Issue 1 Downtime

Elena rubbed her eyes and quickly covered a yawn as she went through the cafeteria line and grabbed a simple breakfast and filled a large container with coffee. She settled into a table by herself and picked at her breakfast, seeming more focused on the coffee.

((Open))

Nash had just gotten his breakfast, bacon, pancakes, and orange juice. He then found a mostly empty table, the one Elena was at, and sat down there, though not that near Elena.

Steve, wearing blue jeans and a grey NASA t-shirt, took a seat across from the older boy and set down his tray.

"Hey," he said, "It's okay if I sit here... right?"

Nash looked up at the other boy.

"Yeah, its okay."

"Some place, huh?"

"Have to sit somewhere."

He paused a bit.

"You're new here, I'd guess?"

"Only here a few days now," he nodded.

“It shows... the whole nervous new kid thing.”

"God... am I still that obvious?"

“Yes.”

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"So... what's your mutant power thingy?"

“It tells me how to make things, and makes me be really good at making them. But I have to actually get a good look at one of whatever it is I'm trying to make first."

"That sounds awesome," he grinned.

"It can be. Though there are times I wish it was eye lasers or something." He smirked.

"Yeah. Me too. All I got is malfunctioning telepathy."

"Malfunctioning telepathy?" Nash looked puzzled.

"I can't really hear thoughts, I see them."

"That explains it a bit better, but... how exactly is it malfunctioning?"

"Well okay... maybe just atypical."

"It is? I guess I have no idea how telepathy is supposed to work."

He shrugged. "Just thought it was supposed to be hearing voices."

“So, you could look inside my head and see what I'm thinking right now?”

In Nash's head he was imagining a mechanical part, a gear to be precise. To be more precise as to what Nash was imagining, as it was very precise to him, it was a 3D model of a gear with all the needed information like material, size, number of teeth, pitch, and more, all shown at once.

Steve squinted briefly in concentration.

"A gear and a bunch of measurements."

"You're right. I guess I have to watch out in case you steal one of my genius plans." Nash smirked.

He let out a single laugh. "So wouldn't be able to do anything with that."

"Probably not." he smiled.

"Now if it was a football play, then you could worry."

"I don't think I'll come up with one of those. I mostly just stick to watching Steelers games."

"Pro ball? Dude, it's all about the college ball."