<sub>[ There is very little that surprises Mark anymore. Ever since he accidentally threw that garbage bag into space and started living the life of a superhero back home. Maybe the most shocking thing he had come across was the fact his father quite literally trained him before zipping off into space-- unknown, and from what he could tell with his poor vision at the time, rather unbothered. Falling into another universe was a piece of cake. Right? Right.

After all of his briefing and a few days settling in, the excitement of knowing that there is a school specifically for superheroes very much drowns out any apprehension and confusion. For all we know, the school just acquired a geeky highschooler who is currently looking out the window all starry eyed.

He turns to whatever unfortunate soul is seated next to him. ]</sub>

Hey, you seem like you know more about this place than I do. Are there any comic book stores around here?

_{[ But before his company can answer, Mark asks another question: ]}

Any reason they strap us down in these seats so securely? Dude, any buses I take back home don't give a shit if you buckle up or not.

_{[ It was probably explained to him, but he's a little spacey (forgive my puns) and maybe didn't catch that wormhole detail. ]}

_{[ Protect some artwork? Seemed pretty easy. Almost too easy, especially considering some of the stuff he's dealt with back home, but he won't complain. Not to the Guardian Alliance's face, at least. It seems like a pretty slow night so far, so Mark is taking a gander at the artifacts found in here. Don't worry, he asks questions in this prompt too: ]}

This always bothered me, but like, how do people even determine what makes abstract art good? You know? I'm not an artist, so maybe I'm missing something here.

_{[ Okay, buddy, maybe you shouldn't be talking right now? It might blow cover. ]}