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******AT ATTENTION******
<Arthur> @@
<Kurt> @@
<Barry> @@
<Emma> @@
<Catzy> @@-nyao
<Bobby> @@
<Logan> @@
<Erik> The Athens trip has been uneventful, in a relaxing sort of way. Erik offered Emma some hands-on experience with the stock market, Logan made sure Remy didn't steal the Parthenon, and they all enjoyed (or at least tolerated) some shopping and sight-seeing before retiring to the hotel late in the evening of the second day of their visit. Mystique is due to arrive with the jet in the morning to take them back to Wundagore, where a new student, Bobby Drake, awaits.

********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> ATHENS. 10 PM. A SPACIOUS SET OF SUITES AT THE HOTEL. LENSHERR HAD SOME BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO, AND LEFT THEM WITH STRICT INSTRUCTIONS NOT TO LEAVE THE HOTEL. THEY HAVE WORKING TELEVISIONS (A LUXURY, AFTER WUNDAGORE) AND ROOM SERVICE TO AMUSE THEMSELVES WITH UNTIL HE RETURNS.
<Catzy> ::picks up the phone:: ice cream again
<Erik> <Sonja> Catzy! You're going to give yourself a stomach-ache...
<Kurt> ::sitting on the floor in front of the tv, boredly watching a string of commercials::
<Catzy> catzy like icecream
<Erik> <Sonja> ::drily:: I gathered that. ::eyes the empty cartons::
<Emma> ::Turns a page of her newspaper.:: Oh, lets see, let's get culture in our lives... ::Sighs, glancing at the tv.::
<Catzy> ::puts the phone down:: sonna-lady not like icecream?
<Barry> ::sits back in his chair, reading Inferno::
<Erik> <Sonja> I like it, Catzy, but I can't eat it non-stop, or I'd get sick.
<Logan> ::sitting in a dark and seedy corner of the hotel's bar/lounge/restaurant place with his feet propped up on the table and a cigar hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth, he has a cowboy hat on his head pulled down so that it covers his eyes and his arms are folded across his chest, a half-empty mug of beer is next to his feet::
<Catzy> ::thinks:: too much good things make bad thing?
<Erik> ACTION> A STRAY BREEZE FROM THE HOTEL LOBBY GUSTS IN, AS THE FRONT DOORS OPEN. LOGAN CAN SMELL THAT LENSHERR HAS RETURNED, AND IS AGITATED.
<Emma> I'm not cleaning Catzy up... ::Turns the final page.::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::nods to Catzy:: Exactly. ::casts a small faintly pleading look in Emma's direction:: ((I don't even know how she managed to get chocolate on her shoulder and behind her ears...))
<Emma> ::Sighs.:: {{All right... all right.}}
<Erik> ACTION> A SCROLLING MARQUIS APPEARS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN, CUTTING OFF PART OF KURT'S COMMERCIALS. UNFORTUNATELY, IT'S ALL IN GREEK. IT HAS THE VAGUELY 'OFFICIAL' LOOK OF SOME SORT OF BULLETIN.
<Catzy> ::scratches behind her ear:: catzy not understand, but.. ::shrugs and sits down:: catzy not eat more
<Logan> Hmm. ::adjusts his hat, pulls the cigar from his mouth, snuffing it on the underside of the table, and tucks it behind his ear, then gulps down the last of the beer, and stalks towards erik::
<Kurt> ::slowly moves his arms into a stretch, blinking at the letters:: ..Ah.. I do not suppose anyone can read this?
<Erik> ::waiting in front of the elevator, jaw set, looking quite impatient::
<Emma> Should I run some hot water?
<Erik> ACTION> EMMA GETS A VAGUELY UNEASY FEELING... LIKE GROUPS OF PEOPLE ALL AROUND THE HOTEL ARE ALARMED, OR ANGRY, OR EXCITED SOMEHOW.
<Erik> <Sonja> Could you? ((This is bound to be a learning experience.))
<Barry> ::looks up for a moment shakes his head, bookmarks his book and places it in a coat pocket::
<Catzy> ::scratches her ear again:: water? ::darts behind the nearest chair::
<Emma> ::Frowns, looking around.:: It wouldn't be too hard... ::Heads to the bathroom of the suit and starts preparing for a bath.::
<Emma> Something's... going on out side. ::She says over the run of the water, moving to the window to glance outside.::
<Erik> <Sonja> Thanks... ::looks back to Catzy, with a sigh:: You don't want to get sticky ice-cream on your-- ::glances back towards Emma:: Hmm?
<Barry> ::raises his eyebrow and looks outside the window::
<Erik> ACTION> IN THE LOBBY, THE ELEVATOR FINALLY ARRIVES, AND ERIK BOARDS QUICKLY
<Emma> Something's happening outside...
<Logan> ::catches the elevator doors just before they close, eying erik:: Hrrmph. ::steps in and leans against the wall in the far corner relative to erik::
<Catzy> Catzy licks icecream off! ::stays behind the furniture:: ((catzy not like bath all time))
<Kurt> ::slowly gets to his feet, also casting a glance towards the window::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::stands up, moving towards the window to see:: I don't... see anything. ::puzzled tone::
<Emma> I.. I feel it.
<Erik> ::notices Logan, frowning distractedly, and hits the button for their floor again:: There's been.. an attack.
<Catzy> mew? ::scuttles over to a window and peeks outside:: dark.. catzy not see anything
<Logan> You want to be more specific? ::arms folded over his chest, clinches his fists tightly::
<Erik> ACTION> THE COMMERCIALS END ALTOGETHER, AND A NEWSDESK APPEARS, THE REPORTERS JABBERING EXCITEDLY. THERE IS A BASEBALL DIAMOND PICTURED IN THE UPPER CORNER, FOR NO APPARENT REASON.
<Catzy> ::plasters her face to the window, staring down as far as one can see from whichever level they are on::
<Erik> You'll... ::steps off the elevator as soon as the doors are wide enough to admit him, striding towards the suites::
<Barry> ::stands up and heads towards the television::
<Emma> Shit.. the water. ::Dashes to the bathroom.::
<Logan> ::follows erik at a bit of distance, fists still clinched at his sides::
<Erik> ACTION> THE DOOR TO THE SUITES OPENS OF ITS OWN ACCORD, AND ERIK WALKS IN A SECOND LATER, LOOKING GRIM. THE TV FUZZES, GOING TO STATIC FOR A MOMENT BEFORE THE PICTURE RETURNS.
<Kurt> ::tail lightly curls around his right ankle as he divides his attention between the television and glances towards the window:: ((Perhaps it is nothing important. A sports report, maybe.)) ::distracted look towards the door::
<Catzy> ::hums quietly walking away from the window and jumping into a chair::
<Barry> ::looks up to Erik:: is there something wrong sir?
<Emma> ::Walks outside of the bathroom, looking at Erik, then to the others.:: What is it?
<Erik> ACTION> THE TV FLICKERS, WHITE BANDS SPINNING ACROSS THE SCREEN, AND ERIK QUICKLY STEPS BACKWARDS ONCE MORE, UNTIL IT SUBSIDES. THE PICTURE OF THE DIAMOND IS REPLACED WITH A WAVERING PICTURE OF SOME CORRESPONDENT, EXCLAIMING ABOUT SOMETHING IN A RATHER EXCITED TONE.
<Erik> ::grips the back of a chair, gaze fixed on the screen:: A mutant has.. created a situation in Chicago. ::listening intently::
<Catzy> ::squints at the TV:: picture broken, catzy not understand it
<Erik> TV> THE PICTURE IS STILL FUZZY, AND THE AUDIO IS STATICKY. IT APPEARS TO BE A REPORT FROM A BASEBALL STADIUM, SOMEWHERE. THE BROADCAST, IN GREEK, IS AS INCOMPREHENSIBLE AS THE TEXT SCROLLING ALONG THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN, BUT THE PICTURE IS CLEAR ENOUGH TO MAKE OUT PEOPLE FLEEING THE STANDS, AWAY FROM A LONE FIGURE.
<Kurt> ::goes back to staring at the tv, as if he would be able to understand it after looking at it long enough::
<Erik> TV> AS THE FEED GOES LIVE, TO AN AMERICAN REPORTER, THEY CATCH THE WORDS 'WRIGLEY FIELD' AND 'MUTANT' AMIDST ALL THE PANIC. THE TINY FIGURE IN THE STANDS BRINGS HIS HANDS TOGETHER SHARPLY, AND A LARGE SECTION OF SEATS ERUPTS OUTWARDS, THROWING PEOPLE OVER THE WALL INTO THE FIELD ITSELF.
<Catzy> bad movie, change channel! ::scratches her ear again:: ((catzy need bath))
<Erik> <Sonja> ::staring at the screen:: Catzy, hush...
<Barry> ::narrows his eyes at the broadcast:: what is there to be done about this?
<Catzy> but.. :: climbs off the chair, and walks over to one of the bedrooms, jumping onto the bed:: ((catzy play here now))
<Erik> <Reporter> ::shouting over the crowd noise, clutching her headset:: --attack, as you can see-- --has not been restrained-- --sections fifteen through seventeen have-- ::is shoved aside by people bolting for the exits::
<Emma> What... what are the powers?
<Erik> TV> A PORTION OF THE STADIUM SEATING CRUMBLES AS THEY WATCH, KICKING UP CLOUDS OF DUST AS IT COLLAPSES. ANOTHER EXPLOSION TAKES OUT A ROOF SUPPORT, AND METAL SCREECHES AUDIBLY AS IT STARTS TO LIST TOWARD THE STANDS.
<Kurt> ::mumbling to himself:: ..If only it was just der film..
<Erik> ::murmurs very quietly, face lined:: ..some type of explosive force... I cannot say...
<Catzy> ::jumps up and down on the bed, believing whats on the tv is just another strange movie they're watching::
<Logan> Fool kid's gonna get himself killed. ::looks to erik::
<Erik> TV> A GROUP OF POLICE SEEM TO BE FIGHTING THEIR WAY TOWARDS THE ATTACKER. ANOTHER EXPLOSION ERUPTS AROUND THEM, AND THEY ARE SCATTERED FORCEFULLY BY THE BLAST. THE CAMERA ANGLE TILTS, SUDDENLY, BEFORE CUTTING OUT TO A 'NO FEED' SIGNAL.
<Erik> ::low voice:: That was no child... and no accident...
<Emma> ::Glances at Erik and lets out a short sigh.::
<Erik> TV> THE NEWSROOM REAPPEARS, AND THE ANCHORS TALK EXCITEDLY, APPARENTLY UNABLE TO RECOVER THE BROADCAST.
<Logan> Then what in the flamin' hells, d'you think we should do about it? We're halfway 'cross the globe, bub. ::snorts::
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK GESTURES AT THE TV, SHARPLY, WITH A DISGUSTED LOOK, AND IT TURNS ITSELF OFF WITH A CLICK.
<Erik> ::rubs a hand across his face, turning away:: ..There is nothing I can do... not here... it is too late... it's beginning already...
<Emma> What are you talking about?
<Catzy> ::stops jumping, noticing the tone of voice in the other room::
<Logan> ::eyes erik, but address emma's question:: There's a war comin'.
<Erik> ::gives his head a slight shake:: ...Gather your belongings. I will contact Raven and we will be leaving as soon as she arrives...
<Kurt> ::looks towards Erik and Logan, frowning:: ...
<Barry> ::nods silently and goes to gather his belongings::
<Erik> Go! ::harsh tone, at those who remain standing there::
<Catzy> ::licks chocolate off of her hand:: ((maybe movie make smoothies mad?))
<Emma> ::Sighs icyly.:: If I must. ::Turns to gather he belongings.:: {{Sonja, I'll pack Catzy's stuff.}}
<Erik> <Sonja> ::edging out the door and heading for the 'girls' suite', a bit pale:: ((That's alright, I can do it...))
<Emma> ::Quietly.:: Has he told you about this 'war'?
<Kurt> ::remains standing there for a few moments more before turning with a weak shrug and moving for where he left his bag::
<Logan> ::turns to emma, grimaces, says nothing::
<Catzy> ::slinks into the living room area of the suite:: catzy feel sick
<Erik> ACTION> ERIK STALKS OFF TO HIS ROOM, PRESUMABLY TO CONTACT MYSTIQUE.

********TIME WARP********
<Erik> SCENE> WUNDAGORE. MORNING. MYSTIQUE WOKE BOBBY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, TO TELL HIM SHE WAS LEAVING EARLY TO PICK UP THE OTHER STUDENTS. HE WAS ABLE TO FALL BACK ASLEEP FOR AWHILE, BUT NOW CURIOSITY BECKONS AND HE IS FREE TO EXPLORE THE CASTLE, SO LONG AS HE STAYS INSIDE.
<Bobby> ::glances around and limps out of his room:: Why stay inside?
<Erik> ACTION> HE WAS, IN FACT, NOTIFIED BY MYSTIQUE THAT SECURITY SYSTEMS EXIST IN PLENTY AROUND THE GROUNDS, AND SHE PROBABLY TOOK DELIGHT IN DESCRIBING THE DANGERS OF THEM TO HIM.
<Bobby> ::blinks and calls out:: Hello? ((It's so empty.. ..I wonder where the kitchen is..))
<Erik> ACTION> HIS VOICE ECHOS EERIELY IN THE STONE HALLS...
<Bobby> ::heads to his left toward the stairs then looks over the balcony down below:: ..this' a school?
<Erik> ACTION> HE CAN HEAR WHAT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE HUMMING AN UNFAMILIAR TUNE, SOMEWHERE OUT OF SIGHT DOWNSTAIRS.
<Bobby> ::head turns toward the sound then sets off to the stairs in a semi-hurry, then remembers himself and takes it easy down the stairs:: ((Maybe they know where I can get something to eat or drink..))
<Erik> ACTION> THE DOORS TO THE DINING ROOM PUSH OPEN, AND A DUMPY BLUE-ROBED FIGURE PUSHES HER WAY THROUGH. BOBBY FINDS HIMSELF EYEING A BROWN, BIPEDAL, ROBED COW.
<Bobby> ..::blinks and just.. ..stares.. .. ..at a two legged cow.. blinks again::
<Erik> <Bova> ::cheerily:: Oh, good morning. You must be Mr Drake?
<Bobby> ..::can only nod:: ((..it talks.. ..and it sounds like a woman..)) ::pauses:: ((I'm never eating ice cream again..))
<Erik> <Bova> Ms Darkholme said you arrived late last night? She said you were not hungry, or I would have brought you up some dinner...
<Bobby> Y.. ..you're a cow.
<Erik> <Bova> ::dignified pause:: No, Mr Drake, I am a demihuman.
<Bobby> A what? But.. you look like a cow.
<Erik> <Bova> ::eyes Bobby:: I know, Mr Drake. ::cowish sort of smile:: Would you mind answering the door for me?
<Bobby> The door? But.. there isn't anyone at the door.
<Erik> ACTION> OUTSIDE, A TAXI IS PULLING UP THE LENGTHY DRIVE. ARTHUR FOUND THAT ALL THE DOCUMENTS, MONEY, AND INSTRUCTIONS THAT WERE GIVEN TO HIM BY DELANEY WORKED QUITE WELL TO GET HIM CLEAR TO WUNDAGORE, EVEN IF THE GNARLED LITTLE MAN DRIVING THE CAB HASN'T SAID A WORD SINCE PICKING HIM UP AT THE AIRPORT, ALL THE WAY TO THE MOUNTAIN.
<Erik> <Bova> But there is a vehicle coming up the drive, and they will arrive shortly.
<Arthur> ::sits in the back seat of the taxi quietly::since the drivers being quiet Art sees no reason to iniate conversation, he may not even speak english...::
<Bobby> How did you.. ::shrugs and limps toward the door, not trying to be slow.. but.. just being slow::
<Erik> ACTION> ARTHUR GETS A GOOD LOOK AT THE CASTLE, AHEAD. IT'S AN IMPOSING STRUCTURE, SITUATED ON THE EDGE OF A SMALL CLIFF THAT OVERLOOKS THE VALLEY AND RIVER BELOW.
<Erik> <Bova> Thank you. I was not informed of any visitors due to arrive today... ::faintly puzzled tone:: But perhaps Master Lensherr did not know.
<Bobby> I'm.. ..sorry for calling you a cow..
<Bobby> ((This place is so weird..))
<Erik> <Bova> ::smiles again:: Don't worry about it, dear. ::retreats out of sight from the main door::
<Erik> ACTION> THE ANCIENT TAXI LURCHES TO A STOP IN FRONT OF THE CASTLE, HAVING MIRACULOUSLY MADE IT UP THE STEEP CLIMB. THE TAXI DRIVER GETS OUT, GRUNTS SOMETHING, AND UNSTRAPS ARTHUR'S BAG FROM THE ROOF OF THE CAR.
<Arthur> ::unbuckles and gets out of the old taxi, looking up at the front of the castle/school::
<Erik> ACTION> THE DRIVER GETS BACK INTO THE CAR AND SIMPLY DRIVES AWAY, LEAVING ARTHUR STANDING THERE WITH HIS BAG AND NO FURTHER ADO.
<Arthur> ::bends down and picks up his bag, nothing more that a backpack containing an extra set of clothes::he walks towards the large front doors of the school and pounds on the door using one of the huge wrought iron knockers::
<Bobby> ::opens the door just as Arthur's about to knock, wanting to see if Bova was actually right:: Hello?
<Arthur> ::pauses:: Oh, hello...
<Bobby> Hello. ::looks at Arthur:: Uh.. ..can I help you?
<Arthur> This is Lensherr's school, right?
<Bobby> Yeah?
<Arthur> You're not sure?
<Bobby> This is Lensherr's school. Who are you?
<Arthur> I'm Arthur. I was given plane tickets and what not and told to come here...
<Bobby> By who?
<Arthur> Some man named Delaney
<Erik> <Bova> ::listening in from out of sight, steps into view at this, hesitantly:: You are enrolling as a student?
<Arthur> ::looks over Bova for a moment:: That's correct.
<Erik> <Bova> Please.. come in. I apologize, we were not notified of your arrival ::bows her head slightly::
<Bobby> ((How.. ..he doesn't.. ..he must be used to talking cows, I guess..)) ::shrugs and gives Arthur room to pass::
<Erik> ACTION> A FAINT VIBRATION SHAKES THE CASTLE, AS THE JET FLIES IN LOW OVERHEAD AND CIRCLES AROUND TO LAND IN THE HANGAR.
<Arthur> That's understandable. I was given an open invitation... ::Art's part animal, in a way, so another part huamn doesn't phase him much::
<Arthur> ::walks farther into the castle entryway::
<Catzy> ::stares out the window:: ((stomach hurts..))
<Trav> :::Reading the Superman comic he managed to find, eyes seemingly getting bigger with each page turn:::
<Arthur> ::looks up at the vibration of jet engines:: What was that?
<Bobby> ::glances around:: I.. don't know..
<Barry> ::places his book away at last, finishing it up:: well that was rather short ::heads out of the jet and makes his way towards his room::
<Logan> ::heads to the war room to review the security tapes from the time while we were gone::
<Erik> <Bova> Master Lensherr has returned, with the other students.
<Emma> ::Stands up quietly, her mouth set in a straight line, her face set as she leaves the jet.::
<Bobby> Other students? ::blinks:: Where? ::looks around::
<Kurt> ::waits for the jet to come to a complete stop before exiting, bag slung over his shoulder::
<Arthur> ..this place has it's own jet?
<Trav> :::Notices the moving around, then sighs, getting up::: Why couldn't it be longer? I didn't even get finished!
<Catzy> ::staggers slowly off the jet:: catzy hate icecream
<Emma> Can't you read in your room?
<Erik> <Bova> ::beams proudly:: Master Lensherr designed it himself.
<Trav> Yeah, but with all the smoke and the smell, it gets hard to breathe.
<Arthur> ...impressive
<Bobby> ::raises a brow:: ((Maybe that means she's.. ..a robot?)) ::glances to Bova with an examining eye::
<Erik> ACTION> THE JET LANDS AND POWERS DOWN. THE HANGAR DOORS CLOSE WITH ANOTHER LOW RUMBLE, AND THE JET HATCH OPENS.
<Erik> <Bova> I am sure he will want to meet both of you. ::looks to Arthur:: I'm sorry, what is your name, sir?
<Catzy> ::scampers out and runs down the hall, brushing past anyone in the way, heading for the elevator::
<Arthur> Arthur.
<Erik> <Bova> Right this way, Mr Arthur, Mr Drake. ::heads for the hall::
<Logan> ::heads for that war room then, duncha know...::
<Kurt> ::moves down the hall more slowly, wanting to be closer to his room before 'porting there::
<Arthur> ::follows Bova, slinging his backpack over his shoulder::
<Bobby> ::glances to Arthur and shrugs and limps after Bova::
<Erik> ::leaves the hangar, heading for the elevator as well::
<Catzy> catzy sick ::makes a face, pushing all the buttons in the elevator at random::
<Emma> ::Mutters icly as she gets closer to the elevator.::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::trails after Logan, peering into the war room a bit curiously::
<Trav> :::Raises an eyebrow at Emma::: ((Lord, some people...))
<Erik> ACTION> ONCE EVERYONE IS IN, ERIK PLACES A HAND ON THE WALL OF THE ELEVATOR AND MANUALLY RUNS IT TO THE TOP. IT OPENS, AND THEY SEE BOVA WITH TWO NEW FACES AT THE END OF THE HALL.
<Logan> ::eyes scan the monitors as he gathers the pertinent tapes together and starts to rewind them:: Hmm. ::without turning from the monitors...:: D'you know about the new blood?
<Emma> ((First they don't explain an attack, now this 'war' comment.)) ::Frowns to herself.::
<Bobby> ::blinks as the elevator opens:: ..Hello.. ::waves::
<Erik> <Sonja> New blood? No...
<Catzy> ::runs a few feet, spying two strangers with the cowhead lady, then darts off towards the living room::
<Erik> ::gaze settles on Bova, then on the two teenagers with her:: .. ::brow quirks slightly:: ((Raven neglected to mention a second...))
<Kurt> ::blinks, peering down the hall as he steps out of the elevator:: ((Who are they?..))
<Arthur> ::watches a purple haired girl dart off quickly::
<Trav> :::Looks at the two new students, looking confused::: Uhm, is there something you want to tell us, Mr. Lensherr?
<Logan> ::points to the applicable monitor showing the aforementioned demihuman and confused new mutants:: The way Lensherr recruits 'em, you'd think this was some sort of ark.
<Erik> <Bova> Welcome back, Master Lensherr. This is Mr Drake ::gestures:: and Mr Arthur, who just arrived.
<Arthur> ::gaze goes back to Mr. Lensherr::
<Erik> <Sonja> ::raises a brow:: I didn't think there were two open spaces in the boys' dorm, still...
<Emma> That isn't- ::She stops herself from commenting, instead she eyes to the two new students, a slight look of distane on her features.::
<Barry> ::looks over to the two newbies:: greetings ::Holds out his hand to Bobby first:: welcome to the family, so they say?
<Arthur> Hello...
<Erik> ::looking from Bobby to Arthur:: ..Yes, greetings. ::extends a hand to Arthur, looking faintly puzzled:: How did you learn of the school?
<Bobby> Uh.. thanks.. ::looks at Barry's hand warily then takes it and shakes it:: ((hope I don't freeze him or anything.. that'd be a crappy first impression..))
<Arthur> I was contact by a man called Delaney ::shakes the hand::
<Catzy> ::makes use of the facilities, before heading back the way of the elevator::
<Barry> ::shakes his hand:: I am Barry ::nods:: and dont let the size fool you, I like to think im a very gentle person ::waits until Arthur is done shaking hands with Erik before he extends his own::
<Kurt> ::moves a short distance down the hallway between the classrooms before 'porting up to just outside the door to his room::
<Logan> ::snorts:: I don't care if they make a roost in the flamin' belltower, just means more heads to keep attached to more shoulders.
<Trav> :::Gives Bobby a good look over::: So, where you from?
<Arthur> ::shakes Barry's hands as well, Art's hand feels slightly cold and rubbery to the touch::
<Bobby> Lon.. ..Arizona.
<Erik> ::nods, then:: Ah... Excellent. I suppose in the excitement of the past few days, Mr Delaney's communication did not reach me. ::turns to Bobby to shake his hand:: I trust your arrival was without problems?
<Emma> ::Walks coolly away from them all, fuming inside.::
<Trav> Arizona? :::Grins, slapping his hands::: Cool. Another Americano to our numbers. We'll overrun them yet.
<Catzy> ::stops to watch as Emma walks by::
<Bobby> ::confused look at Trav, looks at Erik and shakes his hand:: Not really..
<Erik> <Sonja> ::frowns slightly, watching the monitors:: You don't think the school should be open to any more kids?
<Logan> It doesn't matter what I think.
<Barry> ::nods to everyone:: if youll excuse me ::heads to his room::
<Catzy> ::watches Barry walk by:: everyone leaving
<Erik> ::slight frown:: Have you both been placed in rooms..?
<Arthur> Not yet...
<Bobby> I was put up in room 1AB by Ms Darkholme.. then she left.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::raises a brow:: Hmm..
<Kurt> ::enters his room and closes the door, carelessly tossing his bag onto the floor::
<Logan> <<What are the room assignments, btw?>>
<Erik> ::frowns still:: Do you believe your powers might cause problems, if you have a roommate?
<Trav> :::Nods to Bobby and Arthur, then walks towards his room, shouldering his travel bag:::
<Catzy> ::sits in the hall just watching anyone who's still there::
<Bobby> I.. ::scuffs at the floor with his foot:: ..I tend to make things difficult, without even trying. ::frowns:: I'm my own super charged air conditioner.. I usually wake up seeing my breath in the air..
<Kurt> ::sits cross-legged on his bed, tail curling around him, nearly glaring down at the covers as he thinks::
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: Then I expect Raven placed you in the south hall... ::looks to Arthur:: You will be rooming with Mr D'Angelo in the west hall, room one.
<Arthur> ::nods::
<Logan> You don't have to sit here and watch these you know... gonna be nothing but hours of dust settling on the furniture.
<Arthur> ::idly wonders who Mr. D'Angelo is::
<Catzy> ::walks over and tugs on Bova's sleeve:: who new ones
<Erik> <Sonja> ::shakes her head slightly:: Everyone's on edge, from the news last night... It's quieter down here.
<Erik> <Bova> New classmates, dearie. ::pats Catzy on the head:: Why don't you ask them yourself?
<Trav> :::Walks into his room, looking at Kurt::: Did you see something interesting on your covers?
<Arthur> Anything else you need to know? Or may I go deposit my thing in my room? ::hefts his bag slightly, indicating it::
<Catzy> ::walks around Arthur in a circle, then Bobby::
<Kurt> Huh? ::looks up at Travis, then slowly shakes his head:: ..Ah.. nein. I was.. pondering.
<Logan> Hmm.
<Barry> ::wanders around his room, putting things on the bookshelves that cover alot of the free space he has and grabs the next book in Dante's Divine comedy::
<Erik> If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask anyone.. ::slightly distant tone:: You may... ::starts walking again, toward his office::
<Arthur> ::eyes follow Catzy:: Uh, can I help you?
<Trav> Huh. :::Begins emptying his bag, putting things back in place::: Been a long day, huh?
<Catzy> ::pokes Arthur's shoulder:: smell funny
<Arthur> Uh.. ::sniffs his clothes for a moment:: Do I offend?
<Catzy> ::moves closer and sniffs:: smell like fish
<Bobby> ::sighs and watches Erik walk off then looks to Bova:: Do you know where the kitchen is?
<Arthur> Oh, that...
<Kurt> That is has. ::silent for a few moments, staring at the wall now:: ..Did you hear Herr Logan's remark last night?
<Erik> <Sonja> ::sighs, looking at the monitors without really paying attention:: Did you see the estimates last night? Something like three thousand injuries and seven hundred dead, at the stadium...
<Trav> Can't say as I did. :::Pulls out his comics, taking a moment to put them in alphabetical order:::
<Erik> <Bova> Of course, Mr Drake. Are you hungry? I expect no one has eaten a proper breakfast, yet..
<Catzy> where fish ::walks around Arthur again::
<Bobby> Yeah.. and I'm a bit thirsty.. ::pauses:: Waterwillbefinethough.
<Arthur> I don't have any fish... ((Odd girl...))
<Kurt> ::with a disturbed look:: He said that there will be a war.
<Erik> <Bova> Come with me, then... ::putters off down the hall toward the dining hall and kitchens::
<Emma> ::In her room she sits on her bed, a look of frustration on her face, her nails dig into the blanket.::
<Catzy> but catzy smell fish! ::reaches into a pocket::
<Bobby> Okay.. ::follows after her::
<Arthur> Yeah, I know... you must have a very good nose...
<Erik> <Bova> ::leads Bobby to the kitchen, where she retrieves a glass and fills it with water before giving it to him:: I will be preparing breakfast for everyone, so wait for the bell ::smiles and ushers him back out into the hall::
<Catzy> catzy hungry ::shrugs:: food in kitchen ::runs along after Bova and Bobby::
<Trav> :::Sits down on his bed, giving Kurt a sublime look::: My old history teacher used to say that there is no true peace, just a period of quiet to rearm.
<Bobby> ::blinks and.. gets shooed:: ..Thanks.. ::drinks his water, despite it dropping in temperature to ice water, as he walks back down the hall::
<Arthur> ::watches Catzy go and shakes his head a bit befor elooking for some stairs to find his room::
<Emma> ::Picks up a pillow and throws it across the room.:: Shit... ((Am I running with end of the world freaks...?))
<Kurt> ::tail lashes back and fourth, and he shakes his head:: I suppose that is true, but...
<Catzy> catzy want milk
<Trav> If you keep looking over you shoulder, buddy, all you're gonna get is a sore neck. :::Lies back, crossing his feet::: Besides, it might be interesting.
<Emma> ::Leaves her room, unsure where to go.::
<Erik> ::in his office, poring over papers, frowning deeply::
<Logan> You ever seen a dead body before?
<Erik> <Sonja> I... no.
<Kurt> Interesting? ::gives Travis a look that suggests he's crazy::
<Bobby> ::hobbles up the stairs to the second floor and heads toward his room::
<Arthur> ::enters his appointed room and find Barry there:: You're D'Angelo?
<Erik> <Sonja> Not in person, I mean..
<Emma> ::Tentively moves to Erik's office.:: ((He's not going to answer me, but I'll at the least ask.))
<Catzy> ::watches Bova wanders off:: ...? ::follows after Bobby, stopping at the top of the stairs::
<Trav> Don't give me that look. You know as well as I do that this school is boring. :::Shakes his head::: I don't want to control my powers only to have no use for them. No matter how much I act normal, I'll never be normal, and therefore never accepted.
<Erik> ACTION> BOVA POURS CATZY SOME MILK AND USHERS HER OUT OF THE KITCHEN SO SHE CAN PREPARE BREAKFAST
<Barry> Ah yes, greeting my friend ::puts the bookmark in his book:: I am Barry D'Angelo
<Arthur> Ah, didn't get your last name when we first met. I'm Arthur...if I didn't introduce myself the first time...
<Catzy> ::wanders down the other hall to her room, milk glass in hand::
<Kurt> ::a tad bitterly:: Who needs to be accepted when you are in such good company? As for myself, I am glad to be staying somewhere for a longer period of time than usual, at least..
<Barry> Well it is a pleasure to meet you, if you need anymore room for belongings, i can move some of mine ::motions to the many bookshelves full of random books::
<Emma> ::Knocks on the office door.::
<Logan> There're two buried on the grounds, Sonja. How many schools have you worked at where disposal was part of the curriculum?
<Erik`> Come in...
<Erik`> ACTION> THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN IN FRONT OF EMMA
<Trav> That's just it, Kurt. :::Gives him a depressed look::: I wasn't raised in this sort of life. Alone, away from my family and friends. I feel so...alone.
<Emma> ::Startled, then realizes.:: ((Metal.)) Mr. Lensherr?
<Arthur> ::shakes his head slightly setting his backpack down on the empty bed:: I only have a few clothes. ::looks at books:: Nice collection..
<Catzy> ::walks in and sits on her bed, drinking some milk:: ((cold..)) ::looks around:: ((alone..))
<Erik> <Sonja> ::blanches slightly, and swallows:: ...
<Bobby> ::sits down on his bed and sets the now frosty but empty glass on his desk:: ((What an.. ..odd.. place..))
<Barry> I am quite proud of them myself... tho one can always use more. If you wish to read any, just take them, and bring them back in as good as, or better condition then they left
<Erik> Yes? ::looks up from his papers, looking tired::
<Kurt> ::bowing his head for a moment:: Ach... I am not sure what to tell you. I certainly do not have any words of encouragement right now.
<Arthur> ::smiles slightly:: Sorry, but I do not know any book repair techniques
<Barry> Perhaps i can teach you how then ::smirks::
<Catzy> ((dirty..)) ::goes to take a bath, on her own terms::
<Logan> Lensherr probably left that off the brochure.
<Emma> I doubt what I'm going to ask will ever have an properate time, but what did Logan mean about war?
<Trav> I don't need words of encouragment. I just want to be liked for who I am, not hated for something I can't help being.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::hesitates a moment longer:: But some of them... the situations they came from were horrible. I mean... I read the files on Emma and Catzy... they were treated like lab animals...
<Arthur> Mmm.. ::goes over to his backpack and removes 2 sets of spare clothes. Both of which look worn in::
<Erik> ::looks down at his desk for several moments, then back to Emma:: Please, sit down.
<Barry> ::opens his book once more:: you need more articles of clothing my good man, cant wear just the three all the time
<Kurt> ::with a smile that tries its hardest to be sincere:: That is something all of us are after, mein freund.
<Arthur> I've been doing so for some time now. It also simplfies things, I never have to fret over what I'm going to wear.
<Catzy> ::changes into fresh clothing before knocking on Emma's door:; emmalady? ::looks up and down the hall::
<Trav> I know...:::Looks to Kurt, giving him another of his grins:::...and that's why I haven't run away yet.
<Emma> ::Quietly enters and sits in a chair.::
<Barry> I suppose your correct in such a statement
<Kurt> ::with a faint snicker:: I don't believe you would get very far...
<Erik> ACTION> THE DOOR SWINGS SILENTLY SHUT BEHIND EMMA, AS SHE SITS.
<Logan> It's the labhands who we buried. Lensherr just made their problem, all of these kids' problem. ::slams his fist down on the control panel::
<Arthur> ::he proceeds to fold the clothes and slips them neatly into a single drawer of a dresser:: I'm going to get somethign to eat, care to join me?
<Erik> The attack yesterday... was not the first spark. Mutants are starting to gain publicity, and as we do so, we attract fear and misinformation. Humans are deathly afraid of what they do not know, and they do not know mutants.
<Barry> ::pluts his book on his bed after bookmarking it:: Why not? A man of my stature is always hungry ::smirks::
<Emma> ::Is silent, but slightly nods.::
<Catzy> ::sighs and slowly wanders down the hall, stopping to look over the grand hall from the balcony:: ((nobody home))
<Trav> What? You think I'm afraid of Mr. Logan? :::Chuckles::: Just set some beer down and he'll completely forget about me.
<Arthur> Could you lead the way then? I don't know the layout out of this place yet...
<Bobby> ::begins to unpack his luggage in his room:: ((I wonder if.. ..if maybe i'll be able to control my powers enough someday, that I could have a roommate..))
<Erik> <Sonja> ::slight frown:: How so? How could they have been shielded from it? I have a hard time believing they would find a better situation outside of this school, where they can walk around without disguises and without worrying about giving themselves away...
<Barry> follow me then ::heads out of the room and towards the kitchen::
<Kurt> ::shakes his head, getting an amused look:: Then, by all means, try! But do not say I didn't warn you.
<Erik> With the attack at the stadium... ::deep frown, lacing his fingers together:: ...there will be reprisals. Politicians will seek to blame mutants in general for the actions of a few, and mutants who were formerly able to live among their neighbors with little comment may be singled out as scapegoats and targets....
<Arthur> ::follows Barry, not hard to do..::
<Logan> ::snorts:: Right, so let's gather 'em all up under one roof where they can all be picked off cleanly and efficiently instead of going through the trouble o' huntin' 'em down one-by-one.
<Trav> But Kurt, wouldn't you be lonely without the crazy American cowboy around? :::Grins wickedly:::
<Erik> <Sonja> Or, let's gather them together where they can learn from each other and learn to protect themselves. ::crosses her arms::
<Catzy> ::watches Barry and Arthur go down the stairs:: ((fishman and berryman leaving?)) ::sneaks downstairs behind them, trying to hide as much as her bright blue outfit allows::
<Barry> ::motions towards the kitchen as they arrive:: you first
<Arthur> ::Arthur's attention is taken up by following Barry, not whats behind him, so Catzy goes unnoticed::
<Kurt> ::raising his eyebrows:: Ahh, I suppose I would miss being tempted to break rules ::amused smirk::
<Arthur> Thanks ::pushes open the ddor::
<Logan> Hmmph.
<Emma> And those like Kurt would be worst off... ::Sighs icly.:: So we're targets?
<Barry> ::heads in after, casting a glance at Catzy::
<Trav> And besides, if I stay here longer, I might finally get a response out of Frosty. :::Grin widens:::
<Catzy> ::tries to stay hidden behind a plant, blinking at Barry::
<Erik> <Sonja> I'd rather see them have a chance here than be hunted down on their own, with nowhere to turn.
<Kurt> ::biting back a laugh:: I wish you luck.
<Erik> ::pauses again:: ...I believe that, like those who would target mutants and eliminate us... there are likewise those among mutants who would... attempt to overthrow the balance of power.
<Catzy> ::runs over to the door and peeks inside once the other two are inside::
<Trav> Trust me, my friend, I have my ways. :::Shrugs::: We Americans never admit defeat.
<Logan> ... ... Hmmph.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::glances around the war room:: Besides... it doesn't look as if you're exactly.. unprepared.
<Bobby> ::looks around his room after he has everything unpacked then glances to his glass:: ((I should bring that back to.. ..whatever her name was.. I need to find that out, calling her Cowgirl or Moo would be wrong..))
<Kurt> ::chuckling:: She is also an American, ja?
<Emma> Like the man who held Alex and I? ::Cold smirk.::
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: ..I believe he may be involved with others of similar sentiment.
<Trav> Not really sure. But, I'm sure it'll make the job all that much simpler.
<Catzy> ::looks for a way to lock the door or otherwise block it so Arthur and Barry can't get out::
<Logan> I was a boy scout. ::dryly::
<Erik> ACTION> IN THE KITCHEN, BOVA IS BUSILY FINISHING UP THE BREAKFAST PREPARATIONS.
<Erik> <Sonja> ::eyebrow creeps up:: Uh huh.
<Barry> ::looks over to Arthur:: looks like tis almost done ::leaves back out the door:: itll be a moment though
<Kurt> ::unable to wipe the amused look off his face:: If you believe so.
<Catzy> ::holds the door herself:: ((no escape!))
<Arthur> Alright... ::takes a seat at the table::
<Erik> ACTION> BARRY PUSHES THE DOOR (AND CATZY) OPEN WITH NO TROUBLE AT ALL
<Emma> Would you know who that would be?
<Catzy> ::falls flat on her ass:: ..! ::makes a hissing sound, which causes her to cough::
<Logan> What? I don't look like a scout to you?
<Trav> Wipe that smirk off your face. :::Tries to stop grinning, being unsuccessful::: I will make a dent in her armor, even if I have to walk into her room nude...maybe I won't go that far exactly, but you get the idea.
<Barry> Oh! ::kneels down:: are you okay? I apologize, I didnt know you were there
<Erik> Currently, no. When I do, however... ::expression goes a bit stony:: I intend to act.
<Emma> I see.
<Kurt> Now that is something I would pay to see...
<Catzy> ::growls and stands up on her own:: no fun, too big
<Arthur> ...you again... what was your name?
<Bobby> ::examines the glass in his hand:: Well.. this' supposedly a school for mutants.. ((when in Rome..)) ::concentrates and tries to.. ice it, frost it.. work his mutant mojo on the glass::
<Barry> ::stands back up:: I am what I am, am I not?
<Erik> <Sonja> I have a hard time picturing you as a munchkin in knee-shorts. ::wry tone::
<Erik> ACTION> BOBBY'S BREATH FOGS IN FRONT OF HIM, AND THE GLASS COLLECTS A FINE SHEEN OF FROST ACROSS THE SURFACE. UNFORTUNATELY, SO DOES THE FLOOR BENEATH HIS FEET, AND HE LOSES HIS BALANCE.
<Trav> :::Now the grin disappears, replaced with a shocked look::: Kurt, I'd never actually do that. Even I have some dignity.
<Catzy> ::stares blankly at barry:: ((confusing..))
<Bobby> ::slips and smacks his head against the bed as he falls on his ass, dropping the glass and shattering it:: ..ugh.. ::rubs his forehead with a wince::
<Emma> So... are we excepted to help... ::quietly.::
<Logan> ::laughs::
<Arthur> ::offers Catzy a hand to help her up::
<Bobby> ::mutters and looks around, rubbing the back of his head as he gets himself up to his feet::
<Catzy> ::already standing, stares at the hand, wondering how much trouble she'd ge tin for biting it:: catzy need to do things
<Erik> ::shakes his head, slowly:: No... I will not drag children into a.. war, as Logan phrased it. You all do have the right to make your own decisions.
<Kurt> ::with a shrug:: Well, that is good to hear
<Barry> Then Catzy should go do things ::heads to a chair to sit down::
<Catzy> catzy follow fish smell
<Arthur> Catzy?
<Emma> ::Frowns slightly, lost in thought for a moment.:: I see.. thank you for answering me.
<Erik> ::nods slightly::
<Catzy> ::looks at Arthur:: ..? ::tail slowly begins to swish back and forth:: ((hiding fish from catzy))
<Trav> I should hope so. :::Reachs over to his comic book stack, pulling out one::: Now here's something that I can relate to.
<Emma> ::Stands up and proceeds to the door.:: I won't tell the others, I'll let them ask.
<Arthur> Interesting name... ::notes the tail::
<Erik> ::nods again, expression warming a bit:: ((Intelligent young woman..))
*********SIM END*********

********EPILOGUE*********
<Erik> SCENE> INSIDE AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE. A MAN, DARK-SKINNED AND MUSCULAR, IS LEANING AGAINST THE WALL, SMOKING. HE WATCHES THE SHADOWS WITH A PATIENT AIR, WAITING.
<Erik> ACTION> A BLONDE WOMAN, DRESSED IN SCARLET, DESCENDS A RUSTED STAIR FROM THE UPPER LEVEL OF THE WAREHOUSE, SEEMINGLY UNCONCERNED BY THE SWAYING STRUCTURE. HER EYES BURN RED, AND HER SMILE IS RATHER CHILLING.
<Erik> Man> Herald. ::nods slightly, in what might be a greeting::
<Erik> Woman> Well… I must say I was mildly impressed by your stunt today. ::stops, still several feet off the floor, and flicks her fingers toward the man::
<Erik> ACTION> THE CIGARETTE FLIES FROM THE MAN'S HAND TO HERS, AND SHE SMIRKS AS SHE TAKES A LONG DRAG, HOLDING IT ARTFULLY BETWEEN TWO FINGERS.
<Erik> Woman> Explain to me, however, why such a hasty man deserves recognition… of any sort. ::crosses her arms languidly::
<Erik> Man> I seek only to serve the High Lord. ::faint smirk at the woman, as if he considers her a mere afterthought::
<Erik> ACTION> THE WOMAN IN RED'S EYES NARROW, BUT SHE TURNS HER BACK ON THE MAN WITH A SLIGHTLY SOUR LOOK AND CROOKS A FINGER FOR HIM TO FOLLOW.
<Erik> Woman> Come, Mr Kieros. He has agreed to meet with you and judge whether you are worthy to bear the name of War. You had best not keep him waiting.
******END EPILOGUE******