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.

Who: Scott Summers and you!
Where: Mostly in the school but if you want him anywhere else just let me know
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Scott being ...Scott.
Prompts: 


[1. The mansion’s corridor, post mission]

The day started so normal, with a sunny day and regular classes, that Scott hadn’t been all that surprised when it all went to tell before the second period started. Because he had learned long ago that nice things were a luxury in their lives. And so, the x-men had been called to assist an anti-mutant protest in Portland that escalated into a riot. All things considered, it could have ended much worse. People were arrested and some got hurt but there had been no casualties and only relatively amount of property damage. The ‘no casualties’ on itself had been a miracle given how many of the riots had brought gun or knives with them.

And now that they were all back in the mansion, Scott was heading towards his room and trying to avoid Hank, still wearing the suit. The last thing he needed is to be dragged to the medbay, he was totally fine. Okay, yes, his ribs were a bit bruised but probably not broken, probably, and he was only limping because his knee took a hit after he pushed a civilian out of the way of a row of bullets. It was nothing a hot shower and some painkillers won’t fix, he’s had it worse in the past. If he can make it to his room, that’s it.

[2.The school’s kitchen | Later afternoon.]

If anybody happened to wander into the kitchen, they might find an uncommon sight. It wasn’t as if Scott didn’t like to cook, quite the opposite, it was that he hardly had the time. But Ororo’s birthday was tomorrow and he wanted to prepare something special for her.

Cooking was methodic, relaxing, and if you messed it up you could eat the evidence. To any observer it would also be clear that Scott knew his way around the kitchen, where to find the ingredients, pots or mold he needed. Ororo’s cake, a strawberry cream one, was now cooling on the counter, and Scott was flipping through cook book pages looking for an idea of what to do next.


[3. Open choice]

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