xp_logs | Sarah talks to the Professor... (Reply)

Walking down the hallway, Sarah stuff both hands in her pockets and makes her way to Professor Xavier's office. She could think of several "recent events" that she could get a lecture on, and to be perfectly honest, she didn't want to talk about any of them. She knocks on the door, careful not to scrape it with her bony knuckles. "Professor?"

"Come in, Sarah." Charles wheels out from behind his desk as she opens the door, and indicates a chair. "Please sit down. How are you feeling?"

Sarah shrugs and walks inside, taking a seat. "Fine, I guess. Everything's healing."

"Good. I'm still not entirely sure what happened; Elisabeth seems certain that the incident has something to do with her surgery, but until I speak with her further I'm not sure what our course of action will be to prevent a repeat occurrence. I will, however, be lifting the restrictions on the four of you, in order to minimize her contact with the students until this is resolved."

"Does that mean that I can go back to training with Major Grey Crow?" She looks at him expectantly from her chair.

Charles frowned slightly, folding his hands in his lap. "I've been contemplating that problem, and I find I am uncomfortable with the idea of one of my students taking training of this sort unsupervised; as well, I have little reason to trust the military's interest in mutants. Major Grey Crow may very well have only your good in mind, but at the end of the day he is a soldier, and must follow the orders of his superiors. I do not want you to end up in a laboratory while scientists debate the best way to make you into a weapon." He paused. "I realize, however, that the training was important to you, and with that in mind I have an alternative suggestion."

"Of course. Nothing without a chaperone." she says, like she's heard it all before. "Well, what's your better idea?"

"Now that Logan has returned, we have a great many options reopening that were unavailable to us while he was gone; this, I think, might be one of them. If you're willing, he has agreed to take over your training where the Major left off. The sessions would be one-on-one, unmonitored, and their content would be up to the two of you to determine. How does that sound?"

She's silent for a minute. It's not that she minds training with Logan, but this feels like damage control, like the school distancing itself from anything Essex had a hand in. But while she doesn't agree with it, she takes her training very seriously. And two weeks without it is far too long. "I'll take what I can get I guess."

If Charles can read or guess anything of Sarah's misgivings, there's no sign of it in his expression or posture as he smiles. "Good. Let him know when you're ready to begin. Is there anything else I can do for you?" He raises his eyebrows blandly. "There's a couch in the attic storage that I spent many a comfortable night on in college, for example, that could easily go missing if it were needed."

Sarah nods. "That'd be nice, but there's a chance it'll get torn up. I can't promise you'll get it back in one piece." She holds up her hand in example. "It's sharp."

Charles smiles again. "The reason I mention this couch in particular is that I purchased it for my dorm room when I first went away, and the reason it has been in storage since I graduated is that my mother refused to allow green-and-yellow polka-dotted furniture in the public areas of the house. I'm not overly concerned about getting it back."

Sarah grins. "So we've got the blinding Christmas decorations, and the couch that appeals to college freshmen. I think we need to add another sign to the door: 'Beware of room'."

Charles chuckles. "You might, at that. Ah--there isn't anything going on down there that I need to be professionally concerned about, I hope? Co-educational housing is not normal school policy here, but I'm willing to make at leas a temporary exception as long as you behave yourselves appropriately. Last year's festivities involved Henry getting stuck in the main chimney, so I very much understand the appeal of avoiding the commotion."

Sarah shakes her head. "We're just roomates. Nothing that goes on down there is any worse than what goes on upstairs."

"Very well, then. Enjoy the couch, and if you have any other questions or concerns feel free to let me know."