Carolyn
Morgan was reclined on a sofa in one of the many common areas scattered throughout the dorms. Her darker blue hair was, for once, bound up and back, and it was still wet. She'd apparently just finished dyeing the roots blue again. The old, oversized T-shirt, that had once belonged to her brother, was stained with so much paint and dye that the original design has been long since lost, and streaks of blue are visible on her wrists and forearms. 

She felt bored, mostly. She idly checked her phone while she waited for the dye to finish drying. One end of the cable was in the charging port, and the other was held gently between her teeth. Charging her phone with her powers was an old, old habit, one she'd picked up back in middle school. Every few seconds, she looked away from her phone, glancing around the room as she killed time.
Darlene
A sudden cry of "WATCH OOOOOUT!" Bellowed through the common room as the door shot open, and a slim, delicate-looking girl holding a bowl of... Something... Rushed into the room. She quickly placed the bowl opposite Morgan on a coffee table, seemingly without even noticing her sitting there, and moved on to digging through her pockets and cursing in French. Loudly.

Which is when she spotted Morgan. She practically jumped in shock. "Oh! E-excuse my French, hah." She kept digging through her pockets, just barely stopping herself from loudly swearing again, then sighed. Either she'd left her phone in the kitchen, or in Hammerspace. She didn't quite know what was worse.

"Just dropped my phone somewhere."
Carolyn
Morgan jumped violently at the sudden cry. She dropped the charging cord out of her mouth, and tracked the girl's motion with her eyes. She didn't recognize what the words meant, but she could recognize cussing in any language. "You're fine. I've already got a mouth to rival a sailor." She glanced around. "Want some help looking? I don't have anything else to do." It was kind of entertaining watching the girl's flurry of motion and panic. She hadn't seen a phone around, but it had to be somewhere. 

Out of curiosity, she glanced at the bowl set on the coffee table in front of her. *Who sprints around carrying a bowl anyways,* She thought, grabbing the end of the charging cable she'd dropped. Her phone buzzed, resuming charging the moment her fingertips made contact with the end of the cord.
Darlene
Considering the contents of the bowl, it immediately became quite obvious why she was sprinting - she didn't want her instant noodles getting cold.

"No, it's fine, it's probably just in the kitchen," She stammered out hurriedly, "I'll go get it later, don't worry about it, it's not your problem and phones all have that find my phone thing these days anyway-"

She stopped herself from talking any more and quietly started rummaging around in Hammerspace, only visible to Morgan as a hand behind Mél's back and a concentrated look on her face.

First, she pulled out a pair of chopsticks, which she promptly proceeded to grab with her other hand.

Next, she pulled out a bomb. A round one with a big fuse, like you'd see in saturday morning cartoons. It promptly exploded in her face, leaving her charred-looking and wincing in pain.

"*Tabarnak!* I- I'll be fine."
Carolyn
Morgan lets out a less than dignified, noise of surprise and fear when the bomb explodes, but it's quickly apparent that there's no actual danger. Try as she might, she couldn't stop the laugh from escaping her lips at the literal cartoonish scene that played out before her. Still, she asked as her laughter died, "Are- are you sure you're good? You've got some uh... Some soot on your face there. Did you literally pull that out of your ass?" She reaches up, intent on wiping the smudges off Mél's face.
Darlene
Mél suddenly doubled over laughing. She was used to the bomb gag, but it still hurt a bit - less each time, though. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fiiine," She forced out between breaths, her cadence convulsing and shifting as she tried and failed to suppress her cackling laughter long enough to speak.

When finally her breaths felt heavy, and she couldn't quite muster the energy to laugh anymore, she calmed down and grinned at Morgan. "No, not quite, but something like that! More, uhhh." She trailed off. She couldn't really remember how to say pocket dimension, or what it meant. "Dunno how to explain it. Sorry! It likes pranking me, though."

Which is why the bombs don't... Kill her.

"I'm Mél! You?"
Carolyn
"My name's Morgan. Nice to meet you." Morgan was... Totally lost, as to what the girl's power might be. "Sounds... Engaging. Do you frequently explode, or...?" Morgan's question trailed off. Half her attention was still devoted to figuring out where Mél's stuff came from. She understood it was probably some sort of cartoon logic, but like... Where did it come from? It was such a different power to what she'd become used to, it was fascinating. Her own was simple. She generated electricity, and everything was a derivative of that base. A power pranking someone? That was a new concept to her.
Darlene
"Yeah!" Mél seemed happy as she shook the soot away, mostly, leaving only a bit at the tips of her flowing hair. Clearly it didn't hurt anymore. "Sometimes, when I try to grab something, I'll get a foam version, or a bomb, or something like that." She shrugged. "Maybe it hates me!"

She looked up and down Morgan for a few moments after that, trying to get a grasp of what her new friend looked like. The first thoughts that came to mind were "Creative" And "Messy" - Morgan's shirt stained with all sorts of colors, her hair wet...

Mél hadn't actually noticed Morgan's hair until then. Her face lit up, only slightly forced on her part - the prospect of maybe experimenting with hair dye again felt exciting. "Woooah, cool! Your hair looks great! Do you always have it dyed blue?" She had basically already taken it for granted that she would get along with Morgan. She got along with lots of people!
Carolyn
Morgan smiled slightly. Mél's cheer as she said, 'Maybe it hates me!' was both funny and infectious. Her smile brightened at the compliment. "Uh, thanks. Yeah, I've been doing this since I was pretty young. I try to keep up with it, though I forget sometimes if I'm really busy." She glanced down at the dried stains on her arms and shirt. "Normally I have my brother help me so I don't make such a mess. I can do it on my own, but somehow it manages to get all over me, even if I'm being really careful." She'd at least remembered to put a towel down so the floor of the bathroom wasn't stained blue. That would've been a pain to clean up. "I'm just waiting for it to dry now."
Darlene
"Oh, don't be so blue!" Mél didn't really do anything, but there was a glint in her eye of something that definitely thought it was funny. "I'm sure you'll get better at it, you just have to practice!" She sat down on a cushion at the coffee table and retrieved her chopsticks, looking up at Morgan.

"C'mon, sit down, we can talk while I eat! It's probably already cold, but who cares." She stretched in a laissez-faire sort of expression - not that she'd know what that meant if she didn't already speak French - and began eating, slowly.

"What about you," She asked through a mouthful of lukewarm instant ramen, "What kind of stuff can you do?"
Carolyn
Morgan rolled her eyes at the pun, but smiled. "Yeah, just takes practice. Morgan was, already sitting, but she settled back into her seat, relaxing again. She smiled and held up her index fingers. "I can do this." She pressed her fingertips together, then separated them. As she brought her fingers apart, a strand of electricity sparked to life, connecting them. It wasn't a particularly strong current, but the strand of energy glowed and crackled, and Morgan's eyes stared intently at her fingers as she concentrated on maintaining the flow. After a handful of seconds, the flow of charge stopped, as did the noise, and Morgan set her hands down. 

"There you go! I'm a living power line." She took her phone charger back in her left hand, and the phone buzzed again. "Pretty useful, as long as I'm not accidentally shocking anything. I've tried cooking toast with it but..." She remembered briefly the horrible burning smell that had filled the kitchen in her old apartment. "Well, it wasn't edible. I don't have quite that much finesse."
Darlene
Mél stared wide-eyed at the little spark of electricity. She hadn't been at Newton's Cradle for very long, and she hadn't been exposed to many 'superpowers', so seeing someone draw that kind of current through their fingers was captivating, like a stage magician's tricks.

Except perhaps better, because it really was happening.

"Woah. Yeah, that sounds great! When I try to do stuff with mine, uh..." She grabbed a little tuft of her hair and shook the scorched ends a bit. "Yeah, you saw how that ended, heh. I wish I could just burn toast instead of burning myself."

She looked sad, for a brief, fleeting moment. She'd lost more to her own powers than she cared to admit. Maybe being at Newton's Cradle was for the best. But she was there - making friends, and a better life for herself. She quickly cheered up again, and finished her noodles.

"You seem cool, but I have to go look for my phone!" Before Morgan had realized it, Mél was on her way out. "See yaaaaaa!"