Issue 1 Downtime

Theresa had the suite door propped open and the windows as well to get a draft going. She seemed to be busy going through boxes in one corner of the room, the accumulated pile that had been brought up from storage that she was in the process of sorting and breaking down.

((Open))

There was a knock on the door frame and Steph leaned against it casually. "Welcome back, Theresa."

"Thanks," Theresa said, looking up. "How's it going, Steph?"

"I somehow naively assumed the weird wouldn't start for at least a week, but I got to deal with a sword-wielding fey who's apparently going to be here this year after she drew said sword and pointed it at one of the high schoolers."

She smirked, "starting to wish I'd stayed in the woods on my annual trip to indulge my wild side."

"So you met Vivienne," Theresa said, pulling out a poster and peering down its rolled up length, obviously trying to figure out what was on it. "She seemed a little high strung when she talked to the Headmistress."

"Yes...you could say that," she chuckled. "I'm glad you decided to stay on for university."

"I don't think there was really anywhere else to go," she said. "Besides, I didn't put in all that training time to not be an X-Man."

"There is certain appeal to superhero work, isn't there? And you've certainly got the talent for it."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," she said, finally deciding what the poster was and tossing it onto a small pile of other rolled up posters. "We'll have to see if I can hack being on the real roster though."

"You will. We wouldn't have ever let you onto the jet unless you had the skills and smarts you needed. "

She chuckled, "Well, we all just want to give back some, right. Speaking of giving back, if there's someone in your power control class you think I could help, let me know."

"Be careful what you ask for," she smirked. "'Ill definitely keep you in mind. I have a harder time helping kids with powers that are less physical and more mental."

"Just don't stick me with a telepath. I'm not sure it's healthy to be in my head."

"I'm the same way. We'll give them to Ryan."

She laughed, "I'm not sure that's particularly better."

"Sure it is. It's not us. And we couldn't get in trouble from him, I still have him wrapped around my finger." she giggled

"The secrets you learn when you're not a high schooler anymore," she teased.

"We have history. But it's history--we're just friends," she smiled

"I won't tease you about it," she said. "I think the high schoolers will continue to give you plenty of grief."

"We'll see if anyone has anything as clever as 'Detention Oprah' to call me this year," she smirked.

"That was a bit of genius," she smirked back.