<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 mentions that the blasting of the well was safe and up to code. She mostly stays quiet and tries to keep calm for Jean's sake. She anxious the whole post, and doesn't say much.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/iwvGbXw.jpg) - High powered Visor, not glasses<br/><hr/>The energies felt off, Salem couldn’t place it, but something didn’t feel right.<em>‘I’m sitting in the right place.’ - ‘Is it my clothes?’ - ‘No, I don’t so much care about that.’ - ’huh.’ </em>Salem understood quickly what was happening. It was anxiety that she hadn’t really dealt with before. It was still strange to her, this collection of people, this circumstance.<em>‘Just can’t really place why…’ </em>Salem mentally shrugged and did her best to pay attention to what was happening around her. She’d made her offer and her only job now was to stay calm and react accordingly.<br/><br/><em>‘Simple enough.’</em>It wasn’t simple though. Salem was not good in social environments, especially with multiple people. Usually it was easy to clam up and walk away. And, it wasn’t impossible to throw a barb at someone when things got tense. Usually, professional settings were good, and classrooms were ideal. But this had the weight of politics to it, and Salem didn’t quite understand how to absorb it properly. A tightness started in her temple behind her protective eyewear as she listen to Ms. Grey introduce the topic at hand.<br/><em><br/>‘I’ve heard this.’ </em>She was still anxious, there was really nothing she could do to stop it. So, she did her best to just stay steady, and still. She tried to absorb as much as she could, and breath as slowly as possible. Salem had a deep understanding of these concepts. The redheaded young woman with the visor over her weaponized eyeballs watched Jean with true awe as the telepath spoke.<em>‘She could actually be doing something important right now… I might be watching it.’ </em>The gravity of the situation started to sink in for a moment.<em>‘Am I capable of that?’ </em>In her stillness, quieting her mind was proving difficult. But the flow of apprehension and doubt was under a deep sea of calm control.<br/><br/>Salem had her legs crossed in front of her. Her left hand was dangling in front of her, the elbow relaxed on the arm of the chair Her. The other hand was hanging by the hem of her skirt to the side of her leg. She was leaning to her left, clearly settled and actively engaged with the speakers. She was almost completely motionless.<br/><br/>Eye contact was easy, but sometimes it felt like cheating.<em>‘No one can really look back.’</em>Salem’s coy smile crept onto her face with that thought in mind; her focus dancing between those engaged in the conversation.<br/><br/>When Jean made reference to the well Salem had drilled, her eyes widened behind the visor, there was no clear expression on her face. The words were coming out before she really thought about stopping them.<strong>“We were careful”</strong>Her focus shifted from Ms. Grey to Ms. Smith.<strong> “Ground penetrating radar, a few tests in the woods,  an assessment of the property’s electricitical and plumbing systems.” </strong>She glanced around for a moment, and simply nodded with a smile to announce that she had completed. With that smile lingering a second or two longer on David than the other women in the room.<br/><br/>She clicked the focus button on quickly to try and suppress the thoughts about Alleyne. And it seemed to work. Her legs shifted anyway, crossing them the other direction with one knee stacked on top of the other.<br/><br/>She listened carefully to David as he made his case to Aubrey, handing his folder to her like some kind of James Bond.<em>‘No…’</em>Salem’s eyes wandered, but she cleared her mind to enjoy it. She liked to watch him on some kind of instinctual level.<em> ‘He’s just so-… No.’</em>Salem interrupted herself again. She refrained from showing any source of a smile to David. Restraint was a crucial part of her survival. It was easy to hold back the muscles in her face. She lost track of the words he was saying as he spoke. Salem counted it as a victory.<br/><br/>As Aubrey finished, Salem felt like she had an opportunity to address the Ambassador. She hadn’t much had a chance to speak yet, and the other two on her side of the discussion weren’t the type to scold her for speaking out of turn. Smith seemed to be speaking to them as a group, and Salem had a rather salient point that looked like a giant billboard in her mind. But she didn’t feel right. She decided to stay quiet.<em>‘There’s nothing I can add really that isn’t obvious or momentum breaking. I’ll let the adults talk.’</em>Salem still felt like a brat most of the time. The reality of her age hadn’t caught up to her. She was immature beneath all of that stoic stillness. However, in the most mature of ways possible, she was childish: Still, reflecting, and calm.