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Psylocke	While the young students of Xavier's School are enjoying a well (or not-so-well) earned break from their studies over summer, the battle to improve their young minds is never complete. One of a number of curriculum days has been called, wherein the faculty set forth their agendas and curriculum for the upcoming school year. One such teacher is Betsy Braddock, who seems wholly unsuited to the position of Physical Education (Gym, admit it) Teacher that she currently occupies. At present she stands in one of the vacant classrooms, wearing a light and breezy yellow top that might charitably be called a drape along with a skirt that hangs down to her mid-thigh if it's lucky. Not typical teaching attire, but she's not on the clock so she'll dress how she bloody well likes. She stares down at the desk in front of her, standing over an assortment of papers with the end of a ballpoint pen pinched between her teeth. After a moment she mutters "no" through the pen, plucking it from her mouth and crossing out a line of text on the page. "Be a teacher, Betsy," she mutters to herself in a sing-song voice, obviously an imitation of someone, "Help mutantkind, Betsy." Her voice shifts back to her normal Received Pronunciation, "Help teenage boys think the nastiest thoughts on the planet is more bloody well like it. They can just play sodding dodgeball."
J'onn	John Green is, by now, getting used to the life of a teacher. Not that he had much experience with the actual teaching, not in this school at least, even if surely mindscanning a tousand of teacher surely helped him in learning a trick or two. But at least, since he's supposed to be the new science teacher, he needs to do his job and prepare the curricular activities for his next class! And so it is that, instead of doing things like monitoring the watchtower, flying around, or generally being a martian on Earth, the manhunter is shapeshifted in the form that everyone on here know indeed as mister John Green. And he appears as a tall man, where tall means almost two metres of athleticism wrapped in an impeccable blue suit, professional aircut on his short black hair and blue eyes that show all the kindness and joy to live that the rest of his attire would otherwise deny. And right now, the martian in disguise is approaching a classroom, slipping inside and closing the door behind him.  ut the classroom, of course, is not as empty as he thought it would've been! And that means, first that he should be more careful and use all his nine senses a bit better in the future, second that he should wave and say "greetings!" to Betsy, and that's what he does indeed.
Psylocke	"Good afternoon - " Betsy glances up from her paperwork, locking eyes with him for a moment, "Mister Green. Nice to meet you." It's only a cursory once-over of his mind. She does it reflexively, almost without thinking. It might be rude, but pleasantries are often time-wasting. Her brow knits slightly at something as she scans, not digging but finding the relatively sanitary level of surface thoughts unusual. Regardless, she doesn't press it. Her lips curl into a polite smile and she taps her temple with two fingers: "Sorry, that was rather rude of me, wasn't it? A mansion full of telepaths, sometimes you forget not everybody expects to have a mind scan from time to time. I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I promise." She reaches out a hand, all poise as the frustration she was feeling moments ago dissipates beneath a layer of refined poise: "Elizabeth Braddock."
J'onn	If J'onn is surprised to have his name so easily guessed, he doesn't show it at least! It wasn't such an accident that his identity as John Green was there on the surface, so easily readable by any telepaths after all. And indeed, having his name called before introductions gives his mind enough time to shift his mental shields enough to have the relevant informations in his head, such as who he really is, not to mention those sensitive intel about the watchtower and the league, as protected as they can be. Walking forward, and letting a smile appear on his lips, John extends his hand as well, to briefly but energetically shake the one offered "it is a pleasure to meet you, miss. As you've probably guessed then I am John, the new science teacher!" he reintroduces himself, shaking then his head with a polite chuckle "and don't worry about mind scans, I don't mind them really..." it's not like people will be able to get much from them, anyways, and yes, this is a thought that now sits just below the surface, ready to be seen by powerful telepaths, invisible to those just focusing elsewhere.
Psylocke	Betsy keeps her own misgivings about the man's surface thoughts - or lack thereof - to herself. She isn't the only telepath working at the School. The guy doing the hiring and firing is the most powerful one on the planet, after all. If there were something amiss they would have picked up on it. To that end, Betsy allows herself to remain airy and polite rather than guarded. Her own surface thoughts, though, reflect only static and silence. Whatever is going on inside her head, one cannot reach it with a cursory glance. "Science, hm? Well, I suppose you've come along just in time. Henry is a dab hand but he tends to view biology as the be all and end all. I studied physics but I don't think I'd have the sainted patience to teach it. I'm the ... physical education teacher." A pause, before she sighs and mutters: "Apparently."
J'onn	J'onn chuckles politely again, casually turning to slide out a chair and taking a seat on it, in front of Betsy and a desk. "eh, well, I am glad to be of help of course! Or at least I'll try, to teach some science to all those students. Hoping they don't use it to, I don't know, make new lifeforms that would devastate the planet or anything." he then tilts his head, his eyes locking on Betsy and examining her in a discrete way "don't you like being a PE teacher then, I take it?" he asks curiously
Psylocke	Betsy shakes her head quickly, waving a hand dismissively, "No, no, it's fine. I enjoy it. This is just a professional frustration. I don't suppose I ever saw myself teaching, so I'm playing it by ear. But there's only so many ways you can slice running laps and climbing ropes. But that's my own cross to bear." She begins to stack her papers neatly, tucking them together into a neat pile on the desk: "I'm glad you're enthusiastic, Mr. Green, and if you want your students to avoid using science for their 'escapades' you may well have your work cut out for you. We are teaching extraordinary children, after all."
J'onn	J'onn nods in understanding "I see..." he admits, getting a small laptop from a bag he was carrying with him and setting it on the desk "well, trust me when I say I would've never imagined myself as a teacher either, some years ago..." he smiles, the laptop starting "but well, so far, I like it! And for sure, the students are, special to say the least. But then, that's part of the reason because we're all here, right? To make something of them, if possible, something good..."
Psylocke	"I agree," Betsy answers, moving to lean against the windowsill with the sunlight in her violet hair. She leaves her papers where they are for the time being, regarding the new science teacher carefully from across the room. "Tell me, though. Are you special in the same sense as the students? I know the faculty are not strictly mutants - that would be rather antithetical to the whole point of the ruddy place, wouldn't it? But I prefer to ask these things and clear the air. We are here to be true to ourselves, after all. You've seen my little party favour ... " She gestures now to her head, her speech emanating from within his mind without actually being spoken aloud: <What's yours?>
J'onn	J'onn replies in the same manner, and that means telepathically, sending his thoughts directly to Betsy without the need of mouthing the words. And he does so while his fingers start typing a password that seems almost too long to be a true password into the laptop, his fingers moving at an amazing speed as well! "My talents are not that different from yours, I suppose." he even smiles "even if the source probably is not the same as your own, in a sense... Just lets say I wouldn't be defined as a mutant, myself." he admits, still telepathically, while the screen of the laptop displays now its desktop, with various icons, and the background image is Earth seen from the space.
Psylocke	Betsy nods her head, returning to spoken words as though the telepathic conversation had never happened. "Well, I shan't pry. Though I suppose it is nice to see someone who isn't a mutant on staff. If that won't bring us all closer together, I daresay nothing will." She bites her lower lip for a second, staring out the window and seemingly lost in thought. Hidden as her surface thoughts are, the only thing clear is that something weighs on her. But then she pushes herself off the windowsill as though nothing happened, moving to the desk to gather up her papers. "I shan't keep you from your work, Mr. Green. Science is a tougher row to hoe than physical education, I'd wager. If I may offer some advice, find a way to relate it to them." Her hand extends and a miniature globe of the world settled on the teacher's desk raises of it's own accord, turning slowly in the air as it makes it's way across the room to orbit around the man's head. "They believe the world revolves around them, after all, so that's the only way to get through I'm afraid."
J'onn	J'onn hmms thoughtfully, averting his eyes from the laptop to set them on Betsy herself "oh don't worry, you're not keeping me away from my work, I'm ahead of the schedule so..." he explains, tilting his head then "but is anything troubling you? One doesn't need telepathy to see that..." he asks, picking the floating globe with his own telekinesis and trying to gently set it on a nearby desk "but then, they'd be encouraged to believe that the world rotates around them, while it is far from the truth. Especially considering this world is just a small portion of what there's out there..."
Psylocke	"Me? No, nothing. Just lost in thought." Betsy's own demons are just that, and she seems disinclined to share them. She may make conversation, but there is something about her that suggests she does not delve too deeply into her own problems. Nevertheless, there's nothing rude about the way she dismisses the notion. She stops by the desk, turning the globe on it with her fingers as she steps past and makes her way to the door: "I suppose you're right about that. You doubtless have the understanding of the role be it through experience or ... " A half-smile " ... purloined. Still, nobody wants to hear a dusty recitation of Newton's Laws." She tilts her head, a thought occurring to her, "I think you may have solved my little curriculum dilemma, Mr. Green. Thank you."
J'onn	J'onn types some more words on the laptop, his eyes though never leave the woman with him in the room "well then, I am glad I inspired you, sort of..." he admits with a polite chuckle, placing the image of the woman in a corner of his mind, with name, and the general observations he made about her in those few minutes. "I look forward to meet you again, and work with you to help those students grow in a good way!" he smiles, again, his fingers dancing on the keyboard quickly for a second or two, before the laptop is closed again "hmm, no inspiration for me instead..." he mumbles.ù