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Storyline: Students from around the world are assembled in the Xavier Institute in Westchester, NY, a school which helps 'mutant' students learn to control their abilities, as well as recieve a higher education. In addition, the underground facility of the Xavier Institute is the homebase of the X-Men, facilitating everything from medical needs to a training room to Cerebro, the psychic ability boosting computer system. Rules: Follow the basic principles of X-Men; no showcasing your mutant powers out in public. None of the X-Men are playable characters, but may be used in your post. However, make sure you control the characters correctly. Example: Rogue can not be in the Institute in one post, and then Asia the next. Also, try to keep things in chronological order. Although, you can use flashbacks to explain events that occured before a prior post. Example 2: Rogue is 16 (as in the movie), she cannot suddenly be 23 (comicverse) in the next post. Objective: Create your own character and interact with the others in this game. Think The Real World: Salem Center. Have fun! Rating: Let's keep this a mild R Archiving: Forum archive. All participants are free to copy and post the game to their own archives, provided there is a link back to this board. poster: Amezri date: 16 June 2001, 10:10pm EST It was the end of another long day at Sarah Lawrence college and Cassandrea Reina flopped onto the bed. Cass always wondered why *she* had lucked out on the single room. Not that she was complaining, but even Rogue, the girl with the poison skin, had two roommates. Maybe it was just as well since her computer equipment took up most of the room anyway. Still, Cassandrea often found herself envying the close bond that had developed between Rogue, Kitty, and Jubilee. Remembering her weekly meeting with Ms. Munroe, Cassandrea snapped out of it and made her way downstairs. Ororo Munroe, the X-Man known as Storm, had been assigned to Cassandea because she had helped two other students - Bobby Drake and St. John Allerdyce - with their respective powers of ice and fire and Professor X felt she could do the same with Cass. "Buenos tardes, Ms. Munroe," Cassandrea smiled as she took a seat. Ororo was behind her desk finishing up some paper work, her long, white hair tucked behind her ears. "Good afternoon, Cassandrea. How are you today?" "Doing fine, Ms. Munroe." "Good," the former goddess smiled. "Unfortunately, we will not be able to finish our training session this week. The team will be leaving on a mission shortly." "Um, Ms. Munroe, why didn't you just cancel our meeting?" /Because I have a million other things I could be doing right now./ Ororo finally stood and walked around her oak desk to stand in front of her pupil. "Drea," she grinned, "I said we could not *finish* the session. An hour is more than enough time to review what you have been practicing this week. By the way, the Professor wanted me to tell you that a group of new students would be arriving shortly." "Okay," Cassandrea said, furrowing her brow. New students arrived all the time. No one ever made a point to tell her about it, especially not a member of the faculty. "One of them is to share your living quarters for the duration. If you would be so kind as to make room for her?" Cassandrea's jaw dropped. "I -- a roommate? Who is she? What's her name? What's she like?" Cass immediately jumped up, not noticing the disapproving look on Ororo's face. "Cassandrea." Calming down enough to focus on Ororo's scowl, Cassandrea followed the pointed finger to where it was pointed. In her excitement, Cass had accidentally morphed the chair she was sitting on into water. "Oops. Sorry, Ms. Munroe," she said sheepishly, looking down at the big puddle around her feet. "I'll clean it up right away." "It is all right. Perhaps this week you'd best practice your emotional control?" "Yes, Ms. Munroe." poster: Jen date: 7 july 2001, 10:39pm EST "I appreciate you agreeing to accept my daughter. It’s good that there is a school that will take...." Her father trailed off, unable to find the right words. "Mutants." Xavier said evenly. "Yes, mutants." The general spat out the word as if it was something eminently distasteful and Xavier sighed. "She requires a firm hand. She delights in disruption and those..." "Abilities," Xavier suggested. "Abilities of hers make securing her problematic." "I’m sure she’ll do fine at the Institute. Many of our students have a creative approach to rules and regulations. Our faculty is used to it." Xavier said smoothly. "Very well. Lets get on with this. I have a meeting at the Pentagon in an hour." Sarah finished shoving the last of her things into her sea bag and awaited the General’s summons. The Headmaster of the new school was downstairs right now. She wondered what this one was going to be like and shoved down her rising nervousness at the fact that the Headmaster himself came to collect her. Usually the General just stuck her on a bus to ship her off. Then again, she thought, it must be getting hard to find a boarding school to take me. I set a record at the Savannah Military Institute: five weeks from entrance to expulsion for "repeated violations of the cadet code." In other words, I broke out of that high security prison one too many times. Or, it could have been the tattoo; which was "clearly against regulations." Or perhaps it was simply because she decided not to hide her abilities. Brawling with the boys and then showing up to muster without a mark tends to get a girl into trouble. Sarah rubbed her hand across the back of her neck, rubbing the tattoo of blue flames that now resided there and smiled. The look on the General’s face when he saw it had been worth every agonizing needle. "Sarah Elizabeth report to my office!" Sarah stepped into her father’s private study and dumped her bag on the floor and stood at attention. "You bellowed, sir." Xavier fought back a smile at her insolence. It wasn’t appropriate, but he’d been in this man’s study for fifteen minutes and he’d already developed a serious dislike for the man. "Sarah, this is Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted." Sarah snorted. "The only thing I’m gifted at is getting in trouble." "Sarah, the Institute is a school for mutants like yourself to go to school and master their abilities," Xavier added quietly. "Professor," she drawled sarcastically, "Lets just cut the crap. The General just wants the freak gone so I don’t screw up his shot at another star." "Sarah Elizabeth," General Daniel Carmody said warningly. "Well that’s why he’s here isn’t it?" She asked gesturing toward their wheelchair bound visitor with her tootsie pop. "The Institute can be a home for you as it is for other mutants, like yourself. A home and a family. A place where you can learn to control your gifts," Xavier said calmly, refusing to take her bait, and hitting upon the two things he sensed this girl desperately wanted. "Whatever sir. I already got control over my gifts. This place of yours is just another hole in the ground where the General can dump me ‘til I’m eighteen and no longer his problem. Well, we’re burning daylight," she said picking the sea bag that contained all of her worldly possessions. "Hope this Institute of yours has decent chow." poster: Amezri date: 9 july 2001, 1:58am EST Cassandrea sped down the hallway, late for her self-defense class with Mr. Logan -- again. The man known as the Wolverine had made it clear in no uncertain terms that if Cassie was late one more time... well, it wouldn't be pleasant for the indigo-haired mutant. "Crap. Crapcrapcrap! Mr. Logan's gonna have my hide," she cried at she rounded the corner. Like some bad cliche, she rammed full-force into someone going in the opposite direction. "Hey, watch it, sugah." Rogue frowned as she tugged on her gloves and swiped at imaginary dust on her jeans. "Gods, I'm sorry! I didn't--I was in such a rush--" Cassie reached forward to help the girl up from the ground when she remembered what Rogue's mutation was. Carefully avoiding any skin-to-skin contact, she helped the skunk-haired girl to her feet. "Really, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Rogue grinned wryly. "I'm fine, but it's you I'm more worried about." Cassandrea glanced at the clock and saw that she was almost fifteen minutes late. "Oh, goddess, he's gonna kill me!" Seeing the amused look on Rogue's face, Cassie sighed. "I'm late for Mr. Logan's class. For the fifth time. Maybe if I run away and join the circus..." Rogue giggled. "Don't you think you're a little old for the circus? 'Sides, I know for a fact that Logan won't mind you missing class today." Missing? She did say missing, right? Cassie was almost afraid to ask. Almost. "Why's that?" "'Cause you're going to the museum with me. Today's the last day of the exhibit and everyone else is busy. I hate going to these things alone. Especially with so many.. um.. non-mutants there." True, Rogue had never really gone out of her way to hang out with Cassandrea, but the Wrath of Logan was not something to be taken lightly. If she could help Cassie get out of it, she was happy to help. In any case, she really *did* need someone to accompany her to the art exhibit. She would have preferred Logan, but... "Oh." /No. This was not good. Skipping class *and* hanging out with Wolvie's girl?/ Cassie thought in a panic. Still.. if she was with Rogue, there was a tiny chance she'd survive to see tomorrow. That was her hope anyway. "You comin', Cass?" Rogue was halfway down the long hallway before Cassandrea made her decision. "Hey, wait up!" poster: Jen date: 14 july 2001, 10:44am EST "You mean no inspections, no uniforms, no muster, no marching?" Xavier nodded, smiling slightly as Sarah exited the limo outside the mansion. "This is not a military school, Sarah, although you will still be training in self-defense and whatever else your instructors feel is appropriate to maximize your control over your gifts. Every student is assigned a mentor; someone to help them explore and control their gifts. You have been assigned to Mr. Logan. I think that the two of you are... well suited." Sarah worried a bit at the strange smile that quirked at the corner of the Professor’s mouth, but figured she’d find out soon enough. "Ms. Monroe will show you to your room and give you your class schedule." Sarah followed the beautiful, stylish woman up the stairs, scanning the obviously expensive and elegant interior only half listening as she went on and on about school rules and schedules. Her mention of the laundry schedule caught Sarah’s attention. "Umm ma’am? I’m sure you hear this all the time, but I don’t have anything to wear. These are the only civvies I have." Sarah said picking at her ‘I’m the person your mother warned you about’ t-shirt and jeans. "Other than sweats." "I’ll make arrangements for you to go to the mall with the other girls this weekend so you can purchase what you’ll need. Until then, I’m sure we can find some things for you to wear. You’ll meet your roommate tonight. Dinner is at six-thirty." Sarah flopped down on the bed- a Bed, not a bunk not a rack, but a real honest to goodness bed - and looked around her new room. Her roommate was obviously a computer geek. There was computer gear everywhere and she clearly loved clothes because the closet was jammed packed. Locating an empty dresser drawer, Sarah unpacked; a task that took only minutes, and headed off to explore her new, if potentially temporary home. Sarah followed the long hall looking into several classrooms and what appeared to be offices before locating her objective: the gym. The enormous gym contained nearly every conceivable piece of exercise equipment and a large collection of free weights, but it was a little door in the corner that caught her eye. Smiling, Sarah headed straight for the sauna, stripping off her clothes as she went. She needed to get her temperature up or she’d sleep through dinner. Rogue was missing, and according to the kid he’d just scared half to death in the main hall, had taken Cassandrea with her. No respect. You’d think these dammed kids would respect someone who could disembowel them in a heartbeat. But no, these girls aren’t afraid of me at all. It just wasn’t right. And it just didn’t pay to play nice ‘cause Chuck just caught me in the hall and informed me of my ‘opportunity’ to mentor one of these freakin’ kids. I don’t even like kids, except Marie and that’s different. Besides, I look out for Marie, and don the leather suit when asked, that should be enough, but no Chuck seemed to think I’d be best to ‘reach’ the new girl. Reach. Sounds like it’s more up Summers’ alley than mine. And given what The Professor shared from her records she’s gonna be trouble. Come to think of it, we might get along just fine. Logan reached the sauna and sniffed. Somebody was in there. Somebody he didn’t recognize. Not that that was particularly surprising, four or five new kids musta arrived in the last week. Throwing open the door, Logan stomped in and stopped short after only a few steps. Yes, there was indeed a girl in the sauna. A naked girl. "Who the hell are you?" Logan snapped, throwing his towel at her to cover her nakedness. "What’s it to you," Sarah snarled, opening her eyes halfway, unhappy that her sunning was being interrupted. The heat felt so good. The public rooms were so dammed cold and the cold made her sleepy. Damm, this one ain’t afraid of me either and she’s not makin’ any use of the towel I just chucked at her. "Look kid, aren’t you supposed to be in study hall?" "Are you my keeper?" Sarah asked sarcastically. Whoever this guy was, he was letting in the cold air. "Look, I’m just trying to warm up so I don’t fall asleep at chow, so either come in and shut the door or go away." Comprehension dawned and a smile spread across Logan’s face. "You Sarah?" "Yeah," she replied, suddenly wary at his tone, "Why?" "Cause I’m Logan, and yes, I am your keeper." poster: Amezri date: 16 july 2001, 1:11am EST "Admit it, Cass, it was fun skippin' classes for the afternoon," Rogue grinned slyly. "And the exhibit was really great. I'd never seen Picasso's "Guernica" interpreted like that before." /Fun is not the issue here,/ Cassandrea grimaced. She was sweating bullets by the time Rogue's red jeep was pulling up the driveway of the Institute. Logan had probably found out where she had gone.. her ass was *so* much grass. Besides the Wolverine, Professor Xavier would probably be furious as well. "Aw, come on. You've been here over two years and never missed a class," Cassandrea's accomplice smiled. "'Sides, you're a college girl. Logan's class is the only one you're taking at the Institute. Nothin' is gonna happen to you, sugah." "I'd *really* like to believe that," the younger mutant sighed as she followed Rogue out of the garage. "Logan's probably still in the gym. Let's go talk to him." Cassandrea flinched as Rogue grabbed her hand and started dragging her. The unlikely pair made their way through the maze of hallways before finally entering the gym. Cassandrea hesitated momentarily before a quick jerk on her wrist propelled her forward. /This is it. This is the end. Twenty years of life over and done with because I couldn't make it to one stupid self-defense class. Not only that, but--/ "Oof!" Cassandrea had walked right into a very, *very* still Rogue. "Rogue, what the-- Oh, gods.." Logan was exiting the sauna with an unfamiliar -- and very naked -- girl right behind him. Cassandrea did *not* want to stick around for the lovers quarrel that was brewing. It was none of her business, really. Sure, she should probably have stuck it out in case Rogue needed back up, but the flight response was a bit stronger. "I'll.. um.. see you at dinner, Rogue," she stammered lamely. Rogue only nodded and continued to stare straight ahead. The indigo haired mutant sped back to the safety of her room, hastening her retreat by turning into a snake-shaped stream of water and scaring some of the younger students along the way. Once inside her blessedly quiet room, Cassandrea closed the door behind her and flopped down on her bed. That's when she looked over and noticed it: an army-green duffle bag. poster: Jen date: 17 july 2001, 9:49pm EST I followed Mr. Logan, otherwise known as "my keeper" out of the sauna. Not bad. On a scale from one to ten, I’ll give him a seven for now. He got bonus points for not freaking out at the sight of me naked. The curfew threats I ignored. I can get in and out of just about anywhere without tripping the alarms. I doubt this place will be an exception. His ‘you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours’ speech was promising, but the ‘you make trouble and I’ll kick your ass," one worried me a bit. Especially when he punctuated it with a wicked smile which told me that he’d do it and enjoy every moment of it. We’re not alone. There’s a woman in the doorway and she does not look happy. Not happy in the least. Mr. Logan has seen her. Aha. Gruff, macho, muscle man has that deer-in-the-headlights look. The girl with the weird hair and the gloves must be his girlfriend. Looks a little young for him. Grabbing her clothes from the floor outside the sauna, Sarah dressed quickly, her eyes darting between her new ‘keeper’ and his girlfriend who were now in the midst of a rather heated discussion punctuated with angry gestures in her direction. While getting kicked out on her first day would surely piss the General off, Sarah wanted to give this place a shot. The Professor seemed pretty cool and Sarah kind of liked the idea of not having to hide her abilities anymore, and even with healing abilities, getting punched still hurt. Sarah couldn’t help but overhear part of their conversation as she scanned the room for an exit that did not require going near the arguing lovebirds. "Jesus, Marie, knock it off. She’s like sixteen." "Oh? I know your thoughts on the age of consent in the States, Logan." Okay. I seriously need to reconsider naked sauna time and, forget about shoes, I need to get the hell out of here now. Excellent work Sarah, you’ve been in the building less than two hours and you’ve managed to let a teacher with possible pedophilia issues see you naked and probably made an enemy for life out of his girlfriend. Way to go. What’s next? Accidentally setting fire to the kitchen? Poisoning the professor’s favorite goat? Crap. Glove girl has focused her attention on me and shit, she’s moving to block my exit. This just isn’t my day. I usually try to wait at least a week before getting into my first brawl, but if it’s a fight she wants... well, I’ll be happy to oblige. "Hi. I’m Rogue," the strange, now smiling woman said, thrusting out a gloved hand. Sarah eyed the hand warily, but took it. Rogue didn’t look dangerous. In fact, she looked awfully dammed soft, but looks can be deceiving. "I’m Sarah and hey, I’m not honing in on your man. Really, he’s not my type." The skunk haired girl laughed and waved a hand at my brooding mentor. "Logan can look all he likes. He knows if he touches you, or anyone else, I’ll kill him. Then I’ll kill you." Bright, disarming smile. I ain’t falling for it. She could just be waiting for me to drop my guard and come stab me in my sleep. "Logan says he’s gonna be looking after ya. I guess that makes two of us then. Welcome to Mutant High, Sarah." Sarah headed up to her room, praying her new roommate wasn’t home yet. She’d had about as much excitement as she could stand today. Apparently though, Sarah had pissed off God today, because the strange wet trail that started outside the gym led directly to her room. poster: Amezri date: 18 july 2001, 2:50am EST
OOC: ((Dude, nice save! Poor Sarah "Looks like my new roomie is an army brat," Cassandrea observed, appraising the army-green duffle bag sticking out of the closet. The new girl must have packed light -- all of her clothes were probably in the dresser since nothing hung in the closet. She had hoped to be in the room when her roommate arrived so she could move her stuff out of the new student's way. With a sigh, she rose from her comfortable bed and began removing her possessions from the second desk -- she had been using it as a writing desk since the computer was set up on the other one -- and tossed everything in a corner. She'd clean it up later. "Cassandrea," a voice said sternly. The young mutant whipped around at the sound of Jean's voice. "Yes, Mrs. Summers?" Jean was never one of Cassandrea's favorite faculty members. Cassandrea seldom disliked anyone merely because of the way they behaved, but Jean was one of those people who just got under Cassandrea's skin. It was a good thing her psychic training as a child blocked Jean from reading her thoughts. "You do know that you left a... trail.. when you fled the gymnasium." It wasn't a question. Cassandrea frowned. She'd just recently learned to change her shape while in liquid form, but usually didn't have a problem with "leakage," as the boys joked behind her back. "Lo siento, Mrs. Summers. I'll clean it up immediately." /Is she just going to stand there or is she gonna get out of my room now?/ Jean raised an eyebrow. "There's still an hour until dinner, Ms. Reina." The red-head turned on her heal and exited the room. "'There's still an hour before dinner, Ms. Reina,'" Cassandrea mocked after she was sure the telepath was out of hearing range. "Like I wasn't going to clean it up now anyway! Argh! Water powers suck." Storming out of the room, Cassandrea was on her way to the garage to get the Shop-Vac when she spotted Rogue walking in her direction. "Hey, Rogue. How's the-- I mean, how's Lo-- uh.. how did things go in the gym?" "Logan knows I'd kick his ass if he ever touched another girl," she winked. "I was just making sure the new girl knew enough to keep her mitts off'a him." "*That* was one of the new students? Wow, I wonder who the lucky cohabiter is," Cassandrea mused. "Funny you should say that, sugah," Rogue said slyly as she continued on her way. OOC: ((There, Jen. The room is free! LOL Yes, I have Jean issues. Also, it's 3am, so I hope this makes some kind of sense.))
poster: Jen date: 18 july 2001, 2:50am EST OOC: Cassandrea is used with the kind permission of Amezri. Hope you like it. And yes, I did have an extremely messy roommate in college. I kept finding old pizza crusts and half-drunk beers. Thank god, she flunked out a semester later. Sarah slammed the door behind her. This had been a shitty day all around. Maybe things would improve at dinner. Then again, she thought, banging her head on the closet door, maybe all this has just been the warm up. Roomie had obviously been back and gone again, she thought noticing the newly cleared desk. Grabbing her stationary from her drawer, Sarah settled herself at her desk and wrote to her father and her brothers. The General would read his, if only to assure himself that she was out of his hair. Dave would answer his, too. Despite her being a mutant, Dave still wrote her and took her calls, unlike her other brother Mark. Mark would toss his letter in the trash after seeing the handwriting, but she wrote it anyway. After all, he was family. Finishing her letters, Sarah took another look around her new home and curled her lip in disgust. The stuff that used to be on the desk was now in a pile in a corner, at least she thought that was the stuff. There was a lot of stuff and a lot of piles around the room. Lots of piles. Roomie obviously isn’t much for cleaning up. Books, paper, computer gear, laundry and empty soda cans were strewn about the room. Ooh, I think that used to be a sandwich. There is no way I’m going to live in this mess. Sixteen years of military households and schools ingrained something in Sarah and a need for neatness and orderliness in the living accommodations was one of them. Sarah figured whomever her roommate was they wouldn’t mind a little help straightening this disaster. Gathering a trash bag from the hall closet, Sarah got to work. Bending down to pick up a sock, then two, then a t-shirt, two pair of jeans and a discarded, wet towel from the floor, Sarah spied what looked to be a laundry basket under the desk. Sarah was on her knees digging it out, when the door behind her opened. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Ow, fuck," Sarah snapped, banging her head on the underside of the desk. This is just what I need. "You cleaned up," she said in amazement. "Yeah, I had to." Sarah replied, climbing out from under the desk, dragging the basket with her. The startled look on her new roommate’s face had Sarah wincing. Oh good, call your roommate a slob five seconds after meeting her. Good long-term thinking there, Blue. Ranks right up there with the naked sauna bit. Maybe I’ll just skip dinner, I seem just be getting myself into more trouble. "Uhh, I mean...I’m Sarah." So that’s what Rogue meant, Cassandrea thought, seeing her roommate for the first time. *She* was the lucky co-habiter, or else she was now in the crossfire. No sense worrying about it now, with any luck Sarah had some brains and wouldn’t be pursuing Logan. "Cassandrea. Did you have enough room for your stuff? I can clean out a closet for you." "I’m fine. I travel light. I think we’d better head down to chow." "Chow? You mean dinner right?" Sarah nodded. "Let’s go. I can introduce you around. Thanks for cleaning the place up. It needed it badly. I meant to get it cleaned up before you got here, but I ended up going to the museum..." Her voice trailed off and Sarah wondered why she was embarrassed about going to the museum. OOC: Ok Amezri, dinner’s on you. Wasn’t sure how to take your co-habiter comment before, so I just passed it along.
poster: Amezri date: 26 july 2001, 11:42pm EST OOC: ((Okay, I was stuck on this for a while... Many thanks to Jen for the use of Sarah and the advice on how her character would behave in this sitch.)) "Sorry again about the mess," Cassandrea said as the pair neared the dining room. "I'm usually not this much of a slob, but with exams and stuff, I've just been so busy." Sarah shrugged it off. "It's okay, I didn't really mind." /'Cause there was no way I was living in that mess,/ she thought. "So, how's the chow?" The older girl fell into the buffet line, waiting for Sarah before she continued. "Muy delicioso. Professor Xavier has top chefs working in the kitchen. Actually, he has us working in the kitchen, too. We all take turns doing chores around the school." /Oh goody, KP,/ Sarah smirked. "What about the teachers?" Snagging a plate of steak and potatoes, she reached for a soda before following Cassandrea to an empty table. Cassandrea pointed her fork at the man wearing red sunglasses. "That's Mr. Summers. He's okay as long as you follow the rules. Mrs. Summers," she gestured at the redhead. "She's..." /How do I explain this without sounding like a total bitch?/ Cassandrea thought. "Um, she's our resident doctor. Over there is Ms. Munroe. She's very cool. They guy with the wings is Mr. Worthington. He's new; I think he teaches -- " Cassandrea froze as Logan and Rogue entered the room and were headed their way. /Crap. This is not good, this is *so* not good./ "Hey, Cass," Rogue smiled sweetly. "Mind if we join ya? I wanted to get acquainted with our new student." The Southern belle slipped into a seat and pulled Logan into the one next to her, not bothering to wait for a response. "Um, yeah, sure," Cassandrea replied nervously. "Uh, hi Mr. Logan. Sorry about missing class." When in doubt, apologize. Rogue smiled that smile of hers again. She'd forgiven Logan for the little sauna incident -- mostly -- but she loved making him squirm. "It's all right, Cass. I told Logan that I asked ya to go to the museum with me. You've been excused. Ain't that right, sugah?" "Yeah, right," Logan grumbled. He explained to Marie that the whole sauna thing was an accident. The girl -- who turned out to be his new student -- just happened to be there. Was it his fault she was naked? "So, Sarah, what do you think of the school so far? I know you'll just love it here," Rogue grinned, playing with her lock of white hair. "Yeah, it's great. Lovely people." /What is she up to?/ Sarah wondered as she chewed on a piece of stake.
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