Rachel looked at the stack of late admission applications for the Summer. Then she looked at the almost toppling stack for Fall admissions. Everyone and their twenty-seventh cousin twice removed wanted to be tested for latent mutant powers and get into the school for mutants.
"Oh, flonq me." It was going to be a long afternoon.
Doug leaned against the doorframe. "Well, if we get the teaching staff, we could always rebuild the Massachusetts Academy. Or go bi-coastal. I think Warren's got some property out there he's not using."
"We could have the teaching staff, if I gut the X-Men roster to get it. But with Topher and the others moved up, I don't want the burden on their shoulders." She sighed and put her hands flat on her desktop.
"At least with Alison and Longshot now stateside, that adds two more people to wrangle herd. Though don't tell him I said that. He'd show up in chaps."
"Everybody calling us heroes...," Doug mused. "Reminds me of when X-Factor saved New York from Apocalypse. Or when the X-Men "died" in Dallas. People said the same kinds of things then too."
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"Oh, flonq me." It was going to be a long afternoon.
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"At least with Alison and Longshot now stateside, that adds two more people to wrangle herd. Though don't tell him I said that. He'd show up in chaps."
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Doug went on, "Have you talked to the Professor lately? That was a pretty big speech he gave the other day."
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He shook his head. "Hope this time it lasts."