******AT ATTENTION******
<Pietro> @@
<Catzy> @
<Alex> @@
<Catzy> @@
<Logan> @@
<Mystique> @@
<Emma> @@
<Erik> Yesterday, Erik unveiled Polaris to Mystique and Logan (who was unimpressed). He left for Kenya, to meet a young mutant he had been tracking for some time, but was unsuccessful in recruiting her.
<Erik> Later that day, Wundagore was attacked by Sabretooth, Riptide, and Constrictor, who appeared to be sent by Sinister to recover Alex, Emma, and Catzy. Riptide and Constrictor were killed, Sabretooth escaped. A number of students failed to follow orders, and Mysti and Logan were predictably pissed.
<Erik> Logan took off in a rage. Erik came back to find chaos, sat the students and Mysti down, and got the story out of them, then made Pietro, Wanda, and Remy help him clean up the bodies.

********PROLOGUE********
<Erik> SCENE> SEATTLE. ALEX RYDELL IS AT HOME, A COUPLE HOURS AFTER SCHOOL. HIS MOM IS MAKING DINNER, AND HIS DAD'S DUE BACK FROM WORK SOON.
<Alex> :::Lying on his bed in his room, reading a comic book while his stereo plays an AC/DC album:::
<Erik> ACTION> ALEX REALIZES HIS MOTHER IS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY OF HIS ROOM, DRYING HER HANDS ON A TOWEL AND JUST WATCHING HIM. SHE LOOKS FAINTLY WORRIED ABOUT SOMETHING.
<Alex> :::Slowly lowers his comic to look over the top of it::: Hey mom. What's wrong?
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ..::distracted look:: Oh, nothing... How was school today?
<Alex> :::Tries to cover his look with the comic::: Oh, fine. Just great. We were talking about the field trip next week.
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> Field trip? ::cocks her head to the side:: Where's this to?
<Alex> We're supposed to go to the Grand Coulee Dam...:::Looks away:::...at least, some of us are still going.
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ::waits:: ..Oh?
<Alex> :::Looks back::: Some of the other students got told they couldn't go because of them being...different.
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ::frowns:: Hm. ::looks away:: I've heard they're giving that senior boy quite the hard time, at your school...
<Alex> :::Nods timidly::: Yah, I've seen him in the hall. Seems like a good guy to others...when they're being nice to him.
<Erik> ACTION> ALEX HEARS THE CAR PULL UP. HIS DAD'S HOME FROM WORK, BUT HIS MOTHER DOESN'T MAKE ANY MOVE TO GO OUT TO GREET HIM, LIKE USUAL.
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> They aren't giving you trouble, are they? ::worried look::
<Alex> :::Swings his legs over the side of his bed::: No...not really. They just talk about me in class. Like that's anything new.
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ::glances down the hall, then back to him:: Why don't you come out for dinner... your father and I need to talk to you...
<Alex> :::Tries to cover the surprise on his face, getting to his feet::: Talk to me? Did the school call again?
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> Mm... not exactly... ::folds the towel over and over in her hands, turning to head to the kitchen::
<Alex> :::Now looks confused, but follows his mother::: But if it wasn't the school again, what was it?
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> I believe she works at a few of the schools locally... a Ms Polaski? She wanted to talk to us about some... options for your education.
<Erik> ACTION> MR RYDELL WALKS IN THE FRONT DOOR AND TAKES HIS COAT AND SHOES OFF, THEN HEADS TO THE BATHROOM TO WASH HIS HANDS. HE GIVES ALEX ONE OF THOSE CONCERNED LOOKS, TOO, AS HE PASSES.
<Alex> :::Nods to his dad, trying to figure out the look on his face::: ((This is getting too weird. And who is this Ms. Polaski?))
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ::sets plates and silverware out, frowning slightly::
<Alex> :::Takes a seat, watching his mother go about setting the table::: ((This is weirder than usual.))
<Erik> ACTION> MR RYDELL RETURNS, AND THE TWO ADULTS HAVE SOME SORT OF SILENT CONVERSATION COMPRISED OF GLANCES AND RAISED BROWS, BEFORE SITTING DOWN AT THE TABLE.
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> Alex, your mother and I have been thinking about some options for you...
<Alex> Options? Why does this not sound good to start off?
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> I know you've been having some problems at school, with.. ::brow furrows slightly:: ..your abilities..
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> Ms Polaski told us about a school opening this year...
<Alex> :::Looks confused and angry::: A new school? Where?
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> Yes, it seems to be designed to help ..mutant kids learn about and control their abilities. ::skirts the question::
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ::serves Alex some food, frowning and eyeing the spoon closely::
<Alex> :::Tries to wrap his mind around the idea::: So, there'd be others like me there?
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> Yes... I gather it is a fairly exclusive place... enrollment of something like eight students or so. ::fiddles with his watch::
<Alex> :::Takes a bite of his dinner, then swallows::: Alright. So, where is this school?
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> ::voice sounds a little faint:: ..Europe.
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> ::pats his wife's hand:: There's nothing like this in the States, Alex... we looked.
<Alex> But Europe? :::Now looks frantic::: Just packing up and leaving everything I know here?
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> It's a big change, I know... but you would be able to learn some things that your mother and I just can't help you with... we don't know where to start, with your abilities... I gather the principal and all the teachers at this place are mutants, too...
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> Think of it as an experience most kids your age don't get to have... field trips to Paris... you'll be able to go to the places where the history happened, instead of just reading about it...
<Alex> :::Tries to hold back the tears::: Are you really that afraid of me?
<Erik> ACTION> BOTH HIS PARENTS LOOK SHOCKED
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> ::leans forward, brow furrowing:: Son, we will never be afraid of you... we may not know the first thing about what all this is, but you will always have a place here.
<Alex> Then why are you sending me away? :::Looks frantic again::: I can work on not being a mutant. I can wear gloves, I can take classes at home, anything.
<Erik> <Mrs Rydell> Alex! You can't lock yourself away and become a recluse! That's not healthy for anyone, mutant or not! ::tearful look:: If there were anywhere closer...
<Alex> :::Looking to his hands, then shakes his head::: So...it's either go to this school...or be a joke amongst regular people. Not like I have much choice.
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> ::clears his throat:: Actually... we've discussed moving to Europe. My boss knows some people in Greece... I might be able to get a job there... and your mother'd like to see the Mediterranean...
<Erik> ACTION> MRS RYDELL LOOKS AT HER HUSBAND, SURPRISED... BUT HER EXPRESSION BRIGHTENS. IT SEEMS THIS WASN'T DISCUSSED AHEAD OF TIME.
<Alex> :::Slowly begins to smile::: Really? You mean, you'd do that for me?
<Erik> <Mr Rydell> Of course! We can't just pack you off! ::folds his arms, gruffly::
<Alex> :::Slaps the table::: Well, if there's nothing else, then I'm all for it.
*****END PROLOGUE 1*****

*******PROLOGUE 2*******
<Erik> SCENE> MORNING. A FORK IN A DUSTY ROAD, SHADOWED BY DARK PINES. LOGAN LEANS AGAINST HIS BIKE (WHICH HE'S PUSHED FOR THE LAST COUPLE MILES SINCE IT RAN OUT OF GAS) SMOKING AND CONTEMPLATING WHAT TO DO NEXT. WUNDAGORE MOUNTAIN LOOMS TO THE SOUTH.
<Logan> ((Who the hell was I kidding? I don't do well around kids, fragile little things..))
<Erik> ACTION> THE SOUND OF A CAR ENGINE IS SLOWLY BECOMING AUDIBLE, FROM THE NORTH ROAD. THE BIRDS STOP CHIRPING AT THE FOREIGN NOISE.
<Logan> ((They'll be better off without me for now at least. They're not ready.))
<Logan> ((Must be the latest lamb to the slaughter..)) ::snorts::
<Erik> ACTION> A LARGE, RATHER AGED CAR ROUNDS A CORNER AND COMES INTO VIEW. LUGGAGE IS STRAPPED TO THE TOP, AND SEVERAL FIGURES ARE VISIBLE DIMLY THROUGH THE DUSTY WINDOWS.
<Logan> ((Suppose I could stop them.. might have some extra gas.. that might scare them off though..))
<Logan> ::flags down the car::
<Erik> ACTION> THE CAR PASSES, PULLING AROUND HIS STOPPED BIKE IN A CLOUD OF DUST, BUT SLOWS DOWN ONCE PAST, AND COMES TO A STOP ABOUT 70 FEET DOWN THE ROAD.
<Erik> ACTION> THE PASSENGER WINDOW ROLLS DOWN, AND A WOMAN WITH DARK-RED HAIR LEANS OUT, RAISING A BROW AT HIS APPEARANCE, BUT OFFERING A SOMEWHAT WARY SMILE. SHE SMELLS OF CITY AND AIRPORT, AND STARTS TO SPEAK IN ENGLISH.
<Logan> ((What the hell am I gonna say to these folks?)) Mornin' ::nods as he walks towards the car::
<Erik> Woman> Looks like your bike broke down... ::brightens as she catches his words also in english::
<Erik> Woman> Oh! ::eyes widen slightly:: You must be from the school, right? I hope we're headed in the right direction.. ::glances back at the driver of the car, somewhat doubtfully::
<Logan> ::nods:: That you are, ma'am, but I'm afraid the school got hit by a nasty storm last night... might not be what you were expectin'.
<Erik> Woman> So that's Wundagore up ahead... ::glances toward the mountain, then looks back at him:: A storm? I hope Mr Lensherr got my message that we were arriving today..
<Erik> ACTION> ALEX WAKES UP FROM A DROWSE AND REALIZES THE CAR HAS STOPPED. MS POLASKI IS LEANING OUT HER WINDOW TO TALK TO A FIGURE SOMEWHERE BEHIND THE CAR. BARRY SITS ACROSS FROM HIM, ALSO SLEEPING, SOMEWHAT CRAMPED IN THE LIMITED SPACE.
<Alex> :::Looks around, trying to get a better look at whoever Ms Polaski is talking to::: ((Are we there already?))
<Logan> ((Who'm I kiddin', he's probably got the place lookin' good as new by now...)) ::nods:: Don't suppose you have an extra tank of gas, ma'am? I've got to head into town for supplies.. what with the storm.
<Erik> ACTION> ALEX FINDS THAT THEY SEEM TO BE ON A DIRT ROAD, SURROUNDED BY TREES. THE DUST ON THE REAR WINDOW MAKES IT HARD TO TELL ANYTHING ABOUT THE MAN BEHIND THE CAR.
<Alex> :::Rolls his window down, trying to look through that::: Is there something wrong, Ms Polaski?
<Erik> Woman> No, I'm afraid there isn't any extra gas... Hey, why don't we try and get your bike up on top and we can give you a lift back to the castle? ::glances back to Alex:: Nothing's wrong, Alex.
<Alex> :::Looks over at Barry, weary about waking him, then glances back towards Ms Polaski::: Did we run into somebody from the school?
<Logan> ((That's the last place I want to be right now.)) Sounds like a plan, ma'am. You'll have to pardon my appearance, worked through the night..
<Erik> ACTION> ALEX GETS A BETTER LOOK AT A HEAVILY MUSCLED, SHIRTLESS, HAIRY GUY AND A MOTORCYCLE. LOGAN, LIKEWISE, SEES A BLACK-HAIRED KID.
<Logan> ::moves to heft his bike onto the car::
<Alex> ((Guy looks like he could be the missing link.)) :::Tries to hide his surprise at seeing the guy:::
<Erik> Ms Polaski> Oh, I'm sorry... My name's Sonja Polaski, I'm the ne.. ::blinks as Logan hefts the obviously heavy bike unaided:: ..w.. instructor... and you are?
<Logan> Logan, ma'am... ((Seems like he's got some taste after all..)) ::almost smiles... not quite though, not even a smirk... i don't know how to describe it really::
<Alex> :::Waves at Logan, putting on a somewhat friendly smile::: Hey, how's it going?
<Erik> ACTION> SONJA OPENS HER DOOR AND CLIMBS OUT OF THE CAR, EXTENDING A HAND TO SHAKE, UNDETERRED BY HIS ..SOMEWHAT GRIMY APPEARANCE. SHE'S RATHER TALLER THAN LOGAN.
<Logan> Pretty good, kid. Day's lookin' up in fact. ::shakes sonja's hand, undeterred by her height as most people are taller than him.. including some.. most of the students::
<Erik> <Sonja> Pleased to meet you, Mr Logan. ::smiles and shakes his hand:: Why don't you take the front? I can squeeze in back with the boys just fine.
<Logan> ::nods:: If that's alright with, it's fine by me.
*****END PROLOGUE 2*****

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE. MORNING. THE BELL CALLED EVERYONE TO BREAKFAST IN THE DINING HALL A FEW MINUTES AGO, AND IT HAS BEEN SERVED. MANY OF THE STUDENTS ARE FEELING THEIR LATE NIGHT ACUTELY BY NOW.
<Pietro> ::sitting idly at the breakfast table, looking disgustedly at his breakfast:: ((I have no appetite after last night...)) ::sighs deeply, sitting back on his chair and looking at the others::
<Remy> ::yawns a little bit..:: Mayun.. why we gotta wake up so early?
<Erik> ::eating slowly and methodically, looking lined and tired::
<Mystique> ::sits across from Erik wrapped in her blazing red silk robe and sips her black coffee whilst studying him intently::
<Emma> ::She feels a bit better than last night, though her rather cold demeanor is gone.::
<Emma> ::For now.::
<Remy> Man.. ya'll alright? Seem like ya'll had one of the roughest nights ever.. ::takes a drink of his orange juice in between bites of his breakfast::
<Erik> ::clears his throat slightly, looking down the table:: I apologize, I have not yet had a chance to review the papers I asked you to turn in yesterday.
<Catzy> ::sits quietly staring at the empty plate:: milk?
<Remy> ::raises an eyebrow:: ..Paper? what paper?
<Pietro> ((Papers..? ..Oh, right..)) ::rolls his eyes:: I am not hungry.... ::pushes his plate forward, and continues to remain seated watching the others::
<Mystique> The one you were assigned after your trip to Japan, Mr. Lebeau. ::takes a another sip of her coffee, the only item she ever consumes for breakfast::
<Erik> ::glances at Catzy:: After you eat some breakfast, you may have milk, Catzy. ::side-look at Raven, speaks softer:: Does the child have no record of a proper name?
<Remy> Oh ya, dat.. I pretty sure I did dat... ::scratches his head:: hmm..
<Catzy> ::looks at the empty plate again:: food?
<Emma> I turned mine in.
<Mystique> I am quite sure you did not, Mr. Lebeau. ::turns to Erik:: I don't believe she has told us one. She might not have one after all...
<Pietro> ::slides his plate down to Catzy:: You can have mine...
<Remy> Why you aint got no fait' in me, Raven?
<Catzy> ::scoops up the food in her hands and eats it::
<Erik> ::brow furrowed, glances at Pietro, but stays quiet:: ...With your fork, please, Catzy.
<Mystique> Because I have already looked through the papers turned in to mark off credit to the corresponding students.
<Remy> ..I 'member doin' it.. After I talked t' Wanda.. I went inside an' started doin it
<Catzy> ::looks up at Erik:: ..? ::takes the closest fork and stabs a sausage with it::
<Pietro> ::side glance towards Mystique, then back towards Catzy:: ((I have never seen such a peculiar person in my life...))
<Erik> ::pours himself a coffee and takes a sip of it, black::
<Catzy> ::holds up the fork and tries to bite the sausage off:: ((this not work good))
<Erik> ::quiet aside to Raven:: Have you seen Logan since last night?
<Emma> I don't think she's ever used a fork before... ::Slowly eats her eggs.::
<Mystique> There is difference between starting the assignment and turning in a finished copy...but perhaps it was stolen. ::sips her coffee and grins wryly to herself::
<Remy> Or destroyed mebbe?
<Remy> Nevah know wit all dem crazy fo'ks runnin 'round
<Mystique> I don't believe so...he was quite...emotional...before he left which does not bode well.
<Erik> ::looks to Remy:: Perhaps you would prefer to give us all an oral report, instead?
<Catzy> ::drops the fork and stuffs the rest of the food into her mouth:: miffk?
<Pietro> ::grins:: ((Oh this is going to be great...)) ::glance shifts to Remy::
<Remy> ...now?
<Erik> Either you choose to turn in your paper, or you may choose to give us your report orally. ::takes another sip of coffee::
<Catzy> ::looks at Erik again:: milk?
<Remy> ::thinks for a second::
<Remy> decisions decisions...
<Erik> ACTION> A METAL PITCHER LEVITATES DOWN THE TABLE TO CATZY AND POURS MILK INTO A BOWL BESIDE HER PLATE. ERIK SEEMS TO HAVE MADE A CONCESSION ABOUT THE DRINKING-FROM-GLASSES THING.
<Mystique> I full endorse this oral report. It would be great speech and enunciation practice for the young man.
<Catzy> ::laps up the milk:: ((yum))
<Pietro> ::sideways glance to his father, and then takes a sip from his orange juice::
<Kurt> ::..quietly slinks into the dining room and takes a seat::
<Erik> ::raises a brow at Kurt's late entrance::
<Catzy> ::finds human tongues ill equipped for drinking in this manner, so she holds up the plate in both hands and drinks it like anyone would after all the cereal in a bowl is gone::
<Remy> ::mutters something in cajun french:: [[I don't have problems with my enunciation]]
<Catzy> ::spills some on her shirt before putting the empty bowl down:: good
<Erik> ::gaze goes distant, for a moment:: Mr Lebeau, you may deliver your report to Ms Darkholme or myself later this afternoon. I believe the new students and Ms Polaski have arrived. ::pushes his chair back and stands up::
<Kurt> ::blinkblinks towards Eric, then shrugs and quickly starts eating:: ((More new students?..))
<Remy> ::sighs::
<Remy> Deliver in either form?
<Erik> Either form. ::slight nod to Remy:: Although in the future, late assignments will not be tolerated.
<Remy> ((Dayumn.. I dropped outta skoo' for a reason... dis writin' t'ing ain't gon' help me none))
<Catzy> ::looks at the red-eyed man, then at Kurt, waving::
<Pietro> ::waits a moment for Erik to stand up before following suit and standing up as well:: ((Wonder if these new students are male or female...))
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK HEADS OUT OF THE DINING HALL, THE DOORS OPENING AHEAD OF HIM AND REMAINING OPEN. EVIDENTLY THEY ARE EXCUSED.
<Emma> ::Pushs back from the table.::
<Remy> ::leaves the table, not looking particularly happy::
<Kurt> ::waves briefly to Catzy, then continues eating::
<Pietro> ::follows his father out, heading towards the front door as well::
<Catzy> ::hops from her chair and walks over to Remy:: why redeye sad?
<Remy> Eh.. ain' sad, jus' don' wanna do dis 'ssignment 'gain.. even dough I was sho' dat I did it in de firs' place
<Erik> ACTION> OUTSIDE, THE BATTERED CAR IS SLOWLY MAKING ITS WAY UP THE SLOPING ROAD TO THE CASTLE. ALEX CAN SEE THE CASTLE COMING INTO VIEW, FROM THE BACK SEAT.
<Emma> ::Rubs her face and then follows out after Peitro and the head master.::
<Alex> :::Eyes nearly bugged out at the look of the castle, lets out a low whistle::: And I thought my old school was big.
<Erik> ::glances at Pietro, brow furrowed slightly:: ((Perhaps I was too harsh with them all last night...)) ::steps out the front door, looking toward the approaching car::
<Pietro> ::stands just outside the front entrance, glancing outward at the incoming car::
<Catzy> ((what he say?)) ::blinks:: Catzy not know what Redeye say. Smoothskins not know what Catzy say too. Bad for Catzy. ::nodnods::
<Kurt> ::finishes eating, only about half the food on his plate gone, before leaving his plate in the kitchen and trailing after the others::
<Remy> uhh ::thinks for a second:: Redeye did work.. but .. uhm.. Whitehair t'inks dat he didn' and is making Redeye do it 'gain.
<Emma> ::Let's out a icy sigh, primping up her hair.:: {{Just wonderful, more students, like lambs to slaughter.}} ::Addresses Remy and Pietro.::
<Erik> ACTION> THE CAR PULLS TO A STOP, AND THE DRIVER, A DOUR, GRIZZLED OLD HUNGARIAN WHO DROVE THEM ALL THE WAY FROM BUDAPEST AIRPORT GETS OUT AND GIVES THE MOTORCYCLE ON THE ROOF OF HIS CAR A DIRTY LOOK.
<Pietro> ::grins wryly and turns to wink towards Emma:: ((She's quite a looker...))
<Erik> ::raises a brow at the motorcycle:: ((Evidently Logan has returned...))
<Logan> ((I don't know who to feel more sorry for, Sonja or the kids..))
<Catzy> ::blinks again:: oh.. ok... ::smiles and runs off down the hall::
<Remy> ::walks back upstairs::
<Alex> :::Looks to Logan::: So, if you don't mind my asking, what's your job here?
<Catzy> ::peeks out a front window::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::opens her door and climbs out, stretching with a relieved look, and waving toward those at the castle entrance:: We made it!
<Logan> ::gets out of the car and returns the man's dirty look as he reaches up to get the bike down, flashes back to riptide:: Odd jobs, kids.. the jobs nobody wants...
<Emma> ::Coy look back at Pietro, tosses her hair and looks at the other students.:: ((How old is she? Is she a student?))
<Alex> :::Climbs out of the car, stretching::: I hate car trips. Always so cramped and stuffy.
<Pietro> ((She's awfully cheerful...)) ::offers a fake smile in the direction of the newcomers:: ((Lovely... I guess Mr. Logan decided to return.)) ::steps forward a bit to help with luggage::
<Catzy> ::dashes past Pietro::
<Kurt> ::standing behind and off to the side of those gathered outside, watching quietly::
<Remy> Betta jus' knock dis out firs' so I don' have t' deal wit' it lata..
<Erik> ::approaches the car to greet Ms Polaski properly::
<Pietro> ::falters for a moment after Catseye dashes past, then walks towards Alex, looking him over and sticking his hand out to shake:: Hello.. I am Pietro, welcome to Wundagore.
<Erik> ACTION> THOSE AT THE CASTLE ENTRANCE SEE LOGAN EXIT, AS WELL AS SONJA, A RED-HEADED WOMAN OF PERHAPS 25, GET OUT OF THE CAR, FOLLOWED BY A TEENAGER WITH BLACK HAIR, THEN AN EXTREMELY TALL AND MUSCULAR BLOND YOUNG MAN... AT LEAST 7 FEET TALL.
<Emma> ::Eyes them all suspiciously.::
<Alex> :::Looks a bit uncertain, then accepts Pietro's hand::: Alex Rydell. Nice place ya got here.
<Catzy> ::runs over to the car only to skip to a stop in front of Barry:: ah.. um..
<Pietro> ::smiles:: Yeah, Its home ::chuckles briefly:: Was your trip pleasant?
<Remy> ::searches the room for a tablet and a pen:: ((Awright... where did I put dis stuff??))
<Erik> ::turns to Logan, gaze serious:: I was beginning to suspect last night's events had caused you to leave Wundagore. I am glad to see you decided to return.
<Alex> Trip...pleasant? :::Shakes his head::: Normally, those words don't belong in the same sentence with me.
<Logan> Don't get used to it, bub.. I ran outta gas.
<Catzy> ::runs over to Alex and sniffs him:: hi!
<Pietro> ::grins:: I suppose that is true... ::shrugs and reaches to the roof to grab some of the luggage::
<Alex> :::Gives Catzy a bit of a surprised look::: Uh...hi. :::Looks to Pietro::: Should I be scared?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::approaches the entrance, carrying a couple of her bags:: Hi.. ::friendly smile at the others:: I guess you must be the students... I'm Sonja Polaski. ::shifts her bags to free a hand to shake:: ((They're... older than I expected.))
<Pietro> ::chuckles:: That's catzy... ::whispers:: She's a bit strange, but harmless
<Erik> ::raises a brow slightly:: If you had not been at Wundagore last night, I strongly suspect one or more of the children would be dead right now. ::low voice, so as to not carry to the new kids::
<Remy> ::finds what he was looking for in the mess that is his part of the room, takes a seat on his bed... looks over at Alex:: ((Heh.. ya'd t'ink dat de kid was smart 'nough t' not go on a hike in de rain..))
<Catzy> ::swishes her tail around, runs over to Sonja:: Catzy ::points to herself::
<Alex> :::Nods, then looks around::: So, certainly a change from the big city. :::Looks sad::: Gonna take some getting used to.
<Logan> ::replies just a lowly after a snort:: And had I stayed, then I could've done more damage than those three combined...
<Kurt> ::looks to Sonja, then nods to her:: Guten tag..
<Erik> ::glances toward the 'kids':: Ah.. Pietro? Could you show Mr Rydell and Mr D'Angelo to their rooms? Mr Rydell will be rooming with Mr Wagner, and Mr D'Angelo with Mr Nelson...
<Emma> ::Walks over to the new students slowly and curtly nods.::
<Catzy> ::hops up and down, looking at Erik:: what Catzy do?
<Kurt> ::glances towards Erik at the mention of his name, then looks at the newcomers:: ((....Ach, which one is which?))
<Pietro> ::nods:: Yes Father, ::bows his head to Barry, not having met him yet, and then looks back to Alex:: If you will both follow me. ::turns back to start walking towards the castle::
<Alex> :::Looks Emma over, trying to put a friendly smile back onto his face::: Howdy. :::Looks to Pietro, then shrugs and follows:::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::curious look at Catzy and Kurt both:: So.. ::watches her go scampering off:: she's Catzy.. and you're..?
<Emma> Hello there.
<Catzy> ::stares at Sonja:: me Catzy
<Erik> ::raises a brow slightly at Logan:: I find that hard to believe. You underrate your self-control.
<Erik> <Sonja> ..Yes, Catzy, right?
<Logan> Yeah, and maybe you overestimate it, bub. ::slightly louder and more forceful::
<Kurt> Kurt Wagner. You are.. a new instructor, ja?
<Erik> <Sonja> Yes ::smiles:: Although I'm not sure exactly what Mr Lensherr will have me teaching here, yet.
<Pietro> ::starts up the stairs and down the hall towards the two rooms:: They are pretty basic right now, but once you put up some Metallica and Guns N Roses posters you'll feel right at home.. ::Grins widely::
<Catzy> uh huh, uh huh ::nods::
<Emma> ::Shoots a glare at Logan, despite feeling a chill run up her back.::
<Alex> :::Chuckles::: I'll try not to play my music too loud, then. Don't want my mom showing up suddenly.
<Remy> ::looks really bored as he continues to write...not being particularly into what he's doing:: ((Dis is alla crock))
<Erik> I heard enough about what happened that I do not believe I overestimated anything. ::still quietly:: I have spoken with the students about their behavior... as well as their lack of discipline in the matter..
<Emma> ::Walks over to Sonja and speaks in a *very* low tone.:: You don't happen to have any... personality disorders, do you?
<Erik> ACTION> REMY CAN HEAR FOOTSTEPS COMING DOWN THE HALL TOWARD THE ROOMS, AS WELL AS AN UNFAMILIAR VOICE (ALEX)
<Pietro> You'll be the only one then... ::Grins:: I hope my music selection doesn't bother you.. ::opens the door to Barry's room, setting his things in there before continuing on to Alex's room::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::blinks at Emma, glancing around:: Ah, not that I'm aware of?
<Logan> Hmmmphhh. ::gives erik a suspicious look::
<Alex> Hmmm? :::Looks to Pietro in surprise, then shakes his head::: Everybody's entitled to their own choice in music.
<Catzy> ::hugs Emma's arm:: look, Catzy better ::holds out her burnt hand::
<Remy> ((Mus' be de new kids gettin' situated..)) ::looks back down to his writing::
<Erik> I suppose drills of some kind may be necessary, to acclimate them to the idea of following orders in emergencies... ::frowns slightly toward the castle::
<Kurt> ::goes back inside, lingering in the entryway for a few moments before walking to the living room::
<Emma> ::Smiles don to Catzy.:: That's good. I'm glad you're feeling better.
<Emma> ::Glances at Sonja.:: Hmm. Any case, welcome.
<Pietro> I suppose you aren't a metal head then? ::pushes open the door to his and kurt's room:: Kurt will be your room mate, he's the blue colored german fellow... He's quite pleasant to be around.
<Alex> Blue? :::Still grinning::: Well, guess I don't have to worry about whether I'm going blind or not.
<Logan> ::raises an eyebrow slightly, then says quietly:: You don't have the balls for it.
<Erik> ::eyes narrow slightly, and he just looks at Logan:: ...
<Pietro> ::chuckles:: And my room is just next door. So if you need anything you can just let me know...
<Remy> ::sets his tablet down and moves to look out into the hall::
<Alex> :::Nods::: Of course. But I don't wanna be a bother, if you know what I mean.
<Pietro> It's no bother... I grew up with just my sister, so I am quite fond of company...
<Emma> ::Turns around and heads back towards the castle.::
<Catzy> ::stays outside::
<Remy> eh.. we got any new girls?
<Erik> Perhaps it is you who has underestimated me.
<Kurt> ::sits on the couch once in the living room, leaning forward to stare at the floor:: ((...I am not sure having to share a room will be a good experience...))
<Remy> ..I'll take dat as a no.. ::moves back into his room and sits back on his bed.. shakes his head::
<Emma> ::Walks up the stairs.::
<Erik> ACTION> EVERYTHING HAVING GOTTEN UNLOADED, THE DOUR DRIVER GETS BACK IN AND PULLS AWAY WITHOUT A WORD.
<Catzy> ::looks around where the car was for any shiney coins or stuff::
<Logan> Stop me if I've got this wrong, but you're more concerned about these kids' mental development then what they do with their powers.
<Pietro> ::smiles and then turns to walk back down the hall towards the downstairs::
<Alex> :::Shakes his head as he looks inside his new "room", then around the hallway::: It just gets weirder and weirder.
<Remy> ((How long did dis t'ing haveta be 'gain?))
<Emma> ::Spies Pietro and walks over slowly, unsure what to say.::
<Erik> ::faint scowl, looks off over the valley:: Would that that were all I had to concern myself with. I believe that it may become increasingly necessary for these children to know their abilities and their limits...
<Logan> Is there something you ain't telling me, bub? because now's the time to share.
<Catzy> ::hears people talking, goes to investigate::
<Pietro> ::looks up to Emma, and smiles:: Hey
<Emma> She seems saner...
<Erik> ::long pause:: Right now, there is no safeguard against the threat of any mutant deciding to rise up against the world and using their powers for great evil. Humans have no effective way to handle a threat like that... but as mutants, we already have an advantage.
<Pietro> ::grins:: Yeah... I hope so... ::face turns a bit more serious, then puts a hand on her shoulder:: How are you feeling? Are you better?
<Emma> ::Nods slightly.:: Yes... emotions around here have cooled down slightly.
<Logan> "Evil" is what the victor's call their opponents in the history books, bub. From where I'm standing, maybe a mutant uprising is just what we need.
<Erik> ::quietly:: I promised a friend years ago that I would not let such a thing happen.
<Alex> :::Walks into his new room, dropping down onto the bed::: ((Now, all I need are some curtains and a few shrubs...god, it's hard keeping a sense of humor here.))
<Kurt> ::stands and moves out of the living room, walking to the stairs:: ((I suppose I should greet my roommate... ....))
<Pietro> ::smiles briefly:: Thankfully... Last night was a disaster.... Getting scolded for trying to keep your friends and family alive... ::Frowns and lets out a deep sigh::
<Logan> Well, I can respect that... But I didn't make any promises, Erik, not to you, not to anyone.
<Emma> Why were they attacking us, anyway?
<Emma> Oh, wait. Never mind. ::Sighs.::
<Emma> That just slipped my mind, I remember the reason now...
<Catzy> ::watches Erik and Logan::
<Pietro> ::looks down almost embarrassedly:: Even though I really messed up, I want you to know, I would do it again if it meant protecting you from danger.
<Erik> I understand that. ::stares out over the valley, still:: But I will do everything within my power to keep these children safe until I can give them the skills to protect themselves and those that can't. If I believed you were a threat to their safety, rather than a part of their protection.. I would not have asked you to come here.
<Emma> I don't see why I'm that important. But thank you.
<Kurt> ::goes up to the second floor, pausing in front of the door to his room for a long moment before pushing the door open:: ...Hallo?...
<Alex> :::Sits up from his bed, giving a nervous grin, waves::: Uh....hi.
<Pietro> ::frowns:: ((She must be blind then...)) Did you sleep well? ((Of course she didn't.... I barely got a bit of sleep...))
<Emma> ::Shakes her head.:: Where did you uhm... put the bodies.
<Logan> ... ::glances off to the horizon::
<Kurt> ::takes a few steps into the room, speaking a bit hesitantly:: I am Kurt Wagner... your roommate...
<Alex> Alex Rydell. :::Swings his legs over the side of his bed, then stands::: I'm not on your bed, am I?
<Pietro> We buried them... Or what was left of them... ::frowns, remembering the mental image:: I am sorry you didn't sleep well... I didn't sleep so well myself.
<Emma> I had it easy compared to the rest of you..
<Catzy> ::looks between Erik and Logan:: ((why claw-man go?))
<Pietro> ::shrugs:: I'm still appalled by the way Mr. Logan treated you...
<Kurt> Ach, no. ::he moves to sit on the edge of the other bed, looking to Alex:: I did not think any more students would be showing up... ((...Especially after yesterday.))
<Emma> He... I doubt he was truly aware of anything else.
<Alex> :::Tries to keep the grin on his face::: Well, they offered me a spot here...and I really couldn't say no. Not much left for me back where I came from.
<Pietro> ::shrugs:: I still do not think it was appropriate... ::frowns:: I am going to sleep like a baby tonight, I'm exhausted...
<Emma> And it's only in the morning. ::smiles::
<Kurt> ::quietly:: I do not mean to scare you, but... perhaps not coming here would have been best.
<Pietro> I know.. ::squints:: Have anything planned for today?
<Emma> Not really...
<Catzy> ::slowly approaches the two::
<Alex> :::Grin starts to falter::: It's not like I really had much choice, really. It was come here or stay where I was and be treated like a freak for the rest of my life.
<Erik> ::glances toward Catzy::
<Pietro> Yeah, me neither... I have a feeling it is going to be quite a boring day...
<Emma> Won't that be wonderful after yesterday?
<Catzy> ::looks uncharacteristically unhappy as she looks at Logan and Erik:: why people want to hurt us
<Pietro> I suppose you are right... ::chuckles:: Hopefully I'll be able to take a nap or something in the afternoon to catch up on my sleep.
<Remy> ::finishes writing.. he has done as much as he's gonna do, carefully removes the paper from the tablet and walks downstairs, paper in hand..::
<Kurt> ::staring at the opposite wall:: I know what that is like, mein freund. Es ist eine traurige wahrheit.
<Alex> :::Looks a bit confused at the line of German::: Uhm...come again?
<Emma> ::Nods quietly.::
<Erik> ..No one ever knows, Catzy. ((They hate us because we are different.. and they fear the unknown.))
<Catzy> ::looks at Logan:: Catzy feel safe ::nods matter-of-factly and marches away::
<Pietro> ::starts walking towards the living room, guiding emma to follow:: So how has your stay been so far, besides last night's incident?
<Remy> ::walks outside:: Msr. Erik? De paper is done.. do I jus' give it t' you, or drop it on yo desk? ::looks from Erik to Catzy to Logan:: ..I walk in on somet'in'?
<Kurt> ::with a slight shake of his head:: Nevermind. ((To tell him or not?..))
<Emma> All right, actually.
<Emma> I'd rather not be treated as if I'm in high school but there's nothing I can truly do about it.
<Erik> ::holds out a hand for the paper:: I will take it...
<Remy> ::hands over his paper::
<Erik> ::glances it over cursorily, then nods to Remy::
<Pietro> ::frowns:: You aren't the only one that feels that way... My sister and I are both 20 and my father and the other instructors are treating us like 12 year old children... ::enters the living room and takes a seat on the couch::
<Alex> :::Sits down on the bed, shrugging his shoulders::: This is all just so...different than what I'm used to. Gonna be a big change.
<Catzy> ::walks past Remy, not smiling, and back into the castle::
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