<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn04.cdn.justjared.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redmayne-evans/eddie-redmayne-luke-evans-british-film-awards-2013-11.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephen Strange<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Doctor Strange (after graduation)<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>3rd floor, room 3<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slacks, light jacket, tie, collared shirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>The others he was observing were an odd mix. Definitely a bit risky to have them all running free like this. He was sort of expecting a more military-style thing but this was really more like a private institute with much more freedom. He was surprised nobody had already pulled out an ability and created a scene, even if by accident. The least they could have done to facilitate social interactions and teamwork would have been to assign partnerships and give everyone a task to accomplish before eating. He wasn't sure what the others were capable of but he would have been happier to at least associate with someone who had abilities similar to his own.<br/><br/>He noticed someone heading in his direction and felt a slight aura about her that he hadn't felt from anyone else present; he didn't know what it meant but he suspected it may have been that she did have an ability like his, whatever it may have been. The list wasn't exactly long...not yet. Manipulation of energies, or possibly astralprojection. Too bad he wasn't that great at doing the latter. Oftentimes he'd fall asleep and remain within his dreams instead of consciously leaving his body. She may have been able to use those abilities or something else entirely...but he guessed it was likely to be very close or it wouldn't have registered with him.<br/><br/>He wondered who she was. She was a pretty girl, clearly not someone he would have seen in the neighborhood or private schools he grew up in but that didn't matter. Difference was refreshing and obviously she had something special about her, too. He considered getting up to move closer but it might have seemed to awkward after taking the trouble to distance himself. Maybe later. He did seem a tad overdressed as well. This wasn't his medical school interview, after all; his acceptance had been automatic. He kept his ears open, however, and soon determined that she was called Danny, or something like that. Strange, he thought. Then he sighed; he always felt conflicted about his surname. It certainly seemed apt now, of course.