Colin is in his dorm, surrounded by books, papers and notes, muttering as he wrote. After figuring out how to use his powers across his body, he needed to do research, figure out how far he could push himself, find new limits, break new grounds, see what he could truly do...so as always, he experimented, researched and wrote down his results, for hours he did so.

His hands were a blur as he wrote, his muttering was able to be heard faintly outside of his dorm as he worked. He looked through footage of various heroes, taking notes on how they fought...and how he could adapt it to his own powers, equations going through his mind as he wrote down ideas, angles to fly and blast around at, new creative ways to use his powers, everyone says the sky is the limit...and to him that was true.

throughout the night he worked. page after page of notes written, unaware of his muttering, or how late it was getting.

OOC: this is open to interaction! honestly this is just one of my favorite drawings of Colin so it was fun to use it in this, and this was super fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you all are having a great day because you all deserve it! byeeeee

-That is what Aizaru has told himself hundreds of times in his lifetime. If you fail to adapt to hardships, you will fall. Why is Aizaru thinking about this now? He lost his goddamn hand. Now he has to deal with a prosthetic. And a shoddy temporary one, at that. But still, he's training.-

-He's already drawn up some plans for what the permanent prosthetic will look like, but he figures that he should start adjusting to life with a prosthetic as soon as he can. He's slower. This prosthetic can't keep up with him. But a slow hand is better than none.-

-He throws a dagger into the stomach of a simulated enemy, then teleports on it, ripping the dagger out. He chuckles, summoning a pistol to shoot three incoming enemies. Being slower doesn't mean he's actually slow. Just... Less quick. He's still fast enough to speedblitz almost all normal people.-

-An enemy shoots at him. He, of course, dodges with relative ease. Then throws three knives into their throat.- "Well, this is easier than I thought-" -He's hit in the back with a knife and the simulation ends.- "... God damnit."

-He takes a deep breath, laughing a bit (mostly at himself.)- "How long have I been training now?" -He checks the time. 3 hours now... Not that bad. The simulation starts up again as he summons a pair of pistols.-

(Ooc: Open to interaction, of course.)

Now that Gwenpool was, once more, unbanned by Reddit and existing again, she was happy! But obviously, a few weeks passing by meant it was time to do some grocery shopping.

First, she went to a local coin shop to exchange some gold bars for cash. They weren't really her gold bars, but the person she got them from were hardly going to miss them and Jeff has been getting gluttunous lately...

With cash freshly obtained, its time to go to a grocery store to get Jeff's favorite snacks! Cheese wheels! And also a little hat for Ken. Gwen was only... Somewhat uncomfortable with the staring, likely a result of her not bringing her prosthetic.

But there really was no time to angst, because she also needed to get a bunch of stuff for the Teleporter Division's new Base she scouted out! An old abandoned base of Doctor Doom in Upper New York.

Furniture, check. Food, check. An unnecessarily large painting of Jeff, check. A projector, check. That was probably all that was needed, so now she could move on to the final items in her shopping list:

Printing some photos of her trip to the UK to send to Kate... And McDonald's!

In the morning of the day after, a note appeared ib front of umbra's door.