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[foreverbouncing]

WHO: Misfit and OPEN.
WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Let's say..late afternoon on Wednesday.
WARNINGS: Charlie is kind of a snoop.
SUMMARY: If Oracle is going to make her go to school, Charlie's going to go check it out first, dang it! And set off lots of silent alarms.
FORMAT: Whatever works.

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[more_surreal]

Calvin wasn't supposed to be there that late either, but according to the teacher he wasn't supposed to do a lot of things, which was why he was now writing out 'the contents of the supply closet are not fortress construction materials' one hundred times on the blackboard. For the fourth time since apparently using stupendous speed to complete it in seconds was cheating or something. At this rate he was never going to get to go home and watch TV! It just wasn't fair.

He looked over his shoulder and saw someone he didn't recognize. At least she wasn't a teacher, whoever she was. "Hey, are you in detention too?"

Yes. He has the stubbiest little legs.

[more_surreal]

"That's not all!" Calvin was really proud of his powers, and not just because most six-year-olds couldn't lift cars. "I have stupendous eyesight as well! Want me to count how many pores there are on your face? I've done it before!" Without waiting for her response, Calvin flew up to face level, leaned in, squinted his eyes, and started counting.

Oh man. He needs an arch-enemy Susie to show up.

[foreverbouncing]

"Woah, hey!" Charlie took a half-step backwards when he was suddenly staring at her, bumped into a desk with the back of her legs and then vanished in a puff of pink smoke and light, reappearing across the room.

"Dude, it's not polite to count a girls pores!" Or freckles, or any other imperfections!

I would love a Susie here so much. Or Hobbes. Especially Hobbes.

[more_surreal]

Calvin ignored the reprimand, because hey! Pink smoke!

"You can teleport!" He dropped back to the floor, cape fluttering. "That is so cool! What's your name?"

[foreverbouncing]

Charlie grinned at being called cool. Hey, she liked being complimented as much as the next girl.

"I call it Bouncing, actually. I'm Charlie, but you have to call me Misfit when I'm in the costume, who're you?"

[more_surreal]

"I'm Calvin! When I'm not Stupendous Man, that is. Why do you call it Bouncing?" He was almost starting to be glad he had been in detention when Charlie showed up.

[foreverbouncing]

Charlie actually had to think about that for a second before she shrugged. "It just made sense. It was the first thing that came to mind when I did it forever ago." She still remembered that, and 'bounce' definitely still felt like the right term. Teleportation was 'accurate' but...that implied things she didn't do, she felt. She couldn't take other people with her, and she didn't need to worry about distance and stuff.

[more_surreal]

"You mean you were able to do it before you got here? Man, that's lucky! If I'd had my powers back home, everything would be different." And not for the better, except from Calvin's point of view.