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Who: Bumblebee, Aube Floor 3
What: Floor meeting
Where: Aube Floor 3 common room
When: Thursday night
Warning: Nothing probably?

Sometime in the morning, Bumblebee posts a message to all doors on floor 3 indicating there will be a floor meeting in the common room at 7 pm. Bee had been asked to serve as RA, and he'd agreed. Like an idiot. Aube Floor 3 was now his responsibility.

As everyone files into the common room at 7, they'll noticed a stack of paper on the table with rules printed on them in English, French, and Japanese.

"Alright everybody, grab a set of rules. I'm not gonna hold you here too late. As you can probably figure out, the powers that be decided we've been without adult supervision for too long, and for some reason decided I'm the best option to be that supervision. I just need to go over the rules, answer any questions you might have, and then I'll let you go," He says, as he starts handing out the sheets.

"Rule 1, No illegal substances or illegal possessions in general. This should be pretty self explanatory, but just don't do anything that'll bring the cops here and I'll be happy.

Rule 2, keep rooms clean. I'm not asking for spotless. Just keep the floors mostly clear and garbage in cans and we'll be fine. You and I personally, I mean, your roommate might have other ideas.

Rule 3, Pets are allowed, just take care of them and clean up after them. I won't be doing it for you.

Rule 4, keep excessive noise to a minimum, especially at night. I'm not banning music, just try not to play it so loud people in the next room can hear you. If it's needed, I know ways to soundproof rooms with runes.

Rule 5, No curfew, but please find a way to let me know where you are if you're going to be out later than midnight? You can be out as late as you want, I don't care, but I'd at least like to know where in case somebody asks.

Rule 6, No vandalism or theft. Again, pretty self explanatory. This covers unintentional vandalism too, like accidentally destroying something in your room because you were experimenting with things you shouldn't have. There are better places for that than in the dorms.

Last but not least, Rule 7," he says with bit of humor, "no Footloose remakes. The original with Kevin Bacon is still okay though."

"That covers just about everything, I think. Any questions?"

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Huh. Well rule 5 is getting broken immediately, sorry Bee. You even phrased it really nicely.

Peter is on the floor in the common room, working idly on some bit of tech while he reads through everything. Normally he'd raise his hand and ask a question about now? But his hands are busy so he'll just spit it right out instead.

"Who are you again?"

If Bee said it, Peter wasn't listening. Sorry.

"...I knew I was forgetting something." Bee says with a facepalm. This was getting off to a great start.

"Sorry, Hi. Daniel Kafer, but everyone calls me Bumblebee. Rune Guild callsign, it's a thing."

Well okay, that's kind of cool, actually. Peter nods, suitably impressed.

"I'm Peter Parker." A pause. "Glad you're not also banning music or something."

Have you heard of him already, Bee? He might have a bit of a rep. Or a rap sheet.

Right, the main reason he'd even been asked to RA. Not that he was going to bring it up right now.

"Wasn't even considering it. I like eighties metal too much. Which is the main reason I even know soundproofing runes."

Peter lights up instantly. Right, he'd just said he was in a Rune Guild, right? Runes are officially the coolest new thing Peter's heard about since coming here. "You can do soundproofing runes? For real?" Wait, that's not actually the most exciting part. Back up. "And you're in a guild? Dude, you can't just drop that and not explain."

Bee nods. He;s always up for talking about his guild. "I'm with the Autobots. My family's been involved with them since just before World War 2. That's when my great grandfather joined. We're one of the more combat-oriented ones, and we use Rune Armor that's transforms into vehicles. Mine's a yellow Volkswagen Beetle."

Congrats, Bee. You're officially the coolest adult he's met here. (Though, considering Héctor previously held that title, maybe it wasn't such a high bar to clear.)

"Dude. Dude." He's getting giddy just picturing this. "You can't just say something like that without showing me."

"Tell you what, we'll go down to the Citadel and I'll show it to you after we're done."

He looks around at the rest of the room. "That goes for everyone else. If you want to see my giant robot, I'll take you to see my giant robot."

Yes please god he needs this. Immediately. "It's a giant robot too?" he says, his eyes bright with excitement. "How big? Are you like a mech pilot?"

"A little under 11 feet, so not exactly humongous. And it's mentally controlled, so it's not exactly what you'd call piloting either either. I've got a runic tattoo on my back that links me up to everything when the armor's in robot mode."

So any eventual thoughts of learning to use the armor were over before they began.

He wasn't ... NOT thinking of asking to pilot the armor himself? But now that those plans have been kiboshed, he's definitely thinking about it. "Damn," he says. "That would be the coolest thing if you could pilot it."

This part is still awesome, just. Not quite as awesome!

With his TA-ing sessions, Héctor usually winds up sitting off to the side in case of any need for support, trying to look attentive whether or not the topic interests him, and creating more back and forth with the classroom wherever needed. A sidekick, of sorts, and a role he's surprised to be okay with.

He does the same here now, observing the students and looking to see if the new RA needs any jump-ins at all. That seven pm meeting time helps too. He bobs his head to the list of rules, letting the RA get through the lot of them--right up to when he snorts at rule seven.

But once the RA is done, He raises his hand high. Whether addressed or night, he rises. Looking to both the RA boy and the rest of their floor, he says, "¡Hola a todos! Before your questions, I wanted introduce myself. I'm Héctor, I TA the evening classes and do most the work that happens at night. A couple of you have confused me for the RA already, but as you can see, he's here." He throws a grin the RA's way. "While you can pretty much assume that rule five here is one I won't be following quite so well, I will be looking out when I can to see what students do follow this, just to see you safe. We don't want anyone getting lost in the night here. Thank you, that is all, you may carry on."

And with that, he settles himself back, letting the lot of them do just that. If with a small thumbs up thrown in for good measure. He'll be here when the questions are over.

"Thank you for that." Bee says, nodding over in Héctor's direction. He's glad he doesn't have to deal with all this by himself. Not that he couldn't if he'd had to, but it was better that he didn't.

"As for rule 5? You're an adult, I can't pretend I have any control over what you do. For everyone who isn't, I am absolutely serious about it. Anyone who breaks it will be getting a curfew. I'm giving you guys a lot of leash here. Don't make me pull back on it."

Woops, sorry kids. His smile is only a slight wince. He'll try and give you a warning before he passes the message back to Bee at least. Probably.

But it doesn't look as though Bee's that much of an adult quite yet himself. He's not sure he can leave the guy to fend for himself entirely. At least as long as he can, he figures he should offer something. Though maybe he can swing both.

"Unless with supervision?" He offers. "For any students who are... nocturnally inclined." Vampires. He means vampires. But he hasn't met any vampire kids yet personally and he kind of hopes he doesn't. It's never fun seeing dead kids like that.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I'll work something out beforehand just in case it does become an issue, though. Hopefully it won't, because I'm letting you guys stay out as late as you want You just need to tell me where you're going to be. To my face, by posting a note to my door, or even just texting me on the school's network. I'm bumblebee there, too. I don't think it's going to be a hard rule to follow."

Somebody was going to break it anyways, he realized. But Bee had to lay down boundaries somewhere.

Oh yeah, this rule is definitely getting broken. He's not sure he's feeling more sorry for, Bee trying to wrangle this or the kids who are inevitably going to get into trouble.

He waits a little longer, until the questions are all done and he can talk to the kid a little more one on one. He sidles up with a wry grin.

"So, the faculty volunteer you for this or did you volunteer?"

Bee shrugs. "I could've said no when they asked me to. But I've known about all this my whole life. Not everybody gets that much prep. Or any, sometimes. I figured I could help with that."

"That's kind of you," He says, a little bit impressed. "Not everyone who's used to all this is so considerate that it even occurs that could be an issue. Something I've been trying to get at from the other side. There was a lot of shouting and screaming on my part when I got involved." Both the first time he was shown anything and the first time he woke up like this. "Hopefully these kids can see that it doesn't all have to be like that after that first time."

Gwen had stuck around for the meeting, she focused more on the paper itself than whatever the guy was saying. Though, there was one part that immediately caught her attention.

"Can you come back to the part about soundproofing rooms?"

"If you need your room soundproofed, I can do it." It wasn't like it would be hard. He'd already done it to his own room.

"It has to be one way, though. Safety reasons. You still need to be able to hear what's going on outside of it."

"That's cool. I don't mind hearing the sound of my own drums, but I'm thinking my neighbors might not like it so much." Especially if they were, you know, sleeping.

Because if there was one thing that Gwen liked herself, it was sleep.

"Or the rest of the floor. It can, uh, get pretty loud."

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