It was a busy time for Amelia. Having graduated from high school and started college, she was finding less and less time for goofing around. Other things, she found even harder to keep up with. Gone were the days of opulent free time and time spent in the mansion library, helping sort books. At least, for the most part. She still found time to help out the librarian (when she could). The mansion library was a tight ship. Maybe not Madam Pince tight, but darn well close. And her time as a mansion greeter, a position she still felt was a little strange, left her at the mansion often enough for the occasional book-sorting day.

She hadn't really decided one morning to be a mansion greeter. It had just sort of happened. Amid the college studying, college classes, and library time, it had just made sense. If she'd had the time to slip it in, she'd have gotten a job at a store, a burger place, or something else... but she just hadn't found the time. Luckily for her, this wasn't her first rodeo. She'd had jobs before. Volunteer-work and a couple of paid helper positions for various school sporting events, some time at a clothing store as a sales clerk, and a few family jobs and odds and ends meant she didn't have a blank resume. She'd been smart enough to avoid that nightmare. This 'Mansion Greeter' job, she'd decided, would just be temporary.

The first few weeks of greeting had been fun. As she wheeled the book cart up to a shelf, and pulled a book out, checking its title, author, and number against the others for appropriate placement, she mused on where the weeks had went.

They'd had a kid in her first week who could walk through walls. But there'd been a twist. He could only walk through wooden walls. Well, maybe not ONLY wooden walls, but walls composed largely of wood. Really, he'd gone on to explain, it wasn't so much a restriction on WALLS as it was wood. He could walk through wood. Seeing as not all walls were wood, and he'd discovered his mutation at his grandfather's cabin, then gone on to test it relentlessly until he'd figured it out, his description of his mutation had been a wince-inducing, slightly-painful, listen. He'd even momentarily forgotten his own limitations, and tried to demonstrate by showing off for the pretty girl (his words, not her's.) He'd hit his head. Doc Prof hadn't liked that.

The next person she'd shown around was a young girl, only 11, with long dark hair and a brilliant smile. Her mutation had been truly fascinating. They'd gone into a discussion about it at great length while she'd given the girl and her parent's the tour. One of the other mansion students, a tiny bio-lumenescent girl with a tiny lisp, had been really excited to tag along and 'discuth it'. Nightlight had even demonstrated her mutation for them all, and made the dark-haired girl feel a bit less impressive after the fact.

She was getting quite good at showing people around the mansion, though she supposed that had more to do with showing it repeatedly. Amelia knew where everything was, had Danger Room access (both by position, and because she remembered her Ex's pass code), knew the library in and out, and had gotten exceedingly good at dealing with parents.

So many parents she had dealt with were worried. They fretted constantly over their darling children (who usually felt too old for this behavior), asking lots of questions, and embarrassing their children more than they helped. Then, you had the aloof parents. The ones who didn't seem to want to be there. Maybe they didn't fully approve of their child's mutation. Maybe they were a little scared of it. Maybe they had a more pressing matter on their schedule, or their mind, but whatever the reason, they weren't as doting, or curious about the mansion. In fact, some of them simply dropped their kids and their luggage off, and had to get called back from their car because they'd neglected to fill out the appropriate paperwork. One man had even forgotten to give her contact information on where to reach him. This was not an orphanage, she had him know, and he still needed to keep tabs on his daughter. She wasn't old enough to run her own life.

She could have been a cop, looked into volunteer fire fighting, or dug deeper on requirements for how to join the CIA, but at the moment, helping kids settle into the mansion felt very rewarding to Amelia. Life was long, even if it was short. There was plenty of time for busting into exciting new fields later on. For now, she reasoned, she was also still too young for joining the police, though she had researched what sorts of training classes they had for people interested in joining. As for the X-men, that was still out of the question... at least, for the moment. She'd decided it might be better to leave that to the people who wanted to go out there and risk their lives. She was willing to risk her's, if the right situation came up, but... she still felt maybe Mirror had been too hasty to throw his entire life into X-men fun-times and Mansion Greeter duties, without exploring his options as far as education and other jobs went.

Exploration, she'd done. The fact she was a greeter now was not hypocrisy. That, she was certain of. She'd built up her skill set, crafted her resume, and gotten started in college before she'd decided to be a mansion greeter. Or at least, it had been something like that!

Large men still came at her on padded mats, now and again. Aikido, she still trained in (when she could). With a trainer like Quin to look up to (when Quin was on-duty there), it had not been the kind of routine she would quit.

As she shelved another book, she contemplated the fact she hadn't been to a shooting range in a week. Resolution built up in her. The Danger Room, Amelia decided, would get a visitor. And maybe, it'd get someone practicing their mutation, too. A small smirk pulled the right corner of her mouth (as it was wont to do). She liked that.

Her mind wandered again. Maybe Jameson would be interested in taking some aikido lessons again? He'd flaked off on the martial arts training regimen she'd wanted to take him through. Or, at least, they hadn't talked much recently since graduation. Another smile hit her as she recalled the ceremony, and all of that.

Maybe Jameson could learn how to use a gun?

Was there anyone else she hadn't talked to in a while, who desperately needed attention?

Shelf, shelf. Wander, wander. Her mind skipped idly and randomly through the pumpkin patch of ideas. Maybe nursing school would be fun? Or at least, she could take a first aid class? Some CPR? That'd be a good skill for a mansion greeter to have. Her mind made an addition to the to-do list as she rolled the cart on to another shelf. Sci Fi was getting shelved, now.

There was so much to do.