<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 makes her introductions brief and follows the women as they briefly change location. Salem sits beside Jean, but off to the side a bit, and at an angle. In addition, Salem offers her duties as an assistant, basically, or an intern.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/iwvGbXw.jpg) - High powered Visor, not glasses<br/><hr/>Salem didn’t stay there reading the reference material for long, as the rest came into the room, she turned her attention to them, acknowledging David enough to show that she was prepared for this engagement. Salem had come a long way, even since she and David had first met in his advanced geometry course the year before. She wanted so much more, but this was a good stepping stone.<em>'Stepping stones are easy,' </em>she thought as she smiled at him.<br/><br/>She made no physical move to greet David besides a head nod and a warm smile in return. Even though Salem didn’t dream of David every other night like someone else, she felt certain feelings about him. And that concerned her enough to avoid making any real contact. No matter what kind of work he’s doing,<em>‘it’s working’ </em>Salem’s mouth curled up as her visor met David’s eyes. His calm smile looked good on him too. The lusty stare behind the visor was private to her, just the way she liked it.<br/><br/>The Ambassador came in then with Jean on her hip,<em>‘Alright, you might be a little underdressed for this, bumble bee.’</em>Salem refused to look down at her clothes like she didn’t remember what she was wearing, but she had taken this risk. She always seemed to take this risk in one way or another. Salem took herself too seriously to actually consider herself to be grown up yet. So, this childish energy that she had, this immaturity didn’t show itself much in her personality. It showed in her personal choices. Her patterned socks might have been cute, but had they been on any other woman, they might have asked her to leave. Paired with her personality, it showed her youth more than anything. If she were dressed properly, she would have looked to be close to her thirties, and not unlike an accomplished professor.<br/><br/>That red visor gaze that showed no expression was oddly calming as fair as it was cold. Somehow, that same ruby quartz was able to reflect the depth of knowledge and drive she had. Without the emotions of her eyes, the rest of her face showed her stern and disciplined nature. Salem’s jaw was tight. Her lips were typically flat and pensive. And her stillness had gravity. The behaviour of others seemed to gather all of her focus.<br/><em><br/>‘He looks good.’</em>It was a hard habit to break these days, the admiration of others. She was getting even more lonely than she’d been recently. If there was any restlessness to her vibe, that’s where it was coming from.<br/><br/>As Jean introduced her to Smith, Salem had no problem offering a hand.<strong>“Ambassador Smith, It's my Pleasure. Glad to have you.”</strong>Salem kept her introducion brief, attempting to stay out of the way and avoid any of her trademark awkward exchanges. She offered a pretty smile that displayed some of the pearly whites behind her lips.<strong>"Ms. Grey."</strong>She nodded to Jean with a twinkle in her eyes that no one could see. Jean might have felt it in Salem's mind. She was remarkably excited for this. David’s gentlemanly introduction seemed to be well received. Salem had never seen him be so professorial, but she could always tell that there was a crisp intellectual behind the personality he used to appeal to the other students.<em>‘High school kids don’t like professors. They like cool dads.’ - ‘I should tell him that he’s sexy later’ - ‘No. Salem,’ - ‘Try to stay focused. Compliment him later on his words and stuff.’ </em>She was drifting, and she could feel it. Her thoughts were fast so she hadn’t been gone long. Salem was tuned in clearly well before Smith was through talking with David.<br/><br/>Salem moved with the other women to the area that Jean had prepared for the proposal. She took a seat on Jean’s side of the room, and angled her chair jut enough to show that she was not on equal level to Jean. This was not Salem’s show, it was a show that she had to put on, but she didn’t want to be presumptuous with anything, not even the seating arrangements among colleagues and peers.<br/><br/>Her throat cleared unintentionally as she sat down.<br/><br/>It was more than obvious that Jean was going to lead with the presentation, Salem and David were physical supplemental material. Salem was proud just to be that. And, David wasn’t a student here. ‘I might be celebrated, but I’m still a student.’ She felt like there were four tiers of power in the room, and she was the lowest in the chain. So, her words came out naturally.<strong>“Let me know if you need anything, reference materials, water, an extra pen. Anything”</strong>Her smile wasn’t forced yet, just a bit anxious. She nodded as she dinished. Salem's offer seemed appropriate. She was there to show how normal she was. Her extreme power was well known, her displays of hospitality and humanity, those were more important at that time.<br/><br/><em>‘I’m just glad Jean’s the only telepath in the room.’</em>Her mind was getting carried away before. Intimacy issues rarely came up in rooms without sexual partners or telepaths. So, she did her best to keep her mind on track and away from the more distracting corners of her mind.