After a little while Jameson started to get a little antsy. Lazing around listening to music was great and all, but he felt like walking around to see who else lived in the dorm. He hopped out of bed, slipping on a pair of flip-flops and grabbed a pencil that sat on the nightstand next to his bed. He always liked having something to fiddle with and use his powers on, especially since it worked as a great ice-breaker. He walked out of his room and changed the pencil to the density of latex, stretching it out between his fingers as he walked towards a pair of girls further down the hall.