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nextgenerationmarvel2012-11-11 02:28 pm
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11th Street Shelter Shenanigans!
WHO: Xavier's students
WHERE: 11th Street Shelter
WHAT: Helping out, making a difference!
WHEN: Early afternoon on Sunday
RATING: PG to PG-13
It'd been a relatively uneventful trip into the city, though things were a bit slower on the road due to heavier-than-usual maintenence, it taking nearly an hour to get into the core of the city. It had been agreed upon to take a quick lunch stop at a burger place along the road- on the principle that it was probably best not to eat the shelter's food. Once they'd got to the shelter, they had all immediately been put to work serving food, with a lunch time that ran from 12 to 2, though hot coffee, cookies and sandwiches were available at any time during the day. Tying back her hair so it wouldn't get into the soup, Kayla started doling out the day's food. If it was needed, people would be sent doing other tasks, such as preparing beds for those who needed them or cleaning up. Later on in the afternoon, they'd be put to work sorting food for the food bank, or clothing to give to those who needed it.
But right now, their help was needed the most in the kitchen, making sandwiches and coffee, putting out cookies and doling out the soup of the day (beef noodle) from giant pots. Kayla paused for a moment to wipe her brow- it was hot in the kitchen and there were a lot of people to serve during lunch hour. Hopefully the soup wouldn't run out before the people in the lines had all been fed ... a lot of soup had been made, but some days it was hard to feed everyone that needed it. Worse came to worse, they'd have to dip into the food bank supplies and start cooking up canned soups. Hardly an ideal circumstance, but better than turning anyone away.
The clientele were varied, with all manner of appearances and backstories. While most mutants could more or less pass for human, most of the mutants who came to 11th Street had some form of inconvenient or visible mutation- those who didn't could often find either jobs or assistance from other agencies. The mutations had led to some interesting consequences- one woman who didn't have functioning vocal cords but minor telepathic abilities could only communicate through telepathy- and several of the mutants at the shelter had higher-than-average caloric needs that were also a drain on food supplies. Clothing had to be replaced as powers accidents resulted in the destruciton of what was sometimes their only outfit of decent clothes.
Kayla turned to give an encouraging smile to the person next to her, as she ladled out another serving of soup into a bowl to a young woman covered in brilliant, multicoloured feathers.
"Lunch rush is almost over. Then we get to work sorting food, clothing and other supplies."
The plan was to be there all afternoon.
WHERE: 11th Street Shelter
WHAT: Helping out, making a difference!
WHEN: Early afternoon on Sunday
RATING: PG to PG-13
It'd been a relatively uneventful trip into the city, though things were a bit slower on the road due to heavier-than-usual maintenence, it taking nearly an hour to get into the core of the city. It had been agreed upon to take a quick lunch stop at a burger place along the road- on the principle that it was probably best not to eat the shelter's food. Once they'd got to the shelter, they had all immediately been put to work serving food, with a lunch time that ran from 12 to 2, though hot coffee, cookies and sandwiches were available at any time during the day. Tying back her hair so it wouldn't get into the soup, Kayla started doling out the day's food. If it was needed, people would be sent doing other tasks, such as preparing beds for those who needed them or cleaning up. Later on in the afternoon, they'd be put to work sorting food for the food bank, or clothing to give to those who needed it.
But right now, their help was needed the most in the kitchen, making sandwiches and coffee, putting out cookies and doling out the soup of the day (beef noodle) from giant pots. Kayla paused for a moment to wipe her brow- it was hot in the kitchen and there were a lot of people to serve during lunch hour. Hopefully the soup wouldn't run out before the people in the lines had all been fed ... a lot of soup had been made, but some days it was hard to feed everyone that needed it. Worse came to worse, they'd have to dip into the food bank supplies and start cooking up canned soups. Hardly an ideal circumstance, but better than turning anyone away.
The clientele were varied, with all manner of appearances and backstories. While most mutants could more or less pass for human, most of the mutants who came to 11th Street had some form of inconvenient or visible mutation- those who didn't could often find either jobs or assistance from other agencies. The mutations had led to some interesting consequences- one woman who didn't have functioning vocal cords but minor telepathic abilities could only communicate through telepathy- and several of the mutants at the shelter had higher-than-average caloric needs that were also a drain on food supplies. Clothing had to be replaced as powers accidents resulted in the destruciton of what was sometimes their only outfit of decent clothes.
Kayla turned to give an encouraging smile to the person next to her, as she ladled out another serving of soup into a bowl to a young woman covered in brilliant, multicoloured feathers.
"Lunch rush is almost over. Then we get to work sorting food, clothing and other supplies."
The plan was to be there all afternoon.
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"Sounds like an intriguing plan," Brooke said, nodding her head. A Mutant Town of sorts. To be honest, that wasn't the worst idea. "And with you at the helm, I'm certain it wouldn't turn into some mutant ghetto where people were afraid to come in." She didn't want this place to be called the X-Projects or something.
"Your father would probably be incredibly proud of your business acumen."
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"Thank you. I have no doubt that it will take some time for it to be established as a pleasant place, but that is the ultimate aim. I imagine a lot of the inhabitants will be rather poor to begin with, partly due to limited employment opportunities." Stephanie smirked slightly. "I'll be working on changing that too. The vast majority of these people would leap at the chance to do any sort of decent work."
"I wouldn't say it's exactly, entirely, a business proposition. In fact, I doubt I will see any financial gain at all from this in the short or medium term. It's about establishing a mutant community in the heart of the world's most important city."
She took out papers on projected demographic change to Brooke. "If we concentrate the rising mutant population in this area, eventually it will reach a level high enough to elect an openly mutant city councillor. Eventually, it might reach a large enough number that the mutant vote will become key to the election of the local House Representative and possibly even the mayor's office."
"If things go well, the success of this neighbourhood will be living proof that mutants aren't some sinister "Other". The Purifiers will look far worse trying to harass a prosperous, growing neighbourhood than isolated individuals."
I'll be looking for support from Xavier's school. I'd like to sound out the possibility of their establishing a satellite campus of sorts in the area. Provide mutants with an friendly option for GEDs and the like."
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"You realize, though, that every town is going to end up with its bad pockets and all that, right?" She raised an eyebrow. "Mutant gangs and the like - they might be liable to happen. I know it's something that's far away, but it's something to think about." Not every place was the Smurf village, whatever it was called.
"Xavier's would probably be more than happy to help, considering their message," she added. "It's not...the place I thought it was." They weren't all drinking the happy juice and getting indoctrinated. They honestly believed in Charles Xavier's ideology and message and methods.
It was a little inspiring.
Brooke handed the papers back to Stephanie. "That's sort of why I'm here. To help. To do better. I've...if I'd known any of this existed, I would have been here far sooner." Brooke had never shied away from a charity event, but she'd never really realized that her own people needed that charity. "Granted, I'm sure some of my Mansion-mates think I'm here for less than honorable reasons." She grimaced. "I'm not the best at getting along with people, if you haven't noticed."
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"I would, of course, and in all likelihood, they would in the long run yield considerable profits, but this isn't really about money. It's about doing what I can to ensure our people have a good future." Stephanie took a breath. It would also, of course, raise her own profile and position her, potentially, to be that mutant politican.
She believed in many of the same ideas as the people at the Mansion, though for reasons of enlightened self-interest rather than real altruism. It was only part of her plans, actually. A centrepiece.
"Good. This place can use all the help it can get." She looked at her friend for a moment. "And so could I."
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Ironic, that.
Her brow furrowed. "What's going on?"
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She spoke quietly.
"I'm looking to gather ambitious and talented young mutants together, to help each other and further our interests without doing anything so vulgar as attempt world conquest. A conspiracy, if you will, to save the world from itself.
You're my best friend, and it'd be simply rude for you not to be the first person I speak to about it."
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"Save the world from itself, help better mutantkind, and do it in a way that's different from the Sisterhood of Mutants? Yes. I'd say that sounds like a fantastic idea."