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| Charles Xavier | Jun 12 2009, 03:14 AM Post #1 |
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Featuring: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Lorna Dane, Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, Kyle Benjamin, Kitty Pryde, Warren Worthington, Alison Blair Date: Friday, April 3rd Time of Day: Mid morning Place: The mansion, main hall Charles stood at the main hall, dressed in a dark navy blue suit. His mental request for students had been heard and he was waiting on them to assemble and be ready to go into the city. As this was an organized outing, Charles had hoped that the teens would look presentable, but he might have been hoping for too much. The mini bus had been on time and the driver was waiting outside with the side door open. Xavier had done his best to make the driver 'see' only normal looking teens wandering around, should they be displaying their mutant abilities freely. That was something that the Professor would need to address, but he would wait until everyone had been assembled and were going to listen. Charles expectantly checked his wrist watch and sighed quietly. Moira had done a dissapearing act on him and so she could be anywhere on the main property, or well beneath it. She was even experimenting with some device that was shutting him out from her. Not that she couldn't do that of her own will. Of all the human's he had known, Moira had the most intact mental defence, he chalked it up to her being as stubborn as he was. Some of the students were those that had only been able to come up from the containment cells, so trips like this where they could integrate with others in a social environment were beneficial. So long as they kept everything under control and acted responsibly. "Hey Chuck, we leaving or what?" the driver of the mini bus shouted through the open door. The response was one that the man may have thought he heard, however it was a telepathically induced message. "Please refer to me as Professor, and for the time being you will sit in place and relax until such time as we are all aboard your vehicle." Charles waited until everyone had arrived and where in somewhere approximating an assembly, he greeted them as a whole and took their individual hellos with a nod. "Good Morning students. Today we are going into the City and as such we will be in the presence of other people; mutant and non-mutant. Please refrain from causing any trouble and be on your best behaviour. We have the school's name to uphold and you are each representatives of that name. I must put in effect a no powers rule. From the point you step on the bus till we get back here, I do not want any of you to use your powers. This is as much an exercise in restraint as it is in learning to go unnoticed. Am I understood?" He looked at the students and nodded. "Very good then, everyone on board the bus and let's go." Edited by novakain, Jun 14 2009, 07:20 AM.
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 12 2009, 10:17 AM Post #2 |
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Epsilon
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Hank was sitting alone when he heard the Professors voice inside his mind it felt slightly alien to have another inside ones head Hanks first response was to try to shut the Professor out, but he had no idea how to do this, and when he relaxed and listened to what the Professor had to say Hank smile broadened. The Metropolitan Museum of Art. He had visited once before, when he first arrived in New York, and he had not been able to visit every exhibit inside the Museum and was more than enthusiastic about revisiting. When he had first arrived at the Mansion his clothes had been ripping at the seems but he had one good suit. He had saved his wages for five months to buy it, when he worked as a Body Guard at a local club, and he decided to wear it today. Apart from its size there was nothing spectacular about the suit it was dark black and made him look rather smart, if he said so himself. After Hank had dressed he decided to use the elevator to cut the time down and make sure the Professor did not have to wait to long for the students to assemble. Apart from revisiting the Museum and leaving the Mansion Hank was excited over the fact he was about to meet some new students. His mind was ablaze calculating the possibilities of the Mutants powers and the truth was there was no known boundary to what an X-Gene positive individual can accomplish. There was even some talk of an Omega Level student in the Sanctuary. Hank had never been to fond of the power level table for a single reason, he hated to give people labels. As the Elevator opened with a bing he saw the Professor standing alone, talking to the bus driver. He heard the driver call the Professor Hank smiled as he approached the Professor. “Hello, Professor, a fine day for fine art.” He said as he took a stand opposite the Professor waiting for others to arrive. He wondered how many would actually turn up. It was a well known fact that many people in his generation had fallen out of touch with Artistic beauty that every civilization in Human history. |
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| Polaris | Jun 12 2009, 07:23 PM Post #3 |
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Gamma
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They were actually letting her out into the normal population, the thought filled her with both excitement and fear, what if she lost control and warped someones weird metal art as she walked past? Maybe she would be able to improve it...no that was a bad thought. But it still made her giggle as she slipped on the skinny jeans and black blouse. She took a second to eye up her bedroom it was much much nicer than the plastic cell in the sub levels, it could still use a little more...Lorna-ness added to it. But it was atleast not a prison. Her eyes scanned the floor for the bright green belt she had thrown somewhere, She had only bought it on the basis that it was the exact color as her hair and there was always a need to co-coordinate. Pushing herself down to floor level she spied it had been kicked right out of her reach stretching out her arm under the bed she knew she couldn't reach it by 'normal' means tensing her fingers she watched as the belt buckle twitched in the dark. Grinning to herself the brought it straight into her hand. The perks of manipulating magnetic fields, getting your belt from hard to reach places... She quickly looped it through her pants before grabbing a soft jacket and bounding out of her room and bouncing excitedly down the stairs to the main entrance. She looked at the professor and another mutant in a suit with her big green eyes “I guess I was a little overenthusiastic...” She grinned and pulled the jacket on. Something the professor said before they departed caught her thoughts...no powers...he wanted them to look normal...easier said than done for the green haired magnet. She pulled the hood up on her jacket with a sour look, “I'll try and be as normal as possible” She muttered quietly before filing out. Edited by Polaris, Jun 12 2009, 07:24 PM.
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| Shadowcat | Jun 12 2009, 08:11 PM Post #4 |
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Meow =^_^=
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Kitty was listening to her music through her headphones when she called the Profesors “call”. It still freaked her out, no matter how many times he did it, just one of those things she guessed. With a heavy sigh, she rolled out of bed. 'Art, yeuch,' she thought cynically as she dressed herself in a Hello Kitty t-shirt and a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She wasn’t overly thrilled at the prospect of looking at art all day, but then she preferred it to whatever Logan had planned for the ones left behind. She pulled on her fake Vans and snapped her headphones around her neck; there was no way she was going to be stuck in an Art Museum all day without any decent music. She pulled on her favourite stripy hoody and headed out of the room. Normally she would have stopped by the kitchen for a caffeine fix, but she guessed the Professor was in a hurry. “Well, fine then, they can all just suffer with moody Kitty.” She muttered, heading down the stairs to the main hall. “Hey Hank,” Kitty greeted the new mutant as she came down the stairs. She eyed the green haired girl with interest, she hadn’t seen her around before, she definitely would have remembered the hair. “Oh my god your hair’s so cool!” she couldn’t help but comment as she stood next to the girl. "Wish mine was an awesome colour like that." She listened to what the Professor had to say and smiled to herself. “I’ll try my best to keep my powers under control, Professor. Or at least I’ll try not to make it onto the 6 o’clock news this time” she added with a gleam in her eyes. |
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| cyke | Jun 13 2009, 09:10 AM Post #5 |
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The call the professor sent out had woken the Summers boy from his dreams with a start, making him bolt upright under the thin sheets. He'd found that even away from the source of his worst memories he found it hard to sleep, but when he did it was like the sleep of the dead, nothing short of an earthquake would rouse him...or one of the Professors school wide 'broadcasts'. The lack of windows probably didn't help, if it hadn't been for the watch on his desk he wouldn't have known whether it was night or day outside. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he rolled to his side and let his feet touch the cold floor, helping to further speed his wake up routine. Nothing like icy cold to start the day. Clothes were easy since there wasn't much in the way of a wardrobe down here and he hadn't had much to bring with him in the first place, and in the end it resulted in a pair of dark brown khaki pants and a blue sweater. It'll have to do for now he thought to himself as he slid on his trainers. There was one final thing he needed to do before he left the room and he was dreading it. For the first time in god knows how long he was going out in public. His brown eyes scanned the desk till they settled on the parcel that lay there with his name on it. The Professor had assured him that the item inside would be able to control his powers as long as he kept wearing it outside of the cells, but Scott wasn't convinced. His hands shook as he opened the small package and looked at the contents on the table. "You've got to be kidding me" He groaned as he examined the sunglasses on the desk. He looked up at the ceiling as if he were staring at someone, "Thats your big idea? A pair of sunglasses?" He looked at them a little closer. At least the Professor seemed to have some taste, they wern't exactly cheap looking and the red shaded lens were perfectly mirrored on the ouside. There wasn't a scratch or toolmark on them that he could see...or a brand for that matter. He shrugged to himself as he picked them up and slide them into place, watching the world turn an ugly shade of red. There was nthing left to do. The Professor had said he'd find away to help him if he'd only trust him. "Well lets see if this works..." He muttered to himself as he approached the door to the cell, instinctively closing his eyes as he stepped out over the threshold. Slowly he began to let his eyes creep open, expecting the wall infront of him to suddenly dissapear. He opened his eyes fully expecting the worst. And there it was. Absolutly nothing. No hole. No exploding concrete of disapearing people. Only a red tinted world. He waved his hand in front of his face. Nothing. With his eyes open he was looking at the cells for the first time since arriving from the outside. With his own eyes. He couldn't help but laugh. He could feel something behind the glasses, barely contained, yearning to break out but with nowehere to go, his powers turned back on himself they remained dormant. It was amazing. It took him a few minutes to work out the way but eventually he found himself walking past the kitchen and stepping out into the sunlight for the first time in at least a month, seeing the other students already waiting by the minibus. Hell he didn't care where they were going he was just happy enough to be outside. even if everything was a strange shade of red. He half waved at the only person he recognised, the girl that had shared the plastic cell next to his for the last few days. Even her green hair looked different now. one thing was for sure he was never going to be a decent artist with this kind of colour disability... |
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| Kyle Benjamin | Jun 13 2009, 08:10 PM Post #6 |
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Delta
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Kyle was playing his violin when he heard the Professors call. It startled him and busted one of his strings. Kyle let out a sigh of frustration “Good morning Professor” He placed his instrument back in the case. “Wonder what’s in store today Charles?” As Kyle was getting ready, at least it was an Art Museum which was something he could relate to. He slipped on his combat boots, and grabbed his backpack and aviator glasses moved out the door. Riding on a bus filled with teenagers to an Art Museum didn’t make Kyle feel any better. One or all of them would complain that it was going to be boring. Still unfamiliar to the upstairs after being moved from the Sub-Basement “Ok there are the stairs” Kyle heard someone speaking on the stairs. He just walked on moving towards the Kitchen seeing a student with red sunglasses on. Some of the students were already by the minibus waiting. Kyle moved over to the bus and just stood there waiting. |
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| Alison Blair | Jun 14 2009, 08:01 AM Post #7 |
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O'Dessa B.
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Alison was already up. She had to get up early every morning here. Why? So she had enough time to wake up, and deal with people. She got the same call everyone else did as she was playing with her guitar, trying to work out a sound for one of her new songs. An art museum? Ali was not so sure about this. She actually secretly liked art quite a bit. Like her music, it was people expressing themselves. Though more and more people were sell out and making pretty things only to get a paycheck. Then again… It was a fancy culture like sort of thing. So that probably meant War would want to go. So, they’d kind of be going together, right? “Well #@$! I gotta find something decent to wear…” The strumming stops, and the girl quickly gets to her feet, and opens the closet. “What to wear… what to…” Alison then stops talking to herself, and smiles softly. It would work. She takes out some clothes, and quickly heads for the girl’s showers. She didn’t have a lot of time, but no way was she going to be all yucky feeling. As she finally began to step down the steps and into the foyer, the punk rocker was as far as she was concerned, dressed to the nines. She wore a snug fitting black high wasted skirt that had a set of three buckles that were synched tight across her tummy area. The skirt stopped at the knees, and showed off smooth pale calves. The back of the skirt had a long double ended zipper, with the bottom one moved up a bit to give the young woman some ease of movement. This was paired with a white short sleeved dress shirt. It was neatly tucked into the skirt, and the sleeves still showed off a bit the tattoos that were there. The shirt was buttoned up fully, and there was a thin black tie set into place. She thought about going with the one with skulls all over it, but went with the simple black one instead. The shoes were the only heeled dress shoes she had. The black leather was polished to a high shine, even the delicate strap that held about her ankle. The shoes were open at the toe, exposing freshly washed feet with red painted nails, which matched her fingertips. Though her hair was normally spiked, this time was different. The messily cut black tresses were pulled back into two slick pig tails with red hair ties. The hair at the ends was still wet, but slightly curled as much as the varying lengths could be. The makeup was kept light, but lips were pained a shiny red, where a medium grey shadow helped to make her blue eyes stand out more. Though the young woman wore a slight smirk, inside Alison was nervous. Please don’t look like a fool… Please don’t look like a fool… She listens to the Professor give a ‘no powers and behave yourselves’ lecture, and the rocker gives a stiff salute. “Sir, yes sir!” was given in response. Sure it was a little mocking, but really, most of these kids were goody goodies. She wasn’t looking to get her happy self arrested either. Blue eyes then began to scan the group, hoping to see a smoking blonde she had become chummy with. Big guy in a suit… nope, not him. The two girls were diffidently not him, though one had some green hair on her though seems she was gonna hide it. “Dig the shade, girl. Manic Panic Electric Lizard? Or Green Envy?” In her world, hair was not always conventional shades of color. There was also another guy here, with some red hued shades, and ugh! It was ‘Look at me while I throw a small hissy and burn stuff’ man. They probably were not going to be serving wine or anything at the museum, since it wasn’t a special event. Maybe this was not such a good idea after all. “Come on, War… Where are you?” was murmured low as the youth began to look back toward the stairs. |
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| Warren Worthington | Jun 14 2009, 08:47 AM Post #8 |
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Warren yawned loudly and blinked his eyes, that voice, it was the Professor. The blonde rolled over and sank his face into the pillow, but the mental command kept on going, imploring him to take note. He adjusted his position to see the alarm clock by the king sized bed. Yawning again, Warren rolled again onto his back. "Ahhhhh, it's too early!" He shouted and threw his hands up in the air. With no further response from Charles Xavier, it was safe to figure that Warren could get on with his day. Lazily the silk sheets were pulled back to reveal the boxer clad teen's body. He made for the edge of the bed and stretched his wings, followed by his arms. Turning back Warren noticed he'd molted again. "Geeze." Wearily he scooped at them with his hands and then hid them under his pillow. Without his walk in wardrobe, Warren had to have a slightly smaller number of items of clothing. It didn't bother him so much as he really preferred wearing less anyway. It was decidedly all too restrictive anyway. Something he'd sadly have to get used to for today's outing. There was the matter of shaving as well, but it was still only a days worth of regrowth and for him that was hardly enough to warrant the time. He took some pensive steps and tapped his fingers on the door of his closet. There was only one choice really. Rain, hail or shine, Warren had to wear an overcoat. It was the only thing that did a good enough job of hiding his extra appendages. The winged mutant made a stop over in the boy's shower and wet his hair and made sure his face was zit free. "Ah screw it." He took his electric razor and had a quick shave. After a wash and as many minutes as it took to get ready, Warren looked at himself and smiled. Another few minutes later of self reflection and he was ready to make his appearance. Opting to take the elevator, Warren waited for the 'ding' and then stepped out into the main hall. He was surprised that there was already a number of people waiting. "Uh Hi." He called out letting his presence be known. He stepped in to mingle with the group of mutant students as Xavier finished talking. Warren's garb was that of brown leather dress shoes, tan pants an open collared shirt and light woven grey and white woolen scarf. The outlandish trenchcoat finished off the look and kept his wings in place. His eyes settled on Ali and he greeted her with a warm smile. "Liking the Suicided Girls look. Are you gonna play lil school girl today?" Warren gave a look at the others and either nodded or said "Hi." He turned and pointed at Charles "Question. Are we going to stop by for breakfast on the way? Cos I'm starved." It would be selfish of him to keep them waiting any longer after all. |
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| Storm | Jun 14 2009, 06:28 PM Post #9 |
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I'm the best damn thing that you ever had
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Ororo was pensively penciling on the black kohl eyeliner when the mental call shocked her out of the concentration needed to create the perfect smokey eye look, the jolt of shock caused by the professors voice in her mind caused her to almost poke her own eye out “Ouch! Oh for the love of...” She groaned leaning into the mirror to make sure she had done no permanent damage to the whites of her eyes “Thanks for that Professor, really...” now she only had to decide whether to run some really cool drills (not) or be bored to death by a tour guide. No why was she even considering running drills in that damn danger room? No no no at least with the museum there was opportunity of a gift shop. Gift shop wins. She quickly ran a brush through her hair and slipped on the small army camouflage miniskirt and pale suade knee high boots, some tanned thigh being flashed. She bit her lip while looking for a suitable top...the cream halter waistcoat of course that was...fancy-ish. Well it was going on she grinned as she buttoned it up, it hugged her features but it was the nicest top for a trip like this. She bounded into the elevator...she was late and she knew it...the indecisiveness over what top to wear had taken a little more than she had thought. Quickly applying the deep red lipstick as the floor went down with a ping. As the doors opened in the main hallway she was just in time to hear Warren mention something about breakfast as she walked towards the gathering “Sorry I'm late but I'm here now, hi guys...girls!” She grinned at the students gathered and the Professor “And I second what he said...seriously hungry...” She said with a point in the winged mans direction. Edited by Rogue, Jun 14 2009, 11:56 PM.
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| Charles Xavier | Jun 15 2009, 03:02 AM Post #10 |
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Epsilon
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"Yes I do suppose so, Goodmorning Henry." Charles responded in kind greeting his most learned student pleasantly. The next to arrive was the green haired youth that he was pleased to see was becomming more comfortable with being associated with the school. "It's good to see you out and enjoying yourself Lorna, over enthusiastic or otherwise." He was indeed pleased with her progress and like Hank a new student fit to be molded into an exceptional young person. "We can only pray that you do Kitty, unless I am forced to do otherwise with my own abilities." His response was made to the youngest of the group and Charles regarded the little one with a smirk. She had survived thus far, even if at times her thoughts tend to stray a little bit and she thought of the Professor as weird old man. "Scott those glasses suit you perfectly. Please report any discomfort or vision problems that you might encounter." He took to Scott with quite a fondness, he managed to treat him as equally as he could any other student, but without parents or guidance, Charles had taken it upon himself to spend extra time with the young man. His studies were always top notch. "Good Morning Kyle I am so glad that you've decided to take an interest in today's events. I hope that you could even lend a hand at being chaperone for your fellow mutant." Hank would have been suitable enough but to have an extra pair of eyes and hands would no doubt be of benefit. Xavier had not necissarily meant for Mr Benjamin to join, he was a student, but not in the sense that the others where. Perhaps this trip would be beneficial for the retired pilot. "Right, well Alison, perhaps remembering to take notes would be of interest to you. I expect a full report come Monday morning. Your's will be the first one read out to the class." The mocking tone was not lost on the Professor and although he could take the mockery, it did not serve to let it go unpunished. The other students had to see him as having authority. "Warren so glad you could make it, and what you decide to do once your at the museum is up to you. That also goes for you Ororo, but this is a field trip not some day to fool around in the malls. I will make a note of your lateness and consider issuing demerits based upon your behaviour today." He watched the two late comers for a minute and then made his way onto the bus. The ride was noteworthy in that the driver had become very pleasant suddenly and was strictly adhering to Charles' spoken word. Not to mention any telepathic ones that may have a hold over him. With everyone on board and assuming their seats, Charles at the front, passed out papers to everyone. He motioned for Henry and Kyle to see him and amongst the chatter of the others, he discussed what he had planned. "There is a good number of exhibits and the likewise students. I would like for the two of you to make especially sure that nothing gets out of hand. I have a lunch meeting which must be attended so I will have you all dropped off and then return within a few hours and finish the tour with the rest of you." Charles moved back to ride shotgun and exchanged conversation with the driver. Telepathically he was able to subdue any road rage and brought on a feeling of calm and relaxation over the man so as to make the trip as pleasant for him as for the rest of the students. It was not long before they were parking infront of the large building that housed some of New York's great pieces of art. Xavier stepped off first and gestured for the students to line up on the curb before dismissing them to go inside. One of the staff had some pre-purchased tickets for them, thanks to the Professor calling ahead and then he returned to his seat on the bus and waited for them all to go inside before taking off again for parts known only to him. -ooc brief exit for Charles who will be returning later on - |
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