Owner	Pose
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie would have told Alexis he will show her part of the school that she will have to be cleared to come to alone, but she can be there with him. He has also asked Gwendolyn and Shannon to come with them as well. In the elevator, he will tell Gwen. "We need to get a baseline on your powers, and today will taking you to a room that is used for that and more. Ah have asked Shannon to come with us to reassure you a bit after recent thing with the missunderstandings around the New mutants. This is where they train, but being here and does this does not mean you will have to be one. This is more for us to get a guideline to where we can help you with your powers as we go.
Shannon	It's been surprisingly rare for Shannon to get a call to come down to the danger room. Too infrequently for her liking. So when the opportunity came, well, she slipped into her bumblebees, tied her hair up in a bun at the back of her head--even the blue braid--and heads on down to join Sam. There was actually a bit more confidence to her walk, bordering on a stride, as she slips into the elevator. "Hey there, Gwendolyn." She smiles to Sam and Alexis as well--and makes silly kissing sounds at them. She also begins to hum, 'Love In An Elevator', an impish little gleam in her eyes.
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn was on her way to the music room when she was sidetracked by Samuel Guthrie and now found herself in a relatively inconspicuous elevator in a corner of the mansion she hadn't exactly gotten to explore fully. That was probably for the best, considering the potential secrecy of the New Mutants and all that it entailed - you can't have people wandering downstairs where the danger is and expect it to be kept secret, can you? "That's fine." She said, clutching her violin case to her chest. "I wish you had given me a little more time to drop off my case and put on some clothes that would be better for working out in." She's in her usual outfit of jeans, boots, and bulky sweater with a T-shirt underneath but, in a pinch, she can show off what she can do in that. A little bit, at least. Shannon's appearance in the black and yellow outfit Andrea showed off hanging in her closet got a roll of her eyes but, thanks to the visor, it's fairly well hidden. If it were Andrea, she'd consider this showing off, but with Samuel here, and Shannon, and...a person she hadn't really met very much just yet...it becomes a little more serious.
Alexis Carr	Alexis, now provisionally hired as a teacher by the headmisstress, turns to face Sam in the elevator, and she gives a small shrug, "Well, I mean, we spoke briefly about the hwole superhero thing..." she trails off a moment, and then looks over to Gwendolyn. They'd met, briefly, in the kitchen once. "Ah, a musician as well? Violin? Excellent choice. Do you have a favorite piece?" she inquires quietly, "I have extra rosin in case they don't make trips to a soppe nearby..."     "This place is like the TARDIS." she reflects in a quiet manner as she looks to Sam, and she steps out of the elevator. She's adjusting a couple of things, and then she points at Shannon.     "Careful, I've already had a meeting with Ms. Grey." she states, "I'm a teacher now, Miss Lance." she jokes,
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie will look over to Gwendolyn and says "We will have a uniform like Shannon's for you to change into while your being tested so we can monitor your bio readings as your going through the tests." He leads them towards the Danger room through the hallways. He will move to a hidden cabinet, and opens it. He will get a folded uniform out, and offers it to Gwendolyn, and says "Shannon can take you to the locker room, where you can change and meet us inside. This will be yours and Miss Caradenza's first time experiencing this room so Ah will be showing you some of it's capabilities before we start your tests.
Shannon	Shannon grins from ear to ear at Alexis. "Okay. You, me, we've got to talk shop sometime, over a snack of fish fingers and custard." She's drumming her fingers on the wall of the elevator, in a quick rhythm of four. /Tap-tap-tap-tap/. "Oooo! Ms. Grey's really a wonderful sort, isn't she? Just wait till you meet Ms. Munroe, if you haven't already, and Mr. McCoy. Or Kurt." Turning to Gwen, she smiles. "I think you're going to really like it down here. I remember my first trip down, it really blew my mind away. Doug was in there running some sort of village simulation, but all I remember is the rings Sam put in the air like an agility course to test my flight, on agility and speed. Speaking of..." She glances over at Sam. "Could we do a rings run sometime soon? I think my speed's been getting better, but it's been a while since the last time it was clocked." Grinning, she guides Gwendolyn and Alexis both to the locker room to get changed. She does take a moment to take Gwendolyn aside and smiles. "It was a very proud day for me when I got my bumblebees," she tells the other girl, as she holds out the uniform to her. "I hope it's remembered the same for you, too."
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn's violin case has seen many, many miles. It's sturdy, sure, but threadbare in places, with judicious application of duct tape and bumper stickers to hold the whole thing together. She's particularly fond of the one that says 'Violin or Fiddle - the difference is ATTITUDE!' and, in the time it takes the elevator to head down, she nods to Alexis. "Well...not professionally trained, but...yeah. I can play pretty well. My favorite is Zydeco Gris Gris by Beausoleil, or Lee Highway Blues by Michael Cleveland." She scuffs her toe on the polished floor of the elevator. "Mostly just...Bluegrass music you can dance to." When they reach the bottom of the elevator and the doors swish open to reveal a futuristic-looking hallway that leads off, spider-like, in multiple directions, there's a twist of uncertainty in her belly but, going bravely forward, Gwendolyn follows Shannon to the locker room to get changed into her own temporary set of yellow and black. The words that are shared are taken solemnly. "These are just temporary, though. I won't know if I'll get them for a long time, yet." Which is true. There's no auto-invite to the New Mutants, as far as she knows. She liked to joke, back home, that she wasn't rich or white enough to be a part of any of the rumored secret societies but now, it seems, she might have a chance. Slipping out of her clothes and into the uniform, Gwendolyn takes a moment to look at herself in the provided mirror. "These are called Bumblebees?" Gwendolyn calls out from the changing area, stepping out in the form-fitting bodysuit. "Feels...like I'm naked. Kinda." She rubs her hands over her shoulders and chest, adjusting herself in the uniform and smoothing out the one-size fits all jumpsuit, slips on the provided shoes, and steps out into the world, a little self-concious but willing to give it the old college try.
Alexis Carr	"Ah, fiddle then. That's not a skill I've picked up, but it's been suggested I look into it." she replies friendly-like to Gwendolyn, "Maybe you can show me a little Bluerass, and I'll show you some Vivaldi."     "I've met Dr. McCoy already Shannon, very... interesting gentleman, I look forward to working with him." Alexis -- or rather, Allegra replies to Shannon, and she offers a hand. "Ah, by the way, my secret's somewhat out. My real name is Allegra Caradenza, but you may still address me as Alexis, if you want, and ugh. Fishfingers and custard, turns my stomach at the very thought. May I suggest Jellybabies and perhaps a nice cup of tea" she offers as an compromise and she continues down the way towards the danger room. She noticably does not assume a 'Bumblebee' suit -- she doesn't think it would help. She's in just a T-shirt and jeans for now, though she's removed what little jewelry she wears, slipping her earrings into her pockets.
Illyana Rasputina	The Danger Room is... admittedly, a place that Illyana doesn't spend nearly so much time as one might expected given her ownership of swords. Several swords, including a gorgeous antique katana recently acquired in a raffle. Thank you, luck. But of all the places that the erstwhile, sort-of member of the New Mutants might belong, the Danger Room tends not to be it. But given she practically always proves ready for a fight, ready for a descent in the elevator and a march through goes naturally for the blonde sorceress. Who the heck fights in a -sweater-? Gwen, evidently. Rasputin's descendant, that's who else, too. With no particular explanation of how on she ended up there in the hallway, there she is complete with that lovely sword strapped to her back. One that isn't familiar for any who have seen the Other Pointy One.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie does not seem surprised to find Illyana just there. He smiles "Hey Illyana, your just in time to see a teacher and a students first exposer to the Danger Room. He will offer her a smile, and says "Care to join us, can introduce you to Allegra, let her put a person with the picture she saw earlier."
Shannon	Shannon giggles softly and grins at Gwendolyn. "Mmhmm. Sam told me that's what Doug calls them, so the name stuck. They feel kind of funny the first couple times you wear them but you get used to it." She winks and heads back towards the danger room. "Keep those. You may need them again." As she, Gwendolyn, and Alexis rejoin Sam, she's grinning at Alexis. "Allegra's a pretty name. Very fitting for a musician. And... ohmygodohmygod... JELLY BABIES!" Is that a squee-ing sound from her? Yes, it is! She's all but dancing as the trio heads on back, and... is that a laugh? It is! Thankfully, at least she stops just shy of running into Illyana! "Whoops... hello there!"
Gwendolyn	The uniform fits okay, considering it's a loaner, and the sleeves helpfully shift to allow the spines on her forearms to protrude through slits instead of jabbing through the cloth like they sometimes do if she's not careful with her long sleeved shirts. Gwendolyn looks around the room idly, rubbing one hand over the bicep of the other arm, crossing over her chest, listening and watching, as she often does. "Allegra's a nice name." she agrees, giving Illyana a wave when she sees the woman she owes a debt of thanks to for a perfectly made Cafe Cubano. Shannon's exhuberance about Jelly Babies, whatever those are, earn a chuckle and a shake of Gwen's head as she looks over the danger room. "I'm getting better with flight. Not as quick as Shannon, but I'm getting better. Should I take the wings out or is this how you need me right now?" She spreads her arms, palms facing out at a 45 angle away from her waist. First thought? With some tailoring, she'd look pretty good in black and yellow.
Alexis Carr	The newly minted music assistant blushes slightly as Shannon squeals over the jelly babies; she's not one hundred percent sure of the enthusiasm, but it was appreciated.     She turns when someone new enters the fray, and she smiles, offering a hand to greet Illyana. "Good evening, Miss Illyana." she greets the new lady. the olive-skinned Allegra Caradenza was wearing just jeans and a tee shirt, not one of the 'Bumblebee' suits. "Please excuse Shannon's enthusiasm, apparently she is also a fan of a particular British Time Traveling troublemaker."
Illyana Rasputina	Blonde hair piled up in thick buns pierced by things that would be harmful in a fight, Illyana is otherwise unprepossessing as she can possibly get. Her arms are crossed with a simple state of ease, waiting for the others to arrive. Sam earns a raised brow out of her, but that's about all. The smile is something she greets with a nod. "Da. Allegra?" The name lilts on her tongue easily enough. English should be less statuesque, less graceful where she is involved. One hand rests with relative ease against her side, sliding down to her hip as she watches the gaggle of mutants parade down the hall like a procession of dangerous ducks. So cute, so wickedly dangerous. "Hi." See, very unexciting greeting. Exceptionally straightforward for someone who is very likely to drop the pretenses of dullness the moment doors close behind them. "This it?" she asks, a general question. Shifting slightly, she might almost seem to be shaking off ... it's hard to say what. Laziness? Dolor?
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie nods, and will say "Yup, Allegra is the new music teacher assistant." He seems tempted to say more but decided to try to be a bit professional. "You know Shannon and Gwendolyn I believe. " He will motion towards what looks like a rather normal looking decent sized room with metal walls. "This is the Danger Room, the easiest way Ah have found to describe it, is a holo deck. We can turn this room into most anything and them environment and creatures you can encounter in here will be real to touch, sound, and other senses. There is safety measures to keep you from being hurt in her, bruised, banged up yea, maybe even a minor break if you fall wrong from flying or such, but no major damage to you while your here.
Shannon	Shannon nods slowly as Sam gives his description of the danger room, smiling at Gwendolyn. "Still can't hurt to be careful. It's a very well-named room. Also, coming down here unsupervised, if you're not on a training schedule, is against school rules. I ummmm..." She grins a little sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Well, it turned out okay, it was the day I met Kurt and he was in one of his simulations... a lot of fun that day... but I sort of got the talk from Scott later." She holds back and lets Gwendolyn and Alexis take it all in, while she begins a series of stretches to warm up a bit, wings and all.
Gwendolyn	It's one of those things that, to be fair, seems fantastic. Like something that can't be done yet, everyone here is saying it can be done. "Danger Room. Right on the cover, huh?" Gwendolyn looks over to Samuel, dressed in a borrowed uniform in yellow and black that could do with a little tailoring to fit better, but for today's testing, it'll have to do. "So what're you looking at on me, Samuel?" She asks, rolling her neck back and forth, squatting and stretching, her wings still folded but uncovered, thanks to being without her bulky sweater.
Alexis Carr	"Sounds like precisely what it says on the tin." Allegra replies to the group, and she does her own stretches, rolling her shoulders and looking to Sam. This is all still very, very new to her.
Samuel	"Ronson guarantee." It comes from further down the hall, and then Bean appears from the male locker rooms, dressed in his Bumblebees, except for the combat boots and the fancy looking gloves. It's a similar pair to the ones he gave to Nathaniel. He steps up, rolling his right shoulder to loosen it up, his smile wide enough to be considered a grin. "Best to know what you're getting into, so it's helpfully labeled for your convenience." Then, and only then, does he give a polite nod to all in turn. "Shannon, Illyana, Gwen, Mister Guthrie, Miss Carr. Quite a gathering."
Illyana Rasputina	Who gets to be the clusterfox? Not Illyana. She raises her hand to scruff up her bangs against her forehead, long fingers sliding through the silken strands. Almost immediately those hairsticks start shifting, not just pointy pieces of lacquered wood responsible for keeping her hair in order. A twist and they fork, giving her the impression of wearing a headband inspired by the Bluetooth symbol. "Let's go. Who is manning the booth?" she asks, striding into the middle of the chamber. It dwarfs her the way it should. "I have my song request." Her bare hand scribes a lazy half-moon, leaving a shimmering curtain of stretched, wavering heat around her. Or that simply happens to be the effect, mild distortions playing out.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie looks to the group and motions Alexis to come with him, and says "The first part, is a test for Gwen, we will give her the same tests the rest of us flyers get." He pulls out a tablet, and taps on it, as a course of rings will slide out from roof, floor, and walls. "Let me get a speed check on Miss Gwyn here first, and if she wishes to see more what the room is capable of then you can lead them in a dance Illyana.
Shannon	Shannon grins, recognizing the rings course, and stepping back. "Think you're going to enjoy this, Gwen." It was pure magic, watching a new flyer take on a challenge like this, just as it had been pure magic to help her get her first taste of flight. Crossing her arms, she observes the first run, looking forward to seeing how much Gwen's improved since that first lesson.
Alexis Carr	"Actually, it's --" Allegra pauses, looking between Bean and Sam, then back to Bean and Illyana, to Shannon and Gwendolyn and turns to Sam a moment "I don't suppose we wear nametags for the first week?" she questions with a wry smile, and gives a nod as she follows Sam to the side, curiosity overtaking her.     "So, are there various tests for different powers then? Flight, super strength, psychic prowess?" she questions quietly. "I feel like I should be taking notes."
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn steps into the Danger Room proper after Illyana, expecting her footsteps to echo around the half-moon space but, surprisingly, hears nothing. Illyana's words don't echo, sounds don't echo, nothing. It's like the world extends out a thousand miles in every direction. "I'm...um..." she looks to Shannon and Illyana, standing behind the armed blonde, shoulder-to-shoulder with the angel-winged healer. "So we're not going to be facing real people, but we can get hurt enough to be taught that it isn't worth getting hurt? Got that about right? Once my flight testing is done?" She looks back over at Samuel outside the booth and, politely murmuring 'excuse me' to Illyana, steps around the statuesque blonde and into the center of the room. Her wings, as she moves, quickly unfold with a rolling of her shoulders, snapping out and fluttering behind her. "So..." She bounces on her toes. "Just...through the rings? No gunfire or electricity or anything? You just want me to, like...go?" Her wings flutter, glinting in the light behind her and, when the approval is given, off she goes! Gwendolyn's been working on her endurance and just getting off the ground for the past few weeks. Speed has started to come with endurance and, the first few rings are taken a little carefully, as she learns the way gravity works in here and gets used to the turns. It takes a couple of orbits but she starts picking up speed as she flies, her wings a blur as she dives through rings, using gravity to pick up speed when she's moving from high to low, nearly colliding with a ring when she misjudges it and slams one wing into it, sending her cartwheeling before she regains control. She's decently fast... She definitely could be faster.
Samuel	With a wide smile, Bean nods back to Alexis when she looks at him twice and then steps into the Danger Room, leaving ample space for the real test. Observing from the sidelines, arms crossed, he keeps an eye on Gwendolyn, his smile only widening. "Would you like a soundtrack?"     It's odd. He looks more... quintessentially himself dressed like this, without the baggy clothes and the hoodie he habitually wears. But, and he can't be blind to this, he has to admit that Gwendolyn seems born to rock the black and yellow. Especially with the wings, it just seems... right.
Illyana Rasputina	Sam knows how to manage the technological aspects. Good for everyone, as Illyana looks over her slim shoulder. "Projections, each and every one," she explains in that matter-of-fact tone scarred by the heavier Russian accent than usual. "Do you prefer live targets?" The question is a succinct one, almost a little bit too pointed for good use. Rolling her shoulders, she keeps her fingers poised lightly and tugs on this or that. The heat effect around her falls as a ghostly symphony swells to a succession of broken notes raining down in thick, percussive cracks.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie will record the girls time, and gives a recording, folowing her heartbeat, and life signs. He will record all of this. he sees Illyana, and can judge when she is itching for something more. He looks around, and says "Ok Gwyen, would you like to see or be in a a bit of the type of training the new mutants get for dealing with possible threats to themselves or others?" He looks over and says "You can join in too if you wish hon." to Alexis.
Shannon	Shannon hears the call for training, and keeps her wings in a relaxed but ready pose--not quite tucked in behind her, but not fully outspread, either. Her posture speaks of alertness, her head on a swivel as she glances about the room. With no idea what Sam had planned, it would behoove her to keep her eyes open, and her wings ready to bear her aloft, if she came under fire. "Sam won't let us get seriously hurt, Gwen. He wasn't kidding about his track record, you know." She grins over at Bean, chuckling softly. "Showtime, Techno?"
Gwendolyn	Once Gwendolyn has landed, she makes her way over to where Illyana, Shannon, and Bean stand, the room shifting visibly around her so they're all somewhat in the center instead of near the edge like before. She looks over at the control room with Sam and Alexis hanging out behind thick glass and swallows nervously. The system will definitely detect a spike in Gwendolyn's heartbeat when danger is offered. "Let's...um." She looks to Shannon and Illyana, a smirk appearing. "I figure if I'm going to get into a fight, it's worth having an angel on one shoulder and a valkyrie on the other. Besides." She looks to Shannon with a determined expression. "I've got to see if I can handle it. I don't even know what else I can do other than the wings and stuff. This might show something else."
Alexis Carr	"I think this once I will sit this out and get a better sense of what I'm getting myself into." the brunette with the olive skin replies, turning back to Sam as she tucks her hands behind her, eyebrows rising as she looks to the very, very prepared Illyana and Shannon, her lips pursing. She steps back, and looks at the tablet Sam's holding out of curiosity, to get a better sense of the controls for this most dangerous of rooms.     "... you won't let them get too hurt, right?" Allegra questions Guthrie, giving a worried look to the group. "... or that they're not going to carry things too far and hurt Gwendolyn?"
Samuel	"Remember that most of the time, the goal is to avoid a fight rather than have one. But if a fight start, finish it." Bean makes room for Gwendolyn and gives her a nod, smiling. "You'll be fine. Forearm spikes, chitin armor plates... Take my word for it, once it starts, if it starts, you'll surprise yourself."     It's important to give everyone a bit of a pep talk before starting, and he stretches out one last time, rolling his head from side to side and punching each palm in turn. "But other than that... Yeah Nightingale, showtime."