A colony for mutants. A utopia. Cool! For everyone except him. And though he expected the mutants might allow an alien like him in since he was the closest thing to mutant his kind would be on earth, he wasn't sure he wanted to go. Not much room for pickpockets in the new world order and his workload would suffer. For some reason, he felt like this wasn't the true vision. It seemed an awful lot like segregation to him. But what did he know? If this was one way for peace...

Personally, he felt that mutants and humans needed to live in the same area and treat each other with respect and equality. This utopia idea was a step in the right direction for mutants that couldn't have that, but not every mutant would feel the need.

He felt like something drastic needed to happen to the public mentality to change how the whole situation played out. He wasn't sure what. From chaos comes order.

For some reason, he had daft punk's up all night to get lucky song stuck in his head. He wondered why. He flipped off the television as Cail came onstage. He supposed he wasn't a very good lackey. He thought for himself. He wasn't jazzed up about this utopia idea. He felt excluded, honestly. And what would it do to his business prospects? ... Perhaps it would increase them. Easier marks. No need for evil robot cops in the streets... Yes. And when everyone was split, some good could be accomplished.

Maybe he was trying to hard to see a plan beyond the plan. Paranoia is a fine wine. It just gets better with age.

Devon made it a point to carefully consider how he felt. In fact, his study of psychology and the future career he wished to make of it was a review of how one felt, how they behaved. The young atmokinetic was introspectively aware of his emotions at most times, knowing they could both adversely affect him and the weather.

He wasn't sure how he felt now.

Yesterday he'd heard there'd be an important press conference tomorrow by Jaager Worldwide and its known mutant CEO, Ambrose Jaager. Thus, it came as no shock to him and most others in the rec room when the TV was interrupted to cut to the business and show the unfolding event. Still, knowing full well of the recent META bot attacks, civil unrest, outright rioting, press and media field day, as well as the social media hatemongering, it put Devon on edge. Devon stood there, staring at the television with the planned trip's itinerary and permission slips for the younger ones in hand. He'd been jumpy almost all day. What if someone tried something there? Certainly they'd have a lot of security, but what if someone really wanted to send a message?

There was a growing dread sense of deja vu as the masses assembled at bryllig. It looked as hot as could be expected as those on tv saw sweat drip from all those eager demonstrators, angry mutants, supportive humans huddled together, their peace a mimsy hold. The CEO was young and handsome, but a slithy sort with his dark features and well moneyed attire. Devon had heard there were little black wings under there somewhere and while Devon had nothing against mutants, there was something to say for the affect of one's power on their nature or perhaps the nature encouraged the power...

Devon was suddenly reminded of himself. Gray and foreboding clouds could bring nourishing rain or calamitous storms. It was exciting, appealing, but possibly dangerous. Ambrose wove a persuasive set of words that resonated with Devon and the mention of Odessa only shook Tempest further.

On a distant shore was this Utopia, but what promised land was perfect? Who had to leave or die for it like the America they dwelt in now? Why should people have to leave their home just for the rights they were owed in it? These weren't the work camps the Japanese had been made to suffer, but for whose safety was Utopia really a promise? How was society bettered by this new land, this separation of people? Who was willing to fight for what was right as opposed to run away and leave those behind who could not go?

Was the Order involved? Devon had no idea how many had survived and he idly wondered if they benefited from a mutant-run, mutant-only nation. Was Jaager Worldwide going to profit form this enterprise? Had they or this council been compromised by the Order's remnants? Under what protection and jurisdiction from international governments would this Utopia have?

Devon's anxiety was rising like the heat outside. Everything Ambrose said was true and the people cheered him for it. But then why wasn't Devon happy? Why did he fear and have so much distrust? Was it because he'd felt the same since he came to Sanctuary? Granted he was a person and not an international technology, mutant cure, and weaponry company. That was a terrible thought, what if all who found Utopia found the cure slipped into their water supply? There likely wasn't a profit in that so what company would do that to mutants...

"...free to be human however we like." But they weren't human in the eyes of many; they were mutants.

Devon, proud of what and whom he was, shook his head as he inhaled deeply. He set about the room passing out information flyers and permission slips as necessary. They were going to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty next week. There they'd learn of the many immigrants of all shapes and sizes who'd come for a better life. There'd they'd be reminded what this country stood for, should stand for. There'd they read Ms. Lazarus' New Colossus:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Tempest wasn't going to lose anyone. People needed to remember they already had a home and they had a right to it. The golden doors were already here.

Her place was with the people of New York. As a law enforcement officer, the city was her territory. Anyone who committed crimes within New York was subject to a word from her. That was why, when the guy on her television started talking about mutants and a utopia and started quoting old poems, she largely tuned him out.

The idea was not something she was interested in. She was NYPD. If Utopia needed police, they would need to organize their own police force. Their own hospitals. Schools. And so on. Mutants would have to do this.

She had never met any real hatred for her mutation. Witnessed it? Sure. But been the subject of hatred. No, not yet. Not so far as she had seen. The idea of breaking off to make a foreign nation for mutants struck her as whimsical. It seemed otherworldly. It sounded kind of like some sort of Harry Potter thing. And that wasn't for her.

Maybe other people would use it. It could be good for many. But she didn't see how it would work. Where would they go? Who would hop on board? How would they get the US government to go with it? Okay. Maybe she hadn't completely tuned the man and his British speaker out. It simply seemed to her that, while the idea was an interesting one, they needed to fix this society before they started trying to create a new one. Mutants and humans needed to work together, not get torn apart.

She supposed the X-men would have to look into this "Utopia" plan. Things that seem too good to be true usually have a catch.

Astrid's black eyes studied the iPad that she was watching over the shoulder of someone in the park. They were watching an announcement of some sort, from what she decipher. The man on the screen used a big word: Utopia.

She sat back against the bench, folding in her wings behind her. A place just for mutants, where they could govern themselves. It was about time. She had never thought of it before, but as the idea was presented, it just seemed so obvious. So much could be done with a place filled entirely with mutants. But would there be a place for her?

The cellist had let her bow slump to the ground as she thought, and the crowd that had started to gather dissipated in the silence. She had just started playing, and it was doubtful that she would continue after that news.

The idea of it was surprisingly interesting to her. Going to a mutant Utopia would mean that she would no longer have to reside in the slobbering excuse for a country that was America, and maybe she could even get away with more, depending on who ran it.

Who else would be going was a different question. There might be people that she looked up to, even respected that were going. It was an exciting thought that meant she would be in closer proximity to them and there was the possibility for mentorship. She almost shook with excitement.

Utopia was going to happen, and Astrid would be the first in line.

Alex wasn't usually interested in watching TV, he hadn't grown up with it like the others. But the clamor coming from the TV room had him curious to see what was going on. And what he heard was...thought-provoking. He hadn't caught the beginning of the announcement but he had caught the tail end. A mutant nation, just for them, safe from people who would otherwise kill them.

He knew he should feel more suspicious than he did but the idea was appealing. After all the hate that had been thrown his way throughout his life, it sounded like a generally good idea. A place where you didn't have to worry about persecution.

He hadn't realized Jiri was there until the other boy spoke up.

“Besides, Jaager's cool. Have you even met him? I've seen him when he's just playing to the cameras, and this isn't it. He's, like, being serious. And I, for one, want to drink that cool aid.”

Cool aid, huh...Yeah he could agree. "I'm with Jiri, it's not a bad idea and I've never heard of this Jaager guy doing anything horrendous. Could be good for the world at this point, with some mutants taking some time apart from normal people."