The Inn sat picturesque on the manicured green lawn in the late afternoon sun. Birds flew around the three story home with gleaming white siding and a dark roof complete with gables and spires rising up into the blue sky. The wrap around porch was full of people. Young men and women who had been dropped off by bus and taxi and … various other methods of showing up, well, had shown up. By threat or promise or just because they actually wanted to be there. As the current man in charge, he wasn't really sure about that last part. He also was considering locking the door to keep them out. Perhaps a bit of time in the sunlight would do them some good. Except they'd probably do something horrible to the house and he'd get in trouble. For the most part, he knew that they weren't too much younger than him. He just felt like he was much older. After all he had been doing the hero business for most of his life. None of the 'kids' knew in the slightest bit just who he was or why he was the one in charge of them. Dominic straightened himself and tightened his grip on his cane. On the front porch was a certain young hero amidst the many. Or at least that is how he thought of himself. With his red hair and open face and friendly expression he looked more like a target than anything else. Though it was pretty clear just who he was. There wasn't a lot of young heroes with red hair and an expression of complete idiocy. He was Flyby, a hero who flew and used mental energy made tactile to defend himself. Of course it wasn't that he was floating several inches above the ground and looking so excited that he might burst. Of course not. “Hi! I'm Nate!” The redheaded hero finally bubbled breaking the silence. “I'm really happy to meet you all! And this is March, my friend.” he gestured at a surly and muscle bound young man that looked like he could have been a male model. He also looked like he could break a small European car in half. Or at least Nate, which by the murderous glance he gave his 'friend' that was the train of thoughts clearly going through his mind. Nate ignored the simmering glance and he waved at everyone. “I'm really excited to be here and – oh! Someone is coming out!” There was a pause before the door cracked open and revealed Dominic Thorne. Short blond hair, a slender but squared jaw, a slender but broad shouldered body. He was leaning heavily on a cane and he stared at the young people on the porch and felt, for a moment, like he was closer to fifty than thirty. Despite the cane, Dominic was dressed casually in well fitting jeans and a plain red tee shirt. “Welcome to the Green Thorne Bed and Breakfast. I'm Dominic. Up the stairs is your bedrooms. You may fight amongst yourselves for whatever rooms you want but if anything gets singed, broken, smashed, dematerialized or … You get the drift. Treat things how you want to be treated. It might save your skin.” There was a huff. “Get up there. Figure it out and then meet me in the backyard.” He stepped out of the way and hobbled rather quickly off into the quaintly decorated B&B.