The Godstorm made landfall just outside of New York City. Though the massive storm did not stop once he hit land. He pushed further inland. Rain battered large swaths of land behind him. While the fury of the weather abated once he made landfall, he was still a powerful storm making weathermen consider new careers.

The Godstorm was after something, and he was willing to go over land and lose some power to get it.

Though those left in the cities behind him had to clean up from the massive flooding, wind-damage, and rampant power outages.
There was a notebook and a felt-tip marker hovering in mid-air inside the office of the Headmistress of the Xavier School. Behind it, Julia stood, invisible, inside her new hard light exoskeleton. She would have sat down, but she was still having trouble moving and manipulating the shell.

She was a little nervous, still unsure about interacting with people again, even though Mrs. Grey-Ramsey had been filled in that Julia wasn't just a mass hallucination brought on by mid-term exam jitters. It had been a while since anyone had noticed her, and just as long since she'd sat in a classroom.

The pen vibrated slightly against the notebook. Julia was trying hard to keep her nervousness in check. They didn't need any more bleeding walls or fly infestation incidents.
There was a brief spatial disturbance in the hallway outside the Medbay.  Flames danced through the air with the sound of raptor wings, then a flash, and Jean Grey-Summers stepped through.  It was less dramatic than a landing on the front lawn, and less likely to set off alarms at S.H.I.E.L.D, Avengers Mansion, and/or every other agency or entity than had an interest in monitoring near-Earth space.

People, whether of Earth, the Kree, the Shi'Ar, Skrulls, even such beings as the Brood and the Technarchy, they all got nervous when the Phoenix made an unannounced visit to their neighborhood.

Also, Jean was in a hurry.  Her firstborn was injured.  Nevermind that she hadn't technically given birth to Rachel in this timeline, and that her chronologically younger brother was physically older, and that said firstborn had decimated an entire platoon of advanced Sentinels and rebuilt the mansion after being injured...

She stepped through the doorway, the molecules of her costume rearranging themselves into a soft green sweater and a crisp pair of linen trousers, and sat down next to the bed.  She gently smoothed her daughter's hair.

((OOC Note: This immediately follows this post and continues it on.))

Consciousness came back slowly to Headmaster Rachel Grey-Ramsey. The pain hit her faster. She groaned softly as her head and shoulder throbbed. She could sense all the chaos happening around the school, but her mind was too muddled to make sense of it. She reached up and pulled books and cracked shelving off her head and shoulders.

She knew she needed to be up and moving to protect the children. She wasn't helped by a cascade of wood and paper into her lap.
Class had only been in session for a couple days at Xavier's. Labor Day had come and gone. There were more students on campus than in previous semesters. The buzz from first day jitters had settled down. Routines were starting to be picked up. It was currently the small span of time between the end of classes for the day and the beginning of after-school activities.

A mile from the main house, a very determined man wearing purple and dark blue was setting up. He took note of various things like the range to the target, wind direction, wind velocity, air density, elevation, and the Coriolis effect. As well as the effect the window he was going to shoot through would have on his very special bullet. He peered through his scope. This would be an extremely tricky shot, but the entire operation was waiting on him to start it. He needed to take out the biggest problem on that campus. The new construction getting into his way didn't help matters.

He eventually lined up a clear shot and waited. He caught a flash of red in the window. The target must have been sitting at her desk. The sniper grinned slightly to himself. He took in a breath, let it half out, and then squeezed the trigger.
The one-of-a-kind bullet made of non-magnetic material blasted out of the barrel of the sniper rifle. His aim was dead on. He quickly tapped the signal to have the first ones launch their attack.

The walls along Graymalkin Lane were breached explosively in multiple places. Most near security nodes to delay the time the security system roused. Men and women in black tabards with white crosses poured through the openings. They ran toward the buildings and any visible muties on the grounds. They all had been itching for some action since the debacle at Veridian Dynamics. Being underground for this long made the need for mutie blood strong among the Purifiers.
With the opening of the school post-Labor Day fast approaching, it was time to open the dorms to the student populations. This was being done so most of the interior of the mansion (above the subbasements) could be remodeled and re-utilized for more academic means.

It was bright and early on that late August morning the headmaster of Xavier's had the students and staff gather for announcements. Things had to change at how parts of Xavier's were ran. Gone were the days of it being a home first and school second.

Rachel went to the front of the gathered crowd and used her telepathy to augment her voice so everyone could hear her.

"Good morning, everyone. Today, we officially open the two dorms to student living." She used one hand to gesture to the two large buildings behind the mansion and opposite each other across the width. "The students will spend the day moving out today from the mansion into the boys' and girls' dorms. Some of the roommate assignments have been updated and adjusted as needed. The assignments have been posted in both your current dorms and your new one. If you don't have a roommate at this moment, do not think you've lucked out. We have students returning and new ones enrolling after Labor Day."

She took a breath. "With this move to the dorms, comes a change in how this school proceeds. Under my predecessor, the school had more leeway and could be like a home before an educational institution. Now, with the watchful eyes hoping we fail, we have to move how we do things into a more proper school setting. With that in mind, more rules have been instituted to get us in line with those terms of existence."

She took a small breath. "The cafeteria kitchen is now off-limits to students. Only those with prior permission and reason to be there will be allowed in. It is up to Ms. Blaire's and my discretion on whom that is. Food in the cafeteria will be supplied on a 24 hour basis, but do not expect hot food once the kitchen has been closed down for the night. The cafeteria will start serving hot food at 6 AM and will close down the hot food portion at 8 PM.

"The horses in the stables are not to be fed junk food under any circumstances. Ms. Moonstar informs me the next person who slips them one of those deep fried fruit pies will be cleaning out the stalls with a bucket, a sponge, and no powers. And I agree with her.

"The Shi'ar mainframe in this school needs to have its resources used responsibly. Mr. Ramsey will disable your access to the internet if he catches anyone trying to host things like Warcraft sessions on it."

Roommate Assignments )
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Dolemeck was a bit excited about today. He would finally start training in the Danger room with his telekinetic powers. Not just that, but he would also be training with Ilya. Since his arrival, the two formed a unique bond which enabled them both to open about their lives and problems. This made Dolemeck less anxious around the mansion and in class. He was coming off as more relaxed and mature.

The two only worried that Headmistress Ramsey would say something about their closeness. It hung over their heads as they entered the Danger Room. Dolemeck allowed Ilya to wheel him in, and both young men were dressed in their training uniforms (which Dolemeck hated his with a passion). Giving Rachel a salute, Dolemeck smiled as they arrived.

"Dolemeck Night, reporting for training, Headmistress Ramsey!" He sounded more cheerful and care-free than ever. All of this, despite the worry he felt inside.
Ilya stood in the lobby of the mansion, attempting not to panic. While his SHIELD handler worked out the final paperwork, she'd benignly told him to stay there. The thing of it was, though, he was pretty sure that an entire apartment complex from home could fit in here. He tried not to fidget as it continued to hit home just how far away from, well, home that he was. The world seemed suddenly much too big, leaving him motionless as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked at his bags and wondered if he should take them up to his room... except he had no idea where his room was. And despite SHIELD having taught him fluent English, the Russian was loathe to call out for help and say something stupid and grammatically incorrect. He didn't want to look like an idiot right after he'd walked through the door.

So the fifteen year old stood there, glancing around awkwardly, silent as a mouse.
There was Richard, Topher, Brianna, Kayla, Rose, Bobbi, and himself. Well, that he met so far. The school was starting to fill up with new students, meaning it was only a matter of time before school started up. Not just that, but soon official room mates would be assigned, classes would be sorted out. It was going to be hectic.

For now, Dolemeck was hanging out with Richard on the front lawn of the mansion. The two were reading a book together... when a pick-up truck drove up on the grounds. That must be the new kid he overheard the teachers talking about. He looked over to Richard with a raised eyebrow, before watching as their new classmate got out of his truck.
It took a couple of days after her disastrous meeting with Athos for Brooke to set one up with Rachel. For one thing, she'd needed to calm her nerves down a little bit - the meeting had truly been difficult and Brooke had never felt so off of her game in her entire life. For another, there had been the clean-up to consider. The turtle had left quite the hideous mess for Brooke - scorch marks included! - and it had been hard work for the brunette to clean all that up. 

I'm never taking Sharona for granted again, Brooke mused as she knocked on the door of Rachel's office. Such a hearty constitution when it comes to hard manual labor like that

She smoothed down the skirt of her dress and glanced again at the clutch she'd discovered while shopping that weekend. It was meant to look like the cover of one of Brooke's favourite books, L'Arrache-cœur. It was a French novel about a psychoanalyst who moved to a village where absurd things occurred. Not quite like the Institute, really, though thematically, it fits in some ways, she thought wryly. 

She took a seat outside of the office, flashing back to many of the other meetings she'd had with Rachel here since her arrival at the Institute not so long ago. And really, who knows how this one will end?
Dolemeck was nervous as he sat outside of Rachel's office. He was nervous for many reasons, none of them particularly bad. Though he did worry that she found out that he nearly destroyed a tree with his powers on the mansion grounds. That was embarrassing, though not as much as stealing a nap in Bobbi's bed!

He tried to sit with his back straight, hissing as he felt some pain from doing so. Between the bruises and the stress he was under, he was surprised he was not hurting more. Despite that, it would not stop him from doing important things... like speaking with Headmistress Ramsey. He needed her help on two matters, and hoped she was the right person to go to.
So, it had been made official. Jeremiah was going back to Avalon. He'd offered up and down for Josephine to come with her, including multiple assurances that his Mother and Father would be happy to have her live with them, but she'd politely declined. Avalon was his home, and his life, not hers. If this dimension was her home, for another day or for the rest of her life, she was going to have to really make it hers.

Of course, that left the concern of where to actually live. The city was expensive, and even though the very nice allowance from Not-Mama was probably still something she could count on, living alone didn't appeal to her, and she didn't have any friends close enough for her to imagine sharing a place with them.

So, she did what any homeless mutant in the know would do.

She called Xavier's.

It took a lot, but Alisa was finally stabilized. Her nero-implants helped to stabilize her powers, while therapists had worked on her mind. It was a bitter pill to swallow, as it meant she had to take personal responsibility for her own actions. She went back to Alistaire willingly, she hurt people on his word, and she napalmed many good bridges that could have helped her. She had sub-consciously set herself up for failure, because she believed she was not worth the effort.

That ends now. Instead of going home to Alistaire, as she would have in the past, Alisa went back to the mansion she bought in Westchester. She began to set the place up as a proper home, taking pride in the small steps she took. To ensure she would not fall back into the same traps, she went to a therapist twice a week, changed her number, avoided going into the City (for now), and tried to do more normal things.

With her self esteem and self worth coming back, Alisa began to feel more like a normal person. No longer was she a weapon or a prized item. She was finally seeing herself as a person, and it felt good. However, there was still work to be done.

As Alisa sat in her sitting room, she picked up her phone and began to dial a number. There would be no repairing bridges over-night, she knew that. And rejections did not mean she was a bad person. She would have to work, and harder than before to repair all the damage her self sabotaging had done, and the first step was to apologize to those she hurt (and actually mean it. Not just do it to make herself feel better).

"Hello? Xavier Institute? May I please speak with Mrs. Rachel Ramsey please? Yes, I will hold." Her accent was barely there. The damage she took nearly wiped it out, but faint traces of it could be heard at times.
 Anybody who happened across Brooke Wyngarde would find her in a very warm, friendly, and gracious mood indeed. In fact, the hellacious little empath was giving off vibes of contentment like it was on clearance at Neiman-Marcus. For anyone who knew her well, this was probably an incredibly weird, off-setting thing for them to feel from her. But there it was. Brooke, actually happy and not snapping at anyone, or trying to tear anyone down. 

Granted, that could change at any moment.

At the moment, Brooke was seated in one of the Mansion's many common areas, a pitcher of strawberry and basil iced tea at her side, along with a small platter of cucumber sandwiches. Her iPad was carefully nestled in her hand and she was trying to read that day's issue of Women's Wear Daily but instead kept on flashing back to her night with Alexander. 

God, but that night had been perfect in ways she hadn't ever thought it could be. It had been everything she'd expected, and more still. She'd never felt as worshipped, or as loved, before. Feeling another flash of heat passing over her, Brooke reached out and took another drink of her iced tea. It did nothing to cool her down. 

Is the first time like this for everyone, Brooke wondered, or is this a special case?

Shaking her head, she tried to refocus on her paper but found that she couldn't. Brooke closed the Kate Spade iPad case and set the device down next to her. Oh who cares. I'm just going to revel in this.
After all the chaos that had gone down, Alisa was happy to offer to do something fun with the students at the school (as well as Ryan if he was able to come with her). Karakoe Night in Westchester! She had rented a limo to handle more than ten people, should there be any extras who wanted to come along. For now, she was at the front of the school, checking to see who wanted to come along.

Of course Rachel did put down some ground rules for this trip: No bars, no alcohol, and everyone gets back before curfew. These were ground rules Alisa could live with and agreed with. After-all, she wanted to prove she was responsible and could handle a bunch of teenagers... as well as have fun.

"Okay, kids! Let's pack it up! Limo is gonna be arrivin' soon! Remember, no weapons, no powers, no alcohol, an' no whinnin' ! Dis is supposed to be a good, clean, fun time!" She smiled as she tried to get some of the students attention. "If you are comin' along wit' , please sign dis sheet for Mrs. Ramsey!"
Rachel had dragged her feet on doing this long enough. As much as she hated to admit she needed help (from this woman in particular), the time-displaced woman knew she couldn't handle everything on her own. She needed more qualified staff, and she needed someone with more refined skill to help her with what Sinister had done. So, she had reached out to Emma Frost to set up a meeting at the school.

Though there was lots of construction going on all over the grounds, Rachel had her office prepared and ready. There was to be coffee or tea delivered, provided Kayla did not fall asleep on it. Rachel had an idle thought someone really needed to find out what was wrong with that girl. Hana had whipped up something on request. It would hopefully cover any taste of crow if it came to that.

Also, Rachel had canceled any psychic sessions with Stephanie. After a conversation with Miss Shaw's fiance, the redhead figured her patient wouldn't need two draining tasks in a day. Besides the fact they were also at a point where Sinister's manipulations were blocking any process. She also rescheduled the rest of her appointments. That would give Brooke another chance to try to reach Pete Eastman.

Her office was mostly put together with pictures of the two former headmasters hanging prominently on the wall facing her desk. She was as ready as she was going to be. She had instructions to let her know as soon as Emma Frost had passed through the front gate. She would greet the woman personally. Until then she worked on checking on some of the paperwork for incoming students for the fall semester.
When his mother told him that she was sending him somewhere to train to be a hero, Richard had thought that she was pulling his leg. Of course, he realized that she was dead serious when he was put on a plane and took a cab to a large mansion where some former associates of hers lived. Okay, she might have called them something else, but Richard was choosing to visualize them as old friends as opposed to something negative. Either way, they were going to be his friends, which was all that really mattered to him.

Once he got all of his stuff up to the door, Richard opened the door and poked his head through. "Hello! Anyone there," he called out as he started to drag his stuff through the door. Hopefully, someone would show up to tell him where he could place his things for the time being.
Alisa's head was still killing her after that Soiree. It pretty much confirmed she did not want ANYTHING to do with the Hellfire Club what so ever. Sebastian made sure she got the message by having Tessa play with her mind like a violin. Because of her own stubbornness, Alisa realized she could have died playing such a game. And for what? To keep some clients? It just was not worth it.

That being said, she did keep her word with Ryan. She got all the paperwork to enroll herself in the continuing education program at the Xavier Institute. She paid for her tuition in full (it was just a drop in the bucket for her), and now she was going to the Institute to drop everything off and perhaps meet with Rachel about what she was hoping to gain from this.

She pulled up to the Institute in her Cobra, careful with how she parked it, and obeying the speed limit. Alisa stepped out of the car, not dressed like the first time she came here. No, she reverted back to her white business shirt, red tie, suspenders, black and grey pinstripe skirt, and... well... her black prosthetic. No more pretending to be someone else. This was who she was, take it or leave it.

Alisa marched up the steps to the Institute and then gave the door a good knock to announce she had arrived.
WHEN: One week after the Hellfire Club soiree
WHAT: Stephanie is a complete mess, guys.
WHO: Could be a variety of folks, honestly. This is just laying the fields of awful.
WHERE: The Mansion.

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