Good afternoon, I'll be your transfer student for today

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Does anyone ever write a good first introduction? There's always that whole 'God, what am I going to say?' moment of awkwardness, isn't there?

Do I put 'Hi, my name's Lauren.' or 'Hey, this is Laurie and I'll be your new transfer student for today'? That last sounds like I should be saying something along the lines of 'Do you want fries with that?' though. Which is funny, because I was only talking to my friend Helen last month about how I couldn't decide if I wanted to get a part time job at McDonald's or not.

I can still do that, right? Because, much as retail is not exactly my 'career choice of a lifetime', it does give me money for things. (Clothing, a car when I get my driver's license. Okay, maybe not a car but one can dream.) And it beat wearing a chicken suit and standing outside a department store selling their 'crazy prices'. On the minus side, my hair will smell like fries at the end of the day.

So, as you may have realized by now, being psychic (It's funny because it's true! At least of some of you, anyhow.) my name is Laurie. Okay, it's really Lauren but only my Mum calls me that, and only when she's truly peeved at me. (Breaking the best china vase playing tag with the dog levels of peeved.) I'm a transfer student from the local high school (Go Salem Center Rams!) Wow, that sounded special. Truly, I do not win at Cheerleading. Always knew there was a reason I picked cross country running instead.

I assume at this point, it's probably a good point to tell you what my mutant power is. I do this thing with pheromones, don't really understand it much myself right now, something to do with how I smell, affecting people physically. Um, people who know about this kind of thing and are good with the explaining of such, help?

Anyway, that's me. I guess I'll see you all in class at some stage, or around.

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Ah, that's okay. Forge is all sorts of weird. Easy mistake.

But yes, important distinction. If the bloody huge wolf you see is red, that would be Rahne. If grey, that would be me. I don't do the shapeshifting bit full-time, but I do have this powers-donation system set up. Well, more like bone marrow donation, but the powers come as a more pleasant consequence of the process that allows me to, you know, live. Rahne is one of the generous souls willing to keep me up and around. Nice one the school is willing to accomodate the special needs mutant, eh?

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He licked my face! When I had the flu even. And he re-arranged my room. There's a rule there, do not mess with Jennie's stuff. It's a simple rule.

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What was wrong with the licking? I was the one taking all the risks, after all. And I happen to know I'm quite talented in that area.

How was I to know about the rule? It's not as if I could ask. There is no handy four-legged pantomine for "Are you just tidy or is this evidence of a documented mental illness?".

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You're cruisin' for more chance meetings with furniture mister.

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You know, I always really liked wolves, used to love going to the zoo to see them when I was a kid. What's it like actually being one?

So do you have to get injections or something? Only, I hear bone marrow transplants aren't exactly easy things to go through.

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Hairy, and with more uncontrollable appendages than one is accustomed to. That said, there are far worse ways to pass the time. The kicked-up senses have a way of making even something as mundane as Forge's old laundry pile quite fascinating. If not any more fragrant. Also, it tends to entail publically acceptable headscratches.

No, no injections. Perish the thought. As Rahne mentioned, I have my own little home-extraction process. My mutation is considerate like that.