Xavier Institute Renovation ❨ OPEN TO ALL ❩

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Date & Time: Takes place from September 1st until September 15th—roughly 2 weeks!
Location: This building, which is a few major city blocks away from the Initiative Hold and only slightly tucked away behind some flora.
Characters: Everyone who's interested!
Summary: After Charles' post here, he's recruited everyone that he can to help refurbish this building that he received permission to kind of "take over" from the Initiative. Using all of their combined skills, they will become Captain Planet! restore this building into a functioning school!
Warnings: None!

Charles had wondered to himself whether or not it would take a great deal of convincing to get the Initiative to agree to his building of a school. He was surprised at their level of lenience, but they themselves had admitted that it was due only to the amount of work he'd been doing for them in exchange. With the established requirements that Charles continue to assist the Initiative in their archiving work, they agreed to help finance his institute and allow him free reign of this abandoned school building—however, they offered only two inspections and short classifications with which to make the building safe for renovation, and then vehemently left the rest of it to him.

Not minding one bit about that, Charles had the utmost confidence in those that he'd recruited both to help refurbish and to help teach. It was enough to bring him more optimism, in fact, in this horror of a world where he'd begun to believe there could be no such thing. Plenty of individuals with plenty of splendid and certainly outstanding powers had offered their assistance, and now Charles waited. With Adam's help, he'd managed to locate and successfully navigate the Private Messaging system on the network—and he'd sent a message to everyone who'd showed interest two days ago with their whereabouts and their plans.

Hello, this is Charles Xavier. I've received word that the building has been deemed safe for refurbishment and renovation, and clearance has been granted to me by the Initiative. Work will begin on September 1st, and shall carry on as long as it is necessary. There will be food and refreshments available during the renovation, and as much compensation for your time as I am able to offer will be given.

Thank you again for your support, and I hope to see you there.

Address enclosed, Charles now had himself seated on a—thankfully dusted—chair at a desk near the entrance of the school building. He was writing up his own itinerary, as well as preparing a book to keep track of those who'd come to help in the interest of said compensation. Each individual would be greeted with a friendly grin and hearty handshake, and Charles would jot down their name and tell them where they could begin.

❨ NOTE: The way this is set up is meant to be kind of like our mission logs, so everyone can reply to the comments on this entry with their own open posts to tag into based on what they want their character to be doing! Also, if you just want to make your own open post without the guidance of one of the comments left, or in reference to this overall post, that is perfectly fine too! Just leave your comment to the entry directly, in that case. ❩

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[shoesfitperfectly]

The sound of weird buzzing from down the hall eventually stops and about five minutes later the Doctor ambles in, looking like a man who's run out of tea. Because he has. And he'll tend to that lack of tea in a minute but if there's one thing consistent through all his regenerations it's his love of nibbles. So he makes his way along the table, collecting his own dabs and bits and spoonfuls until he inevitably turns to regard the room. Oh, hey, there's someone he knows.

It's typical behaviour among all sapient beings to eat in groups, it seems, and he makes his way over to said table and slides into a chair across from Swann as easy as you please. "Hullo again," he says before popping what looks like a bit of bacon-wrapped sausage into his mouth.

[kingdom_of_song]

"Doctor! Ye look more healthy than last we met. The fortified tea* helped, aye?"

Swann stuck the opposite end of his fork in something green and puréed, and swirled it slowly into a wee bit of something beige and pudding-like. Oooh, he hadn't seen the wee ball of fried meat.


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*half strongly brewed Earl Grey, half single malt whiskey.

[shoesfitperfectly]

The Doctor makes an amused sound.

"After I had some sleep, yes, actually."

[kingdom_of_song]

'Tis good for ye. So's that mash," he says, pointing to a wee pile of white stuff with bits of dark stuff in, here and there. "Bacon in the taties, that. My da used ta fry up that sort of thing after dark and we'd have our dinner. Sometimes, he'd find a chicken--ever plucked a chicken? Those bastards dinnae want t'let go of their feathers, and who can blame 'em? We'd fight if some huge hand came down and started pullin' the hair out of our heads." Swann stopped stirring and licked the end of his fork. "But I'm glad yer feelin' better. Ye looked like burned shite."

[shoesfitperfectly]

All through this ramble the Doctor smiles amusedly. This is why he likes humans, they can come up with endless streams of entertaining words.

"Thank you."

[kingdom_of_song]

"So!" What're ye gonna contribute to this fine establishment of fillin' yer head with great loads of interesting stuff?" Swann takes a spoonful of the swirled whatever-it-is and eats it as if he doesn't taste it. In the very least, he isn't spitting it out.