar and not a house? He shrugged internally and settled back to hear what the new faces had to say, as well as the people he hadn't really met yet.
AKA Nixer
Dizzy
“I'm Izzy. I float 'n' stuff...” Izzy blinked wearily, trying to focus on not falling asleep facefirst in her breakfast cereal. “Hi, guys and gals I don't know... *yawn*... yet anyways.. ”
bork
Streets/Diner
The sirens kept getting closer, spinning red lights and marked police cars coming into view. The police were quickly approaching the neighbouring street, but they'd already reached the diner, pulling into the parking lot as the sirens dimmed. The police could be seen exiting their vehicles from the windows, adjusting their belts as they scanned the perimeter.
"Impressive!" Gilgamish whistled, amazed that Mitzy and the dwarf were able to handle two criminals on their own. "Sue was already convinced you were something special, but it appears she was correct. If half of what you say is true, then you have the makings of splendid warriors indeed!" And it might be worth keeping a closer eye on them. Sue couldn't keep such promising young recruits to herself, could she...?
Gilgamesh glanced again at the windows, the police slowly moving towards the entrance as they scoped out the scene. "But I'm afraid I must depart. There are other parts of the city that need my assistance, and I believe the police can take this matter into hand. Unless there is anything you need of me...?"
Even as the police approached, Mitzi's phone did its job. All sorts of news was popping up on her phone, from a raging bull charging the streets to the chaos at the bank. Rumours were already spreading, from the bull being a literal bull to the bank being an inside job, but the truth was always stranger than fiction.
Bank
"Hey, don't talk like that, Izzy! You did good! No one's dead or anything, and you kids even took out the bad guy! All the rest of us need to do is play clean-up."
Even as Mara questioned Sue on her lack of professionalism, another Sue was standing over Hotshot, dragging his unconscious body out of the mech and forcefully restraining him. "DON'T MOVE, BUSTER! EVERYTHING YOU SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST... wait, you even awake? Gosh, they did a number on you, huh?"
Sue gently placed Izzy against the side of the wall, turning towards Mara and the others. "Yeah, I guess it worked, huh? But hey, no need to worry! The cops should be here any minute to wrap things up! They'll take care of the diner and this place too. Then we can haul Izzy and the rest of you back to the academy and get you all healed up! Trust me, you did good. Don't let anyone tell you different."
She was about to look over Lux and Niko, but Mara had one last concern. "...yeah, that doesn't sound good. I'm gonna have you talk to Bozo, okay? He's a bit loopy, but if anyone can figure this out, it's him. Think I'll send you to Laurie too. Cover all the bases, ya know?" She was more concerned about Mara's health, but after she got on her about Izzy, that was the last thing she wanted to hear. "If there's anything else going on, you make sure to tell me, okay?"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around