A Serious Discussion (open)

[Cyclops]

Scott Summers sat disturbingly still, his arms nestled carefully and occasionally teetering off the armrest. There were several things that would need to be dealt with in the upcoming days, and it seemed as though it were now up to Scott to make sure it all got done. He would be good at that at least. He always was a stick in the mud anyway. You probably couldn't find much depth to him unless you were willing to stick around long enough to tear through some walls. But he preferred it that way.

He had managed to take care of the first order of business, opening the school back up. The renovations went by quickly enough. He knew that they would most likely be getting new arrivals. Hordes of frightened mutants would likely flock here. He wasn't quite sure how ready he would be for that kind of flooding.

But he called what X-Men and allies he could to him. He needed to know what should be done. How should they remember Charles Xavier? How should they remember Jean Grey and all the others? How should they move on?

[Gambit]

Remy had been out on the prowl for some time now. The school hadn't been the first place he drifted to when the war finally died down. That probably would not surprise anybody. Though it may surprise them to see how loyal this former thief could be to the institute and his teammates. Though he was always one to keep to himself he soon found himself on the familiar path back to Xaviers. He had not spoken to any of the X-Men for months now. For all the broad shouldered man knew, they thought he was dead. His brown trench fluttered a bit in the wind as he stared upwards at the building, semi-gloved hand buried in his pockets. The place was eerily silent at the moment, and all he could really hear or feel were the cold winds that whipped through his dark hair. he probably looked a bit brooding, but that was not the case. Truth be told Remy LeBeau...Gambit...was quite glad to be back here. He hoisted his luggage duffel onto one of his shoulders and stepped in. Nobody came to warm out the welcome wagon at first, so he decided to wait for it. He grinned a little as he lit a cigarette and pushed it into his mouth.

[colossus]

Life at the school was slowly returning to normal, and Piotr hoped that soon things would be as they had been before the war. The school itself was back in tip-top shape, something that he appreciated greatly. The small group of workers that had rolled through had required little help from the Russian man, but he had imposed nonetheless. Xavier's was his home, and he wanted to ensure that it was properly taken care of.

He hoped to track down Scott and see how the man was doing, as the leader of the X-Men had been exceedingly busy over the last few days with the renovation plans and general scholastic business that Piotr wasn't intimately familiar with. However, he found himself stopping short when instinct had him going by the entryway instead of toward the Professor's former office, where he assumed Scott to be.

"Comrade?" he asked, slightly dazed.

[OOC: Sorry it's short, just trying to get the hi's and hello's out of the way.]

[Gambit]

Gambits trademarl armor creaked only slightly as he glance upwards from the amber glow of his tobacco cherry and peered to the familiar man.

"Podna", Remy whispered as a friendly smile found it's way onto the lips that hovered above his gruffy looking stubble. It had been a while since the Cajun had picked up a razor. He made no quick movements toward the large man, choosing instead to drop his case and inhale some more of his sweet tobacco.

"Mais..It's been long time", he finally spoke again with a shrug of his leather bound shoulders. He looked around shiftily with his devil eyes as he took a slow stride towards the man.

"Where de X-Men, eh? Da others"

[colossus]

Piotr could not help but grin at the sight of one Remy LeBeau. After all, it was the first time that he had seen the man in quite some time, and the realization that another friend and teammate had made it through such harsh times well put some of his fears to rest.

“Da, a very long time,” he agreed with a mere shake of his head as the man took a few slow strides toward him before asking where the other X-Men where. Vaguely, he realized that he hadn’t the faintest idea where Scott was, but still assumed that he was either in the study or possibly in the War Room. “Scott is, I believe, in the study once belonging to the Professor. I do not know if any others are here,” he answered honestly.

While Emma, Cain, and Kitty had been there when he’d first arrived, he had seen neither head or tail of any of the three since. He had been rather busy, so he hoped that they’d merely managed to avoid one another. The School was a rather large place, after all.

“I was just going to talk to Scott,” he explained. “He called for the X-Men, and until stated otherwise, Colossus will always be an X-Man.”

[The Juggernaut, Bitch]

Cain had been doing less than nothing since he had arrived back at the mansion. Shortly after hearing of Charles' death he had wandered the campus. Basically just stalking around and daring someone to say something offensive. Of course, no one did.

Eventually he had come across one of the many horse stables on campus. The large structure seemed near falling apart, which slightly explained why it was empty. Cain made his way to the back, after tearing off the doors first, and found a dark corner with hay scattered loosely around it. He sat his bulk down on the ground and tried to get some sleep.