The New Guy... (Open to all X'ers)

[dolemeck]

A yellow cab pulled up to the Xavier Institute, it's breaks making a bit of a squeal as it did so. Once parked, the cab driver got out and opened the passenger's side door, then moved to open the trunk of the cab, all while grumbling about the inquisitive man he had just driven here. After the passenger got out of the cab, and the steamer trunk was laid on the driveway, the cabbie took off, appearing to have been paid in full. Thank goodness for card readers in cabs these days.

Dolemeck Night stood before the mansion. It was much larger than he had anticipated, and rather grand looking. It looked like his private school, only three times the size! This was certainly going to be a change. With a light backpack by his side, he started to walk towards the main doors. His leg braces making his movements look somewhat "stiff" as he tried to make his way there.

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[fourshelled]

"Phht. Not even a tiny pucker." He hoisted the trunk with one hand and sipped his lemonade with the other. It wasn't what he planned to do outside, but why not?

"Nice use of the info, dude. Now, can ya do it again?" He grinned as he headed toward the stairs.

[dolemeck]

"I should." He started to head back towards the ramp. Already, he was getting tired. He did his bets not to show it as he made his way back over to Porthos. "You did not have to help me, Porthos. You looked as though you were going to do something else. I could have just gone inside and found someone else..."

[fourshelled]

"Nah. 'salright, brah. Little kindness never hurts." He paused on a middle step.

"Unless you're a vampire. You didn't poof in the sun. I got my shades on. Do you sparkle in the sun?" The turtle doubted he could use the trunk as a stake. And the woods were too far away to get a proper one.

[dolemeck]

"Why would you think I was a bloody vampire?" He tried not to look shocked or dismayed by such questioning. "I do not sparkle, and I am as pale as I am from a medical condition... that is not related to vamperism! Plus being Scots and English doesn't help much in regards to coloring... We do not tan, we burn."

Were all Americans like this?

[fourshelled]

"Chillax, Louis. No need to go aggro over pop culture." Porthos shrugged and continued up the steps. He waited for the door to be opened as both of his hands were full.

[dolemeck]

Opening a door he could do. Carefully Dolemeck opened the doors to the Institute with his powers.

"Here you go... and my name is not Louis." Well, that flew over his head. He waited for Porthos to go inside first, before he followed suit. He was just about ready to collapse into a chair. "Thank you, Porthos."

[fourshelled]

"Cheyah. I know, brah." The six-foot-tall turtle sauntered in and carefully set down the trunk. He rolled his shoulders a bit to dismiss his superstrength. He did not want to break his glass of lemonade.

He nodded toward one of the waiting room. "Take a seat in there before you get hemoed, O Pale Scots English one."

[dolemeck]

"I... think I understand what you are trying to tell me, Porthos." He blinked a few times, before taking a seat in the waiting room. It was a relief to finally sit down and relax for a moment. He waved his hand, closing the school's doors, and letting his backpack drop on top of his trunk. "Again, thank you... brah. I will wait for one of the teachers to assist me further."

[talk_to_you]

Fortunately, that wasn't too long in coming. Doug entered the waiting room, his clothes casual but professional. You could only push an IT guy so far and, of course, it was the summer semester.

"Dolemeck Night?" he asked, then offered a hand. "I'm Professor Ramsey."

[dolemeck]

He tried to stand up as quickly as he could, only to wobble and grab on to the chair to keep himself steady. Dolemeck smiled sheepishly, shaking Professor Ramsey's hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir." He was finally steady on his feet. "And it is an honor to be attending school here. Umm... I take it you have some questions for me, before I get settled in?"

[talk_to_you]

Doug nodded. "Just a little bit of background, that kind of thing," he said. "You'll have to forgive us a little. We're just now shifting to a wider student body, so our screening process and files are a bit unorganized still."

[dolemeck]

"That is quite alright. I can only imagine with a school this big how hard it is to keep track of all the students!" He sounded chipper.

"When you turn sixteen in my country, you take a test and if you grade high enough, you can go to college for two years or take the option of 6th Form. Once you turn eighteen and complete your two years of college or 6th form, you can attend university to get a degree." he explained. "I had scored quite high on this test, and was in a private 6th form school for boys in Baths. I could have taken the option to join the work force, or even go to college from there. But I just did not feel ready."

He looked a little nervous, now.

"I think... 6th form in my country might be the equivalent of High School in yours? So I may be in... 12th grade? Is that right?" He asked.

[talk_to_you]

"We'll have some tests to see where you line up with our curriculum," Doug explained. "But we'll also take your records into account."

"And, of course, we offer a number of more esoteric and specialized courses as well."

[dolemeck]

"Aye, of course." He nodded his head once more. "I have my transcripts in me trunk and I am looking forward to these classes to help with my... talents. Oh, before I forget, I am also prohibited from any physical education classes due to my disabilities. Perhaps I could take some other classes to make up for that?"

[talk_to_you]

A small laugh escaped Doug's lips. "Oh, I think we'll find something," he said.

"And, of course, we'll also have classes to help you develop your other talents."

[dolemeck]

"That sounds wonderful." He looked thrilled to hear this. "Now I do not have to worry sneezing and causing my... talents to go off and fling a few books about the room."

That last sentenced allowed Dolemeck to give a small laugh.

"Do you have any more questions for me, Professor Ramsey, Sir?"

[talk_to_you]

"Fortunately, my wife has similar talents, and we've all got quite the history of being involved with super-powers," Doug said.

He nodded. "A few more, and we've got a good bit of paperwork for you to fill out, so why don't we get started on that?"

[dolemeck]

"Aye, of course Professor Ramsey." He nodded his head, following the Professor to his office. He took a seat in a plus chair rather carefully, before taking a pen and going over all the paperwork he had to sign.

He trusted his things would be sent up to his new living quarters, wherever they were in the Institute. He only took out the papers showing his test scores and medical history. This way, it would make some of the paperwork somewhat easier.

"Professor Ramsey, Sir?" he looks up from the paperwork for a second. "My brother has also asked that I take citizenship classes, in order to become a citizen of this country for some reason. Would adding these classes in be too much?"

[talk_to_you]

Doug's powers let him read people well, and the question was as much a puzzlement to him as it was to the young man.

"I'm not particularly familiar with the path to citizenship," he said, "but we can certainly look into what you need. Our history and social studies curriculum's fairly robust, and if we need any exact details, Professor Logan was there for a lot of it."

[dolemeck]

"He was... there for most of it?" He blinked. "That is so cool! But aye, if I have any questions, I shall ask him."

He finally filled out all the paperwork, placing the papers neatly on Doug's desk, before he went back to sitting up. Back straight, knees together (or as together as his leg braces allowed).

"Here are my medical records, Professor Ramsey." he smiled, placing them on top of the paperwork. "And I have signed and given information to all the other papers."

[talk_to_you]

Doug laughed a little. "Well, maybe not all of it. And some of that was Canadian. But seriously, Professor Logan's seen quite a bit."

"What questions do you have for me, Dolemeck?"

[dolemeck]

"Will I be staying with a room mate at the school?" He asked. "I do not mind having one, but I would like to know if I will or not. That is the first question that comes to mind."

[talk_to_you]

Doug nodded. "We nominally assign roommates, unless you can demonstrate a reason why that would be a bad idea. It's summer session now, so you might not have one to begin with, but you get one by the time fall term starts."

[dolemeck]

"Okay, so I should prepare myself for that. I understand." He nodded his head. "I may require pain medication every so often. I have a prescription for it, and I need to know if that could be problematic. It's powerful stuff, and I understand if it needs to stay with a nurse or medical unit within the school."

[talk_to_you]

Another small nod. "We'll set you up for an examination with Doctor Reyes then, get everything checked out, and have her evaluate that."