NAME:  Penelope Archer<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  Student<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Morning<br/>LOCATION:  Her room<br/>TAGGING:  No one<br/><br/>Exiting from the Dean's office, Penelope moved out of the main office as well.  She then stood there as the door shut, waiting a moment to make certain she wasn't being followed.  She didn't want to get in trouble for leaving the school, even if she had been given an excuse from her classes for the day.  She dug into her bag after a long moment of waiting.  Good, she'd put her wallet in there.  She withdrew her cell phone and dialed the information number as she headed for the exit to the school.  Requesting the number for a taxi, she headed down the winding front lawn.  By the time she'd reached the gates, she'd reached a cab company and requested a taxi to take her into town.  She then stood there for a good fifteen minutes, waiting as patiently as she could manage, just staring out at the world.<br/>When the taxi arrived, she immediately hopped in.  "Any local art supply shop," she said to the driver, her voice quiet.  She was mostly lost in thought as the man drove.  She pulled the key from her bag and turned it between the index fingers of both hands.<br/><em>"How do you feel about helping other mutants who may be in need of your gift?"</em><br/>The question rang through her head.<br/>Help how?  What could she do?  How could she possibly help?<br/>Her thoughts continued on this path as the taxi stopped.  She absently tucked the key back away and pulled out her wallet, handing money to the man.  "Please wait here," she spoke quietly, still lost in her thoughts.  She exited the vehicle then and went into the shop, giving a nod to the shop keeper as she was greeted.  She picked up a basket and moved through the shop, grabbing whatever her mind told her to.  Anything and everything that sparked her interest, particularly the paints.  All the while running the Dean's question through her head.<br/>By the time she exited the shop-with<em><strong>bags and bags</strong></em>of paints and other small art supplies (and even a blank canvas or two tucked up under her arm)-she had decided.  She wanted to help.<br/>She still didn't know how she could, but...well, the Dean had basically said the answer was in the basement, right?  She loaded her purchases into the taxi trunk and rode back to the school, silent as ever.  The driver didn't seem to mind.  Seemed to understand she was lost in her own thoughts.<br/>Thoughts of curiosity.  What was in that basement?  She bit her lower lip and chewed on it idly.  She was going to have to wait and see.  Fortunately, she was someone who had patience.  And it helped that she had her arts to work on while she waited.<br/>Reaching the school, she paid the driver once more, then began to carry all of her supplies up the winding lawn, into the school, and up to the second floor.  Somehow, she managed to do this without dropping anything, though she came close a few times.  Setting bags down when she reached her room, she reached into her bag and withdrew her room key, unlocking the door.  She bustled and pushed in, depositing the supplies on her bed before beginning to go through them and putting them away as neatly as possible in the small room.  The blank canvases she set on the floor in the closet for later use.  ...She still had to finish the walls of the room, after all.<br/>And with that, she began to pull furniture back, intending to work until hunger got the better of her.