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((Okay, seeing as we've got two male and two female characters, we'll just have Jim and Peter in one room and Rapunzel and Ariel in another. That cool for everyone?))
((And so, we now move on to...))

Day Two: Classes

Morning broke with the accompanying sound of a cheerfully beeping alarm clock. Which was quickly followed by the sound of that very same alarm clock being chucked against the nearest wall. Jim turned over in bed, groaning as he yanked the covers over his head. God, he hated mornings. Whoever had invented mornings sucked. Yesterday had been long, eventful, and kinda stressful for him, so naturally all the teen wanted to do was sleep for the next week.

That, however, clearly wasn't going to happen on Morph's watch. Growling under his breath, the boy drowsily swatted the floating pink blob away from his head. "Knock it of, Morph. Five more minutes." After a moment, it seemed as though the tiny alien had gotten the hint and decided to let him rest in peace. At least, it seemed like that....until a gallon of cold water was dumped on his head. "GAH!" Jim sat bolt upright in his now damp bed, suddenly wide awake and shivering pitifully. He glared up at the bucket floating nearby, which quickly shifted into a hysterically laughing Morph. "Oh, you are so dead!!"

And thus, the chase began. Really, he should've been used to this by now; while Jim wasn't a morning person in any meaning of the word, his pet certainly was. And if Morph was awake, chances were good that everyone else would be sooner or later. For the next five minutes or so, Jim got his morning exercise by chasing the little pink monster, more than likely waking up his roommate in the process. After all the excitement yesterday, he'd finally gotten his room assignment and met his roomate, who just so happened to be the flying kid that had decked Flynn. His name was Peter, and he seemed okay, but a bit chipper for Jim's tastes. Plus, he had this devilish smile that made the younger teen think he was planning something. It was more than a little unnerving, to be sure.

Jim finally gave up chasing Morph as he dissappeared under, knowing full well that the shapeshifter could be anywhere or anything by this point. "Alright, I'm up. Happy now?" Not expecting or waiting for an answer, the moistened teen stalked over to his drawer, grabbing the clothes he'd need for the day. God only know it was going to be a long one.