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Oleanders growing outside her door

WHO: Angelica & open!
WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Backdated to Friday, anytime.
WARNINGS: N/A
SUMMARY: With the summer nearly over, it's time to prepare for school again, aka class registration! Likewise, you can always just stop in for a visit. c:
FORMAT: Quick!

[Angelica's summer has gone by in the blink of an eye, and considering she lives with the fastest mutant alive, that's really saying something. September is right around the corner and soon the halls of the Institute would be packed with new and returning students ready to learn. There may be fewer imPort students this year, but it's important to give each of them the opportunity for an education. Recruiting new teachers is just as important, especially now that their best pitchman, Hank, has gone home.

The show must gone on, however, and Angelica is back in her office, updating files and class schedules for the new year. It's a big task, but someone has to do it! Her office is now open for any incoming students or potential faculty who may have questions or need guidance for the coming school year.]

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[ Kurt's spent the bulk of the summer feeling restless and not doing enough about it, but that seems to be the general way of things now. There is either too much happening or life is quite ordinary in a way that makes one feel as though something dreadful might be around the corner. There's no way to measure it, though.

Hank's departure is terrifying, in a sense. He already misses him dreadfully, and he's sure he had become a lax sort of friend, that he'd stopped remembering that time was so precious. It reminded him that he wasn't going home, that he could never be sure how the other side worked, that he may not see Hank ever again...

Naturally, when faced with such feelings, there was only so much he could actively think about them. The rest of the time, he persisted in not thinking about much of anything. And thus did his restlessness and background sense of dread accumulate in his totally re-hauling his office in some sort of mad, pre-school year scramble. It's what brings him to the door of Angelica's office looking slightly disheveled, maybe a little dusty, with a generous armful of books and a slightly strained smile. ]

I am going to get some lunch. Have you eaten already?

[She looks up from her files, blowing a loose lock of hair from her face in an exaggerated huff.]

No, I haven't yet. Mind if I join you?

[There is really no one else she'd rather have running the school with her, all truths be told. She may not have ever considered that she and Kurt would make such a good team, but she was grateful for not only his experience with the school itself, but also his level-headedness. Besides, she's always felt a little strange being named co-headmaster, when she'd never been an X-Man or attended Xavier's back home. Kurt makes her feel like she has a place, like her work is valuable. She likes it and she likes him.]

[ His smile becomes considerably less strained at the question. The greeting reminded him that he'd come by to be sociable, perhaps. ]

Certainly not. That is why I asked. Just give me a moment to put these things away, ja?

[ It's an easy promise to keep for a teleporter. He vanishes from the doorway only to reappear in less than a minute, sans books and in a clean t-shirt. He reaches up in an attempt to smooth his hair out. ]

If you'd already eaten, I was just going to make myself something. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?

[Superspeed she is used to witnessing, but teleportation really is something else altogether. It never ceases to impress her.]

There's a new deli nearby. I saw it on the way in this morning. They might be worth checking out.

Ooh, I do enjoy delis. It's hard to go wrong with them, isn't it?

[ He offers his arm. Old habits. ]

Shall we, Madam Headmaster?

[Angelica giggles, taking his arm.]

I'm famished. You know, I think I somehow forgot how intense running a school is over the summer.

[ He automatically thinks to teleport, for a moment, but he stops short. Doing that without warning wasn't the greatest thing to do, and why not enjoy an amicable walk? ]

That's the problem with having such a chunk of vacation, hm? It is easy to forget once your mind relaxes away from it.

[ A beat. He shrugs and continues, but his next statement doesn't have the backing of his full confidence. ] I'm sure it will be fine.

I hope you're right. [But there's a bit of trepidation in her voice.] It's going to be so different without Hank here this year.

[ The smile that he's been willfully holding up in conversation solidly fails at direct mention of Hank. He nods at the sentiment. He can't deny it a bit, can he? It is not a hard thing to admit. ]

You are right. We have to manage, I know, but... Hank has a knack for making these things seem rather effortless, doesn't he? It was easy enough to act alongside him.

[ Without him, though... Kurt is not convinced he's any good for this job. He can do well enough, sure, but he'd like to do better than that. He doesn't feel confident, and he hates that feeling. ] These things happen, however, don't they?

That's true. He's hardly the first of our friends to port out.

[They'd lost so many. And there'd been so many mutants before. Now, she could almost count their numbers on one hand. Herself and Kurt, and of course Pietro. And Quentin, Julian, Santo, and Sofia. How could that be?]

There were so many of us before. It's strange to think that most of our friends are gone now.

That's just the way it goes, I guess.

[ Which sounds defeatist to his own ears, but... In actuality what could be done? Even if they could drag the people they knew here, they were certainly needed more back home. To Kurt's knowledge, mutant-kind's situation was still utterly dire. ]

Potentially lonesome as it may be, we are here and must carry on well.

[ Even though it's not 'potentially' lonesome. It is lonesome. Definitely. That's how he feels now, at least, even in good company. ]

[Dan feels dreadfully underprepared especially in the wake Doctor McCoy's sudden departure; he had hoped to get to know the man better, scientist to scientist. Now he was left with a pile of books and notes on technology that Dan has only ever imagined in his dreams. It's no surprise that the knock on Angelica's office door is more than a little hesitant]

Um, Mrs. Jones? If I might take a moment of your time...

[She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, papers stacked higher that she is when she hears the knock.]

Please come in! It's open!

[So much mess. He carefully navigates his way towards her and then awkwardly looks for a chair before giving up and lowering himself to the ground.]

I know you're busy getting ready for the new term and with Doctor McCoy disappearing...

Um, does that happen often? Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I was just thinking it must be hard to keep people on if they can just vanish like that.

Oh.

[Angelica looks surprised, slowly crawling through her paperwork jungle and to her feet.]

It is difficult sometimes. Any of us could be ported out without any warning.

[A brief look of worry flashes over her.]

You're not... going to quit because Hank is gone, are you?

N-no! I wouldn't...I mean, no. No.

[He could understand the worry, but Dan wasn't a man to go back on his word and he doubted job opportunities for imports with few skills just fell from trees]

I just, well, I was sort of hoping to be able to talk to him. Teaching is so far out of my skill-set, I'd hate to get off on the wrong foot with the students.

[Is that all he was worried about? Angelica lets out an audible sigh of relief. This she can deal with.]

You've come to the exact perfect office for this, Mr. Dreiberg. I happen to have been in your exact situation a couple years ago. I wasn't a trained teacher when I started, either.

[All? Teaching is a very big thing in Dan's opinion and he'd hate to leave the kids worse off than when they arrived!]

Oh? Hank left me a few books and such, and I've mainly caught myself up on what's new in the biological sciences, but it's the idea of sharing that information to others that has me stumped.

You mean the actual lessons themselves?

[That might be a little harder to fix, but Angelica is sure there's a way to make it work!]

[Rapunzel was there looking for some of the teachers she had spoken to, and when she sees Angelica through the window of her door she pauses before knocking lightly and waving through the window to see if she can come in.]

Come on in!

[Angelica keeps whatever paperwork she has in hand, casually glancing up toward the door.]

Oh, Rapunzel. Good afternoon.

Hello!

[She smiles brightly as she slips inside.]

I was hoping someone would be here. Do you have a minute...?

Of course. Please come in.

[Realizing there's paperwork everywhere, she laughs sheepishly.]

Make yourself at home.

[Rapunzel didn't seem to mind the mess, stepping inside and looking around before she sank down into whatever chair was available. Her hair was short and brown for the moment.]

I was thinking about that practice test you mentioned. Maybe if I take it now, I would know what I don't have to worry about anymore?

Sure, I don't see why not.

[She stands and walks over to one of the filing cabinets behind her desk.]

Have you been studying in advance?

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