<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Cyclops<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 3, Room 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dormitory, Floor 3 Lounge<br/><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everyone, EVERYTHING (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_iAE2JIyEE)<br/><hr/><br/>Scott hadn't really needed directions to the dormitory, since he had been staying there for some time already, but, he followed along with the group regardless. He was glad that their resident advisor was so excited about things; Her attitude made it easier to settle in. Maybe they should have put Jimmy on her floor, though Scott wasn't certain that anything would sell him on the facility, or it's faculty. Sitting down on one of the rather comfortable chairs in the lounge, he settled in for question time. In truth, he didn't really have any. He had been living there long enough that he had more or less figured out the facilities, food, how to find his way around, etc. Still, the Doctor looked so excited by the prospect of answering questions that he felt a little bad for her. Stephen's question, he already knew the answer to, at least if his own room was any indication; It was catered to him, to prevent him from shooting lasers through the walls. He assumed the others were the same, but, he certainly wasn't about to steal Jessica's thunder by answering for her.<br/><br/>"<strong>Is there a curfew we should be aware of?</strong>" Scott asked after taking a moment to come up with a question. It would be good to know; He didn't want to get in to trouble for wandering the halls at night.