Cara Collins had entered the room once the small crowd had formed.  She'd gotten her invitation the day before and of course couldn't help feeling curious.  Kevin London was somewhat of a legend at the university, a prodigy some called him, though his socials skills were at times the butt of numerous jokes.  Cara wasn't one to judge though and she hadn't really interacted with him.  She, like everyone else no doubt, was a bit envious of his intellectual skills, though she could hold her own.  Science was always something that had fascinated her, however her penchant was more for biology rather than chemistry.  It was possible that she was just a bit gun shy after more than one explosion caused by her bubble headed chem partner in high school.  Once she had almost lost her eyebrows!<br/><br/>Cara had arrived just slightly after the specified time.  She'd gotten wrapped up in writing a paper as usual.  This time it happened to be a 'short story' which she'd somehow begun turning into more of a novel.  Her muse could run away with her at the most inconvenient times, causing her to have to edit for over an hour.  Then of course she had to get ready.  It was irritating that the invite hadn't specified the manner of dress required, she hated being unprepared!  Finally she had just settled on a bamboo green satin dress with a robin's egg blue sash.  It was one of those staple pieces of a wardrobe that could be dressed up or down.  The shape too was timeless, a sheath that showed off the curve of her hips, the narrowness of her waist, and the fullness of her breasts.  Usually she didn't wear garments that were so clingy but she decided that she quite liked the way this one looked.  To keep the whole thing understated she'd added a white cropped cardigan that's hem came only to her rib cage and the sleeves ended just above her elbow.  It was plenty to keep off the very slight chill of the evening.  In her choice of shoes, Cara had to admit, she'd indulged a bit.  She chose very high, rather strappy sandals in the same color as the sash tied around her waist.  Just looking at the shoes made her smile.  During the week, for class and running around campus, she always wore sensible, yet stylish, flats.  These were fun shoes and she was happy to have an excuse to wear them.<br/><br/>Once her outfit had been decided upon she ran her fingers through her long, wavy golden locks, glossed her pouty, well bowed lips, and walked out the door.  She tended to be a perfectionist with most things and her appearance was no exception.  There had been just the slightest hesitation about going to the rather nondescript gathering, but Cara was trying to be more outgoing, trying to go to more parties and social events than she had in high school.  Her mother thought it would make her more well rounded, and really that was the only school related pressure she ever got from her family.  Critques that she was working too hard or putting too much pressure on herself.  And maybe she was ... but that was exactly why it was a good idea to get out of the dorm room for the evening.<br/><br/>When Cara had arrived she remained quiet, not being too familiar with most of the people in the room. Of course she knew them by name or reputation or face, but that was the extent of it.  Really, she decided, she<em>should</em>socialize more.  Most of the people in the room seemed to be quite 'popular' according to what she'd heard here and there on campus, and she began wondering why exactly<em>she</em>of all people had been invited.  Sure she was smart enough, but as far as Cara knew she was relatively an unknown socially.  Ah well, perhaps it was just best to be a fly on the wall for the evening and take in whatever was about to be said.  Everyone seemed so abuzz about it.<br/><br/>When Tabitha, someone who Cara didn't deem all too tasteful of an individual, burbled that it was Kevin's turn for the spotlight her attention focused on the host, her celedon green eyes never left him as he spoke.  She listened intently as she would during a lecture in class.  Hearing his words her eyebrow involuntarily raised ... it<em>had</em>to be a joke ... or some sort of sociological experiment or the like!  A<em>mind control</em>serum?!  Now she was<em>really</em>questioning why she had been brought in on this meeting of minds.  He offered now a demonstration which she eagerly awaited, though it would most likely take more than one to convince Cara this wasn't a hoax.