Brandon
Uriel had seen the view from the rooftop plenty of times by now. The twinkles of constellations seemed etched into their familiar locations, descending to their rightful place in the Swedish sky. 

*Did the stars look the same back at home?* Uriel wonders, the wind blowing their braided pale hair down from their shoulder. *I can't seem to remember anymore.* 

It's cold, but Uriel was equipped for the weather. They buried their chin into the collar of their purple poncho as the wind continued to sting against their fair skin. Knitted gloves and hand warmers did little to help with the cold, but they took comfort in the soft texture of wool against their fingers nonetheless. The frigid February air wiped the grogginess from their deep grey eyes, and for the first time in a long while, Uriel almost felt fully awake. 

Almost. 

They clutch a thermos in their hands, taking a sip of strong mint tea to warm themselves up. It felt nice to hold, and it felt even better as the hot liquid trailed down their throat.
Joel
As soon as Scout saw Newton's Cradle, he knew he wanted to climb it. The bizarre shape, the challenge of finding footholds in huge slabs of concrete - it was just too tempting. Sleep still isn't coming easy his second night (does jet lag go both ways?) so he gets himself bundled up in a hoodie, a knit cap, and fingerless gloves to take a stab at that climb.

Outside, he finds it easier than his first glance suggested - the ivy crawling down the walls is a significant boon. It isn't the tallest building Scout's ever climbed all in one go, but it's definitely up there, and the presence of cameras necessitates a cautious, deliberate pace as he sticks to the deepest shadows.

At last, though, he hauls himself over the top ledge, sweating through his gloves. As he peels them off, he straightens up to get a look around - and sees with a start that he isn't alone on the rooftop. "Aw, shit, hey," He blurts out in his surprise.
Brandon
Grey eyes framed by deep eyebags stare back at Scout. The figure that greets Scout looks almost like a cryptid of sorts— tall, pale, androgynous in a way that makes it hard to pinpoint their age. Their gaunt and tired face contrasts with a long, pale braid that caught the light of the moon. 

Uriel blinks as Scout summits the rooftop— once, twice, taking almost a full second and a half to process the odd event. 

"Oh," They say. Their French accent is thick, and their voice is light and airy. "You climbed the building." Uriel looks down from the rooftop, noticing the handprints in the vines that adorned the concrete building. It made the vines look a little more damaged, and it saddened them just a twinge. 

"You are..." Their snow-white eyebrows furrow as they search for the right English idiom, "*Breaking in*, yes?" 

Despite Uriel thinking that the unfamiliar teenager was breaking into Newton's Cradle, the albino didn't seem to react with any real emotion. "That is not a good thing," They say impartially. Even though such an action would have *Wildly* Dangerous connotations, 
Uriel delivered the information as if they were repeating an observation they had made, and not one they had any real opinion on. They take another sip of their tea. "The students here will be greatly saddened if you are here to do any harm to them."

A voice in the back of Uriel's mind helpfully reminds them that they are a student as well. *Ah,* They think. *Right, I am.* 

This unusual scene didn't feel like a dream to Uriel. Perhaps they would have cared more if it were.
Joel
The person starts talking, and Scout takes in the height and the white hair - fuck, a teacher? On the roof? Oh, fuck, he's gonna be in so much trouble. "What?" He yelps, his voice jumping in pitch. "No, listen, I'm not - I was just - I'm an acrobat!" That's not true, not even a little bit. He plows on anyway. "I - I mean, an acrobat-in-trainin', after I graduate I'm gettin' picked up by Barnum an' Bailey. Listen," He tries again, pivoting tactics. "I'm new, I didn't know we weren't allowed to - y'know, climb an' shit. I'm not a robber." To emphasize the point he pulls off his hat, shoving it into his hoodie pocket along with the gloves.
Brandon
"Oh." Uriel simply says, staring at Scout. With that, they sit down, seemingly take Scout at his word without a second though. 

"There have been break-ins in the past. I apologize for assuming, however. The nature of this facility does make it..." They trail off, looking for a word, "*Susceptible* For outsider interest." 

Ah, but how rude of them. There was another student here, and Uriel hadn't even bothered to introduce themselves. 

"But... That is in the past." They say, unceremoniously switching the topics. "You are a student. My name is Uriel, and I am also one of you." 

Uriel gestures over to the spot next to them, and stares at Scout in waiting. Even the rhythm to which they pat the spot next to them is slow and lagged. 

"Please," Uriel continues. "Do introduce yourself. We are classmates now, no?" The thick accent rolls of their tongue, and they smile softly. It doesn't reach their eyes, however. "Do not worry about me being intimidating. I am very..." They pause, placing a slender, gloved finger in their cheek as they think of another word, "Un-intimidating."
Joel
Scout's heart is still pounding, half from exertion and half from panic, as he processes the words. They're a student? Scout momentarily turns up his vision for a better look - they're definitely not as old as he thought they were. They're also sitting down for some reason. He turns his vision back down just in time to hear Uriel give their name.

"Scout," He answers as he sits down beside them. "I didn't mean to freak you out. I just like climbin'."

Apparently, though, Uriel thinks *Scout* Was the one who got freaked out! He prickles with embarrassment. "Yeah, no shit you're not intimidatin'," He says indignantly. "I thought you were a fuckin' teacher or somethin', I just didn't wanna get in trouble!"