nextgenerationmarvel | Looking for Work (in all the wrong places)? (open at all)

Physical Therapy has been grueling as of late, and with her work just not being as fulfilling as it once had been, Alisa thought perhaps a change could be in her best interest. She was tired of feeling listless during art authentications for the rich and famous (despite the pay it gave her), and her heart hurting every time she saw Alistaire (who refused to let her go for some reason or another). She was currently waiting to hear back from the Guild elders and those higher up in the Enforcer branch on a certain situation that came up, and the stress was getting to her.

Before her on the desk was a long list of people who she could inquire about jobs. Oddly enough, the top of the list had the Xavier School on there. They did save her life, and she truly was grateful to them. Perhaps asking for the ability to work for them as an art instructor would help her find that missing piece. Another name on the list was Sebastian Shaw, but she feared he would not even listen to her, not after what she told him.

She lifted the receiver on her office phone and began to dial up the Xavier Institute. This made her just as nervous as when she helped Alistaire raid the Hellfire Club. Her back pushed up against her plush chair as she awaited for someone to pick up.

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"Whatever you will 'ave me do I guess. Even if you don' 'ave a full student body, I could work wit' de students dat are still on campus for like a summer art camp." She tried very hard not to sound desperate. "I know dis all must sound so odd, so if you 'ave any questions I'll answer dem. Nuthin' is off limits."

Rachel scratched right between her eyebrows. She wasn't sure if it was really itchy or a slight emotional reaction beyond even keel. She was going to try a diplomatic response.

"Well, Ms. LeBeau, I appreciate your enthusiasm to work with the children at Xavier's. However any volunteer work given over the phone will be to have you work with the fine people at the 11th Street Shelter in New York City. I do not nor will not let anyone work with my students on a paid or volunteer basis who just calls and asks to."

"I can understand 'ow unusual dis is, an' not very formal. But..." She cut herself off. "I... I understand." She knew such a possibility of working at the Xavier Institute was bad, but she did not know it was this bad. It was hard for her not to hide her hurt. She cursed herself inside of her head for showing that.

"I am... I am truly sorry I bothered you, in dat case."

Rachel looked at the ceiling and shrugged. There was no Kurt there to give her advice, but sometimes she wondered why Xavier gave her this job. Days like today made it seem like he gave it to her to avoid things like this.

"If you want to work here, you need to do it along proper channels," Rachel advised calmly. "I have government agencies watching us like hawks. You will also have to sever all association with Alistaire Shaw and his grandfather."

Rachel was gambling Alisa knew about Sebastian's return, but she doubted Alistaire would have kept that tidbit of information from her. "The only Shaw I want in association with anyone here at this school is Stephanie. In fact, a written recommendation from her would go a long way in having me at least look at your prospects as a part of the staff here. If you would like an appointment for a face-to-face meeting, I'll put you in touch with ... whoever my secretary today is."

Alisa pinched the bridge of her own nose as she heard this. This was not good news, at all.

"Unfortunately, I doubt Stephanie will be talkin' to me anytime soon. I'll be lucky if she will even stand to be in a room wit' be for more den a minute, Headmaster Ramsey." Alisa confessed. "Worst o' all, Alistaire continues to say I ain' expendable to him... he won' let me go, an' I don' know why but I can' leave'em. So I fully understand your concerns wit' who I am connected wit'. So again, I am terribly sorry I completely wasted your time."

She sounded completely sincere as well as honest about what was going on. "It don' 'elp I am sworn to his services by some ancient order. It was actually easier to lose my right leg. Dat says sumt'ing."

"I'll save your secretary some time an' jus' leave you all be. I don' want de school to be tainted by who I am associated wit' . I do t'ank you for your time in listenin' to me, Headmaster Ramsey. 'ave a pleasant day."

She took her red pen and marked of the Xavier Institute on her list of possible places for work. What was she even thinking? Alistaire had her tainted, on a tight leash, emotionally invested in him, and she knew it. Yet... she still cared for the bastard. Enough she was sacrificing a chance at something legit.

Alisa just waited for Rachel to hang up on her, so she could make another call from someone on her list that was NOT marked in red ink.

"If you still want to do good, Ms. LeBeau, you should still look at helping at the 11th Street Shelter. It might be easier to start your distancing with small steps." Rachel was entirely unsure how that advice would go over or even stick.

"Goodbye." Rachel hung up the phone by thinking about it. Then she went back to her paperwork.

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