******AT ATTENTION******
<Catseye> @@
<Trav> @@
<Pietro> @@
<Kurt> @@
<Logan> @@
********SIM START********
<Erik> SCENE> A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN WUNDAGORE. SONJA'S FIRST CLASS, WITH A SMALL
GROUP OF THE KIDS (THE OTHERS ARE WITH ERIK AT THIS TIME), HAS JUST BEGUN.
<Sonja> ::examining a notepad, leaning against the edge of her desk at the front
of the classroom:: Alright, I think I've got everyone's names... but I want to
make sure.
<Pietro> ::leans back in his chair, yawning:: ((I wonder what father is doing
with the others....)) ::glances around the room::
<Barry> ::sits at the back, so not to be in anyones way, and taps his pen on the
table, waiting for her to start the lesson::
<Catseye> ::droops over the desk:: ((soooo tired))
<Trav> :::Reading a comic, pair of headphones on his head:::
<Sonja> Catzy? ::looks at Catseye:: ((Hard to confuse her...)) Barry, know
you... Pietro? ::looks to Pietro's white hair::
<Catseye> ::faintly makes a meowing sound as she hears her name::
<Kurt> ::sitting at a desk towards the middle of the room, looking very
interested at the surface of the desk::
<Pietro> I am Pietro... ::raises his hand slightly, and then lowers it moments
later::
<Sonja> Ale--Travis? ::nods to Trav:: and... Kurt. ::smiles and closes the
notebook::
<Trav> :::Snickers at the comic, then turns a page::
<Sonja> ::clears her throat:: Travis? Could you put that away, please?
<Kurt> ::looks up, then back down at his desk::
<Trav> :::Takes off his headphones, looking over the top of the comic, then
closes it and puts it in his desk:::
<Catseye> ::notices the headphone cord dangling and grabs for it::
<Barry> ::continues tapping the pen, waiting for the delinquents to stop so they
can get on with class::
<Sonja> Thank you. ::sets her notebook aside, glancing toward the sunny windows,
before shuffling through a small stack of papers and handing them out:: Before I
start, would someone mind volunteering to help Catzy today?
<Catseye> ::catches the cord before looking up at the mention of her name::
catzy here
<Pietro> ::looks up to Sonja:: Sure... help her with what?
<Trav> Gak! :::Tries to loosen the sudden pressure on his throat from the
headphones getting pulled by their cord:::
<Sonja> Catzy is a little behind the rest of you, in terms of schoolwork...
::faint smile:: She is going to be tutored by Mr Lensherr and I privately, but
we don't want her to fall too far behind you all in regular classes. If she has
questions that you can answer, during the course of a class, could you do that?
<Kurt> ::side-glances over at Trav and Catseye, chuckling softly::
<Catseye> ::tugs on the cord:: what this?
<Trav> Cord...let...go. :::Tries to loosen the grip around his throat to get
air:::
<Pietro> ::nods:: Sure, no problem..
<Sonja> I don't have a lot planned for today, I just want to hand out the
syllabus and answer any questions you all have right off the bat, and if you can
all give me your attention, we can take class outside today, since it's so nice.
<Catseye> ::lets go:: ok
<Barry> ::sighs and puts his schooling things away::
<Trav> :::Gasps for air for a moment, then takes the headphones off his neck and
throws them in his desk::: ((Note to self, watch myself around that one.))
<Pietro> ::nods briefly, and waiting for her to start handing things out::
<Catseye> ::ignores the paper on the desk, instead watching the cord on Trav's
headphones again::
<Kurt> ::looks at the paper he was given, scanning through it::
<Catseye> ::pouts:: where catzy go?
<Sonja> ACTION> THE SYLLABUS OUTLINES WHAT COURSE MATERIAL THEY'LL BE COVERING
IN THE CLASS, AND WHAT MAJOR ASSIGNMENTS WILL BE DUE THROUGHOUT THE YEAR. THIS
IS, UM... A BASIC PSYCHOLOGY CLASS.
<Barry> ::takes a pen and starts writing on the paper and estimated time it will
take to finish the assignments due in the next month::
<Sonja> ::moves for the door, motioning for them to precede her out into the
hall:: We'll meet by the trees just outside these windows, alright?
<Pietro> ::glances over the syllabus and then puts it down, nodding back up
towards sonja:: ((Shouldn't be that much trouble hopefully...))
<Pietro> ::gathers his things before standing up and walking out towards the
said area::
<Barry> ::finishes that up and puts everything away::
<Kurt> ::puts the syllabus paper into the small bookbag set next to his desk,
then stands, slinging the bag over his shoulder before moving out the door::
<Sonja> ((I am going to have to speak with Mr Lensherr about the class
divisions...)) ::waits for the room to clear::
<Trav> :::Grabs his things, then follows the group:::
<Catseye> ::hops up and runs to the door::
<Barry> ::heads outside::
<Sonja> ACTION> LOGAN (IF HE'S OUTSIDE) CAN SEE A GROUP OF KIDS TRAILING OUT THE
FRONT DOOR AND AROUND TO THE SIDE OF THE CASTLE, FOLLOWED BY THE NEW TEACHER
<Sonja> ::walks over to the shade of the trees, then sits down in the grass,
motioning for everyone to sit in a circle::
<Pietro> ::takes a seat on the grass, and puts his things beside him::
<Logan> ::leaning against his bike smoking a cigar, dressed in a wifebeater and
jeans, idly watches the group::
<Catseye> ::runs up to Pietro:: hi!
<Barry> ::sits down and places his binder in front of him::
<Trav> :::Sits down in the circle, looking bored:::
<Pietro> ::arches a brow at Catseye:: Hello Catzy
<Catseye> ::plops down on the grass:: hi! :;waves at Barry::
<Barry> ::nods to her:: Greetings
<Kurt> ::slightly dubious look, then takes a place in the circle, sitting about
five feet away from anyone else::
<Logan> ::chuckles watching the kids sit down in a perfect circle:: ((She's got
'em trained already. Wonder how long that'll last.))
<Catseye> ::swishes her tail back and forth, occasionally hitting Pietro:: catzy
learn stuff now?
<Sonja> ((Here's to psychological experiments in teaching...)) ::straightens,
smiling at all of them:: Here's what I'd like everyone to do... think of one
question that you would like everyone in the circle to answer, and we'll go
around. Keep in mind, your question should be something that you aren't afraid
to answer, yourself.
<Pietro> ::arches a brow:: ((...What is this? Why do we need to do this
Icebreaking garbage... Well.. I suppose it is a good idea)) ::furrows his brow::
<Barry> ((A question? What is this, this is not grade two...))
<Kurt> .... ::stares down at the grass in front of him:: ((I had better choose
an unoriginal one.))
<Trav> ((A question to ask everyone...could you be a bit more vague?)) :::Rubs
his chin in thought:::
<Sonja> I'll start, and we'll work around the circle clockwise. My question is..
::pauses for a moment, thinking:: ..
<Sonja> If you could abandon your mutation, and be "normal"... but at a cost to
be determined later.. would you take that chance?
<Pietro> Never... It makes me unique, and I could not imagine my life without my
abilities..
<Sonja> Catzy?
<Catseye> catzy not normal?
<Kurt> ((Why.. why would Frau Polaski ask a question like that?....))
<Catseye> Catzy always Catzy. Catzy not want be smoothskin all the time.
<Sonja> ::slight laugh:: Fair enough. Travis?
<Trav> :::Looks a bit uncertain::: Well, I might like to be normal, just so I
could've kept my friends. But, I'm not, and that makes me better than normal.
<Sonja> ::looks to Kurt::
<Kurt> ::without looking up, tail curling around him:: ......Ja. I would take
the chance.
<Sonja> ::looks to Barry::
<Pietro> ::glances at Kurt, slightly shocked::
<Barry> If I became normal now... there would be no point, I will always be a
big goonish person, my powers make not a difference, but at least im not a
stereotypical football player ::chuckles::
<Sonja> ::nods, then turns to Reynard::
<Trav> :::Looks to Barry, then shakes his head::: And thank god for that. If you
were one of those musclehead jocks, I'd have never avoided getting picked on. I
could outrun the others, but I doubt I could outrun you.
<Kurt> ::relieved that no one's asked him to explain his point of view, he
starts picking at the grass directly in front of him::
<Reynard> I've lived with being like this for so long this *is* 'normal' to me.
I sorta like being different..
<Sonja> ::nods, then looks around the group:: As for myself... if you had asked
me this question five years ago, I would have said yes, I would take the risk.
::glances to Kurt, momentarily:: That has changed, for me, since then. I would
not ask to be "normal" ::quotes the air with her fingers::
<Trav> Who's to define "normal"? From the looks of it, we're all pretty normal.
I mean, none of us are piles of goo or balls of intelligent light.
<Catseye> ::throws grass at Trav::
<Sonja> Oh... on that subject, in case any of you did not know... the reason I
wear gloves is to keep from using my power on everything I touch. I'm
psychometric, but it only works on non-living objects that I touch.
<Kurt> ::soft snort, then glances up to Sonja::
<Catseye> sy-ko-me-trick.. ?
<Sonja> So... if any of you surprise me some morning before I get my gloves on,
don't be surprised if I don't want to pick up something. ::smiles::
<Catseye> ::tugs on Pietro's arm:: what sy-ko-meh-trick?
<Pietro> ::looks to Catseye and then back to Sonja:: I am not quite sure what
that means Professor... Does it have something to do with static electricity?
<Sonja> Psychometry.. or tactile psychometry, which I have, means... when I
touch something, I 'see' flashes of its past. For instance, I could tell you who
used a glass last, by touching it.
<Pietro> I see... that is quite an interesting ability...
<Sonja> Pietro, your question?
<Pietro> ::frowns slightly:: I could not really think of anything else to ask...
The only thing that came to mind, is where were all of you raised?
<Catseye> ::blinks several times:: home
<Sonja> Can you tell us about home, Catzy?
<Catseye> wet stinky metal box
<Trav> :::Tries to cover up a laugh, a grin appearing on his face:::
<Kurt> ::..odd look at Catzy:: ((...Is she.. telling the truth?))
<Sonja> ... ::nods:: Did you have a favorite place to go?
<Pietro> ::holds back a grin:: ((That's unfortunate, but she made it sound
funny!))
<Catseye> um... catzy go to fat smoothskin with food pieces
<Sonja> ::short glance over toward the driveway where Logan is apparently
standing still and smoking before she returns her attention to the students::
<Sonja> Travis?
<Trav> I was born and raised in Washington state, where it rains every other
hour.
<Sonja> ::laughs:: Well, it didn't seem quite that bad when I was there...
::raises a brow at him::
<Catseye> ::makes a grass pile in front of her::
<Barry> ::chuckles at the comment about the rain::
<Sonja> Kurt?
<Kurt> ::fidgeting a bit now:: I am from Germany.. I cannot give a more exact
location. I.. moved around much.
<Logan> ::yes, is still leaning against his bike smoking, pretend very well not
to be listening, but is listening with interest::
<Sonja> Interesting... What is Germany like? I've never been there..
<Catseye> ::picks up the grass and dumps it into Trav's lap::
<Trav> :::Looks down at the grass, then over at Catzy::: ((This one is *just* a
bit odd, mmm-hmm))
<Catseye> ::picks up the rest and puts it in Pietro's lap::
<Kurt> ::with a slight tilt of his head:: It is very picturesque in places. It
is.. wunderschön.
<Sonja> ::nods:: Barry?
<Catseye> wun-der-show-ien? ::stares at Kurt for a few seconds::
<Barry> I grew up in Washington State as well... and, as Travis said, we got
watered alot
<Kurt> ::glancing to Catzy:: Ach, sorry. It is a word for 'beautiful'.
<Catseye> catzy like bootiful ::nods::
<Kurt> ::small smile at her before looking back at the ground in front of him::
<Sonja> I was born in Iowa, but my family moved to Maine when I was very young.
I think the thing I remember most about living there was.. ::thinks, pausing::
every summer, I visited my uncle who lived on the coast... we used to go
crabbing out in the ocean.
<Sonja> Oh, and the winters were terrible.. ::smiles:: Pietro?
<Pietro> ::smiles briefly:: Wanda and I grew up in this area for the majority of
our youth with our foster parents... ::looks down for a moment:: Until father
found us and we came with him up here to Wundagore mountain and Father began
construction of the school...
<Sonja> There's a town near here? ::slightly surprised look:: I didn't see
anything on the way in...
<Pietro> It is somewhat isolated... The nearest town isn't for quite a bit<not
sure if im right with that>, but with my mutant power getting around doesn't
take too long...
<Sonja> Catzy, do you have a question for everyone?
<Catseye> uh.. ::scratches her ear.. finding a human ear.. makes a face..
scratches her head:: um, what favorite food?
<Catseye> cool, found the album title too
<Sonja> ::looks to Travis to answer Catzy's question::
<Trav> Favorite food? I'd have to say my mother's broccoli casserole. :::Gets a
wistful look on his face:::
<Kurt> ::blinks, thinking for a moment:: I have always been fond of cotton
candy.
<Barry> Must go with Pizza ::nods:: with everything on it
<Sonja> I'm partial to devil's-food chocolate cake, myself..
<Pietro> I'd say my favorite food is probably Goulash... Miss Bova makes it
quite well... It is delicious.
<Catseye> Catzy like tuna and shwimp things
<Reynard> A nice juicy bacon cheeseburger...
<Trav> :::Sighs::: ((Here we go.)) I know this is probably in bad taste, but I
was wondering what everyone's power is?
<Sonja> That's a perfectly good question, Travis... in fact, I'd like to know,
myself, because I'm not sure about most of you.. ::smiles::
<Kurt> ::with a slight glance to Trav, thinking of what would qualify:: Aside
from the obvious, mein freund... I can teleport. ::shrugs::
<Barry> I am strong... sort of like a 'Hits like a brick guy'.
<Trav> :::Nervous look to Barry::: Now I'm *really* glad you weren't on the
football team.
<Sonja> ::looks to Rey next::
<Barry> Oh, but i was
<Reynard> I've got good senses, smell and hearing mostly ::ear flick:: And I can
change into a regular fox as well
<Sonja> I've already explained my powers... so unless anyone had more questions
about psychometry...
<Trav> :::Goes slightly white::: You....were? But, why weren't you with the rest
of the lynch mob that picked on us younger kids?
<Barry> Because i am still an intellectual
<Trav> :::Blank look, then nearly falls over::: So, you're saying you didn't
beat us youngin's up...because you're a book worm?
<Barry> it is the work of a simple minded fool to pick on those who are weaker
then they are
<Pietro> I am gifted with supernatural speed... All of my motor functions are
somewhat accelerated, although I've learned to slow down significantly so that I
can function more normally amongst non-mutants...
<Trav> :::Looking confused, then shrugs::: Well, thank god for small favors.
<Catseye> catzy turns into smoothskin
<Sonja> ::nods slightly:: ((I'd noticed the occasional twitching...))
<Sonja> ::looks to Travis::
<Trav> I am...:::Rolls his eyes, trying to think:::...I think they called it
"tactile telekinetic." Near as I can figure, it means I can control things with
my mind, as long as I'm touching them.
<Sonja> That must be pretty handy.. ::slight smile, turns to Kurt for his
question::
<Kurt`> ::after a moment:: How many siblings does everyone have?
<Barry> Only child ::nods::
<Reynard> I'm an only child...
<Sonja> I have a younger sister.
<Reynard> ::looks across the group towards Logan watching him for a moment::
<Barry> ::looks back:: Mr. Logan, did you wish to join in on this so called
'fun'?
<Reynard> ::At the word fun::dull voice:: Whee...
<Catseye> ::glances at Reynard, then at Wolvie:: why clawhand not join too?
<Trav> Fun? Is that what we're doing? :::Dons a mock-confused look::: And here,
I thought we were sharing?
<Logan> ::snorts, dropping the cigar nubbin to the ground and snuffing it
beneath his boot:: You serious, kid? I'm a little old to be sitting around the
campfire telling ghoststories. ::folds his arms over his chest::
<Pietro> I have a twin sister... Wanda.. ::sighs deeply, holding the rest of his
sentence in::
<Catseye> ::stares at the bike::
<Barry> ::chuckles:: Your never too old
<Kurt> ::glancing over at Logan:: ((What are they thinking?... I doubt Herr
Logan even cares.))
<Sonja> ::raises a brow at Logan, challengingly:: Since you've been listening to
everyone else, perhaps you can tell everyone a little about yourself?
<Logan> ::snorts:: Tell that to Lennsher sometime, kid.
<Trav> Yes, please do share. We wish to know how we too can be bitter old men.
:::Grins:::
<Logan> ::raises an eyebrow himself, stands and walks towards kurt::
<Kurt> ((...Is he coming over here!?)) ::just stares up at Logan:: ......
<Logan> ::folds his arms over his chest, standing like a sentinel behind kurt
radiating an air of inescapability, then glances to sonja indignantly:: What do
you want to know?
<Sonja> .. Class, your first lesson in psychology. Notice how you've all just
reacted to Mr Logan looming over everyone... that is an instinctive response to
the way he has positioned himself, while we're sitting. ::raises the other brow
at Logan:: Why don't you sit down and join the rest of us?
<Kurt> ::with a slightly freaked out look, he sort of sits facing Trav, not
really wanting to turn his back to Logan:: ...
<Trav> :::Lets his eyes wander up to look at Logan's face, then back to Kurt's,
shrugging sympathetically:::
<Reynard> ::Look over/up at the looming Logan:: Yes... very intimidating body
posture...
<Logan> I'd rather stand. ::snorts::
<Pietro> ::glances up at Logan, shifting in his seated position a bit, still not
trusting of the man after the attack::
<Sonja> Well, you're making people nervous. If you're going to stand, come stand
over here behind me.
<Catseye> ::waves to Logan::
<Catseye> ::..then prompty scoots behind Pietro::
<Kurt> ::gives Trav a very slight shrug in return, sort of hunching up his
shoulders as he sits there::
<Reynard> ::supress a laugh from watching Catzy>>
<Trav> Nervous? Me? Surely you jest! :::Trying to look confident, hiding the
fact that his hands are shaking:::
<Barry> ::yawns and lays back in the grass::
<Logan> ::smirks and moves to stand at kurt's right shoulder, crouching down::
This better?
<Kurt> ((..NEIN!))
<Sonja> ::brow furrowed slightly, gives Logan a confused, worried look:: ((I
wish I knew why he's trying to psych Kurt out.))
<Trav> ((Looks like he's about to tackle one of us and rip us to shreds....wait,
bad mental picture.))
<Sonja> ::clears her throat:: Back to Kurt's question... Catzy, do you have any
brothers or sisters?
<Catseye> um...
<Catseye> catzy not understand
<Trav> Allow me to translate. She wants to know if you were the only one in the
litter.
<Catseye> catzy not know
<Sonja> ::nods, looking to Travis next::
<Kurt> ::slight wince at that, finally turning to face Sonja again:: ((Gemein...))
<Pietro> ((That would be strange.... I wonder if Catzy has any siblings that are
also mutants...)) ::watches her intently, and then shifts his attention to
Travis::
<Trav> No sibs. I am the only one from my brood...which is sorta unusual, as
usually members of my family end up with three or four kids.
<Sonja> ::looks to the next one in the circle... Logan, at Kurt's right
shoulder:: How about you, Mr Logan?
<Logan> Any siblings? No, none... ::stares ahead at no one in particular::
<Sonja> And you, Kurt?
<Kurt> ::speaking a bit quickly:: ...As for myself... I have no brothers or
sisters.
<Sonja> Your question, Barry?
<Barry> ::ponders:: hmm, well, do any of you play any sports?
<Reynard> ::is trying to think of a question to ask::
<Reynard> ...are Martial Arts considered a sport?
<Barry> ::shrugs::
<Sonja> Sure... what martial arts have you studied?
<Reynard> Kenpo
<Sonja> Can you describe for the uninformed what makes Kenpo different than,
say, karate?
<Reynard> In Kenpo style your moves go in a flow, like water going downriver.
<Sonja> ::nods slightly:: I used to play tennis and swim, in college... it's
been awhile since I picked up a racquet, though.
<Pietro> ::arches a brow towards Reynard, than back to Sonja:: ((I wonder how
old she is...))
<Catseye> ::leans against Pietro and falls asleep::
<Sonja> ACTION> A FLY BUZZES UP TO CATSEYE AND LANDS ON HER NOSE
<Logan> You any good, kid?
<Catseye> ::sneezes::
<Pietro> ::looks down and over at Catseye, and nudges her, whispering:: Keep
your eyes open Catzy, you don't want to be rude...
<Reynard> I do okay, there's always room for improvement of course
<Trav> :::Follows the fly with his eyes, then snaps his hand out to grab it:::
<Catseye> why?
<Pietro> ::looks around:: No, I've never participated in any sports... However I
assume I would be pretty good at certain sports involving running...
<Sonja> Catzy, do you have a favorite game that you like to play?
<Catseye> ::yawns and stretches::
<Trav> Staying awake, perhaps?
<Catseye> catzy like hide seek
<Trav> Sports? Let's see...:::Holds up a hand, tapping his fingers one by
one:::...Softball, soccer, martial arts, and running from school bullies who
find it amusing to stuff you into trash cans.
<Reynard> Oh come on, everyone needs a little childhood trauma. Builds character
<Sonja> Another martial artist? ::smiles:: Maybe the two of you can study
together...
<Sonja> How about you? ::looks to Logan::
<Catseye> what marshal artist do?
<Trav> Childhood trauma? :::Picks up a pencil, then concentrates on it, watching
it fly up out of his hand and over his head a moment later::: Get the point?
<Reynard> ::looks over at Travis:: Mmm, right
<Logan> I like to hunt. ::chuckles::
<Sonja> ..Any other sports? ::slightly dry tone::
<Reynard> Without any projectile weapons, right?
<Catseye> ::moves her tail into Trav's bag, trying to pull out the headphones::
<Trav> Projectile weapons? Hunting? :::Chuckles::: Where's the fun in that?
<Sonja> ::looks to Reynard, slightly puzzled:: ((Must be something to do with
his powers)) ::glances back to Logan::
<Logan> ...water polo. ::equally dryly::
<Sonja> ::muffled snort of laughter, composes herself:: I see. Kurt?
<Kurt> ::nervous side-glance at Logan, rubbing the back of his neck:: I do not
really play any sports... though.. I am not sure what I did in my youth would
qualify.
<Sonja> Oh? What was that? ::curious glance::
<Kurt> ::hesitantly, now regretting that he even mentioned it:: I was der
Trapezkünstler... a trapeze artist...
<Sonja> ::intrigued tone:: A trapeze artist? Wow... that must have been
exciting... you must be good with heights ::smiles:: I'm afraid I get dizzy on
ladders.
<Reynard> ::glances over towards Kurt:: Various acrobatics are in the olympics,
I'd call it a sport...
<Catseye> ::gives up asking about all the strange words and begins to pick grass
again:: ((could be chasing mice...))
<Kurt> ::forces a small smile:: ((Ach, what was I thinking?..))
<Barry> Myself, I play Football, Rugby, Baseball, Hockey, and sometimes,
Basketball
<Reynard> Basketball? I suppose you blocked other players rather well..
<Barry> Indeed, and making the basket wasnt that hard either
<Reynard> ::grins:: I don't think I'd do that well in that particular sport...
<Sonja> ::glances at her watch... frowning slightly as she realizes for the
fourth time that it hasn't worked since she arrived in Wundagore:: Reynard, once
your question goes around the circle, we'll end class for today..
<Reynard> The only thing I can think of that hasn't been asked is everyone's
favorite music...
<Logan> Don't I get a question... teach? ::slight smirk::
<Catseye> ::wiggles her tail out of the bag with the headphone cord::
<Sonja> You want one, you'll have one, once everyone answers Rey's. ::looks back
to Rey, coloring a little as she thinks of how to avoid dating herself by her
choice of music:: Well, I've always liked orchestral music... artists like Bach
and Wagner...
<Trav> :::Notices the tail pulling the headphone cord out of his bag, clears his
throat as he looks to Catzy::: What do you think you're doing?
<Pietro> Music? ::Grins, and rubs his hands together:: Guns N Roses and
Metallica.... Nothing else matters...
<Catseye> playing
<Sonja> ::glances at Catzy, deciding she probably doesn't know much about music,
and looks ahead to Travis::
<Trav> AC/DC...Metallica...Guns N Roses...Led Zepplin...mostly anything that,
when cranked up, will make your ears bleed.
<Catseye> ::gets bored with the wires and stares at Wolvie:: ((why hair like
that?)) ::makes a face::
<Pietro> ::grins towards Trav:: ((I will get along well with him...))
<Sonja> ::tries not to wince slightly at the thought of aforementioned music
blaring through the castle at high decibels, and looks to Logan next::
<Logan> Hmm, guess I never gave it much thought.
<Kurt> ::after a pause:: ...I listen to whatever sounds nice.
<Barry> I listen to this and that, nothing in particular ::shrugs::
<Pietro> ::leans over and whispers to Trav:: Have you got the new Appetite for
Destruction album? I just found it at the store recently... I haven't taken it
out of the cd player since..
<Sonja> How about your favorite music, Reynard?
<Trav> :::Whispers back::: Are you kidding? I picked up a copy as soon as one
came in the store. I nearly stole my friend's copy.
<Reynard> Anything thats playing really, though I'm mostly use to Japanese
bands..
<Pietro> ::snickers:: You are lucky... American metal doesn't get imported here
until much later than it comes out in the United States..
<Sonja> Alright... your question, Mr Logan?
<Logan> I just want to know one thing. Why do you all think you're here?
<Sonja> ::raises a brow:: Well, I, for one, am here to teach.
<Kurt> ::blinks, looking directly at Logan for the first time since he's sat
down:: ....Ah... ...because Raven made me.
<Pietro> ::looks to Logan:: Besides the fact that I live with my father and
sister... I believe in my father and Mr. Xavier's dream...
<Trav> :::Shrugs::: At this stage, I have nowhere else to go. And because I want
to learn to control my powers.
<Logan> ::chortles at kurt's response::
<Barry> I am here because it it a place of higher learning away from the city
that I grew up, and also, I knew i would not by taunted by other people here...
I cannot stand by for too long...
<Kurt> ::slightly confused look at Logan, looking away from him:: ((..Well, I
certainly did not think it very funny when I had to come here.))
<Sonja> You're all free to go... for next class, I want you to list at least one
new thing you learned about everyone in the class. ::stands up, brushing her
slacks off::
<Barry> ::stands up:: is that one thing total, or one from each person?
<Kurt> ::relieved look, he grabs his bookbag and springs to his feet, ready to
get the hell away from Logan::
<Catseye> what catzy do?
<Trav> :::Gets up, stretching::: Well, that was fun. What's next class, show and
tell?
<Logan> ::stands as well:: Hey, elf, gotta minute? ::intense stare at sonja
though he's addressing kurt::
<Reynard> ::joking:: No, Arts and crafts, today we get to finger paint!
<Sonja> One for each person... Catzy, you can tell Pietro and he can write it
down for you, alright? ::smirks at Travis:: No, you have some reading to do as
well. You'll find that listed in the syllabus.
<Sonja> ::raises a brow at Logan::
<Catseye> ::looks at Pietro:: catzy not learn a thing
<Kurt> .... Ja, I suppose so. ((Verdammt...))
<Trav> Reading? :::Looks to Rey, mock-confused::: What is this "reading"?
<Barry> Ah come on, its not that much, an hour at the most
<Reynard> ::gathers up his things, standing up::
<Pietro> ::glances at Catseye:: Maybe if you were paying attention instead of
sleeping, yes? ::offers her a wink, and then moves to stand up to his feet::
<Catseye> sleepy ::yawns again::
<Trav> :::Walks over to Barry::: Now I really feel short. :::Clears his
throat::: So, feeling as homesick as I am?
<Barry> ::nods:: In some ways, but not in others, how about you?
<Logan> ::as the group slowly disperses, speaks softly to kurt:: You said some
things today, things that caught my interest.
<Pietro> ::starts making his way back towards the castle, books and other stuff
in arms:: ((After talking about music, I am left craving to listen..))
<Trav> :::Sighs, nodding::: Not that I don't like it here, but I'd rather be
back in the USA. I feel so...strange here.
<Reynard> ::walks up to Trav at the short comment:: Oh really?
<Sonja> ::rubs her forehead one-handed, picking up her notepad and folder and
heading for the door:: ((I wish Mr Lensherr had made it a little more clear that
half the 'kids' are practically college-age.))
<Catseye> ::crawls over to Reynard.. as he walks away:: wah.. ::stands up and
walks to the castle::
<Barry> ::chuckles:: well, I always feel tall ::makes the little motion between
their heights, i think its about a foot or more difference::
<Catseye> ::lunges for Rey's tail::
<Reynard> ::stumbles a bit as Catzy latches onto his tail:: What the? ::turns
around::
<Catseye> ::looks up:: catzy catch redfur
<Reynard> Yes, you did.. I was no match for your supreme hunting skills..
::grins::
<Trav> :::Looks up to Barry (literally)::: So, I never took you for the football
type. Then again, I do remember you playing basketball for a time.
<Barry> Hey, look at me, why wouldnt I play football?
<Pietro> ::walks up to his room and puts his things down, then puts on his
headphones and starts up the GnR cd::
<Catseye> ::stands up:: catzy eat now :;scampers into the castle::
<Reynard> ::watches her go shaking his head a bit as he continue on his way
towards the castle as well::
<Trav> Good point. Then again, I guess the only thing I would find weird is if I
found out you were also on the tennis team.
<Kurt`> ::looking at the ground, speaking in an equally soft voice:: Well, I
cannot imagine what you could have been interested in, Herr Logan.
<Barry> I never tried... and if I do now, i think i may spike it to hard
::nods::
<Trav> :::Shrugs::: At least all you have to worry about is hitting it too hard.
I have to worry about the racket flying outta my hand.
<Reynard> ::walks a little faster cathcing back up to Barry and Trav:: Play
baseball, you could be the home run king! Probably beat Babe Ruth's career
record
<Barry> You never broke someones leg when running into them while playing
football ::smirks:: Im sure I could, but the strike zone would be huge
<Catseye> ::makes her way into the kitchen, looking around for Bova::
((fridge!))
<Logan> Well, elf, for one, you don't seem to comfortable in your skin. Thought
maybe I could help with that.
<Trav> Don't you mean Hank Aaron's record? :::Shaking his head::: Ain't no man
gonna beat that record. Gonna be set in stone.
<Catseye> ::slinks over to the fridge and opens it:: ooo..
<Kurt> ::with a flinch:: ...Nein, I have no need of being flayed or such, but
danke.
<Logan> ::sideways glance:: 'snot what I meant.
<Barry> No normal man can that is
<Reynard> Whoever's record ::^^;:: Shows how much I follow sports...
<Catseye> ::pulls out an apple and slams the door, before scampering out of the
kitchen::
<Kurt> Well then. What exactly do you mean?
<Trav> You saying you can beat Aaron's record? :::Gives Barry a skeptical
look::: There's a difference between swinging at the ball and actually hitting
it.
<Barry> All I know is, that if I did hit it, it is gone
<Logan> I wasn't always the sterling model of self-confidence you see before
you.
<Reynard> You'd cost them a small fortune in replacement baseballs..
<Barry> dont forget bats
<Pietro> ::sings along idly lying on top of his bed, drumming his hands on his
stomach::
<Trav> The pitcher'd regularly get showered in splinters.
<Kurt> ::speaking without sarcasm now:: Ach... I find that hard to believe, Herr
Logan.
<Reynard> Heh, the crack of the bat.. literally...
<Barry> Indeed ::chuckles::
<Sonja> ::lingering around the corner of the castle, in the shade::
<Trav> And that's just hitting the ball. Imagine if he gets pissed and breaks it
over his knee.
<Reynard> I doubt you'd ever have to argue with an Umpire...
<Logan> Kid, there's a lot more to me than what I let you or any of the other
crumbsnatchers running around this rock see.
<Barry> You know what... Id prolly get the world record for walks
<Catseye> ::stops to watch the baseball talkers go by::
<Reynard> Hmm, point..
<Trav> And imagine the time the pitchers would have trying not to hit you.
They'd be scared to throw the ball.
<Kurt> ::with a nod:: Ja, fair enough... ::looking a bit uncomfortable just..
standing there, chatting about insecurity and such::
<Pietro> ::fastforwards the tape to Night Train, and listens happily::
<Catseye> ::follows after then, watching the red tail::
<Logan> Why don't we talk about Raven then.
<Reynard> ::goes along, unawares he's being stalked again::swish*swish*swish*::
<Kurt> Raven? ::slightly suspicious look:: Was möchten Sie wissen?
<Pietro> ::sings louder as the song gets louder:: Looooaded like a freight
train!!! Flyin like an airplane!!!! Feelin like a space brain one more time
tonight!!!
<Reynard> ::Looks around hearing Pete's faint singing::
<Logan> What's your connection to her, elf? Tell me it goes more than skin deep.
<Sonja> <Erik> ::pauses outside Pietro's room, looking faintly taken-aback by
the singing:: ... ::knocks at the door::
<Kurt> ::with a shrug:: She watches out for me. Has been for awhile now...
<Catseye> ::grabs for the tail::
<Reynard> Erk! ::falls down::
<Pietro> ::has headphones on, unfortunately not being able to hear the knock,
and continuing on in his rant:: I GUESS I GUESS I GUESS ILLL NEVERRRRR LEARN!!!!
::jumps out of his bed and starts air guitaring around his room::
<Logan> Why do you think she made you come here?
<Sonja> <Erik> ::slight grimace, pushes the door open and peers inside:: Pietro...
<Pietro> ::jaw drops, and drops his walkman from his hand to the floor,
headphones being pulled off as well:: ((....)) Oh... Hello father...
<Sonja> <Erik> ::just raises a brow at Pietro, somewhere between amusement and
consternation:: I see you are still listening to that... 'metal'.
<Kurt> ::considering look:: Well, I am not entirely sure. I assumed it was to
futher my education and be around other mutants.. ach, but she tends to skirt
around the topic when I do ask.
<Pietro> ....Yes father... I just returned from class, and felt in the mood to
listen to some music.. ::smiles:: Would you care to take a listen?
<Reynard> ::looks at Catzy:: Having fun?
<Logan> And how does it make you feel when she does that?
<Kurt> ...Feel? ...... ((Why is Herr Logan asking me such things?..)) I... I
trust her word, but I wouldn't like it if she were keeping a secret from me.
<Sonja> <Erik> No... I think I can do without the experience... ::definitely an
amused look, now:: I merely wondered how class went, with Ms Polaski.
<Pietro> Quite well actually... ::gathers his walkman from the floor:: She is a
very nice woman...
<Alex> ::Heads into his room, kicking back on his bed and saying tiredly:: ((Man..I'll
never cease to get bored of classes..))
<Sonja> <Erik> That is fortunate... do the other students seem to be adjusting
well?
<Pietro> I believe so... I think Kurt is having the most trouble... Barry,
Reynard, and Travis seem to be adjusting well... And Catseye... Well, she's
starting to pick up on things pretty fast..
<Logan> I know how you feel, bub...
<Catseye> ::looks down at Rey:: s'ok?
<Erik> ::introspective look, frowning slightly:: Hmm...
<Reynard> S'alright ::makes a grab for her purple tail::
<Kurt> ::running a hand through his hair:: ....There is someone keeping
something from you?
<Catseye> hey! ::whaps him with her tail::
<Pietro> ...I was quite surprised when Mr. Logan decided to come and join our
lesson... ::sits on the side of his bed for a moment::
<Erik> ::raises a brow, clearly surprised by the news:: Oh?
<Reynard> Oh I see how it is.. ::tickles her face with his tail tip:: En gaurde!
<Logan> Seems that way at times... ::glances towards the castle, staring
intently as though he can see through the very walls:: But I guess we all got
our secrets.
<Catseye> ackpthh ::sneezes::
<Pietro> Yes... I was awed when he agreed to join in on the discussion...
::shrugs:: I suppose he is getting more used to being around 'children'...
<Kurt> ::blinks, following Logan's gaze to the castle:: ((He is speaking of Herr
Lensherr, then....))
<Reynard> ::dashes down a random halway, unless Catzy didn't let go when she
sneezed::
<Erik> Perhaps... ::frowns at the window:: It would be ..unfortunate if he chose
to leave..
<Catseye> ::sneezes again::
<Pietro> ...I think he outside speaking with Kurt now actually... as i was
walking away he pulled Kurt to the side to speak with him..
<Catseye> ::gives chase::
<Logan> You got anything you want to say?
<Reynard> ::grins to himslf and changes midstride to his fox form and takes off
at top speed around a corner::
<Catseye> ::has since found an interesting piece of string on the floor::
<Kurt> ..Nein.. I should probably go inside and start on homework.
<Erik> ::long silence:: ...Pietro, I must apologize for my words, the other day.
I understand why you went back to fight the intruders... but I cannot tell the
others to follow orders, while excusing you from the same.
<Logan> ::nods:: If you ever wanna talk, ya know...
<Pietro> I understand father... Unfortunately I don't think that I would do any
differently if the same situation were to arise... I could not imagine
abandoning a friend... And then when Wanda showed up, there would be no way I
would abandon her there...
<Erik> ::nods slightly:: In the future... please make it your priority to ensure
that all the others have been taken to safety, first.
<Kurt> ::bowing his head slightly:: I will keep that in mind... danke sehr.
::turns and starts walking back to the entrance of the castle::
<Erik> *********SIM END*********