<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 does her best to stop the minor conflict in the air. She continues to lead the group as she answer's Medusa's inquiry. Once they come to the top of the steps, Salem hands out room keys, and lets everyone take a breif break in their room. She expects everyone back in about five minutes. (Advise, try not to describe your character in the room here. If you want to describe them there, leave it in a post in the actual dorms thread? Seems like a good way to handle this). Salem waits behind with stragglers that don't go to their rooms.<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/>The whole group was more than halfway up the stairs when Abigail accidentally lifted her disapproving snort above the din and loudly into everyone’s ears. Salem didn’t exactly respond to that. It really didn’t bother her much. She was already about to go into the further history of the house. But she was stopped short as Abigail’s disdainful sound had gone and turned into outward doubt. It was an odd exchange to have with someone, but Salem opened herself up to this, taking a role of leadership, and being something of a staff member and a student at the same time. She was seen as authority to most of the kids around campus. It seemed like Abi was no exception to that little trend.<br/><br/>It hadn’t always been this way. When Salem first started to give tours to people, not all of them were younger mutants then her. It went to be about half and half, older and younger. Back then she hadn’t been seen as an authority figure, she was just a girl with the knowledge to help people out.<br/><br/>But Salem was Salem, and she wanted to be considered better than she had been the day before. So, her positions came one at a time, each one required more responsible than the one before. The next thing she knew she was in her twenties and she’d been living at this mansion for six years.<br/><br/>The young woman who called herself Medusa had a damned good reason for calling herself that. But Salem hadn’t taken the time to think about the importance of that. It was interesting that both of these young women had taken the names of ancient mythological Grecian monsters. Salem had been walking upward, leading the kids to the stairs with her back to the group. It would have been rude to stop the tour, so Salem made no motion to slow down, she just kept on walking as she listened. Eventually, she could hear that most of the kids had stopped anyway. With a skip Salem hopped up the stairs and did a lazy one-eighty to face the group. Abbi and Bobby were in a minor conflict, and Salem could feel just as much tension in the other kids as there were between the two sharing words with each other. Salem had listened carefully to Abigail, and she found Bobby’s outburst to be more dignified than she expected.<br/><br/><em>‘Of course it’s these two.’ </em>Salem had a rather numb expression on her face. Behind her glasses, she would have clearly appeared inquisitive and curious. But, as things were now, she just looked like she was a bit ticked off.<br/><br/>As soon as she opened her mouth to respond to them though, she didn’t seem so upset.<strong>“Hey, come on guys.” </strong>Salem seemed to implie that she didn't want to have this conversation at the moment. But there was a ginger nature to her service, she was polite and kind without being lenient at all.<strong> "Not here, alright."</strong>She smiled after she spoke and waved everyone upwards, not wanting to slow the tour down.<strong>“We’re walking <em><span class="bbc_u">and</span></em> talking today.” </strong>Salem started backwards up the steps with nimble grace. She wasn’t watching herself walk, she was looking down at the tour as they picked up the pace again.<br/><br/><strong>“Bobby. I think she had a fair question. She’ll be living here for sometime, she deserves to know the past as much as anyone.” </strong>Salem didn’t bother addressing the philosophical question that Bobby had brought forth. She could have, but this didn’t feel like the right time to go into that.<br/><br/>Salem’s back turned to walk more carefully as the steps turned to the left and right. Salem turned right and signaled for everyone to follow. As she responded to Abbi, she focused on the girl by turning her head over her shoulders and speakly sincerely.<strong>“Well, the good stuff will be more obvious with time. I can offer myself as an example. I came here a sniveling little girl with a laser beam coming out of my face. I was effectively blind… either blind or… very destructive.” </strong>Salem was choosing her words carefully, she was trying to get the point across without adding too much weight to the concept. Everyone was listening to her, and every few sentences she turned to the whole group to make sure that everyone felt included in the response to Abigail’s inquiry.<strong>“Here, I’ve been able to shield my eyes and see again, control my mutation, and make a lot of friends.” </strong>That last part was a bit of a lie, Salem might have had two friends, maybe.<br/><br/>Her throat cleared a bit and she continued with a small squeak in the first word<strong>“Hou-isses this old have usually changed hands more than once - removed from the original owner. Before the Xavier’s owned this house, There was a family before them. I’ve never looked into it."</strong>She lied,<strong>"Like Bobby said, I never bothered with things from two hundred years ago that are better left unmentioned.”</strong><br/><br/>They were at the top of the stairs now. To the left laid the boys dorm, to their right laid the girls. Of course, there were some mixed gender dorms available, but they didn’t have their own section and ran case by case.<br/><br/><strong>“So! Here we are, at the first stop of the tour. These are the dorms. If you’ve already found your dorm, feel free to stop there for a short five minute break. If you haven’t been there yet. I have things.”</strong>Salem reached into her helper bag and handed out keys and dorm room assignments to each of the students that she had been instructed to do so with. With each room came a key, and a piece of paper with the room number written in at the top. The rest of the paper was a list of rules that each student was expected to follow.<br/><br/><strong>“And, with that, if you haven’t been to your room yet, feel free to take a break as well and check it out. And don’t rush yourself. We’ll be waiting right here.”</strong>Salem had put a five minute rule done with some students and a free will with the others to let them all know that this was pretty lax. She wanted the tour to be short and sweet, but if people wanted to linger for a minute or two, she would allow for that space.<br/><br/><strong>“I’ll be waiting right here with anyone who doesn’t need a break.” </strong>As the keys and papers were handed out, almost every student in the tour scurried away, and Salem leaned against the balcony, looking down at the front door with those left behind.