~~~ FY the I's this picture is the original Leiko Tanaka from the Marvel comics. (Credit to artist and blah) I promise you all I know about this version of Leiko is what (multiple) Wikipedia(s) told me. So Lego. (Go)~~~

How had my day been? I got lost trying to find the cafeteria, got rained on, and accidentally walked into a theater class.

Not great.

But none of that mattered now because I was finally where I belonged. The lab. When I say lab I mean all the toys. My bike was hanging from the ceiling, suspended by hard a metal frame, in its own special place within a marked area which I only assume was designated for me.

"Hey! GoGo!" A familiar voice called and I turned to see Fred lounging on a beat up, brown recliner. He wore the ugliest costume I'd ever seen. Maybe once it had been a lizard but now it was just dirt piled onto ripped cloth. An open pizza box lay on floor with a soda can not far from it.

"Fred?" I asked in astonishment. "How'd you get into SFT?" It was no secret that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. With his C average in high school and refusal to do any homework GoGo would have been amazed if he'd gotten into any collage. Especially San Fransokyo Institute of Technology.

"Oh!" He laughed and stood up with a twirl, displaying the costume. "I don't go here. I'm the new school mascot by day. And at night . . . I will still be the school mascot."

"Isn't that. . . Something?" I turned away and accidentally bumped into a large, green, being. Upon further examination I noticed he wasn't actually green, rather he wore a large green sweater and baggy black pants.

"Sorry." I heard a male voice say. I looked up to see a man with short dreadlocks and goggles. "I can't see a darn thing in these."

"No problem." I shrugged and stepped back so I wouldn't have to crane my neck so much to see his face.

He held out a hand to shake. A plastic white glove covered it tightly. I shook it and it squeaked slightly from the friction. "Wasabi, by the way."

"Um, no thanks. I don't like sushi." I replied in a puzzled manor. I didn't see any seafood nearby. Not that I would have taken it, anyway. I was never a fan of seafood.

"No. My name is Wasabi." He corrected. With a gentle smirk. Not cocky at all, just a gentle giant towering above me.

"Oh!" I felt my face growing hot with embarrassment. "GoGo Tanaka. Nice to meet you." I smiled sheepishly.

"GoGo Tomago, huh?" He arched a bushy eyebrow. "Interesting name."

"Tanaka." I corrected with a sigh. This wasn't the first time somebody had mispronounced my last name. "And GoGo's a nickname. Leiko was the one I was given at birth."

"Well, miss Tanaka. I, Wasabi-No-Ginger, formally apologize." He bowed in a joking manor and I burst into fits of laughter.

"Wasabi-No-Ginger?" I tried desperately to stop laughing but an occasional giggle still burst forth. "Oh god!"

"I came up with the No-Ginger piece!" Fred shouted from his chair, mouth full of pizza. "Copyright, Trademark!"

"That explains a lot." I said earnestly with a roll of my eyes.