Room 407, Friday afternoon-evening-night
Sky felt exhausted after leaving the welcoming picnic, even though he hadn't really done much. Admittedly, he wasn't keen on the idea of having an overenthusiastic turtle for a roommate, but Mikey, with his happiness and exuberance, in a way reminded him of Bridge, so that was a little consolation. Some of his fears that he wouldn't fit in at Fandom had been assuaged, but then again, he hadn't done much socializing yet. He also found himself almost yearning for Bridge and Z, if only to see familiar faces...
Sky found upon entering his dorm room that all of his carefully-packed possessions had been delivered. Good. He first went over to a box he knew to contain some of his clothing, choosing a neatly-folded black SPD jacket and pants, plus a red t-shirt, and changed out of his civilian attire. He pulled a folding hamper out of the box and put the dirty clothing inside it, then opened his closet and set his cowboy hat inside it. He started hanging up more of his clothing, though paused briefly to open and prop the room's door. He was feeling very anti-social at the moment, but he knew from years of living in a dorm that one couldn't get away from people in that environment if they tried. He figure he would at least save them the trouble of knocking. He then went over to another box and took out his two most prized possessions- a framed photograph of a small boy and a smiling man in a red Power Ranger suit, and a charred red helmet covered in black leather. He set the helmet on his nightstand before staring down at the picture.
"I made it, Dad," he said to it aloud. "I don't know what's coming in the next few months, but I'll face it. I don't want to be here, but if this is the next step in becoming the Red Ranger... it's worth it." He pursed his lips, set the picture down, and resumed unpacking. He'd made note of the copy of the Fandom High handbook that had been delivered with his things, and decided he'd settle down to reading and memorizing it when this task was done.
[[OOC: Open to anybody who's around. Come on in and bug Sky- just because he's feeling anti-social doesn't mean he shouldn't have visitors!]]
Sky found upon entering his dorm room that all of his carefully-packed possessions had been delivered. Good. He first went over to a box he knew to contain some of his clothing, choosing a neatly-folded black SPD jacket and pants, plus a red t-shirt, and changed out of his civilian attire. He pulled a folding hamper out of the box and put the dirty clothing inside it, then opened his closet and set his cowboy hat inside it. He started hanging up more of his clothing, though paused briefly to open and prop the room's door. He was feeling very anti-social at the moment, but he knew from years of living in a dorm that one couldn't get away from people in that environment if they tried. He figure he would at least save them the trouble of knocking. He then went over to another box and took out his two most prized possessions- a framed photograph of a small boy and a smiling man in a red Power Ranger suit, and a charred red helmet covered in black leather. He set the helmet on his nightstand before staring down at the picture.
"I made it, Dad," he said to it aloud. "I don't know what's coming in the next few months, but I'll face it. I don't want to be here, but if this is the next step in becoming the Red Ranger... it's worth it." He pursed his lips, set the picture down, and resumed unpacking. He'd made note of the copy of the Fandom High handbook that had been delivered with his things, and decided he'd settle down to reading and memorizing it when this task was done.
[[OOC: Open to anybody who's around. Come on in and bug Sky- just because he's feeling anti-social doesn't mean he shouldn't have visitors!]]