Party time! [Isaac, Kyo, Kohaku, Jon, Jun]

It’d originally been a stealthy sneak and retrieve mission, search the first years open kitchen for milk or creamer or anything to pour an obscene amount into their cup coffee to make it less tar like. Jon wasn’t sure how long the pot had been sitting, already clicked off and cold. Could have been a few hours or a month, they didn’t exactly spend a lot of time speculating how old the actual coffee was before taking a sip. It was an eerie black color and tasted what sad dreams are made of, so it was perfect to start their day to. Now if only they could find something to make it a little more palatable. Eventually the third years would get their act together and make a proper grocery list to grab items, but until then, it was a large sack of rice, enough ramen to choke on and like half a container of salt that had congealed into a large lump. None suitable additions for coffee. Unless you were a coward.

So when Jon shut the refrigerator door, magnets clacking holding up take out menus, lost and found coursework assignments and a proper, work in progress grocery list, they eyed the few students lingering over the weekend. Shoving the sleeve of their neon, green hoodie up, Jon stirred their coffee sludge and lamented these poor fools who were spending their time wasting away when they could be doing something fun and not school related. Taking a sip, the third year made a sour face before debating it wasn’t that bad and chugged the rest to their own mental mantra. What didn’t kill them, made them stronger.

Their pant’s pocket buzzed and chirped a cheery little melody, signifying a new text message in the group chat. It’d been a steady stream since yesterday as plans were suggested and made. The one usually late to the party, Jon had taken it upon themselves to actually be ready at a decent hour, and then still be mildly late. In their defense, they made sure they didn’t actually forget their littlest avenger in the team of other smaller and one tall avenger. Waiting on Isaac took precedence, second to finding something other than rice for their coffee. Setting the empty cup on the counter, they fished out their phone from their black harem pants and quickly read through the messages, before adding theirs.

omw. waiting on mr roboto. maybe grabbing sum xtra fun fun 2 add 2 the menagerie.

“Oi,” Jon called loudly, voice easily filling the open room and catching the attention of anyone who dared look. “Who wants to go on a day trip to Tokyo?” Looking through the heavy sway of green dreadlocks, they caught sight of an adorable blonde cutie and grinned suddenly. Pocketing their phone after leaving a quick text to Isaac they were down with the first years, Jon tucked a lock over their ear, ignoring when it swung back.

“Hey, you with the face.” Directing their vague greeting toward him, they wandered toward the teen with all the subtle certitude of a predator stalking their prey and with practiced eased, swept a hand under their thigh to help drop a bright green sneaker atop of the coffee table tucked in the middle of a couple of couches and chairs. Jon leaned forward, resting an elbow on their knee joint and eyed the blonde guy. “You look like you got nothing going on in this sad desolate graveyard of education.” The teen shifted their balance and a flash of silver of their prosthetic’s pylon peeked between the gap of their pant leg and sneaker.

“What’s your name?” They asked, not bothering to actually wait for a proper answer and rested their chin on a propped arm. “Cool, cool, wanna come hang out with the cool kids in Tokyo? We’re doing all things debased and debauchery and other D related things to wittle away our mortal coil until Monday classes.” Jon took a much needed breath and grinned sharply. “Anyways, we’re leaving now. Gotta make it to the station.”

Dropping their foot on the table, the teen grabbed a handful of a sleeve and tugged, intending to drag the kid with no room to argue. “Names Jonny, by the way. You got money on ya? Cause we are about to reckless blow all of it on useless junk and street food.”

“Ever been to the amusement park in Tokyo? The one by the, uh, whats-it-called piers? That one. You’ll love it.”

Isaac raised his hand in front of him and swiped the wall of data aside, briefly watching the text flow into a more organized cluster before moving his attention to the next mass that rose up to take its place. "Just a little more..." He thought to himself as he stood in the dark space, countless clusters of information like the one he'd just sorted filling the room around him. Well, it wasn't actually a room, and he wasn't really standing, that's just how his brain made sense of things on the inside of a computer. It was different when he was in one of his robots, where there were cameras to see out of and joints to move; those behaved at least somewhat similar to his normal body. But in the void of utter sensory deprivation that was a harddrive, it was completely up to his brain to form his 'surroundings'. If he really wanted to, he could make it look like anything. Instead of standing in a room with walls of text, he could be in a library arranging books, or even laying out seashells on a beach. Most people would probably prefer something along those lines, but Isaac had gotten so used to his quirk over the years that it didn't usually make a difference to him. Data was data, and working with the raw structures was the most natural thing in the world to him.

As the boy continued to sort through the mess of information, a sharp chime pierced through his concentration. A notification. With an absent-minded flick of his wrist, a small window popped open to his side, revealing the familiar sight of the school chat client. Looked like a message from... Ah yes, Jon. While he motioned to open up the text, a small blue form darted out from between the data clusters and spiraled around him, a luminous creature that resembled something halfway between a cat and a fox. Nadya chirped cheerfully as she came to rest on his shoulder and gazed at the new window with curiosity. After the first encounter with Isamu in the lab, he'd let the AI choose it's own appearance. He still didn't know exactly why, but it seemed to have taken a liking to the cat's form...

"черт, already this late?"

Isaac mumbled as he looked over the messages from his fellow student. Despite basically having a clock built into his senses, the odd way that time seemed to flow while he was inside a machine made it very difficult to tell how long he'd been there. Completely losing track of the day was a normal occurrence if no one disturbed him. But today wasn't a day for that. The boy had only just recently had his official transfer into the hero course, and his new classmates had insisted on doing something to celebrate. Though, they hadn't actually told him what that something was, only what time to meet up. Double checking the clock he cursed again and started hurriedly throwing what was left of the data structures into less than organized clumps.

A few minutes later, Isaac appeared in front of his computer desk with a crackle of electricity, taking a brief second to fight off the usual disorientation before rushing to get ready. The white haired boy hastily threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a black sleeveless vest, then added a hoodie that was slightly too big for his frame, long baggy sleeves hanging loosely over his hands. His overly pale skin didn't tend to do well in the sunlight, and since he at least knew they'd be outside today, it seemed like a prudent precaution.

Now dressed, he tossed a few more provisions into a bag, then turned to his computer one last time. With a few clicks he finished the file transfer that was in progress and then reached for the object that was sitting beside his tower. It was a small mechanical frame, about a foot and a half tall and quadrupedal, almost feline in appearance. In fact, it was as close an approximation to Nadya's digital form as he could manage, and when he reached to unplug it from the computer, blue eyes flicked on. Almost immediately he was greeted with a familiar chirping noise and the creature cycled through all of its joints, experimenting briefly before starting to chitter excitedly. Isaac regarded the machine with a soft smile as it looked up at him, a bit of pride in his chest at the results of his work. "Come Nadya, we're going to be late." He said as he slung his bag on his back and Nadya chirped again in response, darting up his arm to perch on his shoulder.

Following the instructions from Jon's message, Isaac pulled his hood up to block the sun and made his way over to the first year dorms. Once there, it didn't take long to pick out the green-haired tornado that was his fellow third year. They had a tendency to stick out, despite their vertically challenged nature, not that the young Russian boy could say much on that subject. As he approached Jon, Isaac gave a wave to grab his attention. "Good Morning Jonnny, My apologies for the wait. We are heading to station now, da?" He said, seemingly ignorant of the fact that his classmate was in the process of dragging away one of the first years. The metallic creature on his shoulder however, watched the exchange with great interest.

Following Ko's question Kyo would let out a devious chuckle as he couldn't wait for the day to progress. "Oh I'm ready for today, I even managed to snag us some libations.  If you catch my drift." replied Kyo as he give his fellow third year a sly wink.  Kyo wasn't normally one for hanging with fellow UA students outside of school but luckily the rag tag bunch he was going to be with was the few people he actually didn't hate being around. Mainly because everyone in the group had their own faults which somehow made this mad men bunch fun to be around. And now they were going to induct Isaac into the group the only way they knew how. With a day of debauchery, fun, hangovers, and questionable behaviors. As he glanced over at the perking lot, Kyo couldn't help but worry about what could have been taking the other's so long. "I wonder what's taking them? If I had to guess my money's on Jon. I knew it wasn't the best idea leaving them in charge of transport for the guest of honor. Here's to hoping they haven't gone and done something to crazy." After he was done expressing his concerns Kyo instinctually went into a stretch yawn combo before then heading over to the concession stand.  "I'm going to grab a soda."

Jun shook his head at the offer of gum. Though his ears started to turn red at being called a cutie. Hopeless romantic or not, a compliment like that, no matter who it was from, was going to make him react in such a way. He giggled at the mention of their antics being ten times worse than what he'd heard...which was hard to believe, but yet seemed pretty plausible. The blond took out his phone and texted his brother on his change in plans. Hopefully the hospital staff wouldn't mind too much. After, some fresh air might be good for him, along with more social interaction beyond nurses and family.

At the mention of his eye color, Jun's face exploded red. "They have some unique traits...they will change to blue if I'm too stressed out, or shade depending on my mood..." Right now, they were a bright shade of green, signifying his good mood. He followed the finger, and got flick...a childish prank that made him wrinkle his nose. The blond had no idea who the people referred to at all...so he was still every bit confused on who was going along this little trip.

Then came the one of the shortest people he'd seen at UA. What was up with UA and really short people and really tall people? Jun was average height here! Instead of short! The odd accent told him foreigner, and that was confirmed by the name. And clearly a techy guy if the robot cat was any indication. Jun gave a bright smile and waved. Again, he was left wondering who was who. Though the name Kyo was familiar to him for some reason that he couldn't quite figure out yet. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if Jonny was joking or was serious...the blond hoped he was joking. Either way, unless spoken to, he would simply follow the two to the station and off to meet their comrades.