Bed loves him too.

Isaac gets up three hours later, heralded by an alarm consisting of very loud and annoying birdsong. He grabs a towel and heads over towards the bathrooms. Jonathan is free to wake up or not.

As teenagers go, Jonathan is usually an early riser. This will be fine. Really.

He follows Isaac's example. Regarding the bathroom, not regarding turning into a wolf.

The bathroom is full of naked monsters.

That's not entirely fair. There are several perfectly normal-looking teenage boys, along with a few boys who look less like normal teenage boys and more like Hollywood's idea of what a normal teenage boy looks like. However, there's also one boy with the lower body of a massive snake brushing his teeth, another who's all fine blue tentacles from the chest down who seems to be simultaneously shaving and brushing his hair, and one with expansive wings instead of arms who has a small implike creature grooming the feathers covering the nape of his neck.

There's a shower free, if he'd like to brave the gauntlet.

Yes okay this is what we signed up for fine go ahead.

He unfreezes and heads for the toilet, then the shower if it's still free. Having been tortured yesterday does not make for a fresh feeling. Tries not to stare at anything. Anyone. Again. He'll have to practice that skill apparently.

He receives some curious looks, as the New Kid, but nobody ventures as far as to interact.

The shower is: a shower. Larger than one might expect from a dorm shower, but that would seem to make sense given the size of some of the GSD cases.

Once he emerges, most of the crowd is gone, but the naga is still present, shining his scales with a washcloth and a bottle of some purple liquid that kind of looks like dish soap. He looks up as Jonathan leaves the shower. "Hello. I don't believe we've met; I'm Serpentmind. Dorjee Tseng." He unbends and extends a hand.

Ahhh since when do you combine social with bathroom.

"Uh. Hi. Jonathan. No uh codename yet."

He busies himself with drying his hair.

Dorjee returns his hand to scale-shining. "My apologies. Regrettably, this is just about the only time that the population of Twain is all predictably together, so much of my bridge-building is conducted under otherwise inappropriate circumstances. I simply wished to inform you that I am Twain Cottage's fixer, so if you have any trouble with another student, or indeed with any other aspect of your experience at Whateley, please come to me and we'll see if we can sort it out."

“Fixer”. What has he gotten himself into.

“Uh. I see. Thank you.”

He flees with his mostly dry hair.

When he gets back to his room, Isaac is leaving, backpack slung over one shoulder. He nods to Jonathan.

There's a note on Jonathan's desk reading POWERS TESTING AT 10AM IN LAB A. ALSO REPORT TO DOYLE MEDICAL COMPLEX FOR SCREENING ASAP. How the note got there is unclear.

Well, someone could have walked in, nodded to Isaac, and left it there.

Seeing as he has over an hour he figures the “screening” probably won't take that long, consults the map in the student handbook (when he has money to spare he should get a locally-usable phone), and heads over to DOYLE MEDICAL COMPLEX.

Doyle Medical Complex is: a hospital!

The man at the front desk smiles politely. "What are you here for?"

"'Screening'. I'm a new student."

He presents the note in case it contains additional clues.

He glances at it and nods. "You want Ophelia Tenent. Room 114." He points to the appropriate hallway.

He will traverse the appropriate hallway.

Doctor Tenent's door is open. She's aging well, despite the grey streaks through her foor-foot-long prehensile blonde hair. She turns to him as he enters. "Jonathan, right? I'm Dr. Ophelia Tenent. This shouldn't take long, have a seat."

After THE BATHROOM he is not going to be particularly perturbed by some hair. Polite smile and sitting where directed.

"So what's a screening?"

"Well, we have to make sure all of our students are healthy, and that means finding out any diseases or medical conditions you might have and handling them appropriately. Also, since you're from another universe, you're probably going to be missing several very important vaccinations. You'll need to read and sign this."

A lock of hair picks up a clipboard and pen and hands them to him. The form on the clipboard asks some fairly exacting questions about his medical history (has he ever had chicken pox? suffered from depression? visited the island nation of Karedonia?), requests his consent to either a simple magical scan or extensive bloodwork, and asks him to check off any of the following vaccinations he has not received (tetanus, polio, airborne Ebola, Hyperplague, et c).

He will check off the things he recognizes and mention there's a lot he doesn't. He is a healthy outdoorsy teenager who has not had any serious medical issues and in fact has not seen a doctor very often.

"I don't know, what's the differences?" he says of the scan.

"The bloodwork takes a few days and requires that I draw five vials of your blood. The scan takes fifteen seconds during which I look at you with my eyes all glowy. But some students have religious objections to magic, so we include the blood draw option out of... inclusivity, or respect, or whatever."

"I have no objections."

"Excellent." Her hair plucks the clipboard from his hands and deposits it on a nearby table, then several tendrils of it separate and begin glowing. Doctor Tenent's eyes do indeed glow as she peers at Jonathan. "Hmmm... mm... no, no lurking horrors." The glow flickers away as she stands and begins filling several syringes. "Now for the fun part. Do you have any objections to me assisting the process with magic by temporarily numbing your arm and magically causing the fluid to disperse through your body?"

"Fun, she says. Yes. Er, no. Objections."

"Good," she says. "You might want to close your eyes if you're squeamish."

There follows a great deal of vaccination. True to her word, Ophelia's hair does another glowy thing and there's an odd sensation like liquid flowing through him, and the nascent swelling goes down immediately.

"There you go," she says, unnecessarily dusting her hands off. (Two strands of her hair duplicate the motion as well.) "All is well; you may go if you're not dying for more of my stellar company."

"I believe not dying is preferable. Thanks!"

He walks out of the medical center and looks for a long and possibly woodsy route to kill time until the powers testing lab.

There are routes through the woods! Some are forbidden by the RULES AND REGULATIONS, but they're clearly demarcated if so.