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And so, It begins.

Posted by wingdndangerous on 2006.02.15 at 18:14


pan_left at 2006-02-16 23:44 (UTC) (Link)
Mark blinked. This wasn't like any sort of device he'd seen before. "Nice phone." he said, smiling. "Gifted Youngsters? Nice name though, naming it after the guy who wrote the theory on Homosuperior Evolution Right."

He scratched his arm, embarrassed slightly to have heard a conversation between Scott and his wife. "Um--if you need to stop anywhere..."
mutant_race at 2006-02-17 00:11 (UTC) (Link)
Scott shook his head, making sure the comm link was safely tucked back in his pocket.

"No- don't worry about it. The kids are just whining for chocolate again." He said with a fond smile. "Besides- there's not much around here anymore. Just trees and some amazing picnic spots."

He cast a glance at the dashboard, looking at the time. Nearly 11. Scott sighed, hoping somone had taken over his mechanics class that wasn't Logan, and cast another glance at Mark.

"So- Warren didn't tell you anything?" He asked incredulously, although it was more of a self-reflective comment. "Well," he started, flipping a small switch in the dashboard that seemed to do something to the window in front of him, changing it's tint slightly.
"It's... a school for mutants- teenagers, mostly, so they can get a safe, flexible education. And it's not just education. With give them combat training, defensive martial arts, practical skills like automechanics, cooking- the works. And training on how to use their powers safely, effectively and appropriately." Mark could tell he'd used the speech before, but it was still just as impassioned. Scott cast another glance at Mark from behind his shades, and his expression was hard to gauge without seeing his eyes.

"Everyone you'll meet at the school is a mutant," He stated, watching carefully for Mark's reaction (which, unnervingly, seemed to take his entire attention away from the road).
pan_left at 2006-02-17 00:20 (UTC) (Link)
"That's wow." Mark said, his eyes shining slightly, amazed at what he'd stumbled on. "And no one has wanted to do a documentary on you before?"

A snide voice in the back of his brains wanted to call Collins and gloat that this was the real deal, and that he was going to do something---experience something that Collins hadn't.

"I was reading that the inflation of the populus was in teenagers. I never thought someone would make a school though. Does it operate like those Purple Triangle programs they have. A safe place to..." he paused and flushed a little. "come out and explore." His fingers started to bounce up and down on his knee and he didn't even notice that Scott hadn't looked at the road in a long time.

And then he thought of something...
"Wait...everyone? But Mr. Worthington--" he paused and a wicked grin shot across his face. He was suddenly remembered of the righteous feeling he got when Maureen had first called Joanne, Pookie. "Collins will be so---" he let out a content sound and grinned widely.
mutant_race at 2006-02-17 00:24 (UTC) (Link)
Scott smirked slightly, having the feeling he just gave away something he shouldn't have- but not really caring.

"No one has done a documentary because no one knows. It's covered as a boarding school for...well, gifted youngsters. Many of the children's parents are unaware they're mutants. But it is an incredibly safe place to explore their mutation." He explained, deciding to leave how safe until he could show Mark himself. Scott couldn't wait to see the look on Mark's face when he saw Scott's baby- The Blackbird. Of course, that wouldn't be caught on camera.
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