Xaviers!

"Hello? Is the XUB2 still here?"

XUB1 had opened up into a storage closet. XUB3 had opened up into a brick wall. This damn campus had three bars, something must still be there. The rainbow-haired girl frowned as she looked around.

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"XUB2?" inquired a rather large werewolf wearing an apron who was currently wiping down the countertop of the unusually quiet bar. All of the TVs were either off or displaying a test pattern and there wasn't any music either.

"Christ, I don't know what you call it here. Is there a place I can get some alcohol?"

Stephanie gave a smile (she was getting better at cheerful doggo smile and not frightening hellbeast fang-baring) and gestured around her to the empty bar. "You're in the right place. What'll it be?"

"Do you have something that will make the hallways stop twisting 'round, or is that something they all induce?"

Stephanie cocked her head at the newcomer and raised a brow. "Should....I worry about serving you more?"

"I mean...you smell sober enough, but...sorry. I'm Stephanie. You new here?"

"Part of the freshman class, if that's what you asking, but I've been around a bit.

Haven't you looked outside?"

"I try not to this long before my shift is up, or I go stir crazy."

Stephanie set down her rag and washed her hands, nodding thoughtfully. "I should look outside, shouldn't I? I'm going to see something crazy and that's why the TVs are all dead and not a single person has come in in the past hour."

"Yeah, and then come back here and pour one for both of us."

Stephanie finished drying her hands (as best as she could given they were furry) and strolled over to the closest window in the bar...which currently looked at a 5 foot gap of grass and a solid brick wall that wasn't there before. She did a double take and looked across towards another window and saw some of the other changes.

"Well...fuuu....aaart," she caught herself before cursing.

"Okay. Something strong it is. How do you feel about good Scotch?" she replied as she walked back to the bar.

"I'll give it a shot. How do YOU feel about it?"

"If you asked me six months ago before I got all furry, I'd say I hated it. But I like a lot of different things now," she replied, pulling down a bottle of Macallan 18 and pouring it into two lowball glasses, hesitating, sighing, and then putting a straw into hers.

"Drinking out of a glass is...challenging with a muzzle. This will look stupid. Cheers."

"Kanpai," Ayami smirked. "Little doggy with a straw. It's very cute."

Stephanie's other half bristled at being called cute and she had to work hard to not let out a low growl. "So. I didn't catch your name?"

"Ayami Morita," she smiled.

She caught the growling sensation from the wolf and reached out with her power, taking the emotion and changing it to a positive one, a pleasurable one -- it was good to be complimented, right?

The wolf resisted and bristled at the intrusion but quickly her power did the trick. What doggo *doesn't* want to be a good girl?

"How do you like Maldon, Ayami?"

"London you mean, surely?"

"Well obviously mote things to do there for s day trip but I... Meant school though? Here in Maldon?"

"...The school's in London, doggy. Right on the Thames. You sure you haven't been getting into your supply back there?"

"...I mean. I wish it were. I could shop for clothes to shred to pieces when I shift from different stores every month instead of the local boutique thinking I'm either rich or a weirdo. But it's in Maldon..."

"Did we..." she thought aloud as she tried to remember some of the things she read about for science homework not long after she arrived. "Are you ... from another dimension or something?"

"I'm afraid you're the one from another dimension, girl. I'm sure the X-Men will right this soon enough, but until then, you're stuck here."