<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/3ko6fLB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parlor<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 3rd, around 2:00pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ambassador Smith, Prodigy, Jean Grey, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem is near the front of the room, reading from a stack of papers, dressed a little bit like a birthday cake, but mostly like a professional.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/iwvGbXw.jpg) - High powered Visor, not glasses<br/><hr/>Salem hadn't exactly been working toward this moment her entire life. But in a few ways, it felt like that. Jean Grey and Xavier had been working on making mutants more acceptable to the general public. Salem and her kind were viewed as dangerous agents in society. And she had no room to dispute that, Salem could level a whole city block if the urge to do so came upon her. But, she had never destroyed anything in her life, except for the single construction site when her powers had activated, and Charles had erased that from people's memories. No one had been really hurt, and it was a long time ago.<br/><br/>Now, Salem was the poster child for mutant kind. She was powerful, intelligent, focused, determined, patient, hardworking, and most of all, she was peaceful. She had no interest in bludgeoning her way through the red tape. She wanted to work with the restrictions. She wanted to be an ambassador in her own right. If she could help people, work against the brotherhood, and play some kind of role in proving to the governments around the world that with the proper guidance, mutants could be more than functioning members of society. Mutants could be heroes. Salem wanted to change the world, to make it a better place for everyone living inside. And, this was the first real opportunity for her to make some kind of change in the world.<br/><br/>She would be there to serve as an example, the ideal student, Xavier's perfect product. She spent hours trying to decide what she would wear. She didn't own anything too expensive, so she didn't want to try and dress formally, there was a risk there that she would look shabby, and poor. If she wanted to look fancy, it was going to backfire, she was sure of it. She also debated on a more masculine look, a suit jacket, and slacks. But, that felt like a bad idea too, it just wasn't who she was, and being a feminine force in a room was something she liked to think she was capable of doing. Salem tried out a few colors, settling on a look that said, '<em>I don't come from wealth, but I'm passionate and responsible.'</em>She ended up picking a flaring skirt with a yellow sweater and some tasteless, yet appropriate socks. She was a bit of a square, and that showed as well. It hadn't been intended, but she looked a bit like a birthday cake.<br/><br/>Heading to the parlor, Salem ended up looking more like a geek from the early 70's than anything else. But it worked for her. She left her fashionable glasses in her bedroom, and decided to wear her combat visor instead. The visor drew attention to her eyes. The glasses almost looked normal, but the cyclopsian visor made the room aware that she was capable of doing some serious damage. She had no intention of using her powers today. But, with the visor on, her mutation was a bit more obvious. And, overall, the visor was safer than the glasses. Salem was insuring that there would be no accidental optic blasts at this meeting.<br/><br/>Once in the parlor Salem brought herself over to the front of the room, she arranged a few of her credentials in a stack of information that was already provided, and set her purse down on the table as well. Instead of finding somewhere comfortable to sit, or to try and stand near the door to welcome anyone as they arrived. Salem found herself looking through the papers that had been laid down by Jean. She was a studious girl, and when there was information to be absorbed, she was basically obligated to investigate. After a few moments, she was fairly certain she'd already read this report. But she continued to read about Jean Grey's research and Xavier's goals. She heard people coming in behind her, but she didn't bother to look up. Nothing had officially begun yet, and she felt like she was standing in the perfect spot for the time being.