Robin had spend most of her trip with her Dad back to the school deep in thought, an unusual state for the peppy shapeshifter. And upon arriving back at school she'd almost immediately disappeared into the Point and spent all night huddled over a workbench with Acala. Most of what she does is write ideas on a large screen with a stylus and staring at her scribbles while occasionally nodding to herself while the nanite swarm does the actual work of drawing up hard-light blueprints and generating endless lines of code only for Robin to look at one finished part or another and shaking her head or tapping insistently on some section of her own scribbles.
And once they have whatever they're designing hashed out Robin goes to work on a laptop, stylus in hand she's drawing and typing, setting up something while occasionally waving Acala over from her manufacturing work to point at something, forcing the poor robot to add yet another chunk of code. Finally the two of them finish and Robin triumphantly holds up a tiny contact-lens inlaid with almost imperceptible circuitry as well as a sizeable chunk of jagged antennas and circuit-boards that Robin proceeds to jam right into her skull until her eyeball pops into place against the lens with the rest of the construction disappearing into her head. She tilts her head back and forth and then holds both hands against her ears and squishes her head into a more elliptical shape before letting it bounce back, her power seeping into the electronics in her head to make them adjust with her instead of breaking or pushing out of her head and she nods, giving Acala a satisfied thumbs-up that's also seen on the laptop screen where it's shown from Robin's point-of-view and a red "Live Now" blinking on the streaming site.
The next morning...Fade in. The camera focuses on the pink blur taking up most of the view, turning into Robin's sleepy but grinning face reflected in a mirror. She yawns and stretches just a bit more than would be reasonable for a regular human.
"Hello and good morning to... hell, shoulda thought of a title first huh... Whatever, we got a whole two viewers right now and I know for a fact one them's a bot!" she laughs. "But just for the record, I'm Robin Stanton and this is the live-stream of my life. Yeah, I know, vain as fuck, but!" she says, raising a dramatic finger into the air. "This isn't so much about me as it is about giving anyone who cares a glimpse into what it's like to be a mutant. A pretty privileged one, but I can't exactly do anything about that but be aware of it!"
Grabbing a tube of toothpaste she squeezes some straight into her mouth and makes a bunch of weird faces as she swishes it around, before spitting it into the sink and grinning into the mirror to check her teeth being sparkly and clean. Is it a pointless ritual? Yes. But her Mum did it and not all habits you pick up make sense.
"I do have a bit of a mission." she admits. "But really, it's just to maybe dispel some notions about our kind and what we put up with and do. The good, the bad, the ugly. The heroes, the villains, the lost and redeemed. The dramatic and mundane. Mostly the mundane, really. And hey, if we ever get enough interest that people start asking questions I'll do my best to answer them. And, if this goes
really well then I will take requests by people who need help. I got Acala here ready to screen those and fact-check, so we don't get trolled. And don't try to be clever, cause she's a straight-up robot and probably way smarter than any of us."
She taps her ear where a modified X-Team earpiece is sitting and
music starts playing on it as well as on stream. Her pyjamas morph into a loose-fitting t-shirt and slim jeans and she grabs her ruffled braid, pulls it taut and lets go, snapping it up and into a short-haired kind of bob-cut. She frowns a little at her reflection and shakes out her hair, which literally makes it grow longer to about shoulder-length and she nods, satisfied. And with that she's out the door and into the hallway where a couple other students are moving about, getting ready for class. Their faces and more unique traits are automatically blurred as the camera catches them while their phones are automatically pinged with a brief message along with the option to opt into appearing on stream proper.
"Anyway... I figure people are rightfully worried and scared of the unknown and, well, mutants can be kinda secretive. To protect ourselves and our feelings, because it's easier to share with people who have a better idea of what you're going through, because violence is an unfortunate reality from both humans and, honestly, mostly other mutants. Cause we get just as scared and confused and places like this school help us come to terms with who we are." Talking to herself garners her a couple weird looks from people, which she mostly ignores. Word's gonna spread soon enough and Robin has never been one to give a shit about standing out for acting or being weird.
Reaching the end of the hallway she hops onto the railing and slides down, flying off at the landing and turning into a ball to bounce off the wall and ricochet down the remaining stairs, landing on the ground floor on her feet that have turned into rollerblades, sending her rolling towards the front door, giving a two-fingered salute to the student nice enough to open the door for her to roll through. "So if you're worried about those strange and powerful people or just curious or hell, bored, then I invite you to watch me put my weird-ass life on display twenty-four seven along with anyone who ends up opting in!"