Rebekah
Evan pulls his hands out of his pockets to reach out and accept the piece of paper. He returns her happy look with... A complicated one, if only for a moment before he dips his head down to read whats written on the paper.

"Okay, sure." He says, as his brows furrow even more. "What's APT again?"
"Self-Defense..." He mutters, if only to let that reality sink in. Was it really that bad for people like them? He hesitates for a second, but leaves the topic alone for now.

"And... Its up to you guys to decide when it seems like I've learned everything I could have here?"
Bryan
"It's an acronym. Applied Paranormal Training, I think. We just call it APT." The APT groups were split up by Power Class, Pernilla faintly recalled, and the Contacts were too. But she didn't know much about Power Classes themselves. She skipped the reading.

She wasn't qualified to speak much about APT, basically.

Evan's follow-up question puzzled Pernilla a bit. She wasn't quite sure whether to agree or disagree. "Well, um..." *Was it?* They certainly tried to retain people, but that wasn't always successful, and telling people that outright would only make it worse.

"We don't want to keep you here if it isn't helping you, but... Yes, I suppose it is."
Rebekah
Evan... Well, stares at her for an awkward quarter minute. He tries to make it seem like anything other than a stare, but that's what it was. The complicated expression on his face laid bare for those few seconds.

"A bit too late, when I'm here already." He says, quietly. He himself doesn't know exactly he's trying to communicate, saying that. "You're... Not letting me leave immediately, that much I can guess."

"That's fine, I guess." He says. Knowing a bit more about his situation now, he feels a bit less bitter about having to stay here. "I can keep this, right?" He says, eyeing the piece of paper with his schedule outline on it.
Bryan
— (Paused but this time it's my fault) —
Adam
Morgan was out on the grounds practicing. To a casual observer it might look like she's trying to skateboard, but after a few seconds, it's clear to see that she's riding what looks to be a metal trashcan lid. Strands of dark blue hair hang in front of her eyes as she pants faintly, already winded from trying to use her powers. She tosses the lid out once again, jumps onto it, balances for a few seconds, then overbalances and falls a few feet back to the ground. There's a loud bang as the metal disk hits the ground, and the even louder sound of Morgan shouting a string of curses into the air.

She lets herself lay on the grass for a while, trying to catch her breath and waiting for her wrist to stop hurting. She lifted the limb into the air, glaring at the cast still wrapped around her wrist. "Stupid goddamn..." Her voice trails off and her arm flops back to her side.
Lynne
Finley, for all intents and purposes, had never ridden a metal trashcan lid, nor did they understand why someone would wish to do so - but, they still stood, just out of the evening sun's reach, and watched Morgan go back and forth, back and forth. They bit a hangnail off, raising a brow.

*I bet she'll crash soon,* They thought.

Not a moment later, she did indeed, flopping onto the grass with more curses than Finley assumed any of their wardens would appreciate. They watched her for another moment, wondering if her wrist was highly broken - again. 

"I don't think it's wise to continue that," They called finally. "Just a thought."
Adam
Morgan pushed herself from laying on the ground to a slightly more dignified position sitting up. She glanced around for a second before she found the source of the voice. "Well yeah. It's definitely not wise. But like, I can make a trash can lid float with magnetism, there's no way in hell I'm not gonna learn how to ride it." She glared at the dented metal disk. "At least it's supposed to float, when it's not busy dropping me on the grass." 

It was at this point that she realized where she had seen Finley before. "Hey. You were at the- the thing. The-" She snapped her fingers as the word came to her. "Celebration. For the new students, yeah? Hi. I'm Morgan."
Lynne
"Right, yes," Finley nodded, beginning to walk over to her from the corner. (What a rat.) They stopped beside her and looked down, debating on sitting beside the near-stranger or simply watching her with slight judgement. 

"Magnetism, hm? I'm more of an electrical hazard, myself, but I could see the appeal in such an ordeal. Once you learn to float, you won't ever have to buy one of those horrendous hoverboard contraptions. Simply find the nearest street corner." The barest bones of a smile pulled on their face. "I'm Finley. Finley Carlisle. Pleasure."
Adam
"Technically it's electromagnetism but it's basically the same thing. I don't really get the science behind it but apparently when you spin electricity you get magnets." Morgan spun her forearms a few times when she said spin for added effect. "Which is why this is so hard for me. I'm like, exploiting a science loophole so I'm still not sure exactly what I'm supposed to be doing." She smiled. "Nice to meet you Finley." 

Morgan stood and looked down at the trashcan lid, deciding whether or not to try again. In the end, she decided not to push her luck. She did however, lightly kick the lid a few feet across the grass, just to make sure it felt her displeasure at it. "Well I'm done with this tonight. What're you doing out here? Just taking a stroll?"
Lynne
Finley nodded again. They sat down across from her, fingers immediately beginning to pick at the grass and pry it apart, shooting a glance towards the trash can lid that had begun to skidder away. Morgan seemed like decent company - a bit ditzy, but not unrealistically unpleasant, and she had a sense of easy-going that hadn't quite gotten on their nerves yet, so they supposed she was alright enough.

"Supposedly," They answered. "I haven't done much else since arriving here. It's a bit peculiar, don't you think?"
Adam
"What, this place? It's weird as hell. The teachers are all unusually nice, I don't get yelled at for being in the art room painting at 2 in the morning, the food is halfway decent, and there's actual trees and parks around. It's like, the opposite of where I grew up." She put her hands on her hips and sighed. "Not to mention the whole superpowers thing. I always thought I must be like, the only one. I mean, it's a big world so I guess that doesn't make too much sense, but I never met anyone who had powers before this place." She was back to unconsciously picking at the cast on her wrist as she talked, half watching Finley and half staring off at whatever happened to catch her attention for a second before she focused on something else.