Salad days, the start of the school year

Bobby was in a panic! He just cause their school's first major disaster! He scrambled in his snow form, finding it a bit refreshing. But the more he panicked the worse the ice became. Scott probably had a concussion and the chandelier was falling in slow motion, well it felt that way. form of an ice monster.Bobby looked around... yea, didn't think that would work Bobby jumped off and attempted to foolishly tackle the Chandelier, or push Scott our of harm's way, but what happened instead confused the young boy as his powers engulfed the evil Chandelier in a large snowball, falling within an inch of Scott.

Scott could hear the commotion about him but his eyes were firmly shut, and in his blindness he could not locate his special powdered ruby quartz crystal line glasses. With his other senses, there was the rush of air and complaints of the wealthy young WWIII and his cohort would be rescuer Henry bounding around on those gorrila size feet of his.

The oddest feeling overwhelmed Scott as he squirmed around on his belly like a worm, the floor began to tingle with condensation and become chilled to touch, a shiver ran up his spine as sleet of snow blew behind him. Crystals rained down broken from their housing on the chandelier and the half that didn't shatter, made strange crunching sounds as they hit something soft and cold.

"Can anyone see my glasses?"

Scott's unleashed optic blast smashed into the wall, where Hank had bounded to just the moment before. There was very little time to be concerned with Hank's quip, before Warren was forcibly put to the move again. The Beast's acrobatics were becoming increasingly hazardous and desperate the longer the big fella defied gravity. Warren's wings weren't helping McCoy in the aerodynamic capacity, that and the imminent need for haste.

Warren was being held at an angle that, even if he should work free, he wasn't going to be in a position to regain his equilibrium. The air resistance was buffeting the wrong side of his wings, and even from here, the tip of his left wing was folding fast against the floor. The air filled with fluffy snowflakes, then Worthington was released by his so-called rescuer. Angel tumbled gracelessly over a plush upholstered, rosewood foot-stool and accompanying ornate easy-chair; to land in an icy tangle next to a pair of reddish sunglasses.

'Ah-ah... ow.'

Hank wasn't entirely in a pleased mood as he was reintroduced to the ground. He did his darnedest to duck and roll with the fall, but the meeting went considerably worse for Hank than it did for the ground. It was only then that he noticed a distinct chill in the air. Shards of chandelier and ice rained down like some clichéd Christmas scene, except a bit more on the deadly side.

Speaking of deadly, it also seemed that Scott was missing an essential item of eye wear. Essential, that was, if he wanted to avoid blasting everything in the vicinity into rubble. "Yikes!" Hank exclaimed. It wasn't the best exclamation he could have come up with, with his vast vocabulary. He had being toying with an exclamation involving garters or stars...or maybe both...but 'yikes' was the first word that came into his head.
"Can anybody see them?" He looked about, but to no avail. "I don't relish the idea of being a target for ocular beams so early in the academic year!"

oh man oh man oh man. I screwed up big time! The bald wheelchair man is totally going to kick me out now! If Bobby was sweating during these thoughts, no one could tell. Well if they paid very close attention they could probably see the millimeters being added to his snow covered form. He panicked as everyone began looking for Scott’s glasses. Bobby dove into the white stuff and began searching for their Scott’s glasses. “If anyone asks…This wasn’t my fault okay, guys?...Guys…?” Bobby looked up and saw the glasses of their friend embedded in the giant snowball. “Found ‘em”

Scott blindly felt about the floor trying not to freeze his hands on the ice or snow and being mindfull of shattered crystal. It would not be pleasant to have to write out detention with cut up hands. With his other senses taking up the slack, Scott clearly heard the comments from Hank.

"That wasn't my intention at all McCoy. I'm sorry, I lost my glasses."

Thankfully Bobby had discovered them so all was not lost. With eyes firmly shut, Scott got up on his knees and dusted himself, before holding his hands out in earnest for some kind person to deliver the spectacles to him.

Warren remained on the floor for a moment, even after he had recovered his senses from the drop. He blinked, remembering the cause of his earlier irritation, as the snow covered Bobby Drake thrashed about looking for Slim's prescription glasses. Idiot, jerk! Angel thought of the younger student. Of course Scott's specs were within reach the whole time, but Warren had no intention of helping, let Bobby find them himself. This was his fault. Worthington climbed up to certain footing, and dusted the icy flakes off himself with clear impatience.

'Who do you think he's going to blame, huh? Look around, there isn't anybody else that could cause this mess.' --Conveniently missing the point, that he had been the one to barrel in after Drake.

Jean hadn't had to worry about a new school in, well, ever. Even when she'd moved from the Elementary school to the middle school it was the same people. The same students, same friends, teachers she knew. It was familiar and even when things had changed for her, she could take some comfort in the routine of things. Which had been the only reason she was reluctant when the Professor showed up yet again, and asked her to join his fledgling school.

There was no way to really go back after she said yes, she knew that. She wouldn't be hanging out with the same friends, she wouldn't be contemplating the cheerleading team. She wouldn't be 'normal' anymore. Of course she hadn't been 'normal' for a very long time. She was just very good at appearances. So in the end she'd packed, said her goodbyes, let her parents come up with a cover story for everyone, and headed out.

First days were hard, and she hadn't been this nervous in a long time. So of course she'd made sure her hair was perfect and a smile in place. She didn't have books yet so she had her sketch pad clutched to her chest and purse over her shoulder. She wasn't sure what to expect when she walked in the front door. She knew it wasn't the sight that greeted her. She had only made it in a few feet before her smile faded and she blinked, head tilting to the side as she tried to understand the mess in front of her. Snow. When there really shouldn't be any. Ice. Glass he thought. Someone with wings and someone, um, made of ice. Wow, she was starting to think she might not be 'normal' in any school. She didn't want to draw too much attention to her presence but she didn't want to startle any of them either. Especially not now. Clearing her throat she put a smile back on and tried to act natural. Yeah, act natural. "Sorry to interrupt the play time, but I'm supposed to report to the Professor?"

Somewhere below all the comotion that was up stairs, secreted within the Eastern wing of the Mansions basement, a small power up triggered a chain reaction. The computer lab was illuminated with the huge main screen's flickering to life. There was a whir of motors and clicking of memory chips and processors coming to life. A blast of air from a multitude of fans over hidden heat sinks disturbed a layer of dust and the display screen flashed up with a bunch of code which flashed along the main display

From within the bowels of the machine a simple yet cheerful voice errupted. "Professor Xavier, you have a visitor."

The Professor was vaguely aware of the boy’s actions but was busy with his own studies at the moment, he was mindful to hand out demerits when the time was right. However his thoughts were interrupted by an automatic response system he had built into his radio controlled watch. The synthetic sounding voice called to him and he immediately covered the watch to dampen the sound emanating from the device. There were still some kinks in the system and how inappropriate to have a meeting interrupted or some other intimate occasion spoiled by a high pitched chime or voice. He would have to discover some way to silently make alerts known. He was sure there would be something more appealing than receiving a static shock to gain his attention.

“Thank you Cerebro.”

Still he managed to give the clearly artificial device a sense of own and it did help to have an adult like personality with whom to converse, although limited in its capabilities. He had come to calling it by name and even encouraged his students to do the same. Traversing his way from his office, through the library and down the gallery, Charles found himself staring in the direction of the foyer and the five young mutants he had discovered.

“Hello Miss Grey, I pray the cab driver got you here in a timely fashion. I will have to say this of first impressions; this is hardly the welcome committee that you may have envisioned Jean.

I’m sure your fellow students will be able to place their tongues back in their mouths and apologise. Henry, Robert, Warren and Scott please make Jean feel welcome. As she will be living here at the school I am sure she has a number of suitcases and items that would benefit from your tending and care. Do make her feel welcome.”

The wheel chair bound, bald man smiled in his best attempt to make the young woman feel welcomed.

Maybe in retrospect, the moment would be a funny one. However, Angel was struck with embarrassment at the thought of being found in this stupid situation. It seemed to Warren that his peers were equally shamed, and they being slow to react, Warren took initiative and leaped forward with ludicrous speed, to solicit the gratitude of the particularly pretty young woman standing in the hall. More snow, careful not to slip! Brushed past Scott, who was still groping for his glasses. Wide eyed and beaming (referring to Angel, not Scott in this instance).

The Professor trundled out, shamed them with a second dose. The old man had appeared with his customary ill-timing, again. But at least Warren had the pieces of information he needed, and all that was important now, was to rectify first impressions. Reduce his association with the fiasco, if she was, as he suspected, a bit more straight laced. He could work with straight laced if necessary.

"Welcome to Xavier's school, Miss Grey. I'm Warren..." He struck out a hand, to take her own, in an amiable if impetuous gesture. "--Warren Worthington." He continued, and hoped; dropping his name into the mix would result in some positive impact. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Just as the mutant powered shtick reached its crescendo, their presence was graced by the appearance of a most attractive young lady. The normally agile Hank McCoy tried his best to scramble to his feet, an effort that was hampered by the slippery snow underfoot. His feathery friend, however, took no time in swooping in to make the girl's acquaintance.

As his agility failed him, so too did his vocabulary. "Erm...hello...I..er...well..."
Hank shook his head and admitted defeat. It was useless to battle against Warren's obvious charms. Instead, he thought he'd take the opportunity to be helpful. "Please allow me to retrieve your luggage, Miss Grey."

Hank bounded out, fixing Warren with a severe glance.

Bobby, still in his wonderful new form as a snowman was frozen in fear as the owner of this establishment just introduced them to a new girl to their school. Great, a girl. Its not that he had anything against them, they just seemed to complicate his life. He waved a little bit at the new girl and sighed as he waited for the chastising that he knew was going to come his way. But before hand he felt that he should at least be as polite as possible in order to hopefully lessen his punishment. "Hi, I'm Bobby...the snowman" He gave a slight smile hoping that it would elicit something that wasn't a scowl from anyone.

Scott was still blind, and nobody seemed to notice him. With introductions being played out, the attention for his missing spectacles had gone awry. Bobby had been the one to mention he had found them but with so many sounds both with a girl entering the foyer and the subsequent yet mysterious appearance of Professor Xavier. Fondling around with eyes clamped shut was making Scott's tactile senses a bit more honed in, though it was for nought as the only thing within reaching distance was either melting ice or fragments of the broken crystal.

Sitting back awkwardly from all the rushing boys movement, Scott was worried that in his lack of sight that perhaps the other teens had somehow made him out to be invisible. He dared not open his eyes for the fear of what could happen if he even peeked a short look. With him the term 'looks could kill' was an apt description. In absence of his sight, he still felt inclined to say something to the newest student member. He managed a wave, not entirely sure if he was facing the right direction.

"I'm Scott..."

The staring was starting to make her slightly uncomfortable, but she tried not to show it. At least no more than a shifting of feet. Finally the Professor came out and if you paid attention you'd see the sigh of relief and relaxed shoulders. Her smile even brightened slightly. "Thank you Professor. It's, fine. I wasn't really sure what to expect so I guess this is, normal?" she asked with just a slight hesitance.

Suddenly they were all mobilizing. With a quick lick to her lower lip she took the offered hand. "Pleasure, Mr. Worthington. Jean Grey, though, Jean is fine." She was already sizing them up, in her mind figuring out how to talk to them all. Jean was nothing if not adaptable. The second one to come up never even got his name out. She blinked as he went past her and half turned. "Oh well, thank you, but, I didn't get your name."

When she turned back Warren still had that smile and it was one she recognized. It was dazzling, and a cover. She smiled back and when no one else was really moving, she shifted her sketch pad to one arm and walked past Warren, picking through the rubble and finding a pair of what looked like sunglasses. She'd never seen red lenses in them before. Cleaning them off on her pants real quick she knealt in front of Scott and gave Bobby a quick smile. "I guess this is your mess then? Snow inside, summer won't be boring then. Here, your sunglasses." She added softly and held them out just brushing his fingers.

With his eyes still closed she could only assume his eyes were perhaps sensitive to the sunlight and he really needed them.