"Might be able to make a toothbrush eventually. But yes, which is why I bought a toothbrush."

"So about those campus jobs..."

"Yeah, there's a bunch of them. A lot of them have probably filled up, so you're probably not going to get a cushy job at the library or anything, but somebody's always hiring. Especially the sewer maintenance team, they're good if you've got a high tolerance for danger."

"That requires some explanation."

Isaac laughs. "So, Whateley, right? School full of mutants. Mutants are crazy sometimes. Like, really crazy. Like, 'literally breed alligators in the sewers' crazy. And then there's the magic department. Which, you can have all the safety precautions in the world, but some asshole is still going to pour their test potion down the sink. Same goes for devisors and mysterious chemicals. So, the sewers? Full of alligators. Some of which have magical powers. It's quite a fucking thing."

"...that sounds really cool but the voice of caution in the back of my head says I need to at least start a course in threat identification first."

"Fair enough. I can't do sewer maintenance because of my sense of smell; even with those filter masks they have, I'd never make it through a day. I'm with groundskeeping instead."

They've made it back to Twain, and at some point night fell. Isaac heads up towards their room.

Jonathan will read the RULES AND REGULATIONS while practicing making shapes more precisely and trying to figure out more of the things his power does.

Rules and regulations are pretty simple: no fighting, no stealing, no power use on red flag days, et cetera. There's a uniform, but oddly enough, it's not mandatory, just available at the school store. The dress code itself restricts itself to the prohibition of offensive language on clothing and instituting a basically sensible minimum length on pants and skirts. (There is a rule that states that "certain extreme cases of GSD may at an administrator's discretion allow parts of this dress code to be waived," presumably to avert predictable discourse on the wearing of pants by centaurs.) There's also a specific rule against "shoulder angels," whatever those are.

Isaac fucks around on his laptop while Jonathan reads and practices. He gets fidgety around 8, and goes to bed at 9:00 on the dot.

That's pretty early. Huh.

How about that laptop?

The laptop works fine. It's firewalled against porn, but not against video games, if he's inclined to poke in that direction. It doesn't have anything more advanced than Minesweeper pre-loaded, though, so he can't exactly stress-test its gaming capacity.

He'll see what Whateley has for an intranet, skim the course catalog online or on paper depending on readability and currency, and go to bed at 10 and, well, try to sleep. It's all very weird and exciting and weird.

The school's website (apparently accessible only through Whateley laptops) is the homepage. It's remarkably well laid-out, with very little of the self-congratulatory nonsense typical of school websites. The course catalogue is readily available, as are academic advising appointment scheduling and the various other services required by a student making their way through the murky waters of the school system. The course catalogue has many normal classes, ranging from basic high-school level math and English to graduate-level physics and literature courses redeemable for college credit. It also has many abnormal classes, like "Costume Shop I (STRONGLY RECOMMENDED)," "Introduction to Basic Mystic Concepts", and "Special Topics - Flight".

A few hours after Jonathan goes to sleep, he may be woken up by a strange noise, like a hundred joints cracking loudly over the course of a few seconds.

Three seconds later he's sitting up, holding still, and looking and listening for what may have made the noise.

Well, there's a large snow-white wolf sitting in Isaac's bed now, shaking itself vigorously.

It gives Jonathan a somewhat challenging look.

Dog! Don't stare at it do regard it calmly.

…since there doesn't seem to have been any violence, probably this is either a really terrible prank or werewolves are a thing.

The wolf slips out of Isaac's bed and falls to the floor, landing with a muffled thump. Apparently unharmed, it noses the window open and bounds out into the night.

…right, time to try to go back to sleep and also expect the wolf might be coming back.

Right.

The wolf comes back at about 5am. This is notable because, their room being on the second floor, he has to physically leap up ten feet, catch himself on the windowframe with his forelegs, and scramble his way up into the room.

He shakes himself a few more times, then with that same moderately horrible noise he turns back into a (naked) Isaac and climbs back into bed.

He will have a peeking-out-from-under-the-covers roommate. Except for the naked part, then he can have a head-under-the-covers roommate.

(He's not scared. It's just less impolite than other alternatives. Honest.)

Isaac sighs and sits up in bed. "So I'm guessing nobody told you I'm a werewolf."

“Sorry. Uh, other than I vaguely remember a moon-related codename, no. Sorry.”

"You've got nothing to apologize for. What's got you scared?"

“Well, first it was the unknown and then it was offending you.”

"Alright then. Not offended, sorry for the shock, I'm gonna get the second half of my sleep, alright?"

“Alright.”

Snug nice cozy bed.

Eventually he actually falls asleep.