Finally.
It took a few minutes more than the girls would have liked but they finally made it back to their dorm, along with everyone else.
As it turns out: everyone is located within the same dormitory – which happened to house a few hundred super powered people ranging from ages sixteen to twenty; since that's apparently when powers start showing the most.
Also to the girls' displeasure, the dorm turned out to be co-ed.
"Boys?" Bubbles whispered harshly. "We've barely had contact with people, let alone boys!" She started tugging on her pigtails, a habit the blonde picked up when she would get stressed or nervous.
"Well, we can't really do anything about it, Bubbles!" Blossom responded, reaching for the brush on her dresser. The girls were all gathered in Blossom's room, located on the second floor, after having changed into normal clothing. They were currently discussing a few "problems" they had with their new living situation so far. "We need to learn how to socialize with people, especially people our age. I think that maybe this will be good for us."
Buttercup snorted. "You mean you want to try and pack everything we've ever missed out on in our lives into the two years we'll be here?"
"I mean it wouldn't hurt to try." The brush was stuck in a tangle.
Growl.
"I'm pretty hungry."
"I thought that was me."
"You mean it wasn't me?"
Blossom put down her brush and sighed. "I would think the cafeteria is only open at certain times of the day." She got up to retrieve a schedule provided by Dr. Clara. "Ah, yes, the cafeteria is open from 6 am to 10 am, 11:30 am to 1 pm, and 4pm to 7 pm all throughout the week while the kitchen is to be used at our disposal." She looked towards the digital clock sitting beside her bed. "And it's . . . 6:50 in the evening now. Definitely not enough time to find the cafeteria and have a comfortable meal."
"Well," Bubbles tugged on her pigtails once more. "I'm sure if we found some stuff in the kitchen then I could surely whip us up something to eat."
"Alright!" Buttercup cheered. "Let's go!" She took off out the door, her sisters following behind.
Blossom thought Buttercup to be a little too underdressed for her first day in a new place, whether it was their new home or not. Buttercup's comfortable style was almost always some form of sport shorts or sweatpants. Today, her green eyed sister decided to wear her favorite black Nike sweatpants with a green tank top to match – her usual cushioned, black Toms were looking a little worn out today. Her hair, as usual, was a short, hot mess; the only difference is she pinned her bangs back against her head with a bobby pin.
Bubbles had decided on a comfy casual, only wearing black leggings, and a long, blue shirt. Her choice of shoes were simple, black ballet flats.
Blossom wanted to stay comfortable, but also look a little presentable. She insisted on wearing a long-sleeve, pink shirt with white shorts but decided to match Bubbles' ballet flats – except Blossom's shoes were pink. To complete her ensemble, Blossom had tied half of her hair back with her red ribbon, letting her long tresses flow around her.
Since there are kitchens located on each floor, the girls had no problem finding the one on their floor. Some people were lingering in the hallways, most staring at the triplets.
"That was a great job out there!" Someone called out.
"Welcome to the school!" Someone else shouted. The rest greeted the girls with a smile.
Bubbles waved back, Blossom smiled, and Buttercup acknowledged everyone with a curt nod.
"Hm," Bubbles opened the refrigerator. "There's a lot in here. Check the pantry."
Blossom swung open two cabinet doors that revealed multiple shelves stacked with many items. "Oh, I see pancake mix! Buttercup how do you feel about-" Blossom looked behind her. "Buttercup?"
In the living area across from the kitchen, Buttercup was on her knees mumbling while holding something rectangular in her hands.
"What's that?" Bubbles asked Buttercup. Although the girls had super hearing, they couldn't understand what their sister was saying.
Suddenly, Buttercup whipped around and shoved something in the approaching blonde's face. "Mortal Kombat, I mean, they have every single one of them! The sticky note on the back says they even have the newer extended pack on this one!" Blossom slammed her head against the marble countertop. While she loved her sister, she did not enjoy the overly competitive spirit her green eyed sister manages to accumulate during every round of that particular game.
Sure, Blossom is competitive, but Buttercup? Buttercup is competitive.
Bubbles sighed. "I'll get the pancakes started. Blossom, please keep Buttercup busy and . . . under control."
It was a good thing that the kitchen and living area were both emptied, that way no one had to hear Buttercup's foul mouth once she got started. Buttercup happily made sure the PS4 was hooked up before plopping in the disk and handing Blossom a wireless controller – Player 2 no doubt.
The two sisters plopped down on the couch directly in front of the large, flat screen television as the game's ominous music began to play through the speakers and Buttercup grabbed the remote to turn the sound up louder. "Other people live in this dorm, please be respectful." Blossom nagged.
Buttercup turned and smirked at her pink eyed sister. "I'd much prefer everyone hear me kicking your ass."
"And so it starts." They could hear their blonde sister mumble, already pouring batter into the ready hot pan.
"Round One: Fight"
Maybe Blossom was a little rusty? She hadn't played in, let's see, at least two weeks. Oh, yes, there goes her character, impaled by another pincer.
"You will incubate my young."
Bug blast, how very nice. Well then.
"Shit, how'd you . . . when did-?!" Buttercup snarled. "I call bullshit!"
Blossom smirked at the screen, watching as her character impaled Buttercup's own with a bloodied icicle. "I don't see how you can call that, it's fair game."
An unfamiliar warmth surrounded both sisters. "X-rays are the worst." The voice was husky, like the person had just woken up.
Blossom felt someone sit next to her. "Only if you're a sore loser." Different voice. Deeper than the first.
"Let me finish kicking my sister's ass and then me and you are gonna have a talk about personal space." Buttercup huffed, way too engrossed in the game to even bother with the person leaning on the couch directly behind her.
Blossom wondered how Buttercup could act so cool with two unfamiliar people in their presence. She certainly felt a little nervous.
"Hah! Take that!" Buttercup finished her combo – which left both of the sisters at very little health. Blossom responded with a slide which knocked both Buttercup's health and character down. The green eyed sister huffed as her character held out two hands and two pincers while Blossom's character laughed and froze himself.
"Mother fucker."
"Round two: Fight"
Buttercup's thumbs moved fast over the controller, unleashing many attacks on Blossom's character. All that Blossom could do was attempt to block the hits but that was getting nowhere as her character flew through the air.
"Flawless Victory.
"Yeah, that's right you shit-freezing ninja." Blossom rolled her eyes; her sister's insults were a little much. The guy behind Buttercup snorted.
"Round three: Fight"
Blossom started out freezing a clone of her character and throwing it at Buttercup. Maybe there was hope this round.
"Oh, uhm, h-hello. I d-didn't see you there." A small voice squeaked. This alerted Blossom as she turned to peer over the couch to look at her baby sister. A blond boy was leaning on the sleek counter, watching the pigtailed girl flip pancakes. There was a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Brutality"
"Fuck. Yes." A loud cheer from the middle sister.
Blossom's head whipped back towards the screen. Were those the legs? Where was the torso? That's so much blood.
"Feed, my children."
"When did you even learn to use that brutality?" The pink eyed girl slumped into the couch. "You totally took advantage of my being distracted."
"You're never supposed to look away from a match – gaming rule number one." Buttercup turned. "As for you, asshole, who in the – oh. Hm. So you're the dumbass that kept staring at me the whole simulation battle."
Blossom turned towards the person next to her.
Deep red eyes.
"Hey babe."