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Alice	Highschool's out and most of the college classes also had eneded, which makes the knock on the door of Jean's office for that kind of stuff possibly a rare thing, but there Alice is, peeking her head in. "Excuse me, you have some minutes?" she asks as she steps in fully, not even waiting for the full answer.
Jean Grey	Jean Grey is at her desk, as she tries to be for a fair chunk of the day in the event anyone needs an easy spot to find her. It's later than she'd normally be in here but her door is partly open and she's there at her desk. She's deep in viewing something from the looks of it, her face illuminated by the soft glow of a tablet. On it looks to be a video of ... her? On the med bay table? As the knock, she glances up quickly and taps the screen so it goes dark. "Oh, hello, Alice! Of course, of course. Come on in. What's on your mind?"
Alice	Alice nods as she slips in fully, looking around some moments before speaking. "Well, I mean, I do this college thing since.. I hink I started late april. That's like, this last semester and most the classes I had seem to need courses that were in the winter, making it super hard for me to follow and stuff. I mean, I do appreciate the whole scholarship and all, but I am not really sure I am cut for it." She sighs a little. "I mean, Kitty kinda trew this whole scholarship at me and there was like no way to let a chance like that fly, but..." It's not normal for her to stop sentences, but she takes a moment to try to clear her thoughts. "I mean, I don't want to say I want to quit but I seriously don't know why I am doing this all. I mean, I study literally over the base of the X-men and some days ago I pretty much reviewed Megan's costume plans with her and she is like... 2 years younger or something and she's in the X-men. Also, she totally can do something in the Danger Room or fight while me?" She sighs again, as she pretty much cut to the point. "I am pretty much useless in a fight and such."
Scott Summers	There is a knock on the door from outside as Scott steps into the office. He's dressed in his slacks and a button down shirt, though his tie is undone. "Hey babe, I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some di--" He pauses at the sight of Alice, then clears his throat. "My apologies, I did not realize you had a session." He straightens his tie next, tightening it so that it was not dangling mid-chest. He folds his arms over his chest as he gives a glance over towards the red head, offering up a quick, brief smile.
Jean Grey	Jean Grey sets the tablet aside so she can lean forward and rest her forearms against the desk. "That's a lot to answer, and to be honest, it's not something that really has an answer. Not a definitive one, anyway." She glances up then at the voice of Scott, giving him a soft smile as she says, "Just started, but maybe you can say something on the matter too." She looks back to Alice then as she begins, "This school sometimes seems to be mistaken for a military academy, that we're here to teach you all to be soldiers for the cause and shuffle you down the line to slap you in an X-Men uniform. Because, at the end of the day, that's what we are. Each of us has our own reasons for being on the team, but we are there to fight, to be the ones to stand on the front line and save a world of other mutants the pain and agony and probably die a whole lot earlier than the rest of you. Those of us who stay on the team make our peace with that, and I've been on it since I was fifteen. So, age isn't always the deciding factor either." "Above anything else, we want to have this school be a place of sanctuary where young mutants can be open amongst their own, to learn what they may not be able to out there. We do combat training and power training, because there are times our students will need to protect themselves, but we don't expect everyone to be a combatant with offensive abilities. You don't have to be good in a fight, Alice, but there's a difference between fighting strong and fighting smart. We can certainly help work on more tailored sessions, but the important question is what do *you* want for your life outside of school?"
Alice	Alice sighs a little. "You see... the last time I was in a fight was that thing on Pixies Birthday. I.. I couldn't even protect her really. Not with how limited I am. I mean..." Her eyes roam the room, trying to gauge distances. "The birdhuse there at the balcony? Too far. The back of your tablet? Not a polymer. Sometimes it's so hard to find the right stuff to work with in the right moment. And trying to do more than one thing at once really isn't working either."
Scott Summers	Giving a nod of his head as he listens to Jean, Scott shuffles his way into the room and nudges the door shut so that he can lean against it. "Jean is right though. This school is a 'school' first and foremost. Our goal is not to create soldiers out of our students. The New Mutants program was designed to train a select group of young students who showed considerable promise, motivation, skill-set and drive. Out of the hundreds of students that we have, we only had maybe ten to fifteen in total in the last two years and Megan is the first person to be recruited out of those classes." "Granted, we did extend the invitation to two other students, but they denied and decided to field a career of their own out in the real world. Which is also fine. Not everyone is bulit to be an X-Man. Though what we do may be seen as exciting, it's actually dangerous and it comes with a lot of baggage on top of it. Jean and I have lost friends along the way, friends that we will not get back." As he settles into a chair, he clears his throat. "If you want to have additional training in self-defense, we can provide that of course. But there is nothing wrong in going to college, obtaining a degree and then finding a path that makes you feel safe and comfortable."
Jean Grey	"There are other ways to contribute too." Jean says gentle to Alice. "I get it, wanting to protect those you care about. Megan came to you for concepts for her costumes, right? Those alone are unsung heroes in conflicts, protecting us from a lot of injuries that would slow us down, but I'm sure there's a lot of ways we can improve them - weight, flexibility, ballistics, even things like energy absorption. Costume design may not seem glamorous, but with what we do it can save lives." Jean thinks for a moment as she catches her breath then proposes, "As for material in the moment if you're caught off guard, have you considered having some supplies on hand? Things you could use to form improvised shields, weaponry, armor? I'm no expert in plastics, but I know there's some tough stuff out there."
Alice	"The best I could suggest to her was the stuff I would use on a cosplay costume. Spandex and Neoprene. MAybe combined with Para-Aramid fibers like Kevlar. But that's like totally not the stuff that you see people like Superman wearing. I mean, he was hit by stuff that ripped out chunks of buildings and that costume was unharmed. I am not even sure I could work with whatever that is made from." Alice answers with a sigh. "And that comes from somebody that spent the last year making costumes for a lot of cosplayers and possibly some vigilantees posing as them because store rules. Can't have a store linked to vigilantee stuff. Bad for busines." "WEll, I had a chunck of ABS with me when Megan got attacked, but... hell, the best I could think of was some kind of kite shield and that wasn't enough by far but to try to not get hit and clumsy atop. Though..." A little, almost evil smile creeps into the corner of her lips. "When that ganger shot up the store he ended up with an enema of his own underwear."
Jean Grey	The brows on Jean's forehead creep up just so and she makes a quiet noise in the back of her throat. "Well, you work with what you have. We could also just send him a message, see if he's willing to share a sample and maybe we can engineer it. It'd give Hank something to keep him busy." She says with a quiet chuckle. "But, that'd my initial line of thinking. Finding materials you can keep on hand that would let you improvise on the go. A quick piece of body armor like a vest or helmet, or even things like shivs if you really had stand face to face in a life or death situation. Still, that's ultimately not answering one of my first questions." She looks to the young woman across the table as she asks, "Where do you see yourself? Are you looking to be on the front lines? Are you more concerned with protecting your friends and yourself? Once your classes are done, what kind of life are you hoping to lead?"
Alice	Alice sighs at the last questions, looking up to the ceiling. "Gosh... I don't really know. I mean I kinda had a job and somewhat ordered life before Kitty barged into the shop and then offered me the place and all. I can always go back to that, do costumes and props for a living. There's always the 501st that want more 'vacuformed' Styrol sheets to make their buckets and shells so they can go trooping. Not that Polystyrol is an effective armor. Most polymers on their own aren't. I mean, besides as a solid chunk..." "Have you ever looked around your office and tried to see what polymers are there? The biggest trouble is not finding something, it's deciding what to focus on and what to do with it."
Jean Grey	"To be fair, stormtroopers weren't intended to be durable. Just numerous." Jean says with a shrug and a lopsided grin. "Certainly not for hitting things. But them aside, our job here is to support you to be ready for the life you want to lead - within legal boundaries, of course. If that's a normal life and being able to just defend yourself and friends, we can do that. If you really want to go the route of learning true combat, I'd recommend speaking with Sam and doing a tenure with the New Mutants. There's no long term commitment if you don't want, but, there's a more regulated training. Plus, they do work with us as well sometimes on training sessions and less dangerous missions. It's ultimately up to you where you want to go.""
Alice	"Miss Grey, they are just movie fans and they do a good deed. Make a wish and such. That was suppression fire in the movies. They didn't intend to kill the rebels till those shot to kill." Alice notes, quiking an eyebrow at the mentioning of Sam. "I don't think I know quite who you mean. I don't think you mean Samwise, Hobbit, nor Serious Sam, Doomguy-clone, nor Sam Fisher, Videogame Spy..."
Scott Summers	"Mister Sam Guthrie. Cannonball. He's one of the college students. He is the New Mutants Field Leader." Scott says with a clear of his throat. He gives a glance to the clock on the wall, then furrows his brows. "Almost feeding time." He mutters to Jean. "I can handle it tonight."
Jean Grey	Scott beats Jean to the answer and she nods in agreement, "As he's the head of the New Mutants, enrollment would be his to determine and not mine. They'd be the first step to really study the fine art of combat. We prefer doing team exercises when we can, as fighting isn't just about what you can do, but how you can support those around you." At Scott's mention of feeding time, the woman gives a faint grimace like she'd smelled something foul and gives him a soft sigh. "Alright, if you're sure. Ping me if you need me."