9488/Quiet Morning At Xavier's

Quiet Morning At Xavier's
Date of Scene:	08 October 2019
Location:	Library - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon, Andrea, Megan, Gwendolyn, Bean, Kurt, and Samuel Guthrie wind up meeting in the library for talk of school, life, love, music, and upcoming theatrical productions for the school!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Rage, Nightcrawler, Dragonfly (Armenteros), Samuel Morgan, Cannonball, Pixie

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Nightingale has posed:
     The quiet of the library was a welcome change from the past few days, despite the flurry of activity around the mansion being mostly positive. Sometimes, it was just good to slow down a little bit. A familiar young winged healer was taking refuge in the library, curled up in a chair by one of the windows, her laptop on her lap, her headphones on so as not to disturb anybody else, and her mini MIDI keyboard ready to hand. Her brows furrow as she appears to be working on something, pausing every so often to close her eyes, and listen to what she's created.

Rage has posed:
Heading into the library is Andrea, who is dressed moderately in the form of slender low rise jeans and a t-shirt with Minnie Mouse on it. She has a backpack over her shoulder and a few books in her hands that she passes to the librarian to check back in. After a bit of conversation to try and track down some new books, she passes by Shannon and glances over to her with a smile as she lifts a hand upwards in salutations.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    It's funny how ill often people look at the ceiling in most rooms, many don't even know Kurt has entered the library - padding along on hands and feet above, tail kept in check and otherwise enjoying the quiet, and a chance to be alone in a group as the shadows gather about him once set near one of the shelves, a volume drawn by his tail and held while he crouches, lips pursed while he peruses.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
With no classes to speak of just yet, Gwendolyn has been left to her own devices. In most places, exploring isn't a thing that people should do, but here, it seems to be encouraged - as long as you stay away from the elevators with the very clearly marked 'do not enter' symbols festooned about. And the good thing about exploring a library? You can go just about anywhere in the books and not worry about getting into too much trouble, aside from the new ideas that come up.

     Dressed in a pair of jeans and an oversized hooded sweatshirt, Gwendolyn peers into the room, hood down for once, goggles still covering her eyes, and slips in quietly. She doesn't notice Kurt because, y'know, ceiling and all, but does notice the familiar Shannon sitting in the corner and Andrea entering just ahead of her. She pauses just inside the entrance, runs her fingers through her hair to kind of make herself presentable, adjusts her antennae, and puts on a smile because that's what friendly people do to people they want to be friends with.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    A fairly common visitor to the library walks through its doors, and Bean nods to the librarian on his way past. He knows his way around and never seems to have any need to use the reference system. For those who know him, it might be odd to see him with absolutely no expression on his face, neither smile nor frown, neither joy nor sorrow nor boredom, and it looks like he may not have slept very much, if at all. In contrast, his clothes are immaculate and of a singular theme: black. Black combats, black button down shirt, black sweater with shoulder wings for rank boards and black boots, recently bought with the allowance from the Danger Room session. They gleam, as if dipped in oil, reflecting the world around them.

    He heads for the historical section but appears to change his mind once there, turning on his heel with military precision and heading back to where most people are gathered.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon catches the motion of Andrea's hand out of the corner of her eye, tapping the screen of her laptop and glancing up. Her lips curl upwards in a smile, and she wriggles her fingers in a little wave. "'morning!" Her voice is hushed, appropriate to the setting, but bears no less warmth for its lack of volume. A smile is offered to Gwendolyn as well, and she waves to her fellow winged one. Samuel? Well, there's definitely no lack of blushes there, nor mistaking the warmth and gleaming of her eyes. "Guten morgen!" She has yet to look up at the ceiling, though.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Brief greetings, and his native tongue, drawing attention - Kurt looks down (up) from the ceiling to check out the growing gathering. Faces he knows and two he does not - head canting to the side at the sight of antennae. Intrigued but not intent on imposing just yet - the book he had selected is tucked into the curve of his tail as he hops quietly to a shelf, then another, working his way down hop by hop.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes in a bit after the rest, he does happen to look up and around a bit more, be it training, the fact he is a flyer, or that he has known Kurt longer. He offers a brief nod to the man, but does not let on to anyone that he sees him. He knows the other man has a bit of a mischievous streak at times, and he does not plan on spoiling his fun if he has plans. He walks over to the younger students, and says "Hey guys and gals, how are you doing this morning? Once he is within easy talking distance.

Rage has posed:
"Bonjour." Andrea says to her friend as she tucks some hair back behind her ear. "I'm gonna bust out an essay on Dylan Thomas today. You working on your looooove song?" She says with a wide grin before her eyes follow that of Shannon's gaze, then gives a pause at the sight of Bean. Oops. She lifts her hand up to Gwen and Samuel, giving them both a friendly smile and a wave. "Good morning guys. If you need help finding anything, I know my way around the library. You guys get breakfast yet?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Guten Morgen, wie geht es Ihnen?" Bean nods to Shannon and Andrea, feet coming together in what would surely have been a clack of the heels if it hadn't been stopped in time. Then the greetings continue "Mister Guthrie, good morning.." And to the library at large, in a vague direction. "Und guten Morgen fur Sie, Herr Wagner." Gwendolyn... well, there's an unknown, but Bean faces her and extends a hand, smiling. Kind of. His lips curl into the motion at least. "Sam Morgan, but everyone calls me Bean. Pleasure to meet you."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles at Andrea. "Bonne matin, madamoiselle. Comment ca-va?" Oh yes, that blush deepens, and she coughs lightly. "Yes, just fleshing out the song a little bit. I think it's one of those things that'll be a work in progress for a while." She grins at Sam and waves, keeping her voice down. "Doing great, big brother, thanks." Mention of breakfast elicits a very embarrassing rumble in her general vicinity. Someone forgot all about it, perhaps? To Samuel, she smiles, and has to think out her reply for a moment, but refuses to allow herself the luxury of looking up the response, instead forcing herself to rely on memory--and praying she gets it right. "Sehr gut danke. Wie geht es Ihnen?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
One could imagine the poor cleaning crew employed by the X-mansion having to put up with footprints high on walls, ceilings, undersides of shelves, and dust being tracked all over in case they miss something. Gwendolyn remains quiet - separate from the now growing group - unsure of what to say or think or do in this situation. Everyone's a part of the group and, for the longest time, she wasn't, so it's tough for her to slip in so easily. With time, perhaps, but for now...not yet. She shakes her head in the negative, giving Andrea a wave and a small smile back. "No, not yet. I had a croissant earlier, so I'm not starving. As far as the library? I'm...just exploring" She looks around, not to the ceiling, and settles down on the chair nearest to where she was, flipping open one of the stacked books on the table to read the cover so she can use that as an excuse to bury herself in text.. Oxford Textbook of Medicine. Woah, heavy reading, there. next one? Treatise on Natural Philosophy. One can almost visibly see her eyes rolling through her goggles as she slumps back in the seat. Guess she'll have to chat.

"Hello." She says quietly, extending her hand to shake Bean's extended one, pumping it twice, the slight girl having quite a bit of strength in her grip that she's certainly holding back. "Bonjou, mesye." She slips into Creole, since he's doing German. "Non mwen se Gwendolyn."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Ou je peux faire le Français, si vous préférez. Pas Allemand." Gwendolyn adds after a moment.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Angenehmer Morgen alle" Kurt states in general, though the sudden shift in languages causes a brow to raise, slightly before he comments - "Bonjour à vous aussi, mademoiselle. J'espère que vous pardonnerez mon accent - je suis sûr que je suis en train de massacrer une grande partie des prononciations." He is. He has no accent for French. At all, let alone creole. But he lands on the floor in a hunch, tucked in, instinctively still which allows the light to fade around him and the shadow to creep in.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to t he group, and says "You know if ah did not know better, Ah would think Ah waked into a foreign movie, need to find someone with subtitles as a mutant ability Ah think. He looks to Gwendolyn, and says "Ok, caught about half that at least." He admit. He looks to Gwendolyn, and says "You have met Andrea, and Shannon, Ah believe , and Sam here is well Sam as he said, and this is Professor Kurt Wagner." He does pull out a small electronic device offering it to Gwendolyn "The Image inducer Ah mentioned yesterday. Ah can help you set it up if you want to make it a bit more specific, set he default to a computer aged version of a picture of you when you were younger. Kurt, or Dr. McCoy would be the ones to talk to if you want to make tweaks to it or have any questions about it. By the way you ok witth Gwen or prefer Gwendolyn fully?

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Ah, bonjour mademoiselle Gwendolyn. Permittez-mois à vous souhaiter une bonne journé et de vous acqueiller à l'école Xavier." The accent Bean rattles that off in has a southern lilt, getting very close to Occitan but never quite going there. Kurt gets a nod and a smile "Let's be honest, when do we get a chance to practice?". It's only then that he turns back to Andrea and Shannon, giving the latter an encouraging smile as well. "Es geht mich, danke."

Rage has posed:
"Je ne me sens pas tres special maintenant de voir comment tout le monde parle francais." Andrea says as she gives a lopsided grin at all the French being lobbed back and forth. "Good morning Professor Wagner. Hey Guthrie." She says to the pair of professors with a grin and a dip of her head upwards. Flopping down into a cushiony chair, she sinks into it and folds one leg over the other as her backpack is put down in front of her. "You fitting in okay?" She asks Gwen curiously. "If you need a tour guide, I'm free all day. I don't mind walking you about and showing you the cool parts of the school."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn smiles at Kurt. Normally a blue furred person tumbling down from the ceiling while speaking German would be considered a reason to panic, here it's just a standard Tuesday morning. "Not too terribly bad. I grew up learning from people who spoke swamp creole, so your accent isn't as bad as some of the ones I've heard."

Samuel Guthrie, and his image transducer, are accepted with both hands. This little bit of technology is the thing that, if she were home, would allow her to have a normal life - as long as the batteries held out. She bobs her head in thanks and clutches it to her chest, tucking it away in a pocket to be tested later. "Thank you, bon ami. An' Gwendolyn, Gwenny, Gwen, or hey you works just fine. Can't be that many Gwendolyns running around up here, right?"

The chair that Gwendolyn chose was the one that Andrea sat next to, so she doesn't have to turn very much to converse. "Not like a round peg, but okay. I mean...I kind of feel like an outsider, lots of times, looking in. Not sure how to best take part in things. Integrate. That's the word I was looking for. Now that I have this..." She taps the pocket with the inducer. "I might be able to fit in more. Finding something a little smaller than these goggles, though? That's my next goal."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon stifles a giggle at Sam's comment about needing subtitles. "I know, right? Sort of thought that the first few times I heard Herr Wagner speaking German, then thought it might be nice for him to be able to speak the language with someone. Even if they were pretty lousy at it, aside from the more... colorful aspects." Though she didn't mention that some of said words, she had picked up from the source! No, that only gets a mischievous little smile for Kurt, backed up by that impish twinkle in her eyes.

She smiles over at Gwendolyn and tilts her head, listening to the slightly less than familiar sound of Creole. "I could piece together some of that, but it definitely had a bit of a different cadence there. We'll have to all of us work on a language none of the professors speak yet, hmm?" Oh yes, fun times ahead, much mischief to be had amongst students! "Hey... when I got here, I felt like an outsider, too. Sometimes I still do. Trust me, you're not alone."

Shannon smiles over at Bean, her cheeks somehow turning new and interesting shades of rosy pink. She offers her hand, palm upwards, though having to flex some of the stiffness from her fingers.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Nodding to his introduction, Kurt, looks from face to face and then back to the woman with Antennae, "He is right that I can help with the image inducer... I've been moving away from using them - but they can be useful in emergencies." admitting as he huddles there, trying to follow the conversations at hand - while still adding.
    "We have a few people around the mansion here who may be able to help with the goggle issue too, especially if Forge isn't busy."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "We could just make it difficult for all of us and collectively learn Esperanto." Leave it to Bean to come out with something like that. He takes Shannon's hand and gives it a quick squeeze before letting it go again, hands then coming to rest behind his back. "I might be able to help with tweaks to the image inducer." And to that he quickly adds "Entirely in an unofficial capacity. I've learned a little while ago that they're not immune."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"If it werent for these..." Gwendolyn's antenna wiggle without her touching them, showing that she has a little concious control of their direction and movement. "I could probably get away with some custom sunglasses and some earplugs to keep the sound down." She looks around hesitantly for a second, pushes herself up, and slaps the lightswitch on the wall, sending the spot in the library that they're in into darkness, crossing her legs in the seat she's chosen, reaching up and slowly flipping her goggles up, letting the gathered group see why she wears the goggles. She has eyes, by definition, but instead of the usual that might be expected, her eyes are insect-like and glassy, with multiple lenses, barely hidden by her eyelids when she blinks, almost too large for her head. "It just is so bright without these, y'know?"

Rage has posed:
"It's a shame that we even have to hide what we look like." Andrea says with a sigh. "Hopefully one day we can get past all of that and be accepted. But, while you're here in the mansion, you can rock out with your fur out." She says to Gwen with a smile. "Maybe someone like Mister Forge can work on making contacts for you. That would be really cool." She gives a bit of a stretch, watching the going ons between Shannon and Sam for a moment before she looks back to Gwen. At the sight of her eyes, she pauses. ".. maybe contacts won't work after all." She says with a frown.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon ooo's softly at the sight of Gwendolyn's eyes, and smiles brightly. "Wow. Those are beautiful. I mean, seriously beautiful, like they're gems Someone Upstairs cut just for you." She's content to squeeze Bean's hand briefly, her smile taking on a softer quality as she glances over at him, before turning her attention back to the rest of the group. "That -is- a point of curiosity. Just how far can these image inducers be pushed? What are they capable of and what can't they do? Are they limited to humanoid forms or no?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmm and says "Ah was going to offer a pair of my old goggles, but not sure if they would be tinted enough or ya, or big enough not to irritate your eyes, but I am sure, we can find something you like and fit you well. We have gotten a bit used to finding items to suit peoples special needs, they were doing it since the begining of the school.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Nope." Gwendolyn says to Andrea sadly, wincing at the intensity of light coming from the part of the library that's not in darkness. Satisfied that everyone has seen what she's hiding, Gwendolyn settles her goggles back into place over her eyes and flicks the switch back on. "The goggles and earplugs aren't a fashion choice, I promise. Without them, I can't really function. It's either too bright, too loud, or both. Before I figured out how to cut it down, I was stuck in bed with a pillow over my head and my eyes closed, or moving only at night. And I appreciate it, Samuel. Really, I do. I'll just see if something can be figured out to allow me to use what I've got without blasting my senses to oblivion when I do use them."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The sudden jump up and hitting the lights makes Bean jump just a bit, grabbing his own wrist behind his back with slightly greater force. Breathe.

    "I have to concur with Shannon. The world would actually look quite a bit brighter if more people had eyes like yours. Have you considered wrap around shooting glasses? There's a few brands of tactical goggles I can recommend for coverage and color clarity." And, of course, they wouldn't look terribly out of place outside. Those would actually be a fashion statement. "As for how far the image inducer can go, I'm happy to help people find out."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Golden eyes blinking slowly and studying Gwen's own when she flicks off the light (I could be clear blue skies in the dim as far as he was concerned. "Sam I think we can make a special request with Scott und Charles about taking her down to the D-R to perhaps help her begin getting some of her abilities with hearing better under control?" looking back to Gwen now, "I'm sorry I am unsure of what we can do for your light sensitivity, but I will poke around for something more comfortable for you to wear, ja?" sitting up with a look of concentration on his face as he is clearly rummaging his thoughts before just rushing off.
    "As for what Bean is offering - trust me, you'll find few experts on it besides Forge, myself und Doctor McCoy -- but then Hank does not use them so much anymore, hurts his activism appearance."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles, settling back to listen to the rest of the group, more than happy just to have her friends around. Her hand lingers on the little mini keyboard on the arm of the chair, but so far, she does not seem as actively involved in whatever she was doing previously. As she looks at each one of them, her smile grows a little bit wider. How could she have been so fortunate as to be here, and to come to know each as friends, perhaps even family?

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Eyes covered again, the lights in the library are switched back on with a muffled click, the flourescents flickering into life one after another after another until the room is brilliantly lit again. "Andrea's hotline said this place could help, so that's all that I'm hoping for. Help first. Education second. The rest of Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs in there somewhere."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Ah need to get her down for proper test of her abilities as well, so we have the base line for improvement." He admit "Ah talked to Logan also about talking to Gwe." He looks over to her "Another of our ..professors." He pauses bit on that word. "He has enhanced senses as well, just no to the level of yours.

Rage has posed:
As she listens, Andrea doesn't have much to add to the conversation. At times she taps along on her phone in her hands, sending off a message or two, checks social media, frowns at social media, closes her social media, then goes back to sending another text.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon pipes up, with something of an amused grin. "He's also what one could describe as very... direct. Down to earth. No-nonsense. If the man sees a spade, he'll call it a spade." She smiles to herself, musing for a moment. "But he's a good one, under all that. I'd listen to him."

She smiles over at Andrea, tilting her head slightly. "So when's the next meeting of the glee club? Hope it's soon... been looking forward to it ever since you mentioned it to me the other day."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "The only bit of that pyramid the school doesn't cover fully is self expression at the very top. You have to work on that yourself." Sam-Bean smiles, although his ghost of a smile had flickered when Kurt had seemed to dismiss his offer of assistance. Now his eyes are no longer meeting those of anyone else, always just over someone's shoulder, looking off into the middle distance. "I'm looking forward to meeting Professor Logan myself."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "You can call Logan what he is here, he's security. If they have him teaching..." Kurt gives a shudder at the thought and after a moment there is a little BAMF! and a tiny... naked... adorable version of himself appears, offering Kurt a notepad and pen.
    "Danke."
    "BAMF!!" BAMF! and it's gone again... and Kurt is making notes about something to himself, lips drawn in a line.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "He is teaching hand to hand and self defense, AH believe. Plus, there are a few of the students who can learn a bit more from him. He looks to Sam and says "Ah did ask him to talk to you as well, Ah believe he may have a outlook on your history that he maybe able to share with you and help you out some.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods and chuckles a little bit. "Actually haven't been minding that class so much. IF I can stay out of the ficken medbay long enough!" She rolls her eyes and laughs a little bit. "Just... the rest of ya try to not get hurt so much, okay?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Shannon. Language." Kurt frowns a bit, eyes cutting over to her sharply. "I don't care what language you use. Language." sniffing at her with a brow raised slightly - clearly disapproving.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"You were in the medbay, Shannon?" Gwendolyn perks up a little. "And Andrea, what's this about a glee club? I saw the posters around school but since I'm not in classes, I didn't know if it applied to me to join."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "You absolutely want Shannon in your glee club, Andrea. Stimme eines Engels." And Bean has said that before, but he'll repeat it, staying now on the fringes of conversation.

Rage has posed:
"I want anyone who wants to join in the Glee Club. Everyone has a place." Andrea says as she glances up from her phone. "It's flexible dates, but mostly Friday's at three-thirty after classes. I'm doing Rock of Ages for our first production. It's just about finding your inner voice, whether it's on pitch or not. It's fun. Chill. Judgement free zone." She tucks her hair back behind her ear. "Anyone can come and sing, or play instruments, or help with decorations and staging."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon turns flame red and hides her face at Bean's compliment. "Says he with the heart of gold." She grins a bit sheepishly at Kurt. "Entschuldigung. But in fairness, between you and Logan, it's a little hard not to pick up the... finer points of the language." She coughs a little and smiles at Gwendolyn. "You're part of the school, right? Even though they haven't got you set up for classes. Doesn't mean you can't join in other things, too. With Andrea's voice and guitar... Megan with her voice... me on piano or flute, and maybe singing... Jay on guitar and voice... you and your violin... we'll have one heck of a band going." Her smile's a bit rueful, and she nods. "Yeah, three times that week. Can't get into details, but well... it wasn't pretty."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "And Ah think you got the right Guthrie in the club, Ah will come by and listen, but yea, Ah don't care to make the rest of you suffer enough for me to join in." He jokes a bit He hmms and says "You think you can use the glee club in your Drama classes Kurt?""

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "One: Logan hardly stops cursing. He's not a good example. Two: I was having shards of crystal that were eating into my skin like acid being pulled out. I was not fully responsible for gut reactions. When you're having burning shards of crystal from your body... have at." Kurt looks then to Samuel, "Ja, we could use glee with drama. We're doing Cyrano - and I'm sure some of the glee singers would be a help in places, atmosphere und such."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"That...that does not sound pleasant. The shards of crystal thing." Gwendolyn glances to Shannon with her lack of facts and then to Kurt with his interesting bits that he can share, and each paint quite a different picture of 'what in the hell went on here?' Something to do with the explosion in the Wellness office, perhaps? She may never know. Or she might and then wish she hadn't.

"There's a drama club here, too? Lord...it's like a real school. 'Cept full of mutants." Gwendolyn snickers. "Could think of worse places to be."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "It's a relatively rare thing to happen." Bean mentions quickly towards Gwendolyn, knowing full well what it was like when he just joined the school. Granted, he had his own difficulties to deal with, but some concerns are universal, surely? "I've only known a few people to get slightly injured while I've been here. Unfortunately Shannon's gifts and her kind heart mean she's more likely to have it happen to her." Nope, he's still not looking at anyone.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins wide. "Oh yes. Drama club's a new thing this semester, I believe. Herr Wagner was kind enough to volunteer to take it on. Really, you couldn't ask for better." When she catches that look of curiosity on Gwen's face, she just shakes her head. "I think this time, if you wanted to know more, I'll have to refer you to miss Pryde or Mr. Summers. It's up to them how much they disclose or not." Her smile is a rueful one, and she shrugs lightly. "Bean's right, though. The nature of my healing gifts unfortunately has a way of landing me in there. So please... try not to get hurt too much?"

Rage has posed:
"I suspect there will be a lot of students crossing over between clubs. Mine is just for fun. Nothing too serious. It keeps the vocal chords warm." Andrea says as she glances back down at her phone, tapping away at it with her thumbs. "And people get hurt at normal school too. We just do it a lot more creatively here, but in the end we get patched up and it's all good. I think combat is an extracurricular so you don't need to take those as a class. You can just do the standard general courses to get through high school. But it is good exercise."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Ah need to talk to Jean and Scott and make sure at least a basic self defense is on the course load for everybody consider it a PE class or something. Don't have to be good at fighting or like it, but knowing enough to get you a chance to get out of a bad situation is a good thing.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "I would request to be excused that class for obvious reasons." Sam-Bean mentions to older Sam, as almost an off hand distracted comment. Wherever his mind has gone, it's not here.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I'm also not comfortable with a self defense class as a regular subject..." Kurt looks up from where the shadows have darkened around him. He hasn't moved, so his connection to the Brimstone dimension is playing havoc with the lights around him.
    "Self defense should be an elective... at best."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon reaches out to hold Sam-Bean's hand, squeezing it gently. She doesn't say a word, and doesn't need to--only offer a gentle smile. "If they can't excuse you from that class, I'll go with you." She glances over to Kurt and inclines her head. "And given my propensity for winding up in the medbay... probably not a bad idea in my case. Get myself and possibly teammates out of a bad situation before they need a healer to begin with."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Well, one of the advantages I have is that I can take a pop, now and again. Luckily it doesn't happen much - I've gotten good at avoiding them. And growing up where I did, I learned how to punch back against the boys that thought they could bully a little girl likle me." Gwendolyn grins, rocking in her seat a little, watching Shannon hold hands with Sam-bean, distracted by the roiling shadows surrounding Kurt. "I'm here. Just give me classes and I'll go."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well, maybe electives best, Ah just don't want one of the kids to be out somewhere, and someone jump them and them not be able to defend themselves. You know someone tries starting something it is better if the kids know how to make a well place punt kick rather than blasting them across town."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bean's hand grips Shannon's, and his smile fades utterly until his lips are nothing but a thin line of suppressed... something. A deep breath precedes the clearing of that very stern visage, and the grip relaxes. He makes sure that what he says next comes out with the most perfect enunciation he can manage, turning his head to look at Older Sam. "If anyone feels worried to go outside, for fear of being attacked, I will happily escort them wherever they want to go."

Nightingale has posed:
While she recognizes just how serious Sam-Bean is about his offer, she can't help squeezing his hand gently, a light teasing tone to her voice. "I'll remember that." She leans in to whisper something to him briefly, looking perhaps a bit more serious.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "But even if they don't use their abilities for self defense they get called the aggressor for fighting back." Kurt sighs at that, eyes narrowing and his arms folding around his legs.
    "It's a good thought, I've had it to, Sam... But ultimately the best defense is run. Run and get away. Let them think we're cowards - they won't know how lucky they were that they survived, ja?"

Rage has posed:
"I have a security detail that I've hired for when I go outside and so far the only ones who's really taken shots at me is the Friends of Humanity and The Reavers who I believe was taken care of awhile ago." Andrea says as she taps along the glass of her phone, sending out another round of texts. "But I'm more than willing to chaffeur anyone out and about with my team if they don't feel comfortable. My bodyguard, James, is an excellent marksman and an ex Navy Seal. He's really good with tactical planning. My mother hand picked him."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Oh yes, Bean is still very much aware that there's something that still needs to be done, but after the squeeze he gently extricates his hand again. Now he clasps his hands behind his back, right wrist held in his left hand with a rigidity of pose that is very deliberate. "As Herr Wagner points out, anyone looking like a mutant fighting back will be grist on the mill of those with a certain mindset. I have the advantage of not looking like an obvious mutant, and you know that I won't let any harm come to any of the students." He stays very vague about any potential attackers though. Andrea gets a nod. "I wouldn't mind meeting your bodyguard." Because paranoia is a thing, and he needs to exclude a certain possibility.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
This is getting intense now, all the talk about not fighting back or, in the case of Bean, volunteering to be one of the people that does the fighting back in case of any sort of prejudice would cause. Gwendolyn goes quiet, slipping back into her chair, pulling the philosophy book into her lap and leafing through it mindlessly, trying to not think about what might happen if she were put into a life or death situation.

It might happen. Doesn't mean she wants it to.

"Can we talk about drama and glee club again? It was nicer than this."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well Ah was thinking more if someone got caught unprepared, and more to take a cheap shot so they could get away more than beat them down, even if they deserve it." He clarifies. Then his phone beeps, and he looks down "Sorry guys looks like I need to take care of some club business. He offers a smile and says "See ya'll later take care.""

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs softly and nods, the smile gone from her face. She says little out loud if anything at all, only glancing at the older of the two Guthrie brothers. "Hey, no being a stranger, you. Who knows, the glee club gets something good going, we might even be able to play down at the club one night." She glances back at Sam-Bean, and smiles a little bit.

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Looking over to Gwen, Andrea's expression softens for a moment. "I can do one better. How 'bout I sing you all a song? Show you guys a little something to look forward to when you guys come to club?" She says as she pushes herself up to her feet, smoothing down her shirt. "I can do a piece from the set I'm putting together?"

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    "If any of us get caught unprepared, instinct lends to us using our abilities - so the point is more or less rendered null. But I hope you take care Sam." Kurt nods and looks back to the others. "We are taking auditio-" looking to Andrea, "Club?" head tilting to one side. Kurt + Clubs... Not really a mix. But he doesn't say anything further, simply flips his hair from his eyes and studies Andrea as she preps herself.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn pulls her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them, and listens. While a library may not be the best place for an impromptu concert, what is the librarian going to do?

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    "Clearly I've caused upset, my apologies." Bean mentions with a semi-formal bow. Hands still clasped behind his back, he turns away from the group and heads towards the exit, lights above him flickering momentarily.

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"You certainly have -not- caused upset!" Closing her laptop hastily and gathering her things together, Shannon moves to head out after him... but he's a little too fast. She hopes Kurt's hearing is not as good as she suspects it might be, as a few colorful pieces of vernacular escape her beneath her breath.

Rage has posed:
The eyes of Andrea track Samuel for a moment with a concerned look before she turns to the others. If she's about to perform in a library, that doesn't seem to bother her too much. "This one is for you, Gwen." One hand drops down to her side, followed by the snapping of her fingers to create the beat and the pace of this particular song. Though she is known for her popstar voice and choreography, in this moment, she shows off exactly 'what' made her a star so many years ago. Her voice is soulful, emotional.

"You say, Oooh girl, it's a cold world!
When you keep it all to yourself.
I said, you can't hide on the inside,
All the pain you... ever felt,
You better ransom my heart, but baby don't look back,
Cause' we got nobody else.

"We're running with the shadows of the night!
So baby take my hand, it'll be all right!
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight!
They'll come true in the end!"

And with just like that, Andrea switches songs without losing the beat or the pace, as if she was able to slip from one 80's icon to another.

"I'm gonna harden my heart!
I'm gonna swallow my tears!
I'm going to turn and leave you here!

Darlin' in my wildest dreams, you never had a clue!
But it's time you got the news!

I'm running with the shadows of the night!
So baby take my hand, it'll be all right!
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight!
They'll come true in the end!"

As the song comes down from her bit of a mashup, her fingers continue to snap as the last words ring out in the library in an echo, hanging for a few seconds.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
The librarian, sitting behind her desk near the entrance, simply clears her throat and looks over her glasses at the gathered group for a brief moment, holding Andrea's gaze before going back to her book.

Gwendolyn smiles to herself listening to the song and the echoes bouncing around the library, clapping quietly when all is said and done. "Beautiful. Just goes to show you've got the pipes. I knew I was right when Tommy Boudreaux said you used Autotune." She snickers. "Punched him right in the nose for that."

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Shannon smiles faintly as she listens, but her gaze is still on the door, her brows furrowed. Still, Andrea's performance is brilliant. "That takes some serious talent, to just sing a capella like that. Autotune, my foot."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn was enjoying a free period from classes, and was hoping to catch a few rays of sun in the gardens. However, as she passes by the library, the sweet and familiar voice of Andrea singing catches her attention. "Oooooh.." wings flutters excitedly as she darts towards the library, following the sound of that wonderful voice. "Is there a concert going on..? So pretty! Hiii!!" she waves enthusiastically towards those gathered, although the majority of her attention is focused upon Andrea and her lovely voice.

Rage has posed:
Smiling, Andrea gives the tiniest of bows. "Thank you guys." She says with a flush of her cheeks. "That's what the Glee Club is going to be all about. Music from the heart, passion, emotions. I'd love to have any of you guys come and hang out with me and sing and make music. I really hate autotune and I know a few of my songs have it for specific purposes, but for me, these songs, from Rock of Ages, is like.. the best music of all time." She lifts her hand and waves to Megan and grins. "No, no concert. Just trying to cheer people up and have a bit of fun." She gives the librarian a sheepish look, then settles back into her chair.

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Kurt Wagner seems to have drifted off in his thoughts though his head bobbed to the music. Blinking when it stops his head comes up, the movement dispelling his shadows and Kurt looks to Andrea, "You know there are players in Cyrano, perhaps you might be interested in working with the play, ja?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a bit as she listens to Megan and Andrea, but adds little, other than to wave to Megan. She glances about, listening to the various conversations around her. "This should be interesting... though frankly I've little chance in the auditions next to talent like there is in this room. Won't stop me from trying, though!"

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"I don't know..." Gwendolyn says, her tone unsure. "Let me at least get my feet wet with classes, whenever they start, and then we'll see about clubs and the like. I'll come watch Cyrano, though. Okay?" A compromise with Kurt as she pushes herself to her feet, her stomach growling. "I'm going to go get something to eat..." And then she pauses. A new player has arrived! "Oh, hello there. I'm Gwendolyn." Megan gets a shy wave from the goggled-girl.

Rage has posed:
"You're in luck, because there is no auditions in Glee Club. Everyone will have a chance to solo or duet a song or two in production. As long as they're comfortable with it of course. If singing isn't their thing, they can learn an instrument, or they can work on the stage and help with costumes. I want Glee to be something anyone can just jump in and get wet with. We can't compete with other schools obviously, so there is no point in competing with each other." Andrea says as she pokes at her phone again, then holds it up for a selfie with a pair of fingers in a peace sign. Click. "Sending that one to mom." She explains sheepishly, then looks to Kurt with a nod. "I would love to help to be in your play, as long as I don't get a leading role. Just something small. I'd rather someone like Shannon or Gwen or Megan here stand out in something like that. Maybe Shannon and Bean can play the role of Cyrano and Roxanne." She teases, lobbing a grin towards Shannon.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon opens her mouth as if to say something to Andrea, her face going beet red within the space of a few heartbeats. Instead, she closes it, and lets out an outraged squeal, picking up a pillow from the chair and chucking it at the other girl. "You're horrible!!!!" But she's giggling, and not exactly denying the appeal of the idea....

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn ooohs, "You're creating a Glee club? That's sooo cool! Okay, sign me up, I wanna join ,and improve my music skills. I already know how to sing and play piano and guitar. But i'd like to improve my skills. That would be just perfect!" she beams, "Oh my gosh, I LOVEd Rock of Ages! That was sooo Lush!" she peers at Kurt curiously, "Cyrano? What's that about? Sounds fun..." As she approaches, Megan, smiles and nods to Gwendolyn. "Hii! I'm Megan. Nice to meet you! Gwendolyn. That's such a romantic name..I love it!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Cyrano and Roxanne actually... well. That will be for the play and the participants ja?" Kurt chuckles while trying to work his phone, looking frustrated as he hen-peck taps with his tail.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn giggles and pokes Shannon playfully with a fingertip, flopping back down into her seat to rejoin the conversation. She's watching Kurt type with two thumbs and a tail - which is pretty frickin' sweet - and grinning a little, nodding to Megan. "Nice to meet you too, Megan. I'm fairly new here so...get used to seeing me around, I guess?" She shrugs one shoulder.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon pokes Gwendolyn right back and rolls her eyes. "Don't you start, too..." Her large, feathery wings wrap around in front of her to hide her face like a cocoon, and she groans a little bit. There were disadvantages to wearing one's heart on one's sleeve, and this was one of them!

"Hi, Megan! How's it going?" She pauses, listening, and grins a bit wider still. "Hey, is there any chance I could get you or Andrea to maybe teach me a little guitar sometime? Even if I only ever manage one or two songs, I'd be happy with that."

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"Sure, I'd love to teach guitar. I'm not amazing at it, but I do okay. Mason though is the real guitarist though. He's crazy good." Andrea glances down at her phone as it chimes, then sighs. "Okay, I need to get to my next class. Gonna cut me open a baby pig." She says as she hops to her feet, tucking her phone into her pocket and waves as she heads off. "See you guys later! We should all get together for a sleepover. I haven't had one of those since I was nine."

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Megan Gwynn smirks, "Well, I'm not that great at guitar. I'm still learning really..Andrea would probs be better at that. She chuckles at the pokes at Shannon "Soo, you and 'Bean' are hitting it off huh? Why'd they call him Bean, anyways..?" Megan does peer at Kurt curiously as he uses his tail to type. "That's sooo cool..By the way, thanks a lot for that totally gruelling practice in the danger room the other day. I was actually wondering if you could help me with my teleporting sometime, since I'm still trying to get the hang of it..." When Andrea heads out, she smiles and waves. "See you soon!"

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    "Das ist lächerlich. Ich brauche einen gestrahlt Smartphone Stylus zu bekommen..." Kurt sighs as he tucks his phone again blinking as he realizes he was being watched and looking up to Megan from where he crouches. "Oh! I. Gern geschehen, meine Liebe." bowing his head slightly before he adds. "I would be happy to help with your teleportation, thought I expect it is vastly different from my own talent, no?"

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Shannon rolls her eyes and chuckles. "Sleepover, huh? Haven't had one of those since... oh god, since I was about 7 or 8. I snore. Badly." She smiles at Andrea gratefully, and inclines her head. "Hey, don't go knocking your own talent there, okay? Heck, I'd just be happy to pick up enough to manage something like 'House of the Rising Sun', maybe a few other songs. You know, the classics."

Shannon retrieves the pillow she chucked at Andrea, only to fling it in Megan's direction next, giggling. "Yeah, I guess so. Not unhappy about it, but we'll see how that goes. Oh, it's 'Bean' because there's two Sam's now, and it seems 'Bean' is the nickname he picked up from Doug and Sam."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn stands up again, now that she's introduced herself to Megan, brushes invisible dust off, and waves. "I'm going to get something to eat. A croissant does not make a great breakfast for a growing girl, after all. Come by the kitchen if you want a po'boy or something."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon perks up. "Oooo... a po'boy? I am -SO- there! Please please tell me you mean a shrimp po'boy?" Oh yes, it's plain she means to corner the girl in short order, and talk shop. Hmmmm, should they be worried about the future state of the kitchen now or later?

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn stares blankly at Kurt as he mumbles in German. "......Oh. I err...See!" she shrugs, "Dunno, all I know if that we're both teleporters and it would be good to get tips from a fellow porter." glancing at Shannon, Megan shrugs and grins, "Heey, sleepover sounds fun! Who cares if you snore? I probably do too!" and then she gets hit by incoming pillow and she eeps, stumbling back a bit but catching it, tossing it back at Shannon, "Silly! I think a sleepover would be fuuun!" she scratches her head, "still, I don't get it. He doesn't look like a bean..." as Gwen gets ready to leave, Megan waves at her as well. "Heeey, let's do some flying some time too! Your wings are soo awesome!"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins at Megan, retrieving the pillow and setting it back down on the chair, straightening up her place for the next person to enter the library. She gathers her laptop and various necessities for music, stuffing them into her laptop bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "I should go get something to eat. Maybe all of us winged ones ought to have a race while the weather's still good for it outside. Winner gets bragging rights, dead last winds up with dishes for a week?" Laughing a little bit, she heads out the door, to seek out sustenance, and who knows what else....