Fandom High Dormitories

Anakin had woken up early due to the emotions he'd felt from Callisto's alcove, but she hadn't cried out so he didn't want to bother her.

He had padded out into the living room, hair still mussed from sleeping, and was contemplating whether or not to make coffee.

[OOC: Open to Flamingoes and anyone thinking the counselors might have a clue what's going on. Which, until Xander arrives, they don't. But there's coffee!]

Alec's motorcycle didn't look much like a motorcycle any more. No wheels, for one. And it was kind of, well, hovering, thanks to the repulsorlift engine that Anakin had installed.

With a small smile, Anakin sat down and pushed the accelerator pedal with his right foot. The swoop bike took off with a satisfying roar.

He took it slow for the first trip around the island, carefully listening for anything that sounded unusual. Not that he normally doubted his mechanical abilities, but it had been that kind of a week, and it wasn't going to be a machine for his personal use where he could catch something later. Plus, it would be bad to have one of the new kids explode.

When he was finally satisfied that the bike was in working order, he pressed the accelerator all the way down with a fierce sort of joy.

500 kilometers an hour, even for the short trip around the beaches, was nothing to turn down.

He turned back towards the camp, slowing down to a more reasonable speed, parked in front of Flamingo, and left a handwavey message for Alec.

Nice to see something had worked this week.

[OOC: Open to Alec and anyone who wants to try to wheedle a ride on the new shiny thing...]