[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[st_hotflashes]

Liz was starting to get better at the whole check-in day stuff. She knew she hadn't seen 'everything' yet, but she was learning from watching Kitty and Caroline and the others how to approach distressed, confused, and even angry people. It wasn't always perfect, but she was getting better.

With the help from the bakery, there were muffins on trays in the lobby - Mary had insisted. She insisted on coming in every once in a while to restock the trays too.

Liz had helped bring another tray to the front desk and then moved to sit at one of the couches that had a view of the front doors. She had a complicated science essay for Kitty due in a week and Liz was having trouble finding the right wording to express her thoughts.

Every once in a while, Liz would look up to see if there was someone knew approaching. There could be no one today or there could be a lot. Briefly, she wondered if someone else from home would show up. A part of her was curious who that would be, but she found a larger part of herself was hoping no one else would.

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[st_ormscoming]

Ororo used the moisture in the air to create a fog to envelope her and the surrounding trees in an effort to mask herself from Hank's sensors. It was the X-men version of hide and seek. Hank had wanted to test to see if his recalibrating could pick her out of a dense fog.

She stayed as quiet as she could, so any mutant hearing wouldn't be able to pick her out either. It was only her affinity with the weather around her that alerted her to the subtle change. It was only then that she noticed that she couldn't hear the rustle of the leaves in the wind. Ororo immediately dropped the fog and was both surprised and alarmed to see that she was now standing in the deserted parking lot of a very large, very pink inn.

The wind current picked her up and allowed her to have a bird's eye view of her surroundings. Storm didn't see any visible threats but she knew they weren't always visible. After lowering herself to the ground, the first step was to get answers and the quickest way for that would be inside the Inn.

She was very glad that she had been wearing her X-men uniform. It wasn't subtle, she definitely stood out in a crowd, especially with her hair, but it would also ground her in trying to think like Mystique, like the Professor, instead of falling back into her comfort zone of life in Cairo. Storm stepped through the doors of the lobby and paused. Nothing could have prepared her for the eclectic surroundings.

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[st_artfeeling]

Niska's words reverberated through Mia. She'd been at a loss of what to do with herself, how to make things better, but she was still wary of life with the humans after Ed.

"Just one experience like that, just one person like that, can define us, but only if we let them. You will find a way."

It was all that she could think about after taking the Synths to the railyard and Max. She must decide what she must do next. Her mind was trapped in thoughts of their failure. The Consciousness code disappeared seven minutes after it was uploaded. There were no new conscious synths since day zero. Everything that they had tried had failed but she hadn't failed the four synths that had survived the trip across the North Sea. That was something.

The cool breeze against her skin shifted to a warm breeze. The smell of the ocean was.... different, yet still faint. Her green eyes re-focused on her surroundings and what had been the outskirts of an abandoned railyard was now a desert. Mia closed her eyes and let her internal inspection go through her systems. There were no anomalies, no gaps in time so she wouldn't have been turned off and she certainly hadn't been sold.

She walked toward the closest building, but when she got closer, her fluid steps became more robotic. Until she knew what had happened, Mia was now Anita. Just a normal green eyed synthetic.

"Hello?" Her voice was softly modulated with a hint of a British accent, there was also not a hint of emotion in the voice.

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[st_evengrantrogers]

Steve couldn't believe that he'd been here two weeks already. He'd spent most of that time exploring the boundaries of this place and trying not to hate chicken. The first few days were fine--he wandered off in every which direction trying to figure out a way out, but somehow always seemed to come back to the Madonna Inn. The food wasn't bad. Steve had had bad food back in the war, so this was actually pretty tasty, considering. But it started to get monotonous. And Steve started hiding. He didn't know how to act or what to say when he came into contact with the people here, so he stopped trying. Besides, he had a lot of things to work through on his own.

It was time to end his self-assigned hermitage, though. He came out on the day he knew new people would be arriving and lingered near the dining room area to people watch.

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[st_ranger]

It had been days since Bucky had arrived at the hotel. He was careful as he entered the lobby, making sure to get a good look around before entered fully. While he had started to feel more comfortable within the hotel, he still was skittish. Mostly, he didn't want to run into Tony Stark again. He wondered briefly if someone had fixed the mirror yet.

Nodding his head slightly, he moved around the room, looking at some of the others who were there. He wasn't sure if they were new arrivals or just people he had not met yet. His brow furrowed and he looked around, checking out every corner and potential exit.

He felt like he should approach someone and try to be social, but he just wasn't there yet.