Rebecca
Finley Carlisle slipped into the main cafeteria, glancing around. They had put a hand against every odd looking brick or space along the walls and the portions along the floor, searching for something akin to the Wonderland stories they'd read as a child. After finding nothing satisfactory, they rested against the wall, and pulled their long-ish white-blond bangs out of their face.

They looked out for the others they'd recognize from the initiation ceremony, adjusting the silver hoops sitting neatly in each ear. Only a few still stuck out. Morgan, the girl who had leapt up on the stage, and had made a large entrance, and the other boy, the Korean one. What an interesting personality he had.

But, they pulled out their phone, checking the discounted intranet for any updates from their travel companions.
Candice
Suddenly, a rather short lass ran into the cafeteria, looking around, then having a look of realization set in on her face. "Oh wait, I don't even know what they look like to recognize them, gah", Veronica audibly muttered to herself.

Veronica, in how she presented herself, might be just the opposite of how she looked back at the welcome party. For one, the very energetic and rough tomboy is ways from the sleepy mess she presented herself as back then. She had just freshened herself up earlier and now wearing a green-accented black shirt over orange crop top. Down to the shorts and sports shoes too, vastly different from, say... A large-tshirt-wearing-sleepyhead... Yeah.

"Lightningrod, lightningrod... Hmm...", Veronica mutters even more as she continues looking at everyone in the room.
Elizabeth
Vizhkir had barely stepped foot in the space when he saw the other students. The last to arrive he felt sort of bad for being late. He stayed back for a moment, observing the two's movements, outfits and really anything else he could. He found Finley rather easily, they had a face and style he couldn't forget. He walked over casually, leaning on the wall close to them and tipping and imaginary hat. 

He wore black tactical pants and a navy blue plain shirt with his jacket over it. He looked similar to the ceremony from earlier in the month. Tapping his foot on the floor he wordlessly watched for their other companion, who he had a vauge idea of their appearance. Spotting her he waved her over, hoping the seemingly scatter brained person would notice.
Rebecca
[i will respond to this very soon! I just had to shower <3]

Noticing two of interest, Finley nodded at Vizhkir. They knew little about him, only that he was very Russian, and nothing else. They murmured a quick greeting, before spotting the person he waved at. The girl, yes, Finley had seen her once or twice. Bird-like. 

They called out a louder greeting towards her, nothing too loud. In that regard, they *Knew* That *Technically* The trio was not doing anything wrong. Exploring was not against the rules of the school, in most regard, they supposed. So who minded?

"Nicanums, correct?"
Candice
"Oh, ah" Veronica turned towards the two. "Yes, Nicanums, and the name's Veronica! Nice to meet ya!", the lass putting her hand out towards the two... At an upwards given given their height and *Especially* Vishkir's.

Noticing this herself, Veronica turns a bit towards the androgynous... Yeah, she'll ask later, lowering her hand's angling in response to that. "So... *You're* Definitely Dragon so you must be Lightningrod, correct...?", Veronica referred to the Russian and the androgyne respectively, though with a tinge of wondering if she did get it right.
Elizabeth
"You have the correct man, Da" Vizhkir said, looking down at the girl with an expressionless face. It was generally hard to tell what Vizhkir thought or felt via facial expressions or movements. He normally looked bored or simply unimpressed. He gripped the girl's hand with bone crushing force and shook it once, a swift up and down motion, before letting go and letting his large hand fall back to his side. 

"Vizhkir Valentinovich Dragovich" He said blandly, looking over at Finley. "Where do you wish to start? I know where the basement entrance is. Not so much what is down there" Dispite him having fairly decent ideas of where things where he still was not versed in the whole school's layout.
Rebecca
"There is no reason to be so aggressive," Finley drawled, stretching their boney fingers in front of their face. "It'd be dreadful to be tossed out of here on your brawny Russian ass for breaking someone's hand, wouldn't it? I see how tight you grip her hand. Are you compensating for something?"

They stood from the wall and glanced down, down at Veronica. They nodded, adjusting a simple black bomber jacket on their shoulders. "I am Lightningrod, yes. You may call me Finley. Pleasure is mine."

Finley pointed in the direction of the basement, and flexed their fingers apart. Static sparked between them. "Let us go then, yes?"
Candice
Veronica honestly... Didn't even feel that much of a grip herself, not a tinge of flinching or anything on her face. Her body *Does* Seem abnormally tough, a trait which she'd already connected in her mind to her other powers, and which may have even been *Why* Such a grip was done to her hand by the Russian.

In fact, she herself just wondered why the "Shake" Part was that aggressive as Finley just mentioned. She just mentally shrugs it off and turns back to Finley. "Aye, sure!", Veronica replied at the query, though noting the static thing.
Elizabeth
"Agressiv- fuck I'm sorry" The russian said, a look of genuine worry flashing over his face, however it was quickly replaced when he noticed Veronica's reaction to it. He looked over at the entrince and nodded walking over and propping open the door for the other two. He found the static to be intresting, and reason not to pick a fight with Finley. 

"Давай, у меня нет всего дня" He muttered under his breath, waiting patiently for the other two. He looked down the steps leading to the basement, a sense of adventure filling his chest. He was heading into the unknown, and it felt amazing. His mind flipped back to when he and his Father went ice fishing years ago on a Siberian lake that had frozen over. The thought that he was doing something he hadn't ever done before exhilarated him to the core. And just like back then, his heart sped up just a bit at the thought of a new experience.