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Liz's office

Dr Elizabeth Masters is still in the process of getting settled into her new job, and her office floor remains littered with boxes, the contents of which she's still mid-way through putting onto shelves around the room. Her radio's on and she's listening to some old southern tunes, humming along melodiously as she works, her office door invitingly ajar to encourage anyone who might be passing to drop by.

Currently she's working on her computer, turned carefully away from the door, windows and any reflections so that only she can see the screen, typing up an official US government memorandum that someone like Liz Masters would have no business writing. It's a risk, but the incredibly dangerous woman lurking beneath Liz's skin has a great many calls on her time, other identities to be maintained, assets to be managed or controlled, and even when taking time out to play the schoolteacher she cannot let other matters slide.

In the Hallways

Liz rarely moves around without a cup of coffee in hand, and today is no different as she weaves her way through the Mansion, heading from her office toward the classroom where she has students to teach. If she sees you coming down the hallway she'll give a warm smile, particularly if it looks like you need help, and direct you to where you need to be, or answer any other questions for that matter. She's there to help.

In class

"Morning everyone!" Liz exclaimed brightly as she moved into the classroom, casting her eyes about for any signs of misbehaviour and pleased not to find any, moving toward the front to deposit her files. "Today we're going to be starting a new part of the curriculum; World War Two! Plus we're going to be starting it with a documentary movie, exciting huh?" She grinned, moving over to the projector to set up the film she wanted to show to the class, a carefully chosen episode of The Nazis, a Warning From History.

"Any questions before we get started?"

By the pool

It's late in the day and after a hard day's teaching Liz is relaxing in a white bikini on a sun lounger by the side of the pool, sunglasses perched on the top of her head reading a book. It's past the time at which students are allowed to use the pool, so it's not at all busy, Liz being the only person there, or at least so she thinks, so deeply is she buried in her book that she doesn't even notice you approach...or so it appears.

Around

[Wildcard: The cafeteria, the library, the grounds, anywhere except the subbasement-Liz isn't a member of the X-Men so isn't allowed down there.]

Seeking out Warren [Closed]

Warren Worthington was one of the more troubled students attending the school, and as a dutiful teacher Liz Masters was honor bound to help him out, although perhaps that wasn't entirely what had brought her out to one of the remotest parts of the mansion grounds, dressed in a white flannel shirt and smart black business trousers. It's hot and muggy and Liz was perspiring slightly as she tromped along the dusty path, the top buttons of her shirt undone so as to let a little air in, not really visible from ground level, but from above? Perhaps it would be enough to encourage a certain someone to come down to talk to her.

"Hello, Warren?" She called out, sounding uncertain as to whether he was actually there or not. "I'm Dr Liz Masters the new careers advisory, I was hoping to have a talk with you, if you're even here and I'm not just talking to myself that is."

She wasn't. It was so very easy to make the adjustments to her inner ear and nose to heighten their sensitivity, and the smell of his body and the thump of his heartbeat let her pinpoint exactly where the winged mutant was amidst the trees. But it suited her to allow him to think she had no idea where he was, even turning away to look at an entirely different section of trees altogether.

Of all the brats here and the oafs teaching them, this one showed by far the most promise.

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Warren certainly is charismatic, a little too much for Liz who's already beginning to regret her decision to come out here alone and without any of the innate authority of a teacher in her office to browbeat. Not being used to being in this situation she's visibly unsure of herself, only rallying at Warren's open admission of truancy.

"You should always tell the truth Warren, it's wrong to lie." She frowns, folding her arms and trying to stare him down (or up considering he's taller than her). Liz isn't one to openly notice details like the slight bulge in his jacket pocket, but it's obvious that Warren thinks himself quite the rule breaker and that's enough to bring out Liz's sternness.

"I see, and why exactly didn't you want to be there?"

Angel's eyes practically roll out of his head. "Please, don't bullshit me. We all know that everyone lies about something." And in his case, lying comes with an ease that shouldn't seem so natural. The pessimistic tone gives away more than he intends, though.

"I already told you why I didn't want to be there," he reiterates, lips quirked despite the exasperated sigh Warren releases. "But if it needs to be said again: I've got no need for career advice. Give me a different mandatory class or something."

He knows all too well that it doesn't work that way, but he's sure going to try.

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