[Kenzi Nadir]

Kenzi opened the door to her dorm room and quickly looked around. Beds empty, no luggage in sight. She grinned, perfect. She’d arrived first, just as she planned. She quickly threw her luggage on on the bed and unzipped one of her suitcases, revealing a giant bag of rainbow glitter. Her grin widened. She took it out and cautiously opened one corner of the bag, careful not to spill any. She had much experience with glitter, she knew how to handle it. She walked over to the ceiling fan in the middle of the room and looked up, realizing something she probably should have realized a while ago. She pressed her lips together. Sometimes she forgets how short she is. Alright, maybe more than sometimes.

This obstacle wasn’t going to hinder her though, not by a long shot. She carefully set the bag of glitter against the bed so it wouldn’t spill and grabbed one of her suitcases and placed in underneath the fan. She stood on top of it. Stretching out as far as she could, her hands barely reached the blade. She huffed and grabbed her other suitcase and put in on top of the other one. She climbed on top. Now she could put her palms flat on the blade with little effort, but it still wasn’t quite high enough. She hopped down and grabbed the two pillows that were on her bed and placed them on top of the suitcases. She precariously made her way to the top of the pile, and while her balance was unstable, her head was finally high enough that, if she stood on her tip-toes, she could see the top on the fan blades. ”Perfect.” She grinned. While it was far from perfect, Kenzi liked to look on the bright side of things.

She jumped down from the pile, making a bit of a thud as she did, and grabbed the bag of glitter. Very, very carefully, she climbed back on top. She made sure to steady her feet before she reached out for the closest fan blade and began meticulously dumping a thick line of glitter down the blade. Once that blade was sufficiently covered, she ducked her head slightly so she could slowly and painstakingly turn the fan to get to the next blade, moving it ever so carefully as not to spill any of the glitter, and covered the next fan blade, same as the last one. She repeated this process until every blade was covered and the bag was mostly empty.

She twisted the bag close and jumped down from the pile of luggage and pillows, then walked around the room, making sure the glitter couldn’t be seen from any angle. Satisfied, she put the pillows and luggage back on her bed, zipping the glitter back in her suitcase. She then went over to the thermostat and turned it up to seventy-nine degrees, enough to be uncomfortably hot, but not enough to be immediately noticeable, then quickly went back over the her bed and arranged the luggage so it looked natural, like she’d just gotten there, one suitcase zipped up and leaning against the bed (the one with the glitter in it), and the one with all the blankets and stuffed animals in it laying on the ground open, and began putting her blankets on the bed. She made sure to keep the thermostat in mind, ready to divert the thermostat away from the attention of her roommate when she came in.

A huge grin was spread across Kenzi’s face as she made her bed. She couldn’t wait to meet her new roommate, and furthermore, she couldn’t wait to make her first impression.

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Flick fiddled with her rubik's cube as she walked the halls of the school, her pace fast and quick and her head ducked down so as to avoid any eye contact with anyone. The keychain looped around her pointer finger jingled faintly, two digits engraved on the leather that collided with the metal key. Room 57, room 57, Flick repeated in her head, raising her eyes up to see if she had already reached the boarding rooms. Not yet, huh. And so she ducked back down again, rotating the colorful mechanism in her hands. Keeping herself busy as her legs led her to where she was supposed to be heading. Also, it helped her avert her eyes from anything that was more interesting than her rubik's cube, because it would certainly delay the trip by a half-hour.

Not that she expected anything interesting from a school, of course. Flick knew that her father only sent her to EMBA because he didn't want a metahuman lurking around whatever project he was working on. It wasn't for her to learn, it never was. Or was it? Maybe she could take advantage of her current liberation, right? Maybe something good will come out of it. Maybe she just had to look closer to see the opportunities, as she always had.

Click. The last pieces of the rubik's cube fell into its correct places. For the third time, Flick completed the cube, and yet she still hadn't reached Room 57. Looking back up, however, she realized that she had arrived in the boarding room area. Good, almost there. Adjusting the duffel bags on her two shoulders, Flick cracked her neck left and right before continuing onwards to her destination. Her back was starting to ache, and it didn't help that the duffel bags combined were larger than her own wiry frame. It was almost tempting to stop for a minute, but Flick knew herself enough to figure that a "one-minute stop" was going to be equal to fifteen minutes. So, instead, she rearranged the rubik's cube randomly (again) and proceeded to resolve it.

Maybe my roommate wouldn't be there yet, Flick hoped so. If that was the case then maybe she could freely pause walking whenever she wanted to. However, she had already drilled into her hyperfocused mind to reach Room 57 as fast as she could, and as such whatever temptations were easily shooed away under the notion that Flick wanted to be nowhere but her assigned room. Crowds--people, in general--weren't very high on Flick's list of favorite things.

She wondered what her roommate would be like. Fun? Nice? Weird? Boring? Smart? A dozen more pre-made impressions popped up in her head, but she knew she wouldn't be able to truly find out until she could meet said roommate. Impressions...Flick completely forgot about that. Or maybe she should continue to forget about it. All that the roommate was going to see was a scrawny girl carrying two big duffel bags.

A walking contradiction. Hah. As always.

Click, clack, click. Jackpot. Flick smiled in satisfaction. Looking up once again, however, she took in a small gulp as she read the labels atop the doors. Room 64, 65, 66...ah, crap.

The red-haired girl looked back to the right. Room 57 wasn't too far back, but then again with two heavy duffel bags Flick couldn't run. Placing her rubik's cube inside the pockets of her loose jacket, Flick backtracked towards her assigned room as fast as she could.

It wasn't very difficult, thankfully.

A crooked smile on her face, Flick pulled the keychain off her finger and was about to insert the key inside the knob when she realized it was already open. A look of comprehension crossed the redhead's face. Roomie's arrived already, huh. Taking a deep breath, Flick turned the knob and pushed open the door. A movement on one side of the room alerted her to the presence of a girl--most likely her roommate--who seemed to be expecting Flick judging by the huge grin on her face.

Flick, in turn, announced her presence by unwittingly dropping one of the duffel bags. Shit...why did her instincts have to go out of line at that very moment?

"Just...pretend it was the theme song to a badass entrance." a sheepish grin curved up Flick's mouth as she dragged the fallen bag inside, before leaving it behind to approach her roommate. Tugging slightly at the collar of her shirt, Flick was beginning to notice how unnaturally warm the room was as she offered a handshake. "The name's Flick, and I don't know if it's because of carrying two duffel bags for almost a half-hour, but was the room this hot when you arrived?"

Instinctively, Flick reached for the ceiling fan's switch, a bit surprised that her roommate hadn't turned it on yet considering the room's temperature. Was it the girl's power then? To be immune to temperature? Flick's questions were so easily answered the moment the ceiling fan spun to life. Half-literally, to be exact, considering it sprinkled some form of glitter everywhere before Flick could even continue speaking. Or rather, she couldn't continue speaking, because the moment she opened her mouth some of the glitter decided to land inside and make her reflexively cough out.

Shit squared.

A few moments of silence ensued, Flick a bit dumbfounded by what just happened, staring at the...colorful mess encasing almost everything inside the room. Then, the silence turned into laughter, and Flick didn't care if glitter was still spewing out of her mouth as she laughed because more important things were on her mind right now. Namely: the fact that the glitter was most likely put there by her roommate, which explained why she hadn't turned the ceiling fan on despite the heat. "That..." Flick began, blowing out the last bits of glitter on her mouth. "Was amusingly brilliant!"

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Kenzi Nadir

[Kenzi Nadir]

Just as she was making the final touches on her bed, now strewn with brightly colored blankets and an assortment of stuffed animals, she heard the door push open. She snapped her head towards to doorway just in time to see her drop her duffle bag on the ground. Her roommate. Her heart pounded in excitement. She loved meeting new people, but this would be more than just a potential friend. She’d be sharing a room with her, a home. She’d practically be family. Her roommate made a sheepish response to her minor mistake. She must be nervous, shy. Kenzi would remedy that.

Kenzi, as a requisite for the prankster vocation, had become the master of the straight face, but even she had to press her lips together when her new roommate made a comment about the heat. She’d been too excited to be bothered by it. If anything, it had fueled her anticipation. It took everything in her power to keep from snickering as she reached for the switch.

Now was the moment of truth. How would she react? Amusement? Anger? Bewilderment? Shock? Kenzi watched in anticipation as the cascade glitter covered the room. Her silence, bewilderment, quickly turned into amusement, glee, the best possible reaction. Kenzi laughed with her, a booming, joyous laugh that absolutely filled the room, and walked up to? Flick. ”Hi Flick! Name’s Kenzi, like MacKenzie but without the ‘Mac’ or the ‘E’ at the end. It’s not a nickname for MacKenzie or anything, it’s just my name. Is Flick a nickname? Seems like a nickname, but you never know.” She twirled around, arms open, grinning up at the glitter still falling from the ceiling, some of it landed on her teeth but she didn’t care. ”Like what I did with the room? Glitter’s my superpower. Not really, but it might as well be.” She stopped her twirling and simply looked around the room, admiring her handiwork as her hair slowly became caked with glitter. ”This stuff is never gonna come out of the room, not completely. I’m an expert at cleaning glitter, but even I can’t ever get it cleaned up entirely, there’ll always be little remnants just hanging around, stuck in the carpet or just hanging out on the windowsill.” She turned back toward Flick. ”That’s why I thought it’d be a great first-meeting prank. It’ll always be here to commemorate the first time we met.” She shrugged. ”Not to get too sappy or anything, but I thought it’d be cool.”

”What is your superpower?” She asked, practically wiggly with excitement, enthusiastic to know, but at the same time trying to set her up with a ‘My power’s blank, what’s yours?’ She had what she thought was a brilliant response that she’d been dying to show off.

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Kenzi.

Somehow it felt like a fitting name for the glitter-clad girl twirling around the room--just the right amount of mischief and the right amount of enthusiasm. Flick's lips curved up into a smile as she placed her other duffel bag atop the unoccupied bed. Kenzi. A new friend. Practically someone she was going to live with for an entire school year. It almost amused Flick how easily the word 'friend' popped up in her head, almost as if it wasn't a foreign concept to her. Almost, because it was nothing but. Maybe that could change. Flick hoped it would change.

"If Kenzi's not a nickname, does this mean I should find you a nickname now? I mean, if Zee's not taken I'd definitely call you Zee," Flick's words came out with the lingering hint of a laugh, the result of Kenzi's rapid-fire introduction. It was funny how easily the young Valentine came out of her shell, almost as if there wasn't one in the first place. Flick was about to answer Kenzi's question and subsequently reveal her real name, but instead paused as an idea crossed her mind. "Flick's a nickname, yeah. A misspelling, actually, but then it stuck and sometimes I forget that it's not my actual name." the redhead answered with a grin, sitting down on the bed and making glitter bounce all around her. "Wanna guess what my actual name is? It starts with F, surprise surprise!" To the question, Flick's grin grew even wider. It was probably not very difficult to guess, but then again her nickname wasn't an exact shortcut to Felicity.

Looking around the room, filled almost to the surface-brim with shimmer and glimmer, Flick gave an approving nod. "It's almost tempting to keep it this way, let the glitter leave when it wants to leave," she remarked, her eyes fixed on the glitter surrounding her bed. Patting the blankets, some of the glitter bounced up and slowly landed down again--it wasn't very long before Flick turned it into a short habit. A soft laugh escaped the teen's lips at the mention of a 'first-meeting prank', "Definitely cool and memorable, because welcome parties and confetti are way too overrated." Parties, in general, were overrated, but Flick wasn't going to mention that yet. "I'm always up for a breath of fresh air...or a mouthful of glitter, for that matter."

And then she was laughing again, still a bit not over what just happened. Maybe her notion of 'friends' was going to change, after all.

"My superpower?" she repeated Kenzi's question, a small grin curving up her face. Going silent for a quick second, Flick felt a small tug on her gut as the zipper of her duffel bag pulled open by itself, letting one of her simplest contraptions float up. "I'm the Ginger Magneto," she answered jokingly, shaking her head at the silliness of the name. Eventually, she let the simple contraption drop down to her palms. "No, really, I can control metal. Helps a lot when I'm inventing stuff or just plain old trying not to get bored."

Unconsciously, her fingers were already fiddling with the device in her hands. It was a metal tarantula--although it can easily pass for a real one--and it moved a bit erratically under Flick's grip. "What about you? At first I thought it had something to do with temperature immunity but now I'm pretty sure you felt the heat just as much as I did."

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Kenzi Nadir

[Kenzi Nadir]

Kenzi’s ever-present smile somehow grew larger. She liked her new roommate. Like, really really like her. As far as first impressions go, this was goddamn fantastic.

”Oh god, I bet it’s gonna be something weird like Fig Tree or something.” She responded to Flick’s challenge, bouncing down on her bed, sending a splash of glitter flying everywhere. ”Felicia!” She shot out enthusiastically. ”Oh god, that would suck. I bet you’d get the ‘bye Felicia’ thing all the time, wouldn’t you?” She cringed in preemptive sympathy. ”I hope your name isn’t Felicia. Sorry if your name’s Felicia.” She said.

She grinned again when Flick mentioned the state of the room. ”Oh god, you should see my room back at home. It’s covered in glitter and paint and pastels and all kinds of shit. It’s just a whole rainbow of colors in there. In fact, the mess in my room was how I came out to my parents! Not really, I was one of the blessed few that new I was gay the moment I came out the womb and my parents never really gave a shit. Like, they didn’t give a shit in a supportive way, you know what I mean?”

"And I'm glad you don't mind glitter, cause I used a lot of it. Like a lot of it." She added.

Kenzi’s eyes widened in awe as she watched the metal objects move on their own. Metahumans had been around for about a year now, but they never failed to amaze her. She let out three very impressed claps after Flick’s demonstration. ”You invent things? That’s so cool. You gotta show me your inventions sometime and I’ll show you my artwork. We can show off to each other.” She grinned. ”And I think Ginger Magneto is a great Hero name, you should keep it.”

”Oh, right!” She exclaimed at Flick’s comment about the heat. She’d forgotten about the temperature. She quickly ran up to the thermostat and lowered to a comfortable temperature, releasing any hold she had on Flick’s attention concerning the thermostat. ”That spider is super cool by the way.” She jumped back onto the bed, again sending all the glitter bouncing up into the air. ”Alright, my power.” She grinned, excited. She pressed her lips together and held up her index finger ”A demonstration.” She said. ”Watch my finger very carefully. Be sure you’re paying attention. Are you looking...are you looking...are you looking…” She repeated over and over again using her power to draw all her attention towards her voice as she slowly traded her index finger for her middle one. “Are you sure you’re looking?” She asked, releasing her hold on her attention, a huge grin spread across her face. ”Attention manipulation baby!” She proclaimed excitedly waving her middle finger around, her booming laugh emanating from her lips. If things went the way she thought they did, Flick shouldn’t have noticed her switching her fingers even though she was looking right at them, her voice would’ve completely captured her attention.

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Flick cringed at the mentioned name, suddenly realizing how lucky she was that she hadn't ended up with the name Felicia. Felicity was two letters away from it, sure, and her father might have misspelled it more than a few times to garner Flick her current nickname, but now the redhead's resolve was stronger than ever: it was better than Felicia. Not that she was discriminating people named Felicia, of course--it was elegant in its own right had the meme not tainted its reputation. "Preeetty close," she remarked, squinting her eyes slightly and pinching two fingers together to emphasize the accuracy of Kenzi's guess. "But not quite. And it'll stay hidden until you finally guess my real name." The teen stuck out a tongue mischievously. Considering how close the first guess was, it was going to be no surprise if Kenzi's second try was correct.

She tried to imagine what Kenzi's room was like, but all she could muster up inside her head was a flurry of colors zooming about at high-speed. The attempt to form a clear picture in her head resulted in her almost drifting away from the conversation, but thankfully she managed to catch herself before her attention could completely topple over. "Well, expect me to not give a shit as well," she assured with a crooked grin, grabbing a handful of glitter from her bed and flinging it in a curved direction. "In a supportive way, of course! I'm glad that you're pretty open about it, not that I can tell you what mine is. Because I don't really know."

It was true--Flick hadn't exactly bothered, and she'd never really felt any fancy to anyone she's ever met nor imagined what it must feel. Not yet, anyways. Things were always bound to change.

In response to Kenzi's next remark, Flick grinned and flung a fistful of glitter at her roommate. That ought to initiate a fast-approaching glitter fight. "Lemme guess--you've still got a bagful of it tucked around somewhere?"

Usually, Flick's mind would have drifted away from the conversation--long discussions weren't really her thing, but there were always exceptions and somehow Kenzi had become one of them. The girl was definitely interesting and Flick wasn't getting bored any second now as their conversation continued on--was it Kenzi's immense enthusiasm, perhaps? Flick had never seen someone so cheerful and she liked it. "Woah, woah, woah, so that explains your creativity! You're a Picasso--" she stopped herself, another grin curving up as a name popped up inside her head. "--A Glitter Picasso. Yes. You're a Glitter Picasso to me now. I'm the Ginger Magneto and you're the Glitter Picasso."

She laughed at her own ridiculousness, although her own facepalm indicated the embarrassment she was also trying to hide.

"And of course we can show off each other's creations some time--y'know, do a little gallery walk in our room like it's a mini-museum or something," she suggested, looking around while Kenzi was busy with the thermostat. She momentarily wondered why she hadn't noticed it before, but then Flick chalked it up as a product of her own inattentiveness--she'd been too focused on the heat and the first thing she'd seen was the fan, not the thermostat.

The twitching of her mechanical spider cut her off from her thoughts, followed quickly by another flurry of glitter coming from Kenzi's bed. "Thanks, Peter's one of my earliest creations. He mostly does nothing but walk around and record whatever he sees, but I've programmed him to return to his little box at five o'clock PM so he doesn't get lost." She stretched out a hand to let Kenzi hold the spider if she wanted to. It seems her roommate wasn't queasy around insects, especially faux-spiders named Peter.

Her eyes quickly darted towards Kenzi's index finger the moment the girl announced her demonstration, although try as Flick might she couldn't truly fix her focus on that one finger. "I can't exactly assure you that I'm paying attention..." her voice trailed off as she tried to look firmly at the finger, finding herself listening more than looking. Great, her ADHD was kicking in right now out of all the times it could have done so. Starting to squint slightly, Flick found herself suddenly surprised that she was looking not at an index finger but at a middle finger. "Wha--how...did you just flip the bird?" she wasn't sure whether to be confused or amused as small coughs of laughter escaped her mouth. The confusion was still pretty clear on her face though--wondering how Kenzi managed to replace one finger with the other without Flick clearly seeing it. But, then again, the redhead wasn't truly paying attention. Or was she? Kenzi's next announcement answered the question and suddenly Flick had a look of comprehension on her face.

"Oh, God, I thought that I'd blown your demonstration for a second because I couldn't really focus on your finger." she admitted with a relieved laugh, although it transitioned to a full-out one as she watched Kenzi prancing about with her middle finger high up in the air. "I swear, I was trying, though. Attention manipulation, huh? That's cool! Immense ninja potential, too, now that I think of it! You'd probably feel invisible in a crowd, or you could do anything at the back of a classroom without the teacher looking." Countless more ideas were starting to pop up in her head, but Flick was going to save that for later. "Okay, so I don't really believe in fate or destiny or all that jazz, but why do I feel that this is more than a coincidence? You can manipulate people's attention, and I don't know if I've mentioned this before but I've got ADHD."

She wasn't sure how Kenzi would react to that. Maybe she wouldn't give a shit (in a supportive way) either. Maybe she'd freak out, or maybe she'd be more careful around Flick. The redhead didn't exactly know. Either way, she was saying it as a heads-up, because first-meeting discussions were always important. "Anyways, since we're going to be sharing this room for the whole school year, do you think we should set up ground rules or should we skip that and go anarchy?"

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Kenzi Nadir

[Kenzi Nadir]

Kenzi pressed her lips together. Her mind was coming up blank. She knew in the future she’d look up ‘girl names starting with f,’ ”For now I’ll just assume your real name is Fig Tree, but I’ll figure it out eventually, I promise.” She paused, an amused look on her face. ”Oh shit, Fig Tree, figure it out. That’s almost a pun.”

She noticed Flick’s attention start to drift inwards before suddenly snapping back to the present in a way that was all too familiar. Maybe it was just a coincidence. As she’s come to notice once she’d acquired her powers, people get sidetracked all the time, but it was the way she caught herself that captured Kenzi’s awareness, like she’d become accustomed to little interruptions in her attention. She decided to keep an eye on that, or whatever her sixth sense would be called.

A little sigh of relief escaped from Kenzi’s lips as Flick mentioned her indifference towards her sexuality. ”That’s good. I was worried, you know, rooming with a girl that she might get uncomfortable, but it’s not like I’m gonna jump on every girl I meet. If some kind of Carmilla situation pans out, then so be it, but if it does, Imma let that shit happen naturally.” She smiled. ”But you’re undecided, I get that. My sister and me are both not straight - I’m les, she’s ace - and we both knew that almost immediately, but my brother had a hard ass time finding out who he wants to have sex with, and he just turned out to be boring old straight.” She caught herself. ”Not that straight is boring or bad or anything, but like, it’s just kind of an unconventional thing to struggle with, being straight. But I do have kind of an unconventional family so…” she shrugged, ”it fits.”

She reeled back slightly as a fistful of glitter got flung in her direction, laughing. She grabbed a handful of glitter herself. ”More like half a bagful. I used most of it on this little prank here.” She held her hand out flat in front of her and blew a large gust of air from her lips, sending the glitter flying in Flick’s direction. ”I’ll text my dad though, he’ll send up another bag.” There was a particular art store that Kenzi got all her supplies from and she didn’t trust anywhere else to match the quality of supplies she got from that particular store (nor were there many places that carried such large bags with glitter, with such a variety of shape and color too), so her parents had promised to mail any supplies that she requested so she could keep following her passions - that being art and glitter (not that the two were mutually exclusive).

Kenzi felt a surge of ego when Flick praised her creativity. It was the thing she prided herself most on (as did the rest of her family), and it was always so validating to have her creations recognized as worthy.

She smiled and nodded at Flick’s comparison to Picasso, but she felt the art snob inside her squirm. She’d much rather be a Glitter Hannah Höch or Charles Steffen or maybe even Paul Gösch. She felt the spirit of Andrea pushing that art snob out, but she held it in. She laughed, trying not to sound strained. ”Glitter Picasso it is then.” Glitter Picasso for now. She’d amend that later.

”I have helped set up a gallery a couple times before.” She commented, thinking hard about the concept, ideas popping up left and right. ”I could make it look all professional, invite the other students, have them pay for admission.” She grinned. ”We could put it on our resume!” Kenzi already had a long list of art show and gallery admissions on her resume, but she was making the safe assumption that the same did not apply for her new friend. Making it professional enough for a resume could genuinely help in her future endeavours, whatever they may be.

There it was again. The spider stole her attention unusually easily. Still, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions, two instances did not make a pattern, thus no conclusion could be reached. She would wait a little longer before coming to anything definitive.

Kenzi cackled at the look of confusion on her roommate’s face after her demonstration. Flick’s laughter soon joined her’s. ”Oh yeah, I’ve been doing tons of ninja shit after I got this power. I’ve become a master thief. I always give it back though, so I’m more of an Apollo Robbins kind of thief. I’ve become a master magician too. And I mean, I can do anything in the front of the class without the teacher looking. It may seem small but this is some pretty powerful shit.”

She reached her hands out to accept the spider. ”Hey there little guy.” She cooed, eyes wide as it crawled into her hands. ”Aw, he’s so cute.” She gushed. She’d always found spiders cute. For some reason the excess eyes and limbs really just tickled her fancy.

And there it was. Her suspicions confirmed. ”Yeah I figured, I can sense people’s attention too, and I noticed your’s going a little sideways. My sister has ADHD, kinda spiraled into bipolar, things got pretty messy for a couple years, but she’s all meded up now, so it’s good. But, you know, it doesn’t go away completely, I can still sense her drifting and stuff, like you do.” She smiled. ”But it’s good dude, that’s awesome! Well, it’s not awesome that you have that, but it’s awesome that you met me! Like, you ever have trouble focusing on something, homework, a movie, whatever, I got your back bro!” She stood up excitedly, grinning. Finally, she could do some good with her power instead just using it to fuck around.

At the mention of rules, Kenzi plopped back down on the bed, looking somewhat thoughtful. ”Oh man, I’m not really one for like rules and stuff.” She said. ”I don’t know, I like to play it by ear, and if we encounter any problems, we can just address them then? She shrugged. ”I don’t know, do you have anything?”

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Flick couldn't help but laugh--Kenzi seemed intent on sticking with such a silly name that the redhead was pretty sure was going to stick if the guessing game didn't come to an end. "How'd you even come to think that my name's Fig Tree?" she asked a bit incredulously, still not being able to suppress the amused grin on her face. "Don't think anyone would dare name their kid Fig Tree. I mean, I'm not against that certain tree species or anything but...Fig Tree..." She trailed off afterwards, still unable to imagine or explain why someone would name their kid after a tree and add the word 'tree' afterwards. "Do you know anyone named Fig Tree?"

Probably not.

"I honestly don't know what Carmilla is but, you know, yeah, sure," she answered with a grin, offering a never-do-care shrug. Listening further, Flick smiled as Kenzi talked more about her family--they sure seemed like an interesting bunch, and Flick wasn't at all surprised that Kenzi turned out the way she was because of such an environment. "Your family sounds fun and amazing already, that's darn lucky," she remarked, tapping fingers lightly on her bed to make the remaining glitter softly bounce. It wasn't like she wasn't lucky herself, because she was aware that she was one of the more-fortunate individuals, and if there was one thing her parents had truly instilled in her it was never to complain.

She barely dodged the barrage of colors blown her way--in fact simply landing on more glitter when she tried to duck closer to her bed. "No shit, man, who else are you planning to prank with fan glitter?" she questioned with a grin, realizing how weirdly interested she was in glitter right now. Flick didn't really think much of the said material until now. Maybe it was because their room was surrounded with glitter and her instincts had to adapt? Or maybe it was because she had accidentally consumed it?

Gah, whatever.

The prospect of galleries seemed a less interesting one, but still interesting, nonetheless. "I've been to galleries, but I've never really helped set them up before," she admitted, thinking back to the times when she hadn't been as much of a hermit as she was last year. That wasn't a good thing, and it certainly wasn't going to help her fill up her resume. Not that it was empty, of course. Just...feeling like a tumbleweed in some Wild West movie. "I get the feeling it's gonna be fun though! So we should definitely put that in some Roommate To-do List or something," It was clear that Kenzi was quite serious with what path she wanted to take--a clear contrast to Futureless Flick, who didn't really know what she was walking towards. Not yet, at least. Not yet.

"I can make one for you if you want! You own personal tarantula," she offered, seeing Kenzi's newfound fondness for Peter. It was always fun to occupy her mind with a new project--especially one where she could simply add modifications to an already existing invention. "Maybe I could spray-paint him in black so, like, you could hide him under a student's desk or something." a chin is stroked in wonderment. "But then that'll increase chances of death by leg stomp or death by throwing so...that's gotta be remedied."

She'd thankfully stopped herself before the motormouth could go any further, instead beaming up a smile as Kenzi gave her own form of support. "Thanks, I appreciate that. Really," she answered, nodding in quiet gratitude, "I'll let you know if I do need some help focusing on anything, aaaand in return I could probably help you with whatever it is you need helping with. We're gonna be sharing this room for quite a long time so there's no harm in helping each other!"

The thought of possible rules briefly passed by Flick's head before quickly escaping and never coming back. Truthfully, she had zilch. Nada. Absolutely nothing in mind. At least, not yet. "Same here, mate," she agreed to Kenzi's first remark. She'd been raised without much importance for rules so it was a bit of a foreign concept to her. A bit. "That's why I also suggested we go anarchy. Just go with the flow and all. Plus I agree, we could always just address the problem if we encounter one." Frankly, Flick wasn't expecting to encounter problems, but one could never know.

Plopping back down on her bed, the redhead began unpacking her items. There hadn't been much--there was Peter the spider, her old guitar, her rubik's cube, a mess of clothes that she was sure she had to finally organize, and some other living essentials that she felt obligated to bring. "Ooh, by the way, what's your schedule? Maybe we can see if we have classes together?" Flick eventually asked, having forgotten to ask some few moments ago. It would be nice to have someone she already knew during the first day of class.

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Kenzi Nadir

[Kenzi Nadir]

”Excuse me, I plan on naming my first born Fig Tree.” She retorted with fake and exaggerated offense, crossing arm and only half crossing the other, making sure to keep Peter on her palm. She laughed, breaking her poor illusion of indignation. ”Seriously though, I’d love to meet someone named Fig Tree. I bet they’d have an interesting story. Plus, I could finally cross it off my bucket list.” She grinned.

”Carmilla’s a webseries, I wouldn’t say it’s one of those must watch kinda things, but it’s pretty good. Fun. I’d recommend it. But not as much as I’d recommend Stan Fredrick or The West Records or the holy fucking grail that is Wham City with their Children of the Mirror series or This House Has People In It or alantutorial or the best thing the internet has ever create The Cry of Mann, Agent Martinez x Berry like the fruit forever!” Her voice escalated into a high squeal at the end that extended for a while past her words. ”Sorry they’re so cute and like ahh, and I don’t wanna spoil anything but like ahhh!” Her voice sped up as she talked. ”Sorry, sorry, I’ll calm down, I promise.” She took a deep breath. ”But you really should watch The Cry of Mann, it’s really good, like really good.” She let Peter crawl into her other hand. ”I basically have an encyclopedic knowledge of all media, so if you need any recommendations, let me know, just know that my recommendations might be a bit...obscure.” Avant garde, experimental, whatever you want to call it, her siblings had raised her to appreciate the new, the different, art that pushes the boundaries, art that might be a little hard to get into to say the least.

She felt a burst of pride when Flick complimented her family. ”Oh yeah, I basically have the best family anyone could ask for ever. My parents are super supportive and my siblings are like my two best friends. I’m gonna miss them, but I can handle being on my own.” She hoped.

”Rule number one of pranking, never do a prank twice.” She tilted her head to the side and thought for a second. ”Well, maybe not rule number one, but definitely number three. Or four.” She shook her head. ”Whatever, it’s a rule, so I’m probably gonna use the rest of that bag on my artwork or clothing or any other glitter based pranks I think of, but no more glitter fan pranks, that’s been done.” She picked up another handful of glitter and blew it in the air in no particular direction.

She looked around the room. ”Yeah, we could fit a small gallery in here, repurpose the beds…” Her words trailed off as she envisioned the room-turned-gallery, but she shook her head before she could get too lost in her own imagination. ”Definitely put it on the Roomate To-Do List. Expect me to put a lot of movies and books and music and art and stuff on there too. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen The Color of Pomegranates.”

She let in a little gasp at Flick’s offer. ”Oh my god I’d love a little spider guy! I’d name her...Olgie. Olgie the spider. Oh my god that’d be so cute! I wouldn’t spray paint her black though. I’ll paint designs on her, maybe put a sprinkle of glitter. She’ll look beautiful.” She grinned, already excited about her potential gift.

”Help me with anything…” She mused, a thoughtful smile on her face. ”Well, this may sound weird, but I really like your head, like your whole face deal. Your hair, your skin, the whole placement of everything.” She gestured toward her eyes, nose, mouth, ears. ”It’s really interesting, I think you’d make a great subject for my artwork.” She said. ”I don’t really do portraits or anything figurative though, it’s more of an inspiration thing, like a feeling.” She waved a hand, unable to describe her methods properly in words. ”You’ll see.”

”Yeah, anarchy!” Kenzi announced, pumping her fist in the air. She was excited. She’d never shared a room with anybody. This was undiscovered territory, and she’d love to explore it free of any limitations.

She watched as Flick started unpacking. Her eyes widened when she pulled out a guitar. ”Dude, you play guitar? My sister is like a huge music freak, she can play like every single instrument ever invented. She taught me a few things. How much do you know?” She asked.

A realization came across Kenzi when Flick mentioned their schedule. She hadn’t even been thinking about her classes. ”Shit dude, yeah, our schedule! I’ve been meaning to walk through my schedule.” She dashed across the room and handed Peter back to Flick before grabbing her by the wrist. ”C’mon, we’ll walk through our schedules together. I haven’t even seen most of the school yet.” She announced excitedly as she started marching toward the door.