Aaron hurriedly walked into the Big @pple café, in a mood that could only get better. As he stomped into the café and sat down with his laptop, he reflected on the former evening’s events. A “mysterious” water pipe bursting incident in the apartment above his had caused his living room to become something of a scene from Noah’s Ark, ruining many of his possessions including his all too important cable modem and router that were his link to the outside world and the only source of truth in the world: The Internet. True, the “mysterious” pipe breaking incident may have had something to do with the numerous ink pens lodged in the ceiling from a bored night at home and sure, the kitchen knife that vanished with a loud clunking sound into the ceiling of the apartment above might have had something to do with it, but the insurance company and superintendent had no real reason to know about that. I really need to find a better use for my time… Aaron mused as he logged into the public network the café offered.

Aaron was very busy on a project from work at the moment and luckily enough, he was able to work from home. Being a software engineer as talented as Aaron definitely had its perks, such as setting your own hours (10 pm to 4 am in particular were Aaron’s favorites), a perfect excuse to own a way over-qualified and over-priced computer and not come across as a nerd (Aaron owned two..) and the ability to know how to cover your tracks when performing less-than-legal activities on the internet. Aaron was particularly proud of that last one… Not everyone can boast l33t skills like that in such a public venue.

Anyhow, Aaron quickly punched in the access information for his company’s VPN and dragged the file that he needed from his computer’s hard drive onto the network drive used for storing completed projects, mission complete. Well, that was a good day’s hard work… Aaron remarked to himself as he set his laptop down and sidled over to the counter in order to order a drink. As he read the menu, he became really confused. Somewhere between “White mocha frauppa- something or other” and “Something with a latte” Aaron scratched his head. With an M.I.T education, shouldn’t I be able to figure this out? He puzzled, looking over the menu completely.

His eyes then did settle upon the Holy Grail of drinks: “I’ll take the Mango Berry Smoothie with Pineapple!” he exclaimed, a bit too excited, apparently, based upon the startled look of the girl behind the register. Blushing, Aaron rifled through his pockets, producing a couple coins, one of which ricocheted off the counter and fractured the clock on the wall.

Eyes widening, he grasped a couple paper bills from his wallet and set them down, murmuring “Keep the change…” as he walked back over to his computer, embarrassed enough to not care that he had just given a 200% tip to the coffee shop tip jar. Hopefully I don’t do something too embarrassing like launching my computer through the window next! Aaron thought, sitting down to browse the web a bit, already far too embarrassed to look around the shop.

Shana was trying to be more outgoing and so she had brought her laptop, a slightly older model that had taken to not liking her, the wear on it was obvious, it had many dents and a long crack across the top where it had achieved flight, through her window. Though the Big @pple cafe was mutant friendly, she still had strong reservations about using her power openly. Still with a few keys missing it hurt her fingers not to use her telekinetic power to type.

The Computer was not in a friendly mood and she was pretty sure it's flight the previous night had something to do with this. Still she tried not to make her frustration to apparent, one she could not really afford a new computer and two it simply would not help and her hair drew far more attention then she needed anyway. She shrieked a bit as she heard a loud noise behind her, seeing a clock almost fall off the wall, a strange hole in it. Looking sheepish she ducked her head behind her battered laptop, though it did not help much.

Sheepishly she bought a mocha and made her way back to her table but before she got half way there she realized her laptop was gone. Looking up with a sigh, she found it sititing on top of one of the lights. With a heavier sigh she used her powers to retreive it though she only managed to catch it after it hit the table with a bit of thud. The young Israel was not having a good day, but she was trying to stay calm and in control, as her work wth hunter was helping her do.

Finally building up enough courage, Aaron looked up from his laptop to see how many eyes were locked on him, waiting for the next odd event to occur. As he peaked up, he noticed only the cashier looking at him, talking to a man that was presumably her manager and holding the hefty tip that he had left behind at the register. Reaching a hand up, he waggled a couple of fingers at the confused man, talking to the girl. The manager grumbled something under his breath and went in the back to pull a ladder forward to retrieve the broken clock. Oops.

Aaron looked around to survey the few people in the shop. The odd assortment of patrons was indicative of the fact that this place was mutant friendly and a few of the patrons seemed to be regular people as well. One girl in particular caught his attention and it wasn’t because of the fact that she had bright blue hair. No, it was more of the fact that as she got up to go order a drink, her battered, somewhat pathetic looking laptop rose off the table and lodged itself in the space between the light and the ceiling. Aaron watched this happen with a bit of shock on his face. Man, that’s a problem I’m glad I don’t have! he thought, just thinking of the damage his waaay too expensive computer could take from a fall at that height. The mere thought of that made him get chills up his spine.

As he watched the girl return and a confused look spread across her face, he felt himself unconsciously looking up from the girl, to the computer, girl, computer, as though trying to judge how she might rectify this problem. But as he watched, the girl floated the computer back into her hands, obviously using some form of telekinesis to manipulate its path. That was something that Aaron hadn’t seen recently.

Before he really knew what he was doing, Aaron had gotten up and walked over to the girl, scratching the back of his head along the way as he often did when he was nervous. He stopped just short of where she was and said “So… Did your powers get away from you there…? Or do you just have some kind of amazing floating laptop?” he asked, raising one eyebrow, trying to come across a bit perplexed. “Because if it’s the latter, I think I need one…” He joked, trying to break the ice a bit.

"Yes it's the latest in impulse thruster technology, next week im adding a warp core" she said a littile more sarcastically then she intended. "Sorry......yesterday my powers decided my laptop needed to fly threw my window and out the second story window, i guess i should be grateful it still turns on at all, much less actually get online" she said shaking her head a bit.

"When i stop concentrating on my powers, they tend to enjoy throwing things" she said even as a blue screen came up on her computer signalling the all to familiar blue screen of death. SHe seemed to destroy everything she had he same way. The worst was waking up to floating objects that suddenly fell back to the floor. "I can't have glass in my room really" she went on wih a sigh as she rebooted the computer which then proceeded to sound like a censored rap song.

"My name is Shana, by the way and i see from that clock i may not be the only one with slight control issues" she said honestly. How the manager ever managed to stay is business with mutants acidently trashing things she never knew. It was tough for her just to maintain a room, repairing it every few months much less a place like this. "Somtimes i wonder if whatever god is out there is not laughing at me" she said jokingly.