The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning

So. Powers.

[That was unusually straight to the point for Luvander, but the whole virus ordeal - or rather, his complete inability to do anything about it - has taken its toll. He's on edge, frustration fraying even his generous amount of optimism.]

Mutants can, if you allow the melodrama, perform miracles - and from what I've learned of Christianity so far, we all know how appreciated that tends to be. I consider it astonishing that no one has tried to nail me to anything yet, personally.

[More than a bit sacrilegious, but his sense of propriety was pretty limited to begin with, and the current situation isn't helping.]

The point is that quite a few of us can do things which no amount of human ingenuity has managed to replicate yet, and it follows that we can help people in ways that would otherwise be impossible in this day and age.

But no matter how powerful, a human being is by default a finite resource. We cannot, as the saying goes, be everywhere at once. So who do we help? Who do we prioritize?

[He smiles brightly, spreading his hands, but there is a mocking edge to his voice.]

Growing up, I was told that the person I should prioritize above anyone was myself. Because of the nature of my power, I was always worth more alive than anyone else - if I sacrificed myself for someone else, the finite resource that is me would run out. No more miracles.

What do you say? Sounds terribly reasonable, doesn't it?

My dear fellow students and esteemed staff members, can you possibly imagine what it's like to finally have the wealth of the entire internet to explore, after only every having access to what you could call the abbreviated version?

[Well, that is certainly a way of introducing yourself. Luvander is straddling a chair, draped over the backrest, and he's grinning expansively at the camera. The accents suggests eastern Europe, and the elaborate top hat on his head suggests that he's confused about what century it is.]

And if you didn't answer 'terrifying' to that question after some careful consideration, I honestly fear for your sanity. From what I've surmised so far, about two thirds of anything that isn't porn seems to consist of people religiously recording their pets, and that's the least alarming part. Oh, and bear in mind now that I am disregarding the instances where people apparently combine the porn with the pets.

[Luvander, do you have a point there? At all?]

The point- [Ah, there it is.] -is that I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing here. You could say that I am somewhat of a novice when it comes to social media, if you will. Twitter appears inane, Facebook seems to be a very polite way of stalking your loved ones, Tumblr scares me, and whatever that Reddit place is supposed to be, I can honestly say that I really don't want to know.

[For someone who doesn't understand what he's doing, he certainly seems to have a lot to say about it, at least.] So for now, I am limiting myself to the school network, in hopes that if I embarrass myself in some hideous fashion here, that is a completely ordinary occurrence in American high schools... at least if I'm to believe the movies.

Oh, and I suppose the lot of you can give me some tips? I have unlimited Google at my disposal and I feel I haven't been quite traumatized enough yet, so why don't you hit me with the best you've got?