Xaviers!

Diego Zapata wrote:Dude. Nobody can see you anyway.

Samantha McManus wrote:"Has a thing for redheads, I suppose. Just didn't seem fair, aye? Don't really think of myself as a one-night stand."

Haley Crusek wrote:"Maybe instead of talking about the Danger Room we should just show our new friend what it can really do? It's some serious shit. It's like that tv show Star Wars the Next Generation. Or maybe it's Trek. I dunno. My dad loves that shit. But there's holograms and everything."

Samantha McManus wrote:"Well, my tastes are probably pretty simple here, but they do involve measuring."

Miriam Bell wrote:"You know, I've seen a fraction of the things he's been through and I'm not sure a knife is going to cut it."

Tereza Rozanov wrote:"I keep forgetting that other people get cold."

Samantha McManus wrote:"It's fine," Sam says.

Tereza Rozanov wrote:"As far as I'm aware," Tereza lies, "A wide variety of powers too."

Alex Kincaid wrote:"Me? I'm from Kansas," Alex says. "And I'm here, well, because...it's supposed to be safer, I guess."

Chase Delacroix wrote:"Unlike the Lotus, real families stick their necks out for the next generation," Chase commented.

Cam Beckett wrote:"Well, the rules here are already different. It's OK to throw people out of rooms"

Samantha McManus wrote:"She doesn't just make deals with the Morrigan. I suppose she could've bargained with the goddess of choking to death on pretzels, but that seems a bit more niche."

Natalie Denisov wrote:The music that Natalie cycles through seems to run the gamut from dance to techno to trance. She tries not to let any one song linger too long, sliding from one track to the next. Not finding what she wants to finale with on the .

Shari wrote:"What? No, just for fun. I mean... maybe somebody finds that sexy?"

Narrator wrote:"...do you even have your CBT?"[...]

Emilie wrote:"Sure dude. I been planning this." She said. "I'm good at Google."

Will Stanton wrote:"Yeah, that's what I was doing. Just...letting it all out in a place where no one actually gets hurt. I wouldn't want to actually punch the poor computers."

Vivienne Chinnoir wrote:"Once I am free. I do not plan on simply laying down for anyone ever again."

Toshiro Narumi wrote:"As long as you're my friend I'll always be there for you," he answered with another supportive smile as he released her. "Including but not limited to: talking, programming, henchman punching, and, of course, hugs."

Basil Benson wrote:"Yes." He replied. "I am he, and he I."

Vivienne Chinnoir wrote:"Wanting something to not happen will do nothing to keep it from happening. Free will."

Sean Hall wrote:"Nobody really looks at you twice, aye? Since powers and mental instability seem to go together like fish and chips," Sean said opening his senses to the flow of magic around them. "But do you want to hide?"

Will Stanton wrote:"This isn't a matter of not being good enough, Natalie." Will frowned. "There's no algorithm or setting to tweak to start that kind of chemistry."

Natalie Denisov wrote:What she gets back through the data exchange is a mountain of location data for a massive pile of various entities with non-sensical reference designations. It's akin to the data she would expect to get out of the Danger Room, if the Danger Room was poorly organized and programmed by some insane coder.

Shari wrote:"Can't just roll around in a bunch of chalk?" she chuckles.

Samantha McManus wrote:

Shari wrote:"Can't just roll around in a bunch of chalk?" she chuckles.

Powdered sugar.

Then she'd be Turkish Delight.

Shari wrote:"Oh yeah, that's a good point... Bodysuit then! Just gotta pour you into one."

Colette Rosenhof wrote:"All manner of types of music. Actually, perhaps zat would be a good way of learning zem. But please avoid country and western if at all possible."

Samantha McManus wrote:"Maybe not... so much?"

"But boys do stupid things, and changing that to boys with powers just expands the range of stupid things possible."

Basil Benson wrote: [...] then proceeded to greet Shane in a fashion that an American would probably find distasteful.

"Hey tosser."

Sean Hall wrote:"Several mention being cursed in various ways or permanently turned into inanimate objects unable to interact but still able to perceive the world around them."

Sean Hall wrote:"It'll be a great adventure though, aye?" Sean asked. "Just like in all the old books. Throw some lightning bolts, develop some new enchantments, and then get eaten by a dragon while exploring the seventh elemental plane of fire."

Ainsley Green wrote:Ainsley's face lit up again in surprise, a big dopey grin painting itself on him.

He realized how she had done it, but since he couldn't too, he instead picked some up and flicked it through the air to mimic her, then nodded approvingly with the same dopey grin, as if he had just performed some kind of magic.

He clearly dug it.

Chase Delacroix wrote:"You don't have to, you know. I'm not the get even type."

Samantha McManus wrote:"What do you want, really? Do you want me to be cross with you? Nobody fought harder than you when it came down to it."

"You two normally seem to get along fine."

Haley Crusek wrote:"Do you want me to go in your mind and see if I can help?"

Ainsley Green wrote:On the hurried rush to get to Shari and the train station, Ainsley had formed something of a plan to deal with the authorities. He didn't have a snazzy X-Men suit, just a stolen business card from the administrative desk and a rather official looking ride.

While the driver headed to their destination as fast as he was legally allowed to, Ainsley used hair ties to pull back all his dreads into a bun and threw off his hoodie on the bench seat, revealing the dress shirt underneath. Tucking it quickly into his pants and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows to cover up some of their crumpled nature, he dug through his bag for a pair of sunglasses he once stole, as well as a clip on tie he kept in there for when he sold art on the street and wanted to look fancy.

Hopefully they bought his worn around the edges skinny jeans he refused to throw out and his chucks as some sort of personal style choice.

He slipped the business card he swiped off the administrative desk as he walked out to the van in his breast pocket, and opened another pouch on his backpack to take out a toothpick, placing it in his cheek between his teeth to chew on.

His cellphone in his jeans pocket and ready to flash his 'credentials', Ainsley practically glided out of the van towards the officers in question, arriving just in the nick of time.

That is to say, before Animal Control shows up with tranq darts.

Samantha McManus wrote:
So what use am I to anybody?