NeXt: The Startup (( open ))

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Violet reached as high as her arms would let her, covering the wall with a fresh coat of paint - save for the few feet nearest the floor. "Do you want to be a doctor?" she asked. "I don't mean to interrogate you, by the way," she said with a smile as she turned around to put more paint onto her roller.

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"It's absolutely fine," Michael assured her. "I'm not sure exactly yet," he said. "I want to help people and put my powers to good use, but whether by research, therapy or clinical work, this is still unclear to me. I hope I can make up my mind by the junior year."

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"I wish you the best of luck," Violet said, once again facing the wall she was painting. "I love to hear people wanting to do good things with their abilities."

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"Thank you," Michael said. "To me, it's only natural, but, I guess, for some people too much power does bad things to their minds."

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Violet's face became thoughtful as she continued to paint. "I wasn't thinking about it that way, actually. I was thinking more about the mutants who just don't take their ability into account, but you're right."

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"I haven't met too many of those," Michael replied after a moment's consideration. "Actually, now that I think of it, I can't even imagine how it would be possible. My powers define me in many ways - how would someone just choose to ignore this part of their identity?"

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Violet realized she wasn't getting her point across effectively and frowned. "I meant that they don't take it into account when choosing a profession," she tried to explain. "They try to push that part of themselves down in order to fit into some preconceived notion of what they're supposed to do. Or maybe they're ashamed of their ability and try to get away from it when making lifestyle choices."

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"Ah," Michael nodded, finally understanding Violet's point. "In that case, I can understand." He took some tape and started to put it on the wall where it had already been covered with white and dried out from the previous time he'd been here - the next stage would be to cover the bottom part of the wall with another color.

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There was a pause in conversation as they both worked. When Violet turned around to get more paint, she saw him taping off the other wall and asked, "So, what color are you going to put around the bottom?"

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"I'm still thinking," Michael replied. He placed another few feet of tape on the wall and stood up, then took a few steps back and looked it over. "I think that blue is too cold, too businesslike. We're hoping to create a friendly atmosphere. To make people feel at home when they don't have another place to feel that way. Maybe even light green would do the trick. Pastel yellow or orange, do you think?-"

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Violet made a face. "I think yellow or orange would look pretty dated. Green might be nice."

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Michael looked at Violet and back at the wall, as if gauging the color through her eyes. "You've got a good point," he stated finally. "I'll buy the paint tomorrow, then. We can put the lamps up-" he glanced at his watch. "Well, and it's only been two hours! Time flies when you work," he shook his head slightly.

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"Are more people supposed to show up?" Violet asked. She'd hoped there would be a crowd to support such a noble endeavor.

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"I don't know, I was expecting Kurt to come over, perhaps he's busy elsewhere," Michael replied. "It's more important for extra helping hands when we open and start actually doing some projects. Renovation is not that dire."

[Nightcrawler]

(I am so sorry, I somehow stayed completely unaware of this thread which as I see has been started in my internet-less time in December *kicks Kurt´s blue butt over* )

It had taken Kurt longer to get into the city than he had thought it would. Which was an ironic thing in itself, seeing that he had the ability to pop up at places so to speak. However, teleporting always meant some kind of drawing attention to himself since he had to see where he was going which meant he could use it to quickly hop from place to place and be seen or he could travel to places like other people did and risk being seen. In the lights of current growing public awareness and mistrust of people against mutants, neither seemed like the best of ideas, but he had chosen the latter option - not using his powers.

Wearing a trench coat that masked most of his features and his tail was not too unusual a thing to do for this time of the year and he had chosen a bus line that was not frequented all too often and that he used now and then, knowing that the bus driver was a mutant too who would not make any weird remarks when he got his bus ticket. It was a line that went a little away from the main traffic though meaning it took him a little longer than he had planned. He had gotten off the bus about three blocks away and hurried the rest of the way, knowing he was running very late and hoping tha Michael would not be mad about him letting him hang like this - even though, thinking about it, Michael did not seem to be the guy to get mad at people easily.

He arrived at the place a little breahtless, opening the door and letting it fall shut, shutting out the cold, finding Michael already busy as he had expected and part of the place already painted. He was talking to a young woman he did not know but he figured she either had to be a mutant or someone who did not mind the company of some so he took off his hat and unwound his scarf. "I am so sorry." he said, walking over. "I took a little longer than I thought it would."