<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>Mantis, others at her table<br/><br/>Stephen wasn't unaware of his age and attire both making him stand out among the others, but he was still a teenager (for another few months, at least) and still fairly new to his awakened abilities. But he wasn't expecting to be called out so abruptly by someone who seemed to lack certain aspects of good manners. In fact her pointing a half-eaten corndog at him was almost as ridiculous as doing so holding a rubber chicken or some other British-comedy style faux pas. Speaking of British, that loud, pretty-boy Arthur's whole big display had also gotten this girl's attention and she introduced herself as...wait, she wanted to be called something other than her 'real' name. Then again, everyone was going to start using codenames sooner or later anyway. "Erm...Brandy, right? Or was it Mandy?" he couldn't remember names too well, never had the knack, though he was fairly close to her actual names of Brandt and Mantis.<br/><br/>He sighed and stood up. Well, it was never too early to start making friends. Or mortal enemies, for that matter. He was done eating, having not been too hungry, and left his tray where it was. "Be careful with that thing," he pointed to the corndog jokingly. He wasn't sure about the others near her, but he hoped they weren't quite as direct and uncompromising as this young woman seemed to be. "I'm not sure what you might have wanted to talk about," he sat down slowly, "but I'm sure we'll have plenty of time while we're here. I'm Stephen, Stephen Strange." he gave a curt wave of the hand rather than offering to shake. Her accent confused him and with her odd mannerisms he wasn't sure if sticking his hand in her direction might have been considered rude or even threatening. The last thing he needed was to either get punched in the throat or be forced to use his abilities and blow the table across the room.