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WHO: ROSE

nitidus & CHARLIE

foreverbouncing
WHERE: XAVIER'S INSTITUTE.
WHEN: Early afternoon on the 17th!
WARNINGS:SUMMARY: Charlie shows Rose around Xavier's.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

The last time Rose attended school, she was thirteen and spring had been just settling in. She hasn't thought about school in over a year. Even when she had played SBURB and everything had promptly gone to shit, it had been the furthest thing from her mind. Now, with the opportunity in front of her, Rose found herself surprisingly excited. Even more so with the chance to actually step inside the building and look around.

It was certainly weird, but Rose supposed that given her circumstances, missing school was the least weird thing about her.

She never thought she'd ever miss school. There was a first time for everything, she supposed. She has wondered if there is a way to repay Charlie for taking the time out to give a tour. Coffee, maybe - she wasn't sure. For now, she was dressed plainly in a skirt, tee-shirt and cardigan and fighting the urge to ask a million questions.

Is there a uniform? What is gym like? Is there a chess club? A literature club? Bursting with questions, Rose resigned herself to smiling pleasantly.

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Charlie was almost late, which was pretty much normal for her, getting ready to go wherever she was going, then getting distracted during the 'waiting' period other people would have to use to get anywhere. Which was why all of a minute before she agreed to meet Rose she appeared in front of the Institute, emerging from a swirl of pink light and smoke, her red hair whipping wildly for a second until it settled down as the light and smoke faded away, blue eyes wide as she searched around for the younger girl.

She was wearing a black skirt and a blue blouse, trying to look about as 'professional' as she ever managed, since she had volunteered to show off the Import school to the new girl. And sneakers, of course. Bright red ones. When she spotted Rose she grinned, waving a hand at her.

"Hey! Sorry, I kinda lost track of time. You ready?"

Rose lifted a hand to wave in return. She was used to waiting, really. It would have been no trouble if Charlie had been a little late. She closed the distance, walking over with her hands shoved into her cardigan pockets. Glancing at the building, she nodded.

"Yes."

She paused, and then -- "it's quite impressive, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah. And it's way bigger than it looks there's all this basement stuff," she grinned as she hurried up the front steps and pushed the door open, holding it for Rose. "Don't sneak down there without warning somebody though, I almost got shot by holographic soldiers the first time I did!"

She almost looked sheepish. Almost. "When I first got here and Babs said I had to go to school, I snuck in to look around. Got in a fight with a teacher, almost got shot by the principle, and met a whole buncha other teleporters. It was pretty crazy."

She is amused. Surprised, certainly, but definitely amused. She offered a "thank you" as she stepped inside, taking in the interior with a quiet, pleased awe. "Are things always that exciting here?" Genuinely curious, she glanced around quickly before giving Charlie her full attention again. Neither Kanaya nor Dave had mentioned any extraordinary shenanigans.

Rose wondered if perhaps Charlie was simply just a trouble magnet.

"And I have to ask: what could possibly be in the basement that would require soldiers?"

"Holographic soldiers," Charlie corrected with a grin and a held-up finger. "They have like, a holodeck down there. Except it's less for pretending to be Sherlock Holmes and more for power training. Plus I think Sherlock Holmes worked here once..." She trailed off, frowning. Teachers came and went so fast sometimes Charlie had no idea who half of them were.

"And yeah, it can get pretty crazy. I mean, not all the time." She started down the hallway once the door was closed. "Like, history class is never exciting. Ever. But there's martial arts training, Scatty is really intense in that, and sometimes people attack the school...that counts right?"

Being kind of impossible to kill had left Charlie with a somewhat skewed sense of adventure.

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"Ah."

She tried to wrap her head around Sherlock Holemes. Sometimes, this city was too bizarre even for Rose to comprehend it. Sherlock Holmes. She was tempted to ask what he taught specifically. She had a few guesses.

"Is it attacked regularly?"

Priorities.

"Regularly? Oh, no, I mean there was just..." She hesitated for a moment, and then there was some mental counting before she frowned. "Well, I wouldn't say regularly anyway. Uh. Often? Kinda...?"

She shrugged and grinned. "I guess 'cause it's a big import place so it's a target. But there's usually imports around too, so the super types tend to keep the place safe, you know?"

Rose laughed, nodding her understanding. "We are a prime target, I understand. It's reassuring to know that there are people out there who have our back, however."

'Super types'. Rose suspected that was something of a general term here in this city given how many people seemed to mysteriously have some kind of super power. "Where are we starting first?"

"I guess it depends on what you wanna see?" Charlie paused in the hallway. She had a routine, walking to class, and she started in on it automatically. It was strange to think she'd never walk it again. "Classroom stuff is that way, and the training stuff is that way, and like..." She rambled off some of the various locations throughout the building.

"And the cafeteria is down there." She finished. "So, whatcha want to see?"

All of it, she wanted to say, but she knew she would get to see what she needed to see eventually. While she wasn't the best advocate for patience, Rose was learning slowly. She thought on it for a moment, before glancing at Charlie. "The library would be lovely."

The training room could wait. Right now Rose could judge the size and quantity of the library in the meantime.

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The institute is pretty undefinied, location-wise.

sweet!