It was in the later afternoon. Classes where done and the students where free for the rest of the day. Most of them where just getting ready to do things, like studieng or going shopping and what not. Alison wasn't doing anything that required social interaction today. She was sitting in the hallway curled up with a notebook resting on her legs and a pen in her mouth. She was supposed to do her homework but it wasn't working out the way it was supposed to be. She was doodling, writing her thoughts down about things she saw and things she noticed.

People where passing through the hallway looking at her while she scribbled on her notebook. She even noted that people looked weird at her in it. It was good to know how people reacted to certain things. Specialy when strange people put you in their laboratory for even weirder tests. People considered her strange anyways and she knew it, she was strange afterall. But in a school of mutants everyone was strange. People walked by ignoring her or just looked at her. She herself was to busy scribling her notebook full of useless notes about people. Most people would advice her to get a diary or a journal but she never kept one. It where just notes for the survival in a mutant school as a odd duck. Usefull for those like herself.

She buried herself in her notes and straighted the pair of very old looking glasses that she got for reading. Strange that she needed them but it atleast made her look smarter, and maybe even a bit nerdy. She thought the glasses where pretty, and they where on a chain so she wouldn't lose them. That was efficient.

Maya skipped class. Again. Technically it wasn't skipping, if you haven't signed up for anything to begin with. Sure, she spent her free time raiding the school library and she was kind of flirting with the idea of real education, for the first time in her life... but other kinds of flirting kept distracting her, so she decided to prusue her studies at her own pace, till she gets used to the school. Or decided to stay. She still haven't officially declared that. Even though it had been pretty much decided. For now.
Walking down the corridor in the crowd of students - since when was the Mansion this full of kids anyway? It kinda made you wish for the holidays - Maya spotted a familiar face.
The resident dork of the school.
Now there's a person she owed some... talk to. Not really an apology. An apology would have been in order if she actually managed to scare the girl at Halloween. Boy was that a failure.

"Hey there..." she grinned cheerfully at the girl as she plopped down next to her "... Alison, right?"
The greatest charmers in history would not have become famous without a good memory for names and faces.
"Semester just started and ya're studyin' already?" she chuckled, peeking at the notes "Anythin' interesting?"

Juka didn't do classes. Technically he didn't even live at the Mansion but lately he just always seemed to be here. Or at least, he was always here whenever he wasn't back home with his kitties. maybe he should consider just bringing his kitties with them to the Mansion next time he went home, so long as he could keep them away from little children with potentially dangerous mutant powers. Not that it was there fault, really, but it was something to be weary of. Otherwise he might just find his kitties suddenly purple, or worse.

Juka was wondering the Mansion corridors, more or less aimlessly, at present time. Boredom, alas, was becoming a rather usual state of affairs. Soon, with the creation of his band, that would be rectified but he still hadn't had any luck finding a drummer and they really couldn't properly practice until they had a drummer. Some might consider him too picky, but when it came to his music things had to be perfect. He simply wouldn't accept anything less. After all, it was something that his name was attached to and his name had to mean something in the world. His name had to be associated with greatness.

Unexpectedly (well it really shouldn't be too unexepected since she lived in the Mansion) Juka noticed a familiar face. "Mirror!" He yelled, not caring about any concept of inside vs outside voice, as he dashed to see her. Mirror, certainly, must have something (anything) interesting for them to do. Mirror and the funny girl with glasses that she was apparently talking too. "My sweet and eternally beautiful Mirror, surely you can save this poor soul from his perpetual boredom?" He flashed a dashing smile at the stranger with the glasses.

She scribbled down allot of things in the time she had sitting their. Her glassed kept sliding a bit down because of her looking down at the paper and she needed to push the glassed back in position from time to time. She flipt the page of her notepad around to start a new page when a voice was talking to her. She hadn't been paying much attention to people talking to her in the past and present but cleary somebody spoke up to her. And she even knew her name was Alison.

She was starled at first, pulling to notepad in against her body. She nodded as a response to her name question. She was asked what she was studying, but she wasn't studying. She was making notes of everything and everybody. "I'm not studying." She replied. "I'm making notes." She continued and nodded. Her glassed slided down again and she corrected them.

The a fairly odd fellow entered the conversation. He looked pretty extravagant and in his way of speech and walking a very odd person. This didn't mean he wasn't nice though. It just asked for more note taking. As he started to speak she secretly noted down things about him, Hoping that he wouldn't take notice. If he did, she would have to note that too and that would be odd. They seemed to know each other though, he spoke out with a codename: "Mirror" . She herself didn't have a codename unless: Silver streaks sister applied to that. It wasn't really code for anything though. She blushed and said: "Hello." She had no clue how to interact with people who already knew each other. Everybody had their own little groups and this could be one of those. It asked for more note taking aswell.

>>"I'm not studying. I'm making notes."

"Uh-huh." Maya nodded, not entirely sure what the difference was. The girl looked kinda dorky with the glasses slipping down her nose, and at the same time she also looked cute, in a weird way.
She cleary didn't want her to see those notes. Maybe she was writing a diary.
Maya opened her mouth to change the subject, when a familiar voice rang down the hallway.

>>"My sweet and eternally beautiful Mirror, surely you can save this poor soul from his perpetual boredom?"

Maya didn't appreciate being called 'sweet and eternally beautiful' in public. By Juka. (Gawain would have kicked his @ss for it. In a friendly way.)
The girl looked up at the colorful vision that was the Bubble Boy. From the corner of her eyes she could see Alison taking more notes. She also caught the confused look. Juka seemed to attract those.

"Hey there Juka." the girl grinned "Come, I'd like you to meet someone. This is Alison. Alison, this is Juka, the Amazing."

She looked from one to the other for a moment, before slapping her own forehead and turning back to Alison "Er, sorry girl. I'm Maya. I was the guy in the library at Halloween... ya know the one that failed to scare you." she added with a smirk.

Yeah.

Juka the amazing. He had just been called Juka the amazing. By the sweet and wonderful Maya. Juka beamed, immensly pleased with the new title. Now if only others would take up the monicker then he'd be set. Superheroes had been known to have titles rather than actual nicknames right? Now all he had to do was plot until he could figure out how to get others to refer to him in that matter...

Juka's scattered attention returned to the girl scribbling away on the notebook. He caught her slightly confused expression but it didn't phase him in the least. After all, someone like him was used to all sorts of first reactions when people initially laid eyes on him, everything from adoring worship to confusion to, occasionally, outright hostility. He preferred adoring worship, of course, but not everyone could be so obliging. Besides, the girl seemed a little strange herself, in the single minded way she continued writing.

"A pleasure to meet you, dearest Allison," Juka bowed to her. "Juka Miami at your service." He righted himself and tried, hopefully inconspicously, to see what it was the girl was writing in that book of hers.

"Er, sorry girl. I'm Maya. I was the guy in the library at Halloween... ya know the one that failed to scare you."

She tilted her head and look at her confused. She was the guy from the library. Not that she remembered it but it was just weird that a girl said she was the guy from. She didn't know how to ask her this but she firstly scribbled down that she refered to herself as a guy. It was strange ever for her. "I don't remember the library." She explained. She scratched her head with the non writing side of her pen. She didn't wrap her head around it just yet.

"A pleasure to meet you, dearest Allison,"
"Juka Miami at your service."

Juka Miami was noted on her notebook now with the other notes she made of him. He tried to peek at them but she wouldn't let him. She held the notebook tighter against her body. It was her survival guide, if it was comprimised by someone she had to rethink every strategy. "Im Alison Quincy." She said and smiled at him. She didn't know if any of them knew her brother. She certainly hadn't seen Juka before. She stood up with the notebook held against her still with one hand. She still stood against the wall. "Why are you too here?" She asked a bit akwardly. She was somewhere remote where not to many people came but she had the luck of having the chatty people come by... and the people who liked to peek on her book.

>>"I don't remember the library."

"Of course ya don't" Maya muttered with a frown. She knew she didn't really make an impression back there, or at least not the one she'd been aiming for, but come on, you oghta remember a guy walking in through a window...
Or not.
"Nevermind."

The note-taking seemed to draw Juka's attention; now Maya was also starting to wonder if Alison was writing about them. Because that woud be just weird.
Weird seemed to be the girl's strong suit.

>>"Im Alison Quincy. Why are you too here?"

"Well, I don't know about Juka, but I was jus' kinda wanderin' around..." skipping classes "... and ya looked kinda lonely." Maya shrugged with a smile "I thought maybe ya'd like to chat. Y'know. Make friends."

Also, there was something about Alison Maya couldn't quite figure out, and it was bugging her. Like crazy.

"Im Alison Quincy. Why are you too here?"

Juka noted the girl, Alison, noting his name in her notebook. She seemed a little strange and her rather abrupt (rude if he were honest) question reinforced just such an opinion of her. He wasn't one with any room to judge, however, so he just shrugged his shoulders and went with the flow. What else was a guy in a dress supposed to do? Although that really didn't do anything to quench his curiosity about what else might be in said notebook. He would find out what was in there if it killed him. But he had to be subtle about it. Even if a voice in the back of his mind (what right did it have to speak anyway?) asked rather pointedly if he even knew the definition of the word subtle.

"Well, I don't know about Juka, but I was jus' kinda wanderin' around... and ya looked kinda lonely."

After a slightly more than normal delay (Juka had to plot how he was going to see what was in that notebook, after all, while trying to destroy the annoying little voice telling him that it was NOT a good idea) Juka nodded in agreement. "Wandering around. That sounds about right. There just isn't enough to do around here!" Dramatic sigh followed. Maybe whatever was in that notebook would lead to something interesting...