Xavier Institute Renovation ❨ OPEN TO ALL ❩

[oxfordian]

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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OUTSIDE THE BUILDING

[oxfordian]

Peeling and cracking, with most of its windows destroyed or missing, the outside of the school does not look fit for its purpose. There are several replacement windows that are ready to be installed and myriads of buckets of paint and supplies, all ready to be utilised to repair the exterior of the school and make it entirely less of an eyesore.

THE BUFFET

[oxfordian]

In a large, expansive room that could only have once been the gymnasium, several tables had been set up and adorned with food. Food that had been brought by Charles, as well as others who had offered to bring things for everyone to eat. There were plenty of drinks and a myriad of sandwiches, chips, and what appeared to be large and deep dishes of varying foods—pasta salads, soups, thick bean dips, you name it. There were even food selections from places far beyond—forms of sushi, plates of hummus and pita bread, as well as noodle dishes and rice desserts.

Cups and silverware were provided at one end with the beginning of the line, trailing down several large tables until one would find several tables with seating for utmost comfort. Well, utmost comfort in a room where the ceiling was dangerously close to caving in—but that was all right, since he'd had it inspected; reinforced, at least enough, to withstand the time spent in the room.

CLASSROOMS

[oxfordian]

Each classroom finds itself in disrepair. Existing chairs and tables have been knocked over and covered with years of dust and loneliness, and the tiles on the floor have been upset and shifted around—most missing from where they belong. The ceiling is dipping in only in small places, and the panels and lighting are in a state of much-needed fixing. Do we have any electricians in our handy group?

CAFETERIA & AUDITORIUM

[oxfordian]

The cafeteria is perhaps the second-largest room in the school, with a large kitchen tucked against one wall. Its opposite wall hosts a large stage, used once as an auditorium. The kitchen is missing most of its supplies and almost all of its electric is damaged, though the floors and counter-tops are in better shape than one may have expected. Even still, there's quite a bit of work to be done—perhaps all of the polished silver appliances could still be salvageable?

Meanwhile, the auditorium's hardwood floor is scuffed and warped beyond its once-loved sheen. Most of the floor may have to be replaced and lacquered again. The massive, heavy red velvet of the stage curtains have faded and become ragged with attention from bugs and animals alike; while new ones have been ordered and are sitting against the very edge of the stage, they're waiting to be replaced by anyone who's able to get up just high enough to do the necessary repairs.

Re: CLASSROOMS

[shoesfitperfectly]

The Doctor had shown up with an esoteric toolbox in hand and his wellie boots on, prepared to do some work. It'd distract him from feeling like quantum shite pickled in wayward chronoplasts and tangled timestreams, y'see.

So he sets to it with sonic screwdriver and a bevy of other bizarre-looking things to fix the wiring.

Blimey, he's even got tea in a thermos. This is serss b'zinnz.

fuck the cafeteria he's in the auditorium okay

[fe_male]

Because that's where the speakers are. Right? It's an auditorium, it ought to have speakers and screens and shit. Although honestly he's working all throughout the building, he's just got stuff mostly in this room in particular. Like an HQ. This would all be a lot easier if he had his suit but hey, beggars and choosers, right?

Like he knows about beggars or choosers. Please, he's Tony Stark.

And right now he is doing his best to Tony Stark the shit out of this auditorium, okay, it's a matter of personal pride and the very integrity of his name. That and he doesn't have anything better to do, and, auditoriums need to be tricked out. You need to do whatever you can to make sure the kids are paying attention, because he sure as hell knows he didn't pay attention to things if they weren't interesting when he was one. (For that matter he still... doesn't.)

BUT, he's in the kitchen a little bit too. He likes appliances. So many extra parts they don't need. Easy parts. Effectively he's going to the kitchen, fixing one of the appliances, and then taking the leftovers to the auditorium to work on things there. Whatever's leftover from that is going home with him tonight.

[whatsupcroc]

Collette finished prodding a last few sandwiches in place, leaning back and peeling off her gloves with an air of supreme satisfaction. Eat your heart out, Tony Stark. Anyone could be a kick ass not-quite-but-sort-of-like-a cafeteria lady if they were sufficiently bored! Especially on an excuse for socialization.

Bundling the gloves up in a wad, Collette dropped them down onto a napkin in her lap before wheeling away from the buffet tables. She was more thirsty than anything else, though her initial survey of what was there left her wonder if there was anything worth drinking that wasn't water.

Peering up at the ceiling with a small grin on her face, she also wondered if asbestos was a thing of the future like it was a thing of the past.

"At least we won't starve if we get stranded in here."

[whatsupcroc]

"That's it," Collette announced with a grin, staring at the school from where she sat in her wheelchair. "We're all going to die."

Which was about the time she started picking out her own path of middling resistance toward the building itself. "I wonder what color we're painting this monster. Ooh, I'm hoping for green. Green and silver?"

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[latkje]

It was obvious Nash just couldn't do any heavy lifting— he wasn't young. But he'd appeared outside the building anyway, with a chair and a small table and a pitcher of lemonade sitting on top of it, sitting with his legs diagonal, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun. It was obvious that he intended to hand out drinks to whoever had the misfortune of laboring outdoors. Hydration was important.

What wasn't obvious was how he got the furniture out there if he was incapable of lifting things due to extreme advanced age.

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[anomaliiiiies]

[Jane's outside, picking up a paint brush, intent on painting as much as she can reach. She's short, cut her some slack]

[danno_williams]

Danny wanders the hallways for a bit, trying to get his bearings and just figure out exactly what he can do. He'd done some DIY type projects in his time but this? This was way out of his league.

And just maybe he was looking for a familiar face.

He wandered into the Auditorium and there was Stark, balanced precariously on some random junk doing something...complicated with the wiring.

Well, maybe he could play spotter for awhile. "Whatcha doin' there Stark?"

(OOC: Let me know if that was to much godmodding and I'll readjust)

[fe_male]

'Wiring.' It's not wrong.

'What're you doing down there, Danny? I know I have a fine ass but surely you can find something to drag around this dump - be a little more useful than ogling me.'

[danno_williams]

He should be used to Stark's half ass truths by now. As it is it only makes him smirk, "Oh I was, but then I noticed your sorry ass perched oh so precariously on top of that pile of rubble and became worried for your continued health."

As if on cue, the pile Stark was standing on shifted under his weight. "See?" Danny added perhaps a bit unnecessarily.

THE FOOD ROOM

[kingdom_of_song]

Never let it be said that Kingdom Swann missed out on a meal, especially as grand as this. He'd never had so many odd and colourful things in one spot, and he went around sampling each one, staking out what to come back to and what to give a wide berth. Nothing seemed to have eyes, and there wasn't one thing that was still moving. With all the aliens around, he'd assumed there would be snakes or sommat writhing around in a jar. It would have been exotic and interesting, but there were limits to his curiosity.

He brought his prized guitar, slung low on his back, and it gleamed dully in the light of the gym. The ceiling worried him; it was so low and made him feel trapped. Swann was accustomed to the outdoors, or to his wee waggon. This was too wide and too short. It felt like the sky had turned to stone and would fall at any moment. Going outside seemed like a plan.

But outside was away from the food, and his stomach demanded he stay put for the moment.

Anyone who wandered past would find him at a table, hunkered over a plate of dabs and wee spoonfuls of food, his guitar beside him leaning up against the chair.

[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.

[roadkills]

Need a hand with that?

[Because Sam's far from short, and could only watch her struggle for so long before feeling like he should help. He steps over, starts painting somewhere above her line.]

[And belatedly realizes that it's not the same color.]

Oh...

[shoesfitperfectly]

The Doctor makes an amused sound.

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

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[bittertears]

Alice is there more as a spectator than anything else. With renovation well underway, she hardly seems willing to get too close to the supposed school. But then again, she's always been the curious sort and simply had to have a good look at the building itself.

It was... quite some time since she had been a part of any sort of schooling. Would she really be able to participate in this one?

She can't help but wonder, continuing to look on.

[punk_cute]

"Nah, even if it collapses we won't be stuck. We'll get out!" How Kanji could say that with such confidence, the world may never know.

Words aside, he was dropping off his own contributions to the food on display. Two small pots, one of curry and one of hot chocolate, as well as some delicious smelling croquettes, were deposited in a clear space on one of the tables and then he spent some time arranging things to be easily accessible.

[punk_cute]

[Kanji is far from short, and from the easy way he's lugging along a ladder and some painting supplies, he's got more than just height on his side.]

Where 're you planning on startin'? I can set up the ladder so we can get at the high parts too.

[punk_cute]

Kanji had been busy for quite a while, and had more than a little paint and dust on him, but he was feeling thirsty.

It was a foregone conclusion that he'd head over to the guy with the drinks once he noticed.

"Hey. Mind if I have some?"

[punk_cute]

Kanji should probably be doing something. Lugging around heavy objects or painting, or other simple tasks. And he probably had been on his way to doing one of those things, but, that's really cool right there.

He has no idea what he's looking at, but it's cool, and so he's still looking. And hovering a bit, like he wants to ask what he's seeing but isn't sure that's a good idea. He wouldn't want to startle somebody working on something delicate, after all.

[punk_cute]

While the electrical issues were beyond his abilities, there was something he could do in the classrooms. Namely, cleaning the hell out of them.

Kanji went at it with gusto, washing down walls and furniture, and after some demonstrations on the process, even putting the floors back to rights. There wasn't much he could do about the ceiling, but he could make the rest of the rooms look presentable.

[oxfordian]

Charles sees her as he's stepping out of the building and he smiles, noting the grin on her face before he hears her words. He blinks, then lets himself laugh as it sinks it. "We're going to die, are we?" he asks.

Then he's glancing at the building, thinking over those color choices and rubbing a hand over his chin. "Green? I had been thinking beige,"