Oleanders growing outside her door

[radiantly]

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.]

Comments

[radiantly]

[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.

[themisfit]

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?

[radiantly]

[Angelica giggles, taking his arm.]

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

[themisfit]

[ 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.

[radiantly]

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.

[themisfit]

[ 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?

[radiantly]

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.

[themisfit]

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. ]