Mirira turned beat red clear down to her abundant chest.  Vi just smiled innocently and answered, "Yeah, those were<i>really</i>weird!  Even weirder than those gems on your face; but still not as weird as my extra hands!"  One of Vi's tendrils snaked out of her sleeve and offered itself for a handshake.  It made it halfway to the lad before the fountain they stood beside erupted around one very water-logged upperclassman.  Both girls jumped back in surprise--or fright, and Miria continued to stare at the man in terror for his entire performance.  Vi watched curiously, especially as he emptied the water in his lungs.  How he had managed to speak with all that inside him was a terrific mystery, even better than how he wasn't dead from it.<br/><br/>"It's, uh."  Vi pulled out her phone to check it.  "Eight forty.  AM," she added, just in case.  "You, uh, gonna be okay there?  Are you, like, one of the groundskeepers?"  Who fell in while he was cleaning the fountain, or maybe just was really dedicated to making sure the entire bottom was cleaned.  But that wouldn't explain why he wore plain clothes--and especially that jacket--into the fountain.  But it really wouldn't be nice to accuse him of being a homeless bum first.