Congress [Open to X-Faculty]

[storm]

Ororo smirked and shook her head at this. “Honestly, James, relationships have caused enough drama with the students around here. I’m sure that Xavier is sick of hearing about emotional problems caused by a significant other enough to not want one. I can’t read minds and sometimes I’m tempted to join a convent to avoid some of the nightmares I’ve witnessed here. However, I’m not exactly religious so I don’t see how that would work.”

Storm arched a brow at this before Hank’s words seemed to seep into her mind. That didn’t make any sense to her at all. She took the folder from his hand to examine it herself, partially not believing what she was hearing until she saw it for herself.

“This doesn’t make any sense. Wouldn’t he had been more…contorted were that the case? And how would he have even managed to make such an impact? You don't think someone is trying to set us up for someting?” While Storm hadn't seen the boy, nor had she been there for his...arival, but she knew more than enough about the situation. She returned the file to Hank once she had seen for herself. Normally, she wasn’t so abrupt as she had just been, but she was sure that Hank would understand, considering how unbelievable his words were. "Sorry, that's just a bit...shocking."

[hank]

"Indeed it does, Storm, which is why I'm concerned."

When Storm slid the folder back to him, he moved it to James so he could take a look, having been there with Hank. While James looked at the folder, he looked back to Storm, the worried expression sharing the thoughts she was saying out loud.

"Perhaps they are. I'm sure who ever did this wanted to make the mansion a key point in whatever they were planning. We can't bring the body back here for risk of rousing suspicion, otherwise I would use what technology we have here to make a further analysis. The only thing we have to work with is the room the boy came from, and the site."

He gave a small sigh as the information worked its way around his head. He had been up for a good few hours trying to figure the situation out. He gently rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, having this habit ever since he wore his glasses. He was tired, but doing his best not to show it.

[platt]

James sat back and wondered. He scratched his scrubby chin hair. He peeled his nails down his throat, down his adam's apple, into the center of his collar. He looked at Hank and he looked at Ororo and he looked down.

" There's something...I haven't brought up before but..." He leaned to the right and reached into his bag and from it he pulled down the small purple top vial and laid it down in the middle of the desk. It tipped over and fell and rolled. It gleamed and caught the light. It's inside sparkled for an instance and than faded.

" Found this outside the day yer'boy did a swam dive. I did some digging. It's called Glow. Have no idea what it is. Suppose to tailor itself to mutations so the high is one of a kind, depending on how your X-gene manifest. Anything from a sugar rush to a full blown crack high and everything in between."

He looked up at Ororo and saw disappointment in her eyes. " I'm sorry I didn't come forward with this on the day. I needed time to dig into this before I brought it forward. Someone's using. More than that, I think someone's selling. Right here in this school." He bit his lips and sucked on it, glancing around the table.

" Talk about your average American school, huh? Sex, drugs and mutant powers. "

[hank]

% , mystery and use. This day is getting better." Logan said with a sigh.

An irritated groan came from Hank, and Logan couldn't help but feel that the man was agreeing with him. What kind of place had this school become? When he was young and attending this school, nobody even thought of or . Have things gone so out of control that nobody knows what's going on? Does Xavier know?

"We have to decide what we plan to do about this. Both the and the bottle. Any suggestions?" Hanks tired eyes looked around the room.

[april]

"Why not try and lure who ever is dealing the stuff out?"

Nothing could have given away April's sudden presence in the room. No sound, no smoke, nothing. She just... appeared. Though that was sort of her thing. She sat on top of one of the tables, legs crossed, elbows propped on her knees and head in her hands.

"It doesn't matter if you know someone is dealing if you can't catch them in the act." April stifled a yawn. "You know, act like we don't know a thing about the stuff. Get the dealer to lower their guard." She paused, her expression getting very serious. "If he, or she, knows you found the stuff, then I doubt we'll ever catch them. They'll go underground."

((Since I didn't know what to post as Faith, April will do XP))

[platt]

[You could have said that stuff as Faith. It seems like run of the mill exposition.]

James looked up and saw her and his lips framed to ask how but he stopped himself. He shook his head. Asking how in a room with a biogeneticist who can butter toast with his feet, a African princess who could create whirlwind with a wiggle of a nose and...whatever the hell Logan was...seemed beside the point. James was beginning to learn how to turn off the part of his brain that demanded the world make sense and just go with it.

" Or..." he said with pointer finger raised. " We can call the police like normal people. Drugs are an incredibly common problem within high schools, particular private charters. Half of the cases don't get investigate because schools don't report it. How about we do the responsible thing and call the police? "

[storm]

((I basically just fell in love with the way you described Storm. But she isn’t a princess. She was worshiped as a goddess, but not a princess. Haha))

Storm could tell that even for a split second James was confused about April’s sudden appearance. However, Storm did have to wonder why April was there. The meeting they had set up was for the faculty only, and besides April the rest of the room fit that description. Faith was practically the principle, Storm helped the professor to over look basically everything, Logan was a co-leader of Paragon, Hank was a massive combination of a nurse and a teacher, and James was one of the few actual instructors that they had.

“April, I don’t think you’re supposed to be here. Being nosy doesn’t really suite you well. This meeting is for the faculty, not the X-men.”

For once, Storm agreed with James. “That does seem like the most normal and logical thing to do, but if the police come here we’re going to have to be hiding a lot of things for when the come to investigate. Like the basement, the jet, the training rooms. And we would have to be certain that the students, and the adults” her eyes fell upon Logan with this, “ are all on their best behavior.”

[april]

April just shrugged when Storm told her she shouldn't have been there. "Normally, I wouldn't be here. But when Professor Xavier wakes you up and basically orders you to get down here, you can't exactly say no." She sighed softly, running her fingers through her bright blue dyed hair, before reaching for her bag.... That wasn't there. She paused, staring blankly at the spot her bag should have been. "Oh... One moment please." She vanished. Quite literally just vanished, right before their eyes, but was there again only a split second later, a small folder in one hand and a shoulder bag in the other.

"Now, I really couldn't care less what else you guys are talking about, so I'll just be quick so I'm out of your hair." She opened the folder, gazing steadily down at the papers. "It would be a stupid idea to get the public authorities involved. Obviously because they'd do a sweep of the whole school, but they'd have 24 hour surveillance on us for who knows how long." She pulled out one of the papers. "I may not know who in the school is dealing, but I do know who their supplier is." Turning the paper in her hands she held it out for Storm or James to take. "You get him to talk, you find the dealer. I'd do it myself but I happen to be on his hit list right now." Why this drug dealer wanted her dead... Well after using her skills for infiltration and spying people that had secrets tended to want you dead.

[platt]

James nodded, pursing his lips quietly and then said " Yeah, why do we have a decomissioned stealth fighter again? Seems a little...er...superfluous for a school with less than three hunderd students. Just my opinion. " He sat back, growing quiet and shifted uncomfortably under everyone's gaze. He had a feeling that no one else had asked these questions and he had a feeling he shouldn't have been the first. He gutted his fear, pushed it back into the little yarn ball in the back of his mind. He was a journalist, dammit, and he had damn well better start acting like one.

Still, the world he now played in, the sandbox of big people with big secrets, seemed to slowly rising up to swallow him hold, a windstorm swifts the dunes and buries men in mountains of sand. He turned his eyes backed to Ororo for a moment and then looked away. " Listen, like I said...maybe it ain't wise to rush into this things. Not a person in this room with badge here. If a journalist slash school teacher..." He pointed to Ororo " A school administrator..." He pointed to Faith " ...a second school administrator..." He thumbed at Hank " A biogeneticist and all around genius..." He pointed at Logan " And whatever the hell this guy is..."

"...Start busting up a drug ring, what do you think is going to happen? People are going to get seriously hurt. "

[hank]

Both Hank and Logan turned their head sharply when April showed up on the table of the room. The two men looking at her for a moment before turning their attention to what April just said about bringing in the police. Logan looked to Storm when she mentioned the s being on their best behavior.

"Come on Storm, I'm always on my best behavior." Logan said knowing she was talking about him.

He had to smile when April vanished then reappeared. It reminded him alot of Kurt and he couldn't help but wonder how "The Great Nightcrawler" was doing. Both Hank and Logan had to agree with April when she said that the authorities would use this as a reason to put surveillance on the school.

"And with a of a human on our hands, it would only add more problems." Hank added.

The two men sat there and listened to James being on the defensive about the investigation. Though they'd want more than anything for this to be a pure school, handling things on their own these days wouldn't be a good idea with all that's going on in the world. When James made the comment of "whatever this guy is" to Logan, Logan held up a fist and extended his claws, then brought two down leaving the middle one up.

"But if we handled this investigation carefully, very little people will be hurt." Hank said.

[platt]

James sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He took of his glasses and reached into his satchel and pulled out a dry clothed. He cleaned the lenses of his spectacles, holding them up to the light before placing them on his face. He pushed his chair back and got up.
" Fine. You people want to play cowboy, you go right ahead. " He took his satchel from his chair and threw it over his shoulder. He walked to the door. He stopped just short of it and looked at the assemblage.

" If something happens to those kids out there...I'll bury this place in print. "

He opened the door and went out, closing it behind him.

[Exit thread]