<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Shadowcat<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 3 | Room 2<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd | Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Strange | Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Everyone | Specifically Danielle, Jean, Jimmy, Scott, Victor<br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>More than human.</em><br/><br/>Those were the words that the man on stage had described them as and, honestly? They were still kind of sinking in. Katherine Pryde never really felt special or unique a day in her entire life. Not at home, not at school, nothing. She had been, for lack of a better term, just plain and ordinary and, hey, she could live with that. A seventeen-year-old whose main concerns were getting into college and blushing when that cute guy in Chemistry would turn around to ask for a spare pencil. It felt like a rug had been pulled from underneath her feet and, all of the sudden, all these new responsibilities were suddenly piling up as she was singled out as one of these kids who were meant to do something more.<br/><br/>But could she really? Kitty wasn't a soldier and she sure didn't feel like a hero. But that was what this academy was for in the first place, right? Grooming up people like her to help fight alongside people like Tony Stark or, as a more immediate example, even Steve Rogers who she recognized as standing on stage. While it was nice to know that they were going to be in capable hands – one didn't wear an eye-patch without meaning business – it still didn't do much to reassure her when she remembered all the destruction that had been caused in New York and that she might be expected to participate in a crisis just like that one.<br/><br/>As Katherine straightened out the hem of her knee-length skirt and adjusted her blouse, chocolate brown eyes curiously traveled over to the man seated in the wheelchair. Fury introduced him as Charles Xavier. A supporter of the program and a consultant. Right. It didn't take a genius to know that there was a lot more than was left out there. The man seemed to exude a presence that was more than that. More than the Director and Captain Rogers even, despite his shorter stature due to his seated form. She just couldn't put her finger on what that actually was. Hmm...Intriguing. Of course, it was then she could swear that his gaze met her own and she hurriedly looked away, turning back towards the speaker in a trench-coat instead.<br/><br/>The speech was short and concise. Almost frightening to the point. And, after what couldn't have been more than two minutes total, they were left to their own devices. Just like that. To call the sinking feeling in her stomach akin to the one she had on her first day of high school when she had arrived without knowing a soul would have been oddly appropriate, actually. All these people, totally foreign and completely unknown to her except for a bunch of names which really didn't amount to much. Except for Brandt anyways since someone without a first name likely had a pretty darn good story behind it. Still, the regret of spending her first day at the facility sticking mostly to herself and fiddling with the tablet gizmo – come on, it was more complicated than it looked! – was definitely hitting her. Sure, she had made some small introductions to those who had been around and even had gone for a late night swim to clear her head, but now was the part where she couldn't hide anymore. All she could do was take a deep breath, realize that everyone else was probably going through the same feelings as she was, and just take a dive into the deep end.<br/><br/>Scanning the students who had wasted no time in getting up showed that most had made a beeline straight for the food. Her own stomach growling, she couldn't exactly blame them. What else were they going to do? Awkwardly stand there? Having something in her hands would help. Joining the small crowd as everyone began grabbing various selections of food, Katherine tried to pick up a plate and mentally cursed at herself when she saw her hand go through the stack on her first attempt. She had to calm down. Trying again and sighing in relief as she managed to pick one up this time, she piled on a little amount of...something. Kitty wasn't really even paying attention to what was on her plate as long as it was edible. That wasn't exactly her main concern right now.<br/><br/>Jean Grey and Scott Summers were the two that she probably felt most comfortable around, just coming off the fact that both had seemed to settle into the facility more than everyone else and that both seemed rather friendly. Recognizing the red hair, she gave<strong>Jean</strong>and her companions a little wave with her free hand. She saw<strong>Scott</strong>join one of the others at a table<strong>who was wearing a biker jacket</strong>and gave him a nod and a smile. There was also<strong>Danielle</strong>and<strong>Victor</strong>who seemed to be talking although, two people Kitty could really say she knew by name. Her gaze scanning the others, there seemed to be a bunch who had separated from the pack, choosing their own tables to sit at instead of the one which was slowly filling up with more people. Recognizing one of them, she decided to carry her food and take a seat across from Sam...no...Stewart? That couldn't be right. Stephen! Yeah, bingo.<br/><br/>“So, uh, hello.” It wasn't the most eloquent of greetings but it would do. She fidgeted in the seat a bit, straightening out of the hem of her skirt before raising a hand across the table for him to shake. “I'm Katherine.” Her shoulders came up in a shrug. “Or Kitty, I guess.” Pausing to clear her throat, she put on her best grin that came easier than she thought. “I think we're on the same floor so I thought I would come by and introduce myself. The third one, right?” That wasn't so hard. “Room 2 here.”