John Doe

Being invited to one of these events confused Anthony. He was smart, yes. But he went to a school with some of the best and brightest. And he got the call? He was honored to say the least. Still, he didn't know the others here. They could be on his level or better. He just knew that he had a big showing. The Warp Rang. A super dense metal that could travel thousands of miles per hour. It would take larger quantities and more sleek ideas to get it truly ready. Here he just had a prototype. The box he'd brought it in was slightly dented, but it wouldn't get any more than that. The call to come inside for drinks and suckers made him shake his head. Not that he'd totally quit sugar, but he'd done so sparingly in the past few months it was a surprise. "I'll pass, but yes, I do have my invention and study ready."

I'm here.

School starts back up tomorrow. The parents don't want me to do anything but schoolwork on school days and weekends will be tenuous. So, unless you guys want to wait until the end of May to pick this back up, I'd say this is done. Thank you all for being in my first thread. I enjoyed the interactions, what there was of them. As I said, I'll be back during summer break. I hope to play with you guys more then!

Tony tried not to smile when Corinne 'accepted' his invitation. The smile was a bit weird, like it was unnatural for him to do. He hung his head again. "OK, ok," he sounded embarrassed, "just when you're ready." He wiped the smile off of his face when Mona berated the learning institution. He didn't look at her, but thumbed through some notes. Still. "School works for some people," he said almost mumbled, "I mean who wouldn't want to go to one place where you can learn? It's like," he picked his eyes up to look at Mona and quickly looked at the papers again, "smart people fun?" He cleared his throat. That was supposed to be comedic, he didn't know how well it went. He nodded in agreement with Cathy, "study groups. Those are good too."

Tony froze a bit when Zhu ask what he liked to do. "I, uh, hm." He picked up the boomerang, holding it at one end and tapping it on his other hand, while looking at it. Almost like he was asking it for answers. "Reading," he said, "I like reading scientific reports. I also like," he was thinking, obviously trying to pull more out of nothing, "i can take stuff apart and put them back together." He looked at her, doing her thing, "movies. Dancing. I, I... those are good too." He rocked on the back of his feet. Trying not to look awkward. Failing. Mentally he flogged himself.

Tony nodded, "they're only locked once i put the cartridges in. They're locked and loaded after that. They coded to expel their cartridges on the next target they touch." He pulled out an uncartridged one and sat it down in front of him. Poking it a few times, it did nothing. Showing Selena a cartridge, he put it in and eyed the target. Throwing it it sliced clean through it. He sat one out for Selena, not putting a cartridge in it. "Its just polysteel now. A polysteel boomerang, but still not as dangerous as it could be." He laughed. He was about to pull out more boomerangs and cartridges. But the girl from his intro to the school, the fast one, came in. Ran in more likely. "Hey, uh," he remembered the girl's name "Mona!" He went through the demonstration of the boomerang again for Mona showing how it worked and did not work. This time the boomerang fragmented into smaller boomerangs which fragmented int even smaller boomerangs. "See?"

He remembered his Valentines Day as well. It was in a lab, experimenting with new chemical cartridges for his boomerangs. Let's just say they're not all winners. Hallucinogenics were hard to get a hold of enough in large quantities. And when you messed up, well, you had to explain to yourself that there's no such thing as a brain in a jar telling you to conquer and dominate everything in your path. Yeah, it was a weird day. "Boomerangs are my 'gimmick', as you might say," he said perking up. "Sports are only a small thing you can learn from this little beauty." There was an awkward pause there. "The the the boomerang, I mean," he laughed. He quickly tried to avert the conversation, "I have cartridges that make them carry chemicals. So each one can vary by effect. Or they can be just regular boomerangs." He handed her the boomerang, "if you want to look at it."

Tony looked at himself. Black slacks and loafers, a dark blue tennis shirt under a brown hooded coat. All topped off by the device of his design. "Well, I really do like this coat," he said as he noticed the temperature was not freezing in here. Quite the opposite. "Whew," he quickly tapped a complicated password on some buttons on his shoulder. The bandoleer came off and then the coat came off. He was broad shouldered and musclebound without the coat. Not that he wasn't without it, it was just hard to see. He quickly put the bandoleer back on and tapped seemingly different password. Or maybe it was the same? It was hard to tell. "I mean I tried the school suit," he said nervously, "I mean, I don't think me and spandex are ready for each other yet." Drawing a small, metallic boomerang, he placed a small pill-looking thing in a cartridge in the boomerang. "Now If I've calibrated the turn velocity of the orbit rotation." He flung the boomerang at the target. It exploded, the boomerang and the target. There was a gleam of pride in his eyes. Like he had done everything perfectly. He looked to Selena, "I have several prototypes, but I don't think a few of them will work on the machinery."

Stepping off of the Hover Rang, it folded up and fit easily in Rang's over stuffed sack of papers and small gadgets. He'd already put on his Bandoleer of Boomerangs on the way over. "Yeah," he nodded, "I've never been in here. So, I might not have the clearance." He looked at the dartboard, "very nice aim. I'm a thrower myself." He walked over to the girl and reached out a hand. "I'm also a bit new here. I've been here a couple of weeks. My name is Tony." He looked around, "and this place is probably the most voluntarily dangerous place on campus, I'd wager."

Rang Weird Science Circumference of Hi Take Your Shot

Studying the weather patterns, Tony always studied the patterns. Not for some mystical reason. You didn't need magic when the numbers never lied. Still, Tony studied a little bit of everything. He wanted to have notes on why the Nor'Easter was not some punishment from a deity. It had been a few hours. His eyes began to blur from looking at the sky and the screen of his computer. He needed to take a break. Tony reflexively jumped when he saw the girl walk out of the locker room. He was all turned around to get here. He was sure he mapped out the layout in his head. Was that the combat simulator she was going into? I mean, it couldn't hurt to look inside. Was he cleared to go in there? Maybe he would go get his gadgets and join her. Would that seem weird? Well, only one way to find out. Going back to the dorms he grabbed his boomerang bandoleer. As usual, the boys dorm was quiet. He wondered if if this was him or them. At least the girls were talkative. Alexa was his science bro. And Corinne, she was cool too, but he had different feelings for her. And then the others. There were a lot more girls than guys here. He shook his head. Less thoughts about girls, more thoughts about that combat simulator. Flying out of the dorm and to the combat simulator he looked at the door. Was the girl still in there? Slowly he opened the door.

It felt like forever. The people around here were so nice. Well, some of them. Corinne sure was pretty. Focus, he thought to himself. "Oh, yeah. I have a sandwich," he looked at the half-eaten thing, sitting back down while Cathy went to get something. "That's, um," he breathed in and spoke quickly, half looking at Corinne, "I can give you tutoring lessons In whatever you need. I'm pretty knowledgeable in what you need to know." When the guide got back he was still at a loss for words. He nodded, "yeah. I can do that."

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"Your personal stuff is quite remarkable," he said looking but not touching. He didn't know what would happen if he messed with it. While robotics was a different field than his, he couldn't help but wonder what he could do with such knowledge. Little boomerang throwing robots? He made note of it to give it some study later on. Or with Alexa, she seemed like a good teacher. He nodded when she asked about feeling settled. "There's not a lot of guys in boys dorm. They're either to them own selves or put off by my studying. I think I was supposed to have a roommate, but he never showed up. Then, as you said, it was Friday night. I'm not privy to the nomenclature around the grounds. Maybe next week." He smiled, "My weekend plans however," he went digging for his notes. "Yeah, boomerangs," he said pulling out his notes. They were the same from yesterday, but with edits and a few more pages of technicalese, some of it written in Latin. "It was the first toy I enjoyed," he said pulling out a one to show to her, "It's aerodynamic and it always returns. I made sure. Down to the minuscule percentage." He snapped out of his glazed eye trance, looking at a prototype. "Um, yeah. I didn't bring any cartridges. so this one is inert."

Just sending out a note that I was not able to access devices for the past week. But I am back. Do you want to continue? @BlazingCoconut @TheAbsurdist @EternalPhoenix @Tiffany Korta

I was gone last week because I had my devices taken away for a week. I am back now.

He nodded when Mona mentioned that the boomerang math was above her level. "It happens," he mumbled. He was used to people taking his things, but he never got them back in one piece at least. The whole 'big guy is a target' thing from normal school. He'd wondered if he was missing something. It did seem off that no one was there to greet him. But he thought maybe they wanted him to find it himself. "Hello, Cathy," he had an accent of a different kind, but maybe not as strong as hers. He stood up some of the bric-a-brac he had taken out of his rucksack falling down to the floor. He cringed as he heard the sound. Looking at the stuff and the people at the table, he wondered if this could get anymore awkward. It probably would. "I, uh, sorry about that." He looked to Cathy again, reaching out a hand, "I'm Anthony Maurice Edwards the third. You can call me Tony."

It was his first night staying in the dorms. He'd met more of the guys from his dorm. But not his roommate? Maybe he was busy. He had a good night sleep, though he did stay up a bit late working on more calculations. He wanted his aerodynamics to be on point. So when he let loose a boomerang, it would not miss! Still, he was human and needed sleep. The next morning he was met with a knock on his door. The guide was here. And he was still in clothes from yesterday! Scuttling to the door, he looked wrecked. "Uh, can I get ready real quick." Eric didn't look amused, but nodded. Tony did a quick shower an, not having time to coordinate, put on a pair of slacks and loafers and a tanktop, it was clean but what he used for gym, which he hid under his thick black coat with a hood. He took a messenger bag full of notes and electronics to take notes. Really the open cold air didn't bother him anyway, but he and Eric suffered through it. Tony noted everything he could, spotting efficient paths to everywhere they went. "Sorry about the hassle today, Eric," he said shaking his hand and waving as he went off. But this is where he wanted to be. Science facilities. And there was the girl from yesterday. She wasn't as beautiful as Corinne, but he and Alexa connected better, being on the same intellectual level. And that made it easier for him to talk to her. "Hello, Alexa," he said somewhat happily, "this place is great. I see you're up to your project, yes?"

Another one. Shorter than Alexa. And about as hungry as him. The school would make for some serious height differences. Not that he wasn't used to it, but it seemed everyone here was short or tall. He nodded when Mona noted it's spin. "To put it simply, it's orbiting itself, it's not perpetual motion, but it can spin for a very long time. I have several experimental boomerangs. Patents are something i would like." He stopped to look around at everyone staring at him ranting while he was staring at the boomerang. "Uh yeah, sorry about that. Hello, Mona." He was silent for a moment, trying to get the right words, "and Corinne." He hung his head again, pulling out the cartridge and putting it and the boomerang away. "That's nice, Alexa," he nodded, pulling out a thick sheath of notes, "I do enjoy building things. Want to see the schematics on what you just saw?"

Tony blushed, looking down and closing his mouth to chew his sandwich. He looked over to his stuff. His ears had perked at the science project. "I'm a bit of a... science person myself," he couldn't speak right with Corinne there. He probably sounded dumb as he looked right now. Pulling out a small piece of curved metal. He sat it on the table. He fixed his gaze on it. "This is a boomerang," he pulled a cartridge out of the sack and put it in a small hole in the boomerang, "this is an unpatented chemical reaction," the boomerang began to float and spin. "I I made it myself." He did hope Alexa and Corinne were impressed.

Rang is seriously underweight for what I see him as. Please change his weight to 275. No, he did not gain 75 pounds. He's always been that big. The tally got it wrong! Chunkified. -Absurdist

He nodded when Alexa mentioned her not seeing him before. "Yeah, I just arrived today. Some of my stuff was shipped here yesterday. I'm from Toronto." He kept making small talk as they went to the table. He nodded along as she talked about the food. "Well, um, I'm not officially signed in. I was was on my way to the Administration Building when I got a little hungry. I thought there would be vending machines. And there were. So," he opened his egg sandwich. "I hope I don't get in trouble." As Corinne passed by he couldn't help but notice her. She was pretty. And she was acknowledging him, or maybe Alexa. "Oh hi," he said with weak voice and a wave at the passerby. He really hoped that didn't look dumb. That plate looked like what he'd eat though. And judging from her height and him sitting they were almost the same size.

He looked at the girl. She was smaller than usual. He put his wallet back in his coat, thick one with a hood that was pulled back, it matched his brown slacks and loafers. "Uh huh," he said nodding, still looking at the machine. "Thanks," he said punching the numbers. He was not sure if this was OK. He hadn't actually signed in the institution. Picking up the sandwich, he looked around for a place to sit. The girl, who he knew not, would probably know more than him. "I, uh, I'm Tony," he wasn't sure a handshake was proper, but he reached out his hand anyway.

16 February, 2018. Lunchtime. Claremont Academy, Cafeteria. Tony's stuff had already arrived, but he himself had not. He looked up at the Main Entrance, and then down to the map. He had to get to administration to sign in. Carrying a few large rucksacks on his back and and a couple of rolling carryons behind him, he didn't seemed phased at all. He could feel the other students eyes on him as he walked through the Main Quad on the way to the Administration Building. He'd felt it before in normal school. Being the big guy meant you were dumb or a target by smaller people trying to prove themselves. Or both. So he waded through, looking at the map. Though he hadn't eaten lunch yet. He was quite hungry. Maybe the cafeteria had some snacks. He was pretty sure that he couldn't get lunch until he signed on the dotted line. So he went to the cafeteria. Head still down, but the map was gone. He reached inside his pocket to pull out some money. Luckily there was an exchange at the airport. He eyed the egg sandwich and dropped some money in the vending machine.

I changed it to auditory, but isn't Uncanny Dodge 'you cant be surprised as long as you have this sense active'? Else what would be the point of Uncanny Dodge (visual) either?