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nextgenerationmarvel2012-11-11 02:28 pm
seismic_shockwave) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2012-11-11 02:28 pm
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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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."