There were suddenly a lot more people in the mansion than there were when Tony had arrived. Mr. Drake had mentioned something about most of the school being away on some kind of a field trip, and apparently they had returned sometime after his being shown around and while he was getting settled in to his dorm room. The place had seemed pretty big, but the number of people living within its walls had heavily multiplied in the span of a day, and Tony couldn't have been happier for it.
Being the kind of person who enjoyed the company of others much of the time, he was somewhat eager to meet some of the people he'd be living and learning with for the next year or so. He was in his junior year of high school and wouldn't be in the educational system forever, but he figured he would try to make the most of his remaining year and some odd months, forging new potential friendships to replace the ones he had lost and learning as much as he could about other mutants.
He'd also need to get to know his new roommate John, who he had only seen briefly the day before but hadn't really had time for a decent introduction. With him and the rest of the school having returned from what had appeared to be a pretty wild field trip he felt that allowing the kid some time to rest without badgering him was probably the best thing to do.
It didn't hurt that said mutants could provide him with inspiration for his more creative, artistic endeavors. Sometimes the best stories were inspired by real people and real events, so meeting and getting to know as many of his mutant peers and superiors as possible sounded like an absolutely wonderful idea. Creating a graphic novel was going to be hard work, but with the kind of inspiration that he would likely find in a mutant school he was bound to have no shortage of ideas. The hardest part would probably be trimming things down so that they didn't get out of hand –too many characters and story threads could become amazingly unwieldy and make for a messy plot.
But he didn't want to get ahead of himself. Before he would consider using anyone's likeness (or even simply their power for character inspiration) he would have to actually meet
The problem was that he honestly had no idea where to go to do that, especially on a weekend. Boarding school of any kind was new to him, so actually living at the school was an entirely new concept to him (though it did mean that he could actually say that some teachers really did
live at the school, which was amusing.) Classes wouldn't be in session on a Saturday so he wouldn't be forced
to be around his peers, so he would have to find a place where some might congregate on their own.
Using his knowledge from both the tour and of the mentality of teenagers and kids in general, Tony settled on the rec room as his first stop. It was fairly early, so he figured he would hang around in there for a bit to see if anyone came through before moving on to other locations. With him he carried his phone, a small sketchbook, and a pair of mechanical pencils. Having charged up a small bit prior to leaving the room with energy drawn from one of the unused electrical outlets on the way out of his shared dorm room, he would have more than ample stores to keep his cell phone powered without fear of its battery draining from use.
Sitting down at a table, Tony pulled up the image gallery on his phone to a find a collected set of posing practice images he had once sketched and used for basic reference before he went to work. Selecting one of the more complex action poses, he flipped his sketchbook open to the twenty-third page and began quickly drawing out the guide lines. Finer details would come as the sketch progressed, though he wasn't entirely sure what he would ultimately decide to draw he knew that the inspiration would come in time.
Deep blue eyes sparking mildly with tiny veins of electricity stared intently, shifting from page to screen as he worked. Even if he remained alone he'd at least get some practice in.Iceman
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