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This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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Her response made one of his eyebrows arch. Everything at this point now seemed very odd. Not only did he find that the door was never locked and anyone could just waltz on in, it eventually made him laugh. "Good on him for being so trusting. If I ever owned a place like this, I'd be afraid my stuff'll get pinched."

He extended a hand in a friendly gesture. "Name's Varon. No last name, just Varon." He dropped the family name for a reason. He loved his late parents too much to mar their reputation.

The school did have other defenses, locking the doors wasn't really needed. Unless said defenses were knocked out by oh say, a power drain. "I believe it is done so that everyone here feels more welcomed. After all, this is now as much our home as it is the Professor's." She'd only met him once when she first arrived. He seemed like a very nice man and she already liked him.

For a moment Dany stared at his hand, seemingly confused by the gesture. She reached out and took his hand but didn't shake it, it was as if she expected him to do something. Usually a kiss on the hand was what she was used to getting. Ah, the joys of different cultures and social classes. "Daenerys Targaryen, but um, you can call me Dany. It is easier on the tongue."

"That's quite a mouthful. Dany it is." He didn't make any gesture other than to give a quick, firm, shake before he released his grip.

He thought about what she said with a small hum. Coming from a place where refinement wasn't part of the social game, the bush and living out in the wilderness didn't make for a lot of friends other than a few acquaintances along the way now and then. Friends were hard to come by when revenge played a huge role.

"So, you met this bloke? Gotta hand it to him, his tastes in homes are...er...stuffy." Varon really didn't have a good word for it. "I kinda miss the open air, but it's too damn cold to go camping out here."

She gave a small laugh and nodded, "Yes, I know. Hence the nickname."

Friends weren't a common thing for Dany either. At least, not friends her own age. She had knew many adults that she supposed she could call a friend but maybe that wasn't the right word for it.

"Just the once, right after I arrived. He seemed very nice. But yes, I do agree on the house feeling a little stuffy. Cluttered even. There is not enough open air in this layout." Her own home back home was large, possibly larger than the Institute but the layout for many of the rooms was very open. Sometimes Dany felt as if she were going to suffocate within the walls of the school. But that might just be the dragon in her complaining.

"It is much too cold."

"What is it? I mean, your name. What nationality is it?" Being Spanish in heritage and Australian by birth, he didn't know much aside from what he grew up with. He could go on and on about the Outback but knew nothing of Spain. "My dad was from Spain. My mum was a stewardess. Kinda gives new meaning to the word gypsy, eh?" Varon chuckled slightly before he took another few steps inside.

His gloved hand traced over the lines of the furniture. The wood panels and the way everything seemed cramped together almost felt like he didn't belong there. The rides he often took to become deliberately lost eventually made their path back to his home when he used to ride his dirt bike. He smiled to himself over the memory of his father berating him about how often Varon returned on a nearly empty tank.

He turned around to face Dany again and arched his back. He hadn't realized until now just how sore he was from those long hours on the road. "Guess I should say I'm a mutant at least. Never really thought of it much. It just comes naturally."

"I am going to guess that my name was derived from the Greek god Dionysus. I unsure of how true that may be. As for where I am from my family has lived in Rome as far back as anyone can remember. Oh! I have heard Spain is very nice. I always wished to travel there one day." In fact she had always wished to travel to a lot of places.

Dany smiled and gave a little laugh, "I think that much is easy enough to figure out. After all, why else would you be here if you are not a mutant?"

"Damn, that long?" Varon looked almost in disbelief. He only visited a few places here and there while his father raced when he was a child but he couldn't remember much other than admiring his father as he raced. With his mutation so close to human, it was easy to hide unless he was caught in fight.

He chuckled softly when Dany gave her little laugh. He often thought of what it would have been like if he was an older brother but that time had passed. He bottled up his emotions and left the thought in the background. "Maybe I got the address off of some bloke's matchbook." He grinned playfully. "Seriously, though, I guess even now I gotta have some place to go. Thought I could do it on my own but I guess that comes with the territory of dead broke and homeless mixed with being too proud to admit I needed anything."

Dany nodded, causing the bell to jingle softly. "Yes."

"I doubt that to be the case." The last bit made her frown, she'd never had any experience with being dead broke or homeless. "That is terrible but at least you have here?"

"Bah, come off it." Varon waved the thought away. "Not like it's killed me or anything. Got me some character, is what it did. Pops always told me what doesn't kill a man makes him stronger and I ain't done nothing to deserve no one's pity. Got that?"

He didn't mean to come off as harsh as he had but it did give some irritation when people gave him handouts. "I'm only here because it's expected of me." He wouldn't admit it, but he did need the education and he needed the place to stay.

Dany gave an apologetic look, shrinking back a bit. "Sorry, I meant no offense."

Varon calmed himself down. He lowered his head and his voice. "I'm sorry. I got a little hot there for a moment. Pay it no mind."

The journey did take a lot out of him and before he realized it, he was needing sleep and food. He decided sleep was more important. "Listen, Dany, it's been a long trip and I'm beat. We can talk tomorrow when I'm feeling more spry. How's that?"

A tentative smile formed on Dany's lips as she gave a nod. "Very well. I bid you a good night, Varon."

He slipped his helmet under his arm and gave a quick smile at Dany with a two fingered salute. "Night."

He walked toward the back then realized he had no idea where he was going. "Uh...mind pointing me to the dorms?"

Dany had turned and started on her way when Varon addressed her again. "It may be easier if I show you the way." She gathered turned and swept past him in the direction of the boy's dorms.

"Thanks. And...sorry I snapped at you." He would have to find some way to make it up to her, that's for sure. He waited for Dany first before he moved.

"That's a might fancy dress you got on. Is there a play or something you're rehearsing for?"

Dany glanced back with a small smile on her lips, "It is all right. I am sure I would have been the same way after my arrival here. Several hours on a plane can be just as draining as a trip by any other method."

She shook her head in response to his question, the bell once again jingling louder than it did when she was simply walking. "I um, I dress like this all the time." Not always full dresses but more often than not she wore long skirts.

"Oh. No harm then." He smiled. Varon was often jovial when the mood struck him and seeing now that he didn't have to fight to keep what was his, he was feeling somewhat better.

"I dress like this all the time too, you know. I wouldn't have the legs for a dress." He joked.

She glanced back at him again before giving a small giggle. "What of dresses that show no leg?"

Varon laughs loudly now. "I can wear a kilt. Pulled it off too." Once he realized what he just said, his hand went right to his face. "Uh...forget I said that."

Dany gave a little chuckle, she may have laughed harder if she could have seen his expression. "I am sure you like quite fetching in a kilt."

"Yeah." He partly mumbled partly chuckled. "I'm sure all the ladies would like to know what's worn under it." He snickered as he tried to hide the joke.

Dany stopped and looked back at him. It was clear from her expression she didn't get what he meant. "Pardon?"

Varon was laughing so hard now from her expression and response that he couldn't form any words while he shook his head along with a wave of his hand.

Dany felt the heat rise to her cheeks as he laughed. She scowled at him before turning back around, her skirts whirling about in the process. With a haughty snort she continued on toward the boy's dorm.

After a few breaths, he came down from his tasteless joke's mirth. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time he laughed at his own bad puns. He cleared his throat and continued on with Dany. "Geez, tough crowd. Good thing there ain't any money involved in it or I'd be broke or booed."