<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/4614250/large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | "Cyclops"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the main entrance<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bobby Coles, and Abigail Kreuger, & OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem answers the question of a girl named 'Harms'. Salem continues the tour after the short question answering period and starts to take everyone up the stairs. As she ascends the stairs, she starts to splurge about the history of the mansion.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>jeans, black flats, leather riding jacket, white blouse, visor<br/><strong> THE MAP:</strong>Map of Xavier's mansion (http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/3/33/X-Men_Annual_Vol_2_1_Inside_The_Xmansion.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100117204841) See Sun Wukong for any clarifications or confusions regarding this image and the game's mansion.<br/><hr/>For a few moments after Salem asked if anyone had any questions, one girl raised her hand, a brunette that was sort of hiding in the back, she had almost reptilian eyes. Salem was a bit unnerved for their first moment looking at each other. The eyes had been unexpected. But the most amazing part was the immediate understanding she could see behind those eyes. Salem pointed to the girl and said,<strong>“yes? Your name, too if you want...”</strong><br/><br/>The girl with the reptillian eyes paused for a second, the small fencing match of a conversation was a bit awkward in the still air of the halted tour.<strong>“I’m Harms. I wanted to ask how long is this going to take?”</strong>The girl’s subversive tongue was immediately off putting. Salem wasn’t expecting the girl’s heavy California accent to come from her modest and reclusive body language before.<br/><br/>Salem couldn’t stop a sneer from creeping over the corner of her mouth. She was disappointed in that question, and it irritated her that it was the first one some one asked. A couple kids snickered, sharing the questioners distaste for the tour itself. The map existed, what was the tour for?<br/><br/>But a few other kids didn’t take so kindly to the idea of having their tour cut short. Denae, Salem’s designated assistant seemed to give the stink eye that Salem’s visor didn’t allow her to give. Behind her visor, Salem had made special notice of Medusa and Snapdragon. Each of them had some pretty magnificent abilities. It was odd, Salem had expected each of them to act differently than they were acting. In the tour-group, they were the two most high profile mutants. Salem had done some homework on everyone. And the two most unexpected reactions were from Bobby and Denae. Abigail was hard to read, both on paper and in person. Salem had expected her to be easier to read during the tour. So far, she’d been dead wrong about that. She knew that Harms’ full name was Harmony. Asking people their names was a good practice she’d tried to adopt over the last year or so. Presuming to know someone’s name was almost always rude. Further, Salem knew full well that Abigail and Bobby were of the most interest at the moment.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m not required to show you anything, really. So it’s as long as you want it to be Harms. But, it should take about thirty minutes if you stick around till the end.” </strong><br/><br/>Harms shrugged and rolled her eyes, but she didn’t leave yet. Salem shook her head to the left once and exhaled through her nose. Her shoulders shrugged backwards as if she were trying to shake something off of them.<strong>“Any other questions? Anyone? ...”</strong>Her polite nature was unwavering. Harms’ question hadn’t been too bad, it could have certainly been much worse.<strong>"Ok!"</strong><br/><br/>No one else seemed to have anything to ask their tour guide, so Salem waved her hand and started moving.<strong>“This way.”</strong>Salem made her way to the second story of the mansion toward the dorms. The ascent up the staircase was a magical one for the first time,<em>‘at least it had been for me.’ </em>Salem looked to her right to see Denae in awe just as she had been when she was 16 in the same spot.<em>‘I like this girl.’</em>Denae had a lot of growing up to do, and Salem saw a lot of herself in the youngster.<br/><br/><strong>“We’re headed up the dorm area. I like to start at the top so that we’re working our way down into more and more important things. We’ll check out a vacant room, and we’ll get a look at the study halls.” </strong>She was still walking up stairs.<strong>“Almost every dorm has bathrooms, but we have shared-student restrooms and showers as well for the few dorms that don’t. And though they might be shared...They are very private. I won’t bring the tour into the bathrooms of course, but you can trust me.”</strong>Salem was starting to relax, her information was starting to feel relevant, and her attitude was starting to feel more natural.<br/><br/>Coming close to the top of the stairs, Salem was practically talking directly to Denae, but she was projecting well and her commanding voice was reverberating off of the old wooden walls of the mansion.<strong>“It’s an old place. It’s been in Xavier’s family for over ten generations.” - “Like every old house, it’s not without it’s checkered past and it’s interesting stories. But there’s been a lot of good work done within these walls.”</strong>Salem’s legitimate pride for her station in life could not be quelled. She wasn’t even trying anymore. This wasn’t rehearsed. She was just being Salem now. And Denae was eating it up.<br/>