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[shadowblends]

Who: Kurt, Carl, X-Mansion folks, and OPEN
When: The rest of March?
Where: The X-Mansion (Kauto, region five, residence fifteen)
What: Bringing Carl to meet the other mutants and whatever else you guys want to do! c:
Warnings: Uhhh ... shouldn't be any right now, but if things escalate, will change as necessary.

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[shadowblends]

❧ x-mansion tour [for carl]

After meeting up at the spot Kurt had shown Carl, he'd led them the entire way back to the mansion, chattering excitedly and gesturing with his hands in an almost wild manner. It couldn't be helped; he'd been utterly thrilled when his friend (that word worked, right?) had decided to come and visit his home and maybe meet some of the other mutants that lived there.

He hesitates at the door for a moment, a brief reminder of the somewhat tense situation with Erik floating through his thoughts, but he brushes it aside and pulls the door open. There was no reason to let on about any of that, for now. The blue boy glances over his shoulder, fangs gleaming in a vivacious grin. "I hope that you're ready for a decently long tour!"

With that, Kurt nudges the door the rest of the way open and holds it for the younger of them, doing his best to get his exhilaration under control. "The outside looks huge, but there's even more on the inside."


❧ spilling through the silence (day room)

[With everything that's been going on the past few weeks, Kurt's simply happy to settle himself in the room with a 'distraction' - an oversized blanket wrapped around his shoulders and his nose buried in a book.

It's fiction, something horror-esque and particularly bloody at the moment, if the way his brow is furrowed and his nose wrinkles up is any indication.

There are plenty of other things he could be reading, but for the moment, this is what he's decided on, regardless of the stomach-churning scene. He presses on, though, shifting just enough on the couch to reach out and grab for his nearby cup with the spade of his tail.

Do you dare disturb him?]


❧ escape out of my mind's own home (training)

[He's been here for hours; it's the only thing that seems to keep his mind occupied, aside from reading or actually leaving.

The pain in his hands and feet is practically numbing now, except for the occasional throb, reminding him that he should stop or take a break, but he doesn't. No, he continues with his onslaught of attacking the targets he's set up again and again, delivering swift punches and nimble kicks, his tail striking out every now and then like an attached weapon.

It's only when all of them are destroyed that Kurt takes a few steps back, examines the damage he's caused and collapses to his knees, falling flat onto his back soon after. He tries to catch his breath, chest heaving and sweat pouring down his face and neck, only to be absorbed by the spandex suit he's currently wearing.

Maybe, if he lies here, focuses on regaining his breath and calming the increased rate of his heart, the burning in his limbs and the turmoil in his mind will stop.]

spilling through the shit

[brokeassgoing]

[he doesn't just disturb Kurt, no; he comes up behind him, silent as a mouse to the distracted young teen, reads a line from the page he's on......


And squeezes his shoulder:]

LOOK OUT, ITS THE HOOK!

listen here u ass

[shadowblends]

[Had he not been distracted, he might have heard Badou, but with the book practically against his face ...

Kurt lets out the manliest a shriek of surprise when a hand comes down on his shoulder, whipping his head around and getting ready to brandish the book like a weapon.]

... B-Badou!!

(day room)

[justonetouch]

[She's settled down somewhat in to life here, or as much as she could. A few items had been bought for her room. Some prints to cover the walls, some clothing to keep her skin covered, sometimes some little trinket that catches her attention. She doesn't know how long she's going to be here, but she's learned by now that life doesn't stop moving forward.

Yawning, Rogue has nothing planned for the day. Little jobs here and there have given her enough funds to do what she needs to do. It is a novel thing too, not running from people trying to harm them. Overall, she doesn't have anything to complain about. She has wandered down, debating getting a drink or a bite to eat, but on her way she does come across Kurt. It earns a slight laugh from her, just the image that he presents, although she does try to keep is quiet, not wanting to disturb him, but when that tail gets going, there is another soft chuckle.]

Handy. Or taily?

haha, clever girl~

[shadowblends]

[The book - something horror and particularly gory, at the moment - is doing a great job of keeping him distracted; he's practically got the pages against his cheeks with how enthralled he is. Kurt lightly chews at his bottom lip, finally moving to lower the book so he can get a drink.

He brings the cup over to take a careful sip, being sure to not scald his mouth on the steaming tea. Licking the excess from his lips, the tail nimbly sets the mug down and withdraws back behind him, his head raising at the sound of a familiar voice.

Kurt turns to look at Rogue, snickering quietly then motioning toward the appendage behind him.] A little bit of both? I've been told it's sort of like having a third hand.

[carltoaction]

Friends would be an accurate descriptor. They still of course had lots they probably didn't know about each other, but they shared the same view of helping people and turned rummaging through junk into a little bit of a treasure hunt, and that was subconsciously part of why he agrees to visit Kurt where he lived. He couldn't honestly say he wasn't curious to see more of what mutants supposedly were either.

Walking to where the x-mansion came into view, Carl's gait fell out of sync for a moment causing him to nearly stumble over but catch himself in time. Sure he saw the picture Kurt texted him, but the school was a real mansion. Not anything like what he thought one of the fancy expensive homes in Alexandria was like. This place made everything seem small. Carl was nothing sort of still amazed by the time he snapped out of his bewilderment at the front door.

"Yeah, you bet... I would be crazy not to want a tour." He says, still taking it all in. And did Kurt just say there was more? "How much more are we talking?" He steps through to the inside.

[shadowblends]

Which is exactly why Kurt wanted to invite Carl over, to give them a chance to hang out and get to know each other better and to possibly help him get to know some of the other people that Kurt knows or has befriended on Thisavrou. There are a few that he's not sure about power-wise, but all of the other mutants he lives with are great people. (Many are on the fence about Erik, but he's giving him the benefit of the doubt.)

He pauses his movement of looking into the foyer, blinking lightly at Carl's slight misstep, then grinning once he regains his footing. The mansion is quite a sight to behold and he can't blame Carl for being surprised at the sheer size of the place. Oh, but just wait until they get inside and start exploring ...

"Well, there's a lot to see, but unfortunately, there are some things that I won't be able to show you without permission." Mostly the basement, although that shouldn't give them a lack of things to do.

room for another mansion tour?

[infailtration]

[ York hasn't seen much of Kurt since they arrived at Thisavrou. He's got more downtime now that he's set up with a job and apartment, though, and they've made arrangements for visiting. The mansion is... impressive, to say the least. Makes him all the more curious about the inside, and just how pitiful his "luxury" room will seem afterwards. He messages Kurt that he's outside and waits -- this is the first time in maybe a week that he's been outside without his armor and he takes a moment to enjoy the sun on his face, the light breeze carrying the scent of alien flowers. It's... really nice out here. ]

absolutely!!

[shadowblends]

[After receiving the message from York about coming to visit, Kurt is a ball of energy about to burst; the last time he'd seen his friend had been when they were camping out together in the caves and honestly, he feels like they might have left things kind of ... awkwardly. For a while, he thought he'd upset York or something, but with their arrival on Thisavrou, he can understand why it's been quiet on a lot of people's ends with settling in, trying to get a job and attempting to adapt to the new lifestyle.

He waits as patiently as he can in the foyer, fidgeting first with his hands then with the TAB afterward. This will be good for him - getting the chance to distract himself from everything that's happened in the past couple of weeks and spending time with York is always a plus in his book.

There's a second message from York and Kurt's on his feet in an instant, throwing the hood connected to the shirt of his outfit off as he pockets the TAB and rushes out the door. No reason for him to hide from this person, obviously.]

York! [is the only warning the soldier gets before there's a blue boy lunging at him with his arms out in an extremely enthusiastic embrace.]

[takeitslow]

[Peter doesn't visit the training facilities often; it's an uncomfortable reminder that this is exactly where he'll be years down the line, of the uniform still folded away in his drawer. But there are only so many places in the mansion for people to be and it only takes ten minutes of fruitlessly searching the upper levels to realize where Kurt would be.

Peter wanders up to Kurt's prone form, leaning over him with eyebrows raised.]

Are you trying to get sent to the clinic, dude?

[shadowblends]

[He's used to the silence of the training room, considering he's only ever seen Logan down here and that was one time that they happened to bump into each other in the locker room after the older mutant had finished working out. So, when he hears another voice, his eyes open wide, head tilting a bit to allow him to see Peter's face better.

Kurt is still breathing heavy, but he shifts up onto one of his elbows and reaches the other hand to slick his bangs back with a wince, head shaking at the speedster's question.]

Not purposefully, no.

closed to Logan

[seeingscarlet]

[The Danger Room certainly doesn't look as scary as the name makes it sound, but Wanda's still uneasy. She's always a little tense when it comes to sparring with an actual person. She can tone the energy blasts down, but there's always a bit of a risk that she might not tone it down enough. She doesn't actually want to send Logan flying across the room...or worse.]

Are you sure this is a good idea?

[kuekuatsu]

[This is something so familiar to Logan that it feels almost comfortable, almost normal. He smirks lightly as he shakes his hands, his claws still retracted. They'll come out if needed, but this is more for Wanda to hone her skills, not him]

Nope, but you can't really kill me, so I'm the safest thing you have to hit beside a training dummy. Don't worry about me, Wanda, I'll be fine.

[He's trained enough with the kids before to be stay in control.]

[seeingscarlet]

[And he says it like it's not an idle boast, like he really does believe it. Wanda can't help but wonder if he'd feel the same way if he truly understood. Will he look at her the same way when they're finished here?]

You don't understand. I can...I can burn things to nothing, tear apart vibranium. If my focus slips, it's dangerous.

[And with nothing in the room to throw at him, it's all she has apart from moving Logan himself. She hasn't dismissed the little ball of energy in her hands...but he needs to know, needs to be sure.]

after the arena stuff | ota

[frankensteinian]

Erik is still in need of something to do. After his arrival here, he'd found himself rather aimless, spending most of his time in his room at the mansion, interspersed with occasional trips to the kitchen, trying (and usually failing) to find a time when he wouldn't run into anyone else there.

His recent efforts in the arena have calmed the anger and turmoil somewhat, at least as far as the telepaths can tell, but he's still as aimless as he was before. The difference is that now he adds a few more places into his ventures out of his room. He still frequents the kitchen, of course, but now he also heads to the day room (at night, when it's less busy, so does that make it a night room?) as well as to what passes for a library in this building.

[culver]

Being invited to live at the mansion had been surreal for Nill. She had always lived with cold stone walls and the bare necessities. Now there are wood floors and a garden she can walk in without fear and the kitchen. In the church, there had only been a small stove, a sink, and the table. There wasn't much counter space, so sometimes she'd had to drag end tables or other such surfaces in if she'd decided to make a big meal. But the kitchen at the mansion was basically out of her dreams.

So it is that even with all the other places she could choose to be, she usually ended up there. Today is one of the days where she'd gone shopping early and had decided to make a small breakfast for herself--and whomever ended up wandering into the kitchen while it was occupied. With so many people living together, it was bound to happen. She's almost used to it. Nill had lived a rather solitary life before being taken to the ship, but even there she'd been able to keep mostly to herself. Here, it was a different story. Here, there were people popping out of every nook and cranny--or, in the case of the man who's joined her in the kitchen, every room.

She's tending to some bread in the oven when he walks in. The loaf is just about done, and she's already got oven mitts on her hands, ready. A few kinds of jam and hard-boiled eggs are already out and ready to go. Nill looks over to the doorway from the oven, wings fluttering behind her with slight surprise. She's seen him a few times, but she's yet to actually meet him. He keeps to himself, she's noticed, and seems to be looking for something sometimes. She couldn't say what, of course. Anyway, it's just a hunch.

After a brief pause, the blonde raises one of her mitted hands and gives a slight wave and welcoming gesture, along with a smile. He's welcome to join her. It isn't as if she can eat an entire loaf of bread by herself. Probably.

[frankensteinian]

He knows there are people living in this house who he hasn't met yet, despite having been here for weeks, and that it's his own doing that he hasn't met them. He also knows that some of them are mutants, but not all of them, and that there are people in this whole place who aren't mutants but who aren't really strictly humans either.

Whether someone's human or not doesn't really matter, anyway. Not after Peter's warning. Erik has no desire to have his powers suppressed, to lose access to something that has been part of him for decades.

So he'll keep out of trouble. For now.

He hadn't expected anyone to be down here so early, but he'll stay anyway. He's hungry, after all.

"Do you need any help with that?"

[takeitslow]

Peter had never kept a normal sleep schedule, a side effect of his powers. Nights meant looking for something to entertain him in between power naps. The day room held plenty of distractions between all the games he'd saved from the ship and he thought a few rounds of racing games might take his mind off the inability to get back to sleep. He wasn't expecting anyone else in the house to be up, let alone the one occupant he'd been more or less avoiding.

It's not like it's been hard, really. Peter spends a lot of time outside the house and what time he is around is usually spent wrapped up in the other teenagers or in Wanda's room. But he's taken care not to spend more time around Erik than necessary, especially after it became clear he was in the minority in just how much of an issue Peter found the man's presence. Wanda and Peter were here on Charles's generosity and even Peter knew to hold back in favor of keeping peace.

But the house is only so big and people can't be avoided forever.

"Erik." He hangs by the door, awkward. "You're up late."

[notthemaniwas]

He was awake, considering the future of the school, if it even survived to be a school or just a boarding house, when Erik came into the day room. He was sitting with a book, trying to do something that would relax him enough to finally sleep but his old friend- he couldn't just ignore him.

Especially since he was aware of how he holed himself up in his room most of the time. This was his house, after all, and it was hard not to be aware of some things.

"You don't have to hide yourself away, Erik. You were invited to stay here, same as everyone else." It probably didn't need to be pointed out but maybe just hearing it might make a difference.

closed to lavellan

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[The temperature on Kauto's R5 is mostly pleasant even during the nights. The air can get bit chilly but nothing close to uncomfortable level. Yet, it still comes as a surprise to J to see someone sleeping outside. On a bench in a dark and otherwise empty park, using pages from newspaper as a blanket of sorts and remains of cardboard box as a bed. Like a classic hobo.

Back in New York it was anything but unusual to see homeless people on the streets, sleeping next to garbage crates on the alleys or behind the bushes on parks. But somehow the thought that there'd be people like that in here as well had completely escaped from her. How bizarre.

J stops and stares at the stranger from afar for a good moment, painted lips parted in wonder. Then, she shrugs the thought off and continues walking towards the Mansion grounds. It's late in the night and she's tired after the work and besides, this is none of her business. Last time she took pity on homeless person didn't really bring her anything good.

However, after five minutes J turns around and walks back to the park this time approaching the stranger. Damn her kindness, really. She hovers around him for a quick moment, observing his sleeping face. The curious, long and pointy ears catches her attention, making her carefully lean in closer and grab the end of it between her nails.]

skids onto the scene HERE I AM

[lavelly]

[His reaction is immediate: he's always lived outdoors, and always been prepared for things that want to kill him. He sleeps lightly by default. As soon as J makes contact with his skin, he rolls off the bench in a panic, grabbing the staff he'd stashed underneath on the way.

It would probably have been more effective if he'd kept his balance, but he still hasn't quite learned to compensate for his missing arm, so he very nearly falls over before managing to steady himself into a proper fighting stance. It costs him several precious seconds, and if he'd actually been under attack he'd have been hit by now.

No strike comes. As his heartbeat smooths out, he realizes he's looking at... a woman. Just a normal human woman, no apparent threat as is. Someone who apparently thought it was appropriate to grope his ears while he was sleeping.

Well, that's humans for you.

He squints at her in confusion.]

What do you want?

SUPER LATE | open

[notthemaniwas]

[office]

They'd been settling, at least some of them, since he'd managed to pay for the house and alterations. It left him with very few sencs left but at least everyone seemed to be pulling together and helping. That they were all willing took a lot off his mind, giving him a chance to work on figuring out a curriculum (he'd have to see if he could get access to Savrii educational materials, in case he ever had more than just students brought by the Ingress) and try to see about if they could get some kind of funding in the next few months.

His office door stayed open while he worked, inviting anyone to come and talk if they'd like. He wasn't sure how many people would take that invitation but he did try to be open and available when possible.

[brokeassgoing]

Most kids don't know better than to try and be buddies with the dean or principal....Badou isn't a kid and he's still trying to inch by with the rent business thus he usually makes himself scarce when Charles is around.

He just happens to come around the corner during the wee hours of the morning, slide into Charles' office to take a seat, take a load off.

"Maaaan..."

[seeingscarlet]

Charles should really learn not to worry so loudly when there are empaths and telepaths wandering around. It starts as a nagging feeling of unease that just won't go away, and without the mental shielding her room on the ship had, Wanda's left to either hope it goes away or go try to find the source of the problem.

And she's a Maximoff. Of course she can't leave it alone.

She follows the thread of disquiet and knocks on Charles's open door, poking her head through the doorway. "Is everything all right?"0

[morethan084]

It's been a long time since Daisy's actually had an interview for a job, but this is something Daisy is passionate about and if there's any possibility she could get this job she's going for it.

The Mansion is much bigger than she actually expected it to be, but it was easy enough to find Charles' office. Well, kind of. Daisy might've had to stop to ask someone where it was. She might be just a little bit nervous as she walks through the open door and sees Charles at his desk.

"Hi, um, not sure if you remember me or not." She can recall one time they met in person but it was a while ago. "I'm Daisy."