Part Five: Morning in the Mansion
The morning came early to the mansion. Some had rested well, those lucky souls woke to a bright morning and a fresh coat of snow as they rubbed sleep from their eyes, yawning and stretching their backs. As early risers made their way to the cafeteria for breakfast, three companions slept in late two huddled together, with another curled in a ball at the foot of a double bed.
In another part of the mansion, behind hidden doors, deep under ground, Professor Charles Xaviar meet with a small group of mutants, he considered his closest friends and partners in the fight for mutant freedom.
"So, Charles, you say Logan brought someone here with him from Canada?'" Scott Summers looked dubious. He couldn't imagine anyone traveling with a man he considered one of the rudest people on earth. Let along a beautiful woman.
"That's right Scott. I haven't had an opportunity to speak with her yet, but from what I gathered from her thoughts she's had a long journey in her life."
"Well, Professor, aside from our recent addition we've got another problem on our hands. The young man calling himself Gambit accidentally blew up the door to his room, and now we need to replace it." Jean, business like as always, was concerned about the young man. He had only been a guest in the mansion for two weeks and already he had blown up four lunch trays, nine textbooks, three shoes, one class turtle, and now the door to his room. Other than those accidents he was a charming young man from down south who belonged to the old southern moral code of honor, yet had a rebellious streak that made Jean believe that the so called textbook accidents were not really accidents at all. He seemed to have a natural way with the ladies and a sort of feline grace about him. His power was a bit dangerous since he couldn't yet totally control it. He could charge intimate objects with energy making their atoms unstable, usually resulting in explosions.
"I admire your concern with the young man Jean, but Remy will learn to control his power in good time. Until then, we will continue to replace the things he inadvertently destroys. It's not been terribly dangerous yet, unless you're a turtle. We'll set him aside to help him learn to control his ability and soon these things won't occur. Jean, you and Storm should help him when she returns.
Scott, I'd like you to see to getting him a new door. Have it up by the end of the day so he won't have to be moved, and I'd also like you to talk to Ghost when she wakes up, which should be in the next few hours. Then give her some money so she can purchase some new clothes. She left in a hurry."
With Xaviar's orders in place the morning meeting broke up. Scott headed off in search of a door, and Jean left muddled in her own thoughts taking a roundabout way to her laboratory. Back in Logan's room the trio began to awake, starting with Rogue, who was momentarily concerned with missing class, until she remembered it was Saturday.
The morning came early to the mansion. Some had rested well, those lucky souls woke to a bright morning and a fresh coat of snow as they rubbed sleep from their eyes, yawning and stretching their backs. As early risers made their way to the cafeteria for breakfast, three companions slept in late two huddled together, with another curled in a ball at the foot of a double bed.
In another part of the mansion, behind hidden doors, deep under ground, Professor Charles Xaviar meet with a small group of mutants, he considered his closest friends and partners in the fight for mutant freedom.
"So, Charles, you say Logan brought someone here with him from Canada?'" Scott Summers looked dubious. He couldn't imagine anyone traveling with a man he considered one of the rudest people on earth. Let along a beautiful woman.
"That's right Scott. I haven't had an opportunity to speak with her yet, but from what I gathered from her thoughts she's had a long journey in her life."
"Well, Professor, aside from our recent addition we've got another problem on our hands. The young man calling himself Gambit accidentally blew up the door to his room, and now we need to replace it." Jean, business like as always, was concerned about the young man. He had only been a guest in the mansion for two weeks and already he had blown up four lunch trays, nine textbooks, three shoes, one class turtle, and now the door to his room. Other than those accidents he was a charming young man from down south who belonged to the old southern moral code of honor, yet had a rebellious streak that made Jean believe that the so called textbook accidents were not really accidents at all. He seemed to have a natural way with the ladies and a sort of feline grace about him. His power was a bit dangerous since he couldn't yet totally control it. He could charge intimate objects with energy making their atoms unstable, usually resulting in explosions.
"I admire your concern with the young man Jean, but Remy will learn to control his power in good time. Until then, we will continue to replace the things he inadvertently destroys. It's not been terribly dangerous yet, unless you're a turtle. We'll set him aside to help him learn to control his ability and soon these things won't occur. Jean, you and Storm should help him when she returns.
Scott, I'd like you to see to getting him a new door. Have it up by the end of the day so he won't have to be moved, and I'd also like you to talk to Ghost when she wakes up, which should be in the next few hours. Then give her some money so she can purchase some new clothes. She left in a hurry."
With Xaviar's orders in place the morning meeting broke up. Scott headed off in search of a door, and Jean left muddled in her own thoughts taking a roundabout way to her laboratory. Back in Logan's room the trio began to awake, starting with Rogue, who was momentarily concerned with missing class, until she remembered it was Saturday.