No one puts Baby in the corner

[Lorna Dane]

Curious. Lorna had assumed that a school would be harder to walk into. The ones she had gone too before she dropped out had bars on the windows, and wasn't this . . . clean. This school looked more like a fancy hotel lobby. She'd literally just waltz up to the door and opened it with her powers. Walking in she shut the door behind her. It was the middle of a Tuesday, and people moved around in the halls. Some stared at her and kept moving, some stopped. She knew she was an outsider, and they were trying to figure out if she belonged here or not. Maybe even waiting for an adult.

She wasn't about to be the bitch who scared a munch of kids (besides she was really out numbered) so she held up her two hands and wiggled her fingers as the green plasma floated there and said "Go to class," to see if they would go on. She'd dressed 'nice' for today. Clean jeans, and a leather jacket that had some shinny parts to it. She'd even used a bit of dye on her green hair so not to wave a red flag of who she was when she came in here.

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[terra]

While the school was always welcoming and appeared so in most ways to the naked eye there were precautions put in place long ago that still remained, along with various alternative ways that they might detect a stranger or anything else incoming, for the most part. It wasn’t as though they’d never been taken by surprise, far from it. Today, nobody had alerted him to anything strange and if anybody else happened to be observing in some way, Bobby had no idea there was a visitor.

Not until he turned a corner along one of the hallways and collided with a younger mutant hurrying in the opposite direction. A student who although small happened to have the solidity of a rock, so that the impact was unfairly one-sided when they ran into him. “Woah, slow down! No… running in the hallways.” His trailing reprimand fell flat since many did just that and quite often. He had done so himself.

Only once he turned to continue on his way did he spot the stranger. “Oh, hey! I don’t think I've seen you before. Are you here to meet with somebody?”


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[Lorna Dane]

It didn't take long before someone walked up to her, and spoke to her. Lorna always braced for what to expect but he seemed welcoming enough. When she was a kid, a place like this would have been mecca. A safe place from her step-father's anger and her mother's ignorance. The idea that there was a school kids could attend and be safe, and learn to use their powers--it was a kid's dream. "Nah, I just had heard of the place and wanted to know more." She said off handedly, as if this was completely normal for her to just waltz in here.

She knew that if someone had walked up tot he island, and started walking around everyone would take notice. While they wouldn't be hostile they weren't welcoming. This place felt different. "You work here or go here?" She asked, not sure how many grades the school hosted. Not knowing a lot about this place. She was here to learn about it though since Magneto seemed fond of the man who built it. She wasn't here to met him though, since she hadn't exactly gotten permission to come. Not that she needed it! . . . this was the grey area. Pyro had talked about the place, Magneto had talked about it--she wanted to see it!

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[terra]

Just heard of the place, well that could mean anything. Exactly what kind of things the visitor had heard could determine whether or not the fairly lighthearted welcome should continue or if he should instead be leading her elsewhere. Bobby contented himself in the thought he could handle any problems that arose and bolstered his confidence with the hope the rest of the team probably already knew someone had arrived.

“A bit of both, I’ve been around for a long while so I’m part of the furniture now.” He offered a borderline goofy laugh and gave her a quick glance over. She was pretty in that sharp and steely sort of way, but looks could be deceiving and he knew it was more important to discover her purpose here. “But I kinda work here these days, a little mentoring, a little math. Not many fans of that last one though but what can you do!” He left it at that for the time being and returned more questions her way.

“Do you want something to drink?” He was already backing up in the direction of the nearest kitchen only a short way along the hall, with a gesture for her to follow but didn’t take his eyes off her. “What have you heard about us that’s enough to bring you down here?”



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[Lorna Dane]

Math? Really? Lorna tried to keep her 'that's boring' reaction in her head but she wasn't quite used to holding it back. For her, she'd dropped out of school early on so thankfully she'd never needed a tutor or a math teacher. "That sounds . . . . . fun," Dread pan sarcasm might as well be her middle name. This guy seemed nice though, which fit into this idea of the school being 'upper class'. Not that only upper class was nice, but he was nice to someone he didn't know that had just walked into this place un-invited. If he had done that at her house everyone would be standing and watching and no one would be offering drinking.

They'd be questioning the crap out of him. "Suuure," She said unsure of that was a trick or him being honest. "A drink sounds good." He also asked about how she'd heard of the place and Lorna paused trying to think of what name to drop. On one hand Magneto had spoken about the school and it's purpose. On the other she had heard about it from a former student--Pyro. Either name might spark reactions around here. Since she knew how Magneto might get a reaction she decided to play around with the other name, "Pyro. He used to go here before he jumped ship and joined the dark side." Dark side being a star wars reference, not because she thought they were really the bad side.

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