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Seeking Good Home

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.

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"I'm from an alternate future. I understand how alternate dimensional refugees work." She tried to recall what she knew about the Blaires' half-sister. Rachel wasn't coming up with much quickly.

"We don't offer boarding to non-students here. You enroll as a student, you get a place to live." Technically, the X-Men got a place to live on campus, but Rachel figured that wasn't as likely to happen for the girl as enrollment was.

"I'd like to be a student. I'd also like to help people. I've been trying to do that since I got here, to be honest. Sometimes that means punching out dirtbags, sometimes it means helping at the soup kitchen or other shelters. Even if I'm living at Xavier's, is it still okay if I come back into the city to do stuff like that?"

"Helping people is not a problem. We have community outreach programs students can volunteer for. However, assaulting people in the city, even if they're dirtbags is frowned upon. We are a known school for mutants. We are under a massive microscope with people looking for ways for us to fail." She took a breath. As much as the redhead wanted to help, she needed the girl on the other end of the line to understand.

"If you wish to continue vigilante activities, you will find your stay here more abrupt than you'd probably like."

Ack!

"Oh no, that's not what I meant at all!I mean, yes to the outreach stuff, yay outreach. Good things. The dirtbags part was, um, well, you know how sometimes you're not looking for trouble, but you find it anyway? Or find other people in trouble? That's what I meant.

I don't even have a costume."

"Self-defense is not a problem as long as it stays within those bounds. We have courses on that topic in our curriculum." Rachel shifted a bit her chair like a small burr had been removed from the small of her back.

"As long as you are here for education and stick to the code of conduct, I don't see a problem with you joining us here at Xavier's. If I may ask, how old are you? Just to help me with class placement."

Ah, that...

"Umm... those are kind of different questions for me. I'm seventeen, but I've never gone to school. Mama and Papa taught me to read and write, in French and English, and some basic sciences, and I've tried to learn stuff since I got here, but... I'm probably kind of stupid." She fidgets at her end of the phone-call, feeling rather small now.

"You are from a dystopian reality. Lack of education does not make one stupid. We can put you on an academic course to catch you up to your peers. We do have experience with situations like yours," Rachel assured. Technically, she could have telepathically dumped all the information in anyone's head to catch them up. She didn't because shoving that much information into someone's head came with detrimental effects.

"I will let the staff know you are coming here. We'll give you room and board as you go to school here. Did your brother help you obtain proper paperwork for living in the United States?"

Josephine felt a huge weight fall off her shoulders. "Thank you... thank you very much, Headmistress. Not to be greedy, but is there someone that could help me with loading a truck, or maybe come by my place and let me know if there's anything I should be looking to get rid of first? Like my old bed and couch, I mean, that sort of thing.

Uh... proper-ish. Jeremiah gave me paperwork that said I was an orphan from Avalon that was adopted by his parents."

Rachel was quiet a moment as she considered her options. "I'll see which staff member is going into the city next and if they have time to help out. You will be provided with dorm room furniture here. So you can figure out some of the things you won't need to move."

She glanced down and noticed a spot of lint. Her eyes narrowed just slightly, and then the lint floated off her sleeve and into the trash can.

"Once you're here, we'll go over what paperwork you do have and make sure it is sound enough. If not, we have legal counsel to help with that."

"Thank you very much, ma'am. That's a big help."

She purses her lips, thinking over Rachel's words. "Would you like me to come over ahead of time to get stuff in order? I think I've got all the paperwork Jeremiah was leaving me. I don't really know much about legalities. Mama used to say that lawyers were the first up against the wall, when Apocalypse took over."

"You're welcome, Miss Blaire-Bennet." It was slightly more than they would do for the average student, but they were in a slow time until school started in a month. Construction outside not included.

She glanced at the paperwork on her desk. "That may make the transition to live here smoother. Whenever you would like to do it can be accommodated."

"Awesome! If today's alright, I can be up there in a couple hours, after I get the train and then a cab to the school."

What is she going to wear?! She has to look nice and respectable, and not like someone who goes out looking for trouble. So... are heels okay? Boots?

"Today would be acceptable. I'll notify the staff you're coming. So if I'm not available, someone will be around to assist you." Rachel sent off a few telepathic messages out to various staff members.

"Great! I'll see you soon... ish. I'll call back once I get to Westchester. Bye-bye!" She hangs up and runs to change.

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