Today, the first official day of this year's Kalston Kamps, the arena was thronged with folk.<br/><br/>Dozens of people, young people, in various costumes and masks, capes and colours, were standing, talking, gawking, floating, looking, flexing. They were all crammed into the arena, and in the centre stood one man. He was atop a small podium, and he looked out with calm over the assembled young superheroes and Kalston staff behind them.<br/><br/>With only a little hemming, he managed to clear his voice in a way that got the numerous chatty teenagers to listen to him.<br/><br/>Well, that, and the walls around the arena were now glowing a luminous yellow.<br/><br/>"Hello, thank you, can I have your attention please. Thanks. Thank you. Now..."<br/><br/>He was of average height, wearing a tweed suit that one might see in a university lecturer. His hair was foppish and he was lean.<br/><br/>"Thank you all for coming. Today is the first day of the new Kalston Kamps initiative, and you are all assembled here today to get a first briefing. My name is Shaun Fields, but with my PHD in metahuman physics, a degree in youth communications and a small business run with my own powers, you may as well all get used to calling me Doctor Fields."<br/><br/>He spoke with confidence, and a...hint of an accent? British? Australian?<br/><br/>"You've come far and wide here to our lovely institution to train yourselves and your abilities, and also to serve your government. It is an honourable thing you do, for the path to learning is one of the most noble one can take. Not to mention you're indirectly relieving the US prison system of a lot of stress, but I'm not really supposed to talk about that, ahaha."<br/><br/>A look over the heads of the candidates. It wasn't a nervous look, but it seemed aimed at some of the other adult staff behind the throng of young superheroes.<br/><br/>"You've all been briefed, and you know the score here in this lovely little town. What you don't know, of course, is what teams and living quarters you will be put in over the next couple of months."<br/><br/>A bare blink and a thrumming yellow screen popped into view in front of Dr Fields. It was now clear that the thrumming yellow walls were also his creation...and apparantly his super power. He began reading from the data scrolling across his yellow screen as he spoke.<br/><br/>"For now, I will be designating alphabetically the teams and the names therein. You are, of course, free to create your own team names in time, and declare them to our officials to go on our records. Creating your own names helps build morale, a sense of purpose and maybe even the foundations of your future crime fighting career! But, anyway. For now, the teams are announced as thus..."<br/><br/>Dr Fields began a long and exhaustive list of teams and their individual members. Young superheroes all over the arena reacted in excitement as their team was read out, and immediately began looking for the others on their team, eager to meet their new allies.<br/><br/>Doctor Fields had gotten to Team F.<br/><br/>"Team F. Quartered in the log cabin. Seraph. Creeping Shadow. Voltaic. Wolf."<br/><br/>"Team G. Quartered in the steel house. Amplita. Ms Kancade. Plasma. The White Flame."<br/><br/>Dr Fields then went on to name teams H and I apparatly the last to be called, and allowed the excitement to pass and the hubbub to quieten before going on. No doubt the young superheroes in question would want to find their new teammates and check them out, as these would be their new allies and partners in the war on crime, and perhaps one day would be responsible for their lives.<br/><br/>"Of course, these are your assigned teams for missions, and your living buddies. You will be free to mingle in all other spare time here at Base and meet and socialise with whomever you want."<br/><br/>The good doctor didn't mention of course about night time activities. He'd clearly seen and heard of enough teenagers sneaking around visiting other living quarters in the dead of night to know that teams didn't always keep to their assigned bunks. He smiled patiently as the eager bunch of teenagers bubbled with excitement.