4161/One Flew Over...

One Flew Over...
Date of Scene:	28 March 2018
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	The Cuckoos are about the property and ran into Alex. Who was confused.
Cast of Characters:	Havok, Stepford Cuckoos

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Havok has posed:
Emerging from his room, Alex Summers is seen wearing combat boots, black cargo pants, his black unstable molecule uniform top with the silver lines, and over his shoulder is a duffle bag, also black (military appearing). The bag is filled with a few heavy items like clothing, boots, etc. He turns his back to the hallway as he exits his room and uses a key to lock his door.

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    The Stepford Cuckoos have finally discovered their goal as an cohesive unit. The five of them are walking through the school halls, nearly shoulder to shoulder. The girl's seem to move as one individual and not as a clique of friends. It's quite bizarre. The five stop as they round the corner and all ten of their eyes slowly squint in the direction of the X-man and they as one speak. "We must have taken a wrong turn. We are looking for the student's room."

    The girls must be new. Incredibly so if they do not know where the student lodging is. The five begin to turn around like a school of fish. Each moving individually, but the unit remaing as one.

Havok has posed:
Alex is a master with the unsurprised stare. Though inside he's saying (whoa) when his blue eyes land on the five girls. He turns fully to address them, "Same floor, east wing." But instead of leaving it at that, he takes a few steps while securing the duffle on his shoulder/back. His eyes still glancing over all of them, but focused mostly on the center one. His mind wondering who they are, what they are - mutant likely, and if he's seeing double, triple, quad, or pentuple. He adds, "I'm Alex Summers, tactics instructor. I've not yet had the opportunity to read your files. Or even know who you ladies are."

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    The girls nod when he says East wing without looking over their shoulder as they begin to walk away as if it were any normal conversation with an adult. The stares they're used to, as that's mostly what they've experienced their whole lives since leaving home. But Alex's thoughts are a bit different. Few people think they're drunk when seeing the Cuckoos, so this is something that intrigues the hive mind.

    "Good morning mister Summers." The girl's say in unison and shrug after they finish speaking. "We don't have a file and we have never met you, so it goes without saying you don't know who we are."

Havok has posed:
There's a moment of clarity when they continue speak in unison, "Definitely." Alex notes to himself as he does recall drinking heavily last night with Logan. He recalls the hockey game, the cabin, the thoughts of running off to the bush and surviving in the wilderness. What was he running from again? Oh yeah, Mutant Town. He clears out the subtle pressure in his head from a rising headache. He continues, trying to lead the horse to water with a quizical tone, "Would you care to share?" - he's implying their names and perhaps origin.

Stepford Cuckoos has posed:
    This is something they were taught and slowly, as if they have to think about it, each girl lifts their hand one at a time in turn and speaks their names.

    "I am Phoebe."

    "I am Celeste"

    "I am Sophie."

    "I am Irma."

    "I am Esme."

    The girls all give a practiced almost robotic smile to Alex before they, again, turn around and start to walk towards the East Wing.

Havok has posed:
Alex will smile, outwardly, as they introduce themselves. Still quite dumbfounded, he'll watch them walk away. Take a few steps past the corner and leave them to continue down the hallway in his blue eyed view. His mind no longer questions the validity of their existence, nor is he aware of their mental abilities. Though he analyzes the concept of a hive mind - and if that's even possible. But then again, they live in a world of impossibilities and those five girls who walk away are indeed a sight to see and an experience waiting to happen.