Judges and Galatians

[Havok]

OOC: If my Bible references offend anyone, please let me know. I do not intend to be offensive; I intend to be clever.

Alex managed to make his way to Professor Lensherr's office with some difficulty. Honestly, it was as if the Mansion had developed split personalities or something. When he had first entered, it felt like the Mansion had several different layouts clawing for attention in his memory. Once he had started on a path, though, things felt a bit more concrete. He didn't really understand the sensation, having never actually felt it before today, but it was decidedly odd.

Then memories started coming back to him, seemingly from a distant place: moving down the hallways to get from class to class, hanging out with Rogue and the other students in the dining room or the kitchen, going to Professor Lensherr's office to ask a question that the book couldn't quite answer. Alex hadn't been entirely a bookworm; he just liked learning. The teachers had told him that he had a natural gift for leadership and tactics. He had never truly felt all that leader-like or tactical, but looking back he supposed he had come up with some clever solutions in danger room sessions.

They had even given him a "codename," something they thought would make the students feel more special, more comfortable. Havok. He had never really liked the name, but he was feeling nostalgic.

He walked up to the Professor's door, envelope in hand, and knocked. He hoped the Prof would be there. Otherwise, this may have been a wasted trip. He took a look behind him at the hallways as he waited for a response.

No, he supposed it wouldn't be wasted, after all.

((tags either Magneto or someone who wants to tell Alex he looks stupid standing in a hallway))

[Tatiana]

Tatiana yawned. Her day had been filled with monotonous reports of nose dribbles, scrapes, and kiddie coughs. She had just left her little broom closet as she called it. These days she felt as if she was slipping away. One day she was a happy young woman showing a new girl around. And the next she was sitting in the library bemoaning her feelings to people she barely even knew. Even her frequent walks alone in the woods was failing to clear her head anymore.

Heal this booboo. Heal that scrape. Where was the thrill? Where was the excitement and fun? The true danger she sometimes craved? Where were the people in her head that used to call her by her true name of Purity? Tatiana shook her head to try and clear the morbid thoughts. Maybe she would slip out into the city again tonight. To where no one knew her as a happy cheery healer.

She rounded a corner trying to remember which hallway took her out of the area where all the offices were. As Tati absentmindedly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she spotted a slightly familiar figure. Prolly was waiting on someone who wasnt even here.

"Hey, No one home." Tati thought she would spare the poor man anymore wasted time standing around with his thumb up his, she stopped that thought with a slight chuckle.

[Havok]

Alex was just about to leave the envelope in the drop box and go locate a pen and paper when an unfamiliar voice called to him, informing him of what he already knew. Ah, well. At least the person was trying to be helpful. He turned to see a girl roughly his own age, maybe a few years younger, and looking more tired than he did after a full day at the lab.

Now he was in a dilemma. Alex had never been great at talking to women, unless he knew them pretty well. She was a stranger, and a stranger in a place that Alex once considered his. It was a very odd sensation. He supposed it should have come as no surprise that new people would be here, but it did all the same. But now he was standing there, being rude. He should probably say something.

"Yeah, just figured that out for myself," he said, turning to view the door once again. He turned back to the girl, an idea in his head. "You wouldn't happen to have a pen on you, would you?

[Tatiana]

"Ummmm, I think I did bring one with me, give me minute to check." Tatiana said as she reached into the rather large bag she had slung over her shoulder. It had everything she used during her day to keep herself entertained. Portable dvd player, various dvds, ipod, cellphone, laptop, and ah ha! There it was. A single pen swimming in the bottomless sea of electronics.

"Success! Blue ink ok for ya?" Tati said as she held out the plain ink pen. Some people she knew used only black ink, red occaisonally. Wow, she was boring herself.

[Havok]

"Makes no difference to me," Alex said, gratefully taking the pen and setting the envelope he had with him on the door so that he could write on it. He left his name and cell phone number with a note that said "URGENT" underlined a couple of times.

Hopefully, it wasn't anything quite so urgent, but he probably wouldn't know a concrete answer until tomorrow morning. Speaking of, he should probably get going, he didn't want to-

Why was the pen getting softer? He opened up his hand and, sure enough, the plastic case of the pen had bent under the light pressure of his thumb. It would have had to be a hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit between his thumb and forefinger for something like that to happen. And for something like that to happen, it meant that he was probably putting off more energy than usual. It had probably been focused between his thumb and forefinger, but it had to be pretty hot in the rest of the area around him, too. He wouldn't notice, but she might.

He placed the manila envelope in the drop box and took a step back, away from the door and her. He then gingerly offered her the pen back, his thoughts a bit preoccupied with this new development.