“I will!”

"Yeah, I never seem to have trouble getting people to practice their flying," the TA grins. 

His next class is Basic Martial Arts. The instructor informs him he will need to purchase a gi at the campus store, and he spends the lesson learning how to fall properly.

Next up is lunch, which is probably welcome after the surprisingly effortful activity of falling over.

Mutants and World History is interesting. They're currently covering the effects of "theme heroes" on the Second World War, including the apparently very well-known hero Champion.

After that comes Costume Shop 1, where the class is given a lecture on color theory by a woman wearing only different tones of beige. She doesn't appear to grasp the irony.

Finally, in Sculpture, the teacher has them making bowls. Because bowls are easy, and they're just getting the basics down right now. He's intrigued by Jonathan's power, and gives him express permission to use it for his projects.

And after that, he's free!

So far this has been a mix of Same Old School and AWESOME.

With his FREEDOM he is going to make more FREEDOM by taking the Powers Lab TA's suggestion and planting anchors around the campus. He consults his handbook for suitable locations that aren't restricted or particularly interesting.

There are certain restricted locations. He should not plant an anchor by this cliffside, or above this stretch of the sewer system, or too deep in the woods. But there are plenty of not-particularly-interesting locations that are not restricted.

Then he will head out to some of these locations and get his glass to burrow down into the ground and insinuate itself among nice heavy not-going-anywhere rocks under the ground. If there are such rocks. He does not know enough geology, perhaps.

At one such location he runs into the girl from yesterday. She's not wrestling a rock today, just walking through the woods.

"Oh, hi, Jesse!"

She turns to him and smiles. "Hey! Thanks again for helping me with that rock, that thing was making my job way harder than it has to be."

“Hey, maybe you can help me with what I'm doing in the woods this time. See, I learned more about my power and it would help me out if I put some things around the campus. But I don't want to — block a ley line or cause some other kind of trouble.”

Jesse exhales. "Thank you. Nobody ever thinks about this shit! Can I see the stuff you're putting down?"

“It's just these bits of glass, but I'm shaping them" — he demonstrates — "to dig deep down and be anchors on rock."

She squints at them. "Yeah, I see the connection. Kinda tenuous, but you're not Mystic Arts, so it's actually pretty impressive. You should be fine, just make sure you're steering clear of the tunnel system and the sewers."

"I checked the map so I shouldn't be anywhere near them. The ley lines which I have no idea where they are won't be a problem?”

"Nah, they go right through glass. That rock that was fucking with them had, like, iron ore in it or something. It would've worked out eventually, but I use that line a lot, so I've got kind of a vested interest in it staying where it is."

“Okay, so materials matter. Good to know. Thanks!”

"Seeya, cool guy," Jesse says, and walks off.

A mutually positive interaction!

He places a fourth anchor, then decides he's spent enough time on this today and heads to the campus store to acquire a gi and some paint pigments. What with the costuming and sculpture classes, he has ideas. Which will probably be a mess at first, but hey.

The campus store is capable of providing these! (Also throwing knives. Wouldn't be the campus store without throwing knives.)

Note to self: practice making things sharp.

He heads to his room to stash his purchases before dinner. Does Isaac wish to make things particularly Isaacian again?

Isaac's always up for that.

"So how was your first proper day?" he asks, setting down his tray at a table occupied by a dog-eared boy wearing jean shorts over a thick coat of fur. "Hey Frederick."

Frederick offers a hand to Jonathan. "Frederick Conway. Pup."

“Jonathan. No co—oh wait, we picked one for me. Counterweight. S'pose I need to to get that officially, though.”

By way of answering Isaac, he puts a chair aside and sits at the table by way of hovering crosslegged. “Tada.”

“Also a lot of gosh it's still high school.”

"Oh, nice," Isaac says. "I thought you'd probably get that at some point, but I wasn't expecting it to be first day of powers lab. Also: yep, definitely high school."

Frederick nods. "I wish I could take more Psi classes, but no, you gotta get that English credit. At least it's better than public school."

“Is the assigned reading any less terrible?”

He replaces thin air with a chair before actually eating.

He makes a so-so motion with his hand. "It's... better explained? We read Jane Eyre last semester and I actually kind of enjoyed it with somebody walking me through the weird parts."

“Excellent. And on a completely different topic, what brings you to Whateley?”