"Are we 'der yet?"

Eoin asked the driver of the car from the back seat. The man had picked him up from the airport when his plane landed. Hadn't said a word so far and Eoin had been selflessly filling the silence for the entire 2 hour drive. Eoin had spent the journey bouncing his knees, pressing his face against the car's windows and taking in the sights, namely the skyscrapers, he'd never seen buildings that were even half the height of the ones they had here, it was mad! Oh, and he talked. By God did he talk.

Whoever the driver was he had the patience of a Saint.

"Whata 'bout now? Are we der' yet now?"

No response again. Eoin rested both his forearms against the car door and put his chin on them. He began blowing small raspberries and humming. This was taking forever. He didn't even know roads went on this long. How big was this place? The driver took a turn and went down a long strip of road. Suddenly the car was surrounded on either side by what looked like fields or... a park? With the skyscrapers becoming a distant backdrop. That was when the driver pressed on the breaks and brought the car to a grateful halt.

There was a moment of silence.

"So are we 'der yet n-"

"Yes!" You could hear the relief in the Driver's tone.

Eoin giddily pulled on his door handle to try and get out, but the child locks had been turned on. He crossed his arms and grumbled as the Driver got out and walked around the car to the other side, opening Eoin's door. Eoin rushed out and immediately stretched, his back letting out a symphony of cracks.

"Tank' Gad for dat! You're one borin' fecker y'know 'dat? Zero craic at all." The Driver didn't reply and simply dropped Eoin's bag from the boot of the car at his feet before retreating back inside his car and driving off as fast as was polite in order to get away from him.

"Oh. Bye 'den. Cheeky git."

Eoin picked his backpack up from the ground and slung it over both shoulders. He cleared his throat and looked down to make sure he looked as presentable as his Mammy would've wanted him to be. Shoe laces were tied. He noticed a small bit of dirt on his jeans and corrected it by licking his thumb and smudging it away. Should he button his vest or would that look daft? He held the buttons of his denim vest and thought about it before he decided against it. He took both hands and ruffled his hair forward. There we go. Spick and Span - or whatever the townies would say.

Slowly Eoin marched up to the front door and pressed the doorbell once. Then twice. And then about 12 more times in rapid succession before he brought his hand back down to his side and began patting his thighs.

"Hellooo? Is anybady 'derrr....?"

She had seen the car coming down the drive long before its occupant exited. She had also seen a certain Blonde walking around, waiting for someone to show, and she knew it was time to meddle. Saph was there to watch the cameras with Jr. so she slipped out an excuse for needing the bathroom and made her exit.

Flipping through her various 'cams' hidden around the large school, she made her way toward the front, intending on simply beating Xavier to the front door. But... then a different idea came to mind.

"Maybe you should ring the bell again?"

Her voice popped up from behind the newcomer, where she was standing juuust out of reach with her hands clasped loosely behind her back and a placid smile on her lips. This boy seemed... impatient? Yes, impatient. Or perhaps a bit anxious. She straightened up from a slight lean, blue eyes picking apart his appearance bit by bit. He was clean, seemed put together. Not nearly as dirty as some people who showed up. She couldn't quite peg the accent, or at least from what she had heard of it so far.

Unclasping her hands, she smoothed down her black skirts and focused elsewhere other than him.

"I take it you are the newest addition to out little community here?"

A long rope of silk drifted in the wind about three dozen feet away, leading up to an open window on the second floor. Her alternate plan as it were.

Xavier Legend was being helpful. That wasn't anything new; he was always helpful, after all, but right this very moment, he was being helpful with his new power! You see, the mansion had a lot of lightbulbs in high up places, and he had the ability to change the ones that were out!

He'd spent the last hour throwing himself up into the air, touching a light fixture, returning himself to the ground, and then changing out any burnt out bulbs. Now, standing in the main hall, he took a long, contented breath.

Work well done.

Ding-dong~

Oh! The doorbell rang! "I've got it!" The tall blonde trainee turned and started walking toward the door. The bell rang again. He started to speed up. It rang several more times. Uh oh... One ring meant, 'hello, I'm here!', two meant 'Hi I'm eager!' twelve meant 'help I'm dying!' He started sprinting.

Soon, the door opened suddenly, a slightly alert looking Xavier peeking around. "Is... everything okay out here?" He blinked a few times as his eyes assessed the scene. Well, it didn't seem as though it was an emergency out here, at least.

Oh, a new face! And Megan? Why? Didn't matter! New friend! "Hello!" He beamed, opening up the door for the backpack wearing young man before him. "I'm Xavier! Welcome to the Xavier institute for Gifted Youngsters! No relation~" He reached out a big, and yet somehow soft hand for a shake.

A voice came from behind him and Eoin jumped out of his skin.

"AH FECK!' He landed and turned 'Where d'feck did 'chu come from! Sneakin' up on me like 'dat!"

He took in her features. She was pretty. Blue eyes, black hair just like his own, big forehead and she had such a... townie composure with her hands behind her back. He got his breath back and put his hands in his Denim Vest's pockets. The way she spoke too. If he was back home she'd definitely have been a pick pocket target. She talked like she had money and acted like it too. Wouldn't even look at him. Kinda rude.

"Aye 'dis is wher yer' man in d'car left me aff so 'am asoomin' 'dat 'dis is wher'am meant t'be."

The door swung open and another voice arrived behind him again, prompting him to jump once again.

"AH FECK! Yousens' need t'stop doin 'dat!" He took several deep breaths. Running around all over the show, absolute madness. This person looked much more friendly than the other one. And much more excitable.

Xavier? And this was Xavier's school of Gifted Youngsters? He'd never been called gifted before. He'd been called Cursed before. He'd been called a devious little b****** before. But never gifted.

The boy extended his hand and Eoin shook it firmly. "How y'doin Xavier, what's the craic?" He let go of the hand and looked between him and the strange girl.

"I'm Eoin, nice t'meet youse. And aye, I got sent 'ere by me Daddy. Could youse' do me a favour and show us' somewhere 'a can put me stuff? 'Av had a long day."

Eoin looked at the size of the building. It was crazy, he'd never been inside a building that was this big before. Amazing what people can do with buildings these days.

Her smile widened a little, and the sharp tips fangs inside her mouth barely poked out to press into her lips.

"Perhaps it is." Her hair shifted on its own slightly, hinting at possible life hiding within the dark locks. "I suppose we will see, yes?"

Xavier opened the door then and the spider mutant giggled, watching the boys interact through half-lidded eyes. The newcomer dropped a name. Eoin. She brisked past the two of them to head back inside and re-clasped her hands behind her back.

"We absolutely can. You may call me Megan... I know the exact room you have been assigned." The Boys wing, an empty shared room at the end of the hall by the large window overlooking the hedge maze.

"Follow me this way. Xavier, I suppose you can come too." She winked at the tallboy. "No more sprinting inside the school though."

"So.. Eoin. Where are you from?"

She headed off at a lazy pace, not too fast not too slow.

He was greeted with a sudden exclamation of naughty language, prompting a confused blink. "Sorry!" What had he done? "Hi Megan!" He'd forgotten to say hi to her. Couldn't have that! Everyone needed to be included!

The expletive launching seemingly similarly aged young man gave a firm shake, which Xavier matched well, before turning to allow Megan past them, his brow furrowing a bit as Eoine asked him a question. "What's the what?" He wasn't sure what that meant, but this man's accent sure was neat!

"Oh, I'm sure I can-" Megan interrupted, stating she knew exactly where his new assignment was. That was Megan for you. She sure was dependable. He was invited to join, and shamed for sprinting in the calls. "Oh, uh... sorry... I thought someone needed my help." He poked his fingers together for a second before shaking it off. No sense letting Megan's hall monitoring get him down! He had the potential to make a new friend here! He smiled widely, and followed.

"Did you have any other bags? I can help carry things! It sounds like you've had a long journey." Judging from the accent, at least.

As they walked in, Xavier pointed things out, sticking next to the new person. "That's the main room over there. People hang out there... Down that hall is the kitchen. I can show you that later, if you want. We have the game room down that hallway. It's pretty cool, but not as cool as the danger room." The excitement radiating off of him was palpable as he walked and talked.

It seemed that everything he'd heard about Americans was true. They were either far too friendly or far too snooty for their own good.

The girl in particular spoke with too much assurance and precision for his liking.

He may call her Megan?

"Oh may I call you dat? 'Tanks Meg."

The one that he assumed was the Younger of the Two was much more friendly. Or atleast, excitable. He got on like a puppy when you held up a ball. When he offered to take Eoin's bag, Eoin subconsciously tightened his grip on it. Where he came from you kept your stuff close or somebody else would.

"No mate sarry, 'Av only got t'one bag - 'a don't have much wit' me - A usually kept' all me stuff in ma Caravan but well, they wouldn't let me take me' Caravan on t'plane."

The black haired girl asked him to follow him and Eoin did, about 3 or 4 paces behind. His eyes were glued to the high ceilings, varnished woods, carpets, stairs. He'd never seen things like this in real life before, let alone lived in one before. Maybe bringing his Mammy back as a flesh eating creep was worth it.

"Aye' I had to spend like twelve 'ars In wunna 'dem plane 'tings. It was fun at first but 'den a' made t'mistake of lookin' out the windy." He shuddered. Humans shouldn't be that high up. If we were meant to fly, God would've given us wings.

"I'm from Ireland. Nowhere specific just... all over."

As they walked, the excitable one was listing off directions and rooms - the Main Room, the Kitchen, Game Room, Danger Ro- Wait a minute, did he say Kitchen?

"Oh my God we need t'go back 'der after because I am feckin' starvin'." It was true. His stomach was grumbling in more coherent sentences than his mouth was speaking.

"'Der was food on t'plane but.... it didn't taste right." What's the deal with Airplane food?

"Yes, you may. She hummed, tone not shifting at all. She wasn't annoyed in the slightest. Didn't really feel much of anything, really, aside from wanting to poke at Xavier a little here and there.

She listened as the two spoke, filing away information for later and occasionally sneaking a hand out to stabilize herself for that she could take a look around the school and grounds like usual.

Saph was still occupied but kept checking his watch. It would appear that he had figured out already that she had fibbed about the bathroom. At least Junior was there to keep him busy. Across the school, some kid was up to no good trying to sneak notes into a locker, and yet another one was trying to get revenge by stealing a jar of glitter from a craft closet. Oh Scotty, you poor fool.

"The kitchen? Sure. Maybe Xavier can whip something up for you." she snapped back into herself, blinking a few times to get her eyes to focus again, and turned on a tall heel to heal back toward the kitchen.

"Did you actually eat any of that stuff? Her nose wrinkled at the thought. Even when she had been able to eat normal foods she wouldn't have dared to try airline grub. Too risky.

She led both boys straight there, with maybe a bit more speed in her step, and pushed past the door that led into the large kitchen.

"Help yourself if you'd like. Don't touch any of the things with my name on them."

Xavier totally missed him purposefully not calling Megan by her requested nomenclature. He was too busy pointing out all of the cool things about his new home! He gave a friendly smile when he gripped his bag tighter. He understood, after all. If that was all he had, it made sense for him to be defensive of it.


"Okay! If you want I can show you around the city later, too. That way we can get you anything else you might need!" He would go for a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning to follow after Megan again. "Gosh, a 12 hour plane ride... Did you at least have someone interesting to talk to next to you?" He chuckled at his noted dislike of looking out the window. He wouldn't know what to do if he was afraid of heights, on account of the whole flying thing.

"Huh. I've never left the states myself. Always thought it would be cool to go over there."

The subject of food came up, and his smile brightened. "Oh, yeah! I would love to whip something up!" Megan diverted her path toward the living quarters, heading toward the kitchen instead. "Do you have anything you prefer? The pantry's pretty well stocked, and I am told I'm a pretty great cook!" He'd been proposed to by several people after they tried his cooking. People were funny like that. It didn't hurt that he was even taller than their new six foot friend, and built like he should be the centerfold of a magazine. He strode on into the large kitchen, looking back as he opened one half of the large double fridge.

"Oh, do you have any dietary needs or allergies? Lots of mutants do, so it's nothing to be ashamed of!" Notably, everything with Megan's name on it would be raw meat. "Did you already eat, Megan?"

Eoin had intended on going to the Kitchen after he'd seen his new bed but he was grateful for the detour. His jaw dropped and his walked slowed to a stand when he turned the corner into the kitchen. It was huge! And the fridge was basically the size of his entire caravan! He couldn't believe his lucky stars, he actually got to live here? Like, this wasn't a trick? He wasn't gonna suddenly wake up and be back in some dingy little mattress on the floor again? There had to be a catch, right?

The other two were talking but it sort of just faded into the background, obscured by the heavenly humming on the giant chrome fridge. This was phenomenal.  He finally snapped back to reality when he realised that the excitable power house was speaking to him again. Something about dietary requirements? Was he cooking? Eoin sat on a stool that was infront of an Island Counter in the center of the Kitchen and put his backpack on the floor, his foot kept in one of the straps.

"Oh aye' am a non-lactose keto gluton free lacto-ovo vegan wit' a nut allergy."

He paused and then laughed.

"Am' only jokin' - 'am basically like a daggy, i'd eat anyting' y'put in front o'me."

He grinned. So did his stomach. His hand reached for the fruit bowl on the table and he took two apples, and then put another one into his backpack.

He bit into one of the apples.

"So what're y'cookin mucker?" With his mouth full.

His hands excitedly pitter-pattered against the counter, and his knee began bouncing.

Megan glanced at the clock on the wall in the kitchen, "I haven't. I probably should."

Xavier was going to cook, which meant she was going to choose a seat as far away from the stove as possible. She headed over to the fridge first, pulling it open to dig for a few of her things in one specially labeled bottom compartment. She came back up with a glass Tupperware of ground pork, and another full of red and brown meaty bits, mixed in with something that might have looked like innards.

Which they were.

She knew that the reason X was asking was that he probably wanted to make up for the last time he had tried to 'cook' for her. There were only so many ways you could prepare raw foods, especially meats, and for her the simpler the better.

She headed over to set her containers on the counter and then moved to dig her blender out. After Gemma had seen how she made her food she'd been gifted a blender of her very own so that her meats could stay out of the one students used for fruit smoothies.

"Careful, he'll make you one of everything he knows how to cook if you say things like that."

She started slipping her lacy gloves off to keep them clean, setting them aside on the counter, and dug out a spare apron.

Xavier froze in place when Eoin started listing a bunch of things he couldn't eat, and the list of meals he knew how to prepare was narrowed down to... fresh air? He kept the smile on his face through the nearing panic, when the Irish man suddenly laughed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, hah! You got me. That's funny!" He chuckled as he turned to the fridge and grabbed a fairly large container quickly, hurrying to the counter to cut something real quick. "Oh, this? It's a- It's a little- One sec. Here!" He turned and quickly deposited freshly sliced fatty tuna in front of Megan, grinning widely.

He'd prepared for this. She'd thrown up twice, after being too polite to tell him she couldn't eat what he cooked, or anything cooked at all in the past. Looking at her, you wouldn't take her for the type, but he knew that she was nicer than she acted at first. After all, they were friends~

"Just a little something for Megan real quick!" He smiled widely and turned toward the fridge once more. "Okay... Breakfast? Do you like german pancakes?" Yes! That would be pretty quick, and tasty!

He flew to the pantry real quick. And no, it wasn't a figure of speech. His feet left the ground, and he shot to the dry shelf at a pretty impressive speed, grabbing the flour, powdered sugar, and a couple of lemons. Swooping by the prep area, he dropped them off, and walked over to the fridge, smiling to Megan as he went. He wasn't sprinting if his feet didn't touch the ground!

Gathering his eggs and milk, he started preparing the food.

Turning on the vent over the stove, he smiled as he cranked out several of the light, fluffy treats in rapid succession, loading them up with the powdred sugar, folding them, and then covering the top with lemon juice.

He would crank them out and place them before their guest until he couldn't eat another bite. "I love this recipe; light, tasty, and most importantly, quick for the hungry!" Settling down after, he took a seat and dug into his own, single, solitary pancake.

"So, what brings you to the mansion? Are you here as a student?" His eyes glanced to the strange markings on his head, though he resisted asking about it; for some, mutations were a personal thing. Not so much for him, but he'd sort of won the lottery in that regard. Every regard, really. Well, aside from actually winning the lottery... Maybe he should buy a ticket.

"Holy feck!" Eoin exclaimed as the boy lifted himself off the ground and flew away. He turned to the girl. "Did 'chu see 'dat! He's like Soopah-man or somethin!" Eoin had never seen mutants in real life, besides himself. He had no idea they were capable of doing things like that. "Av never seen anyting like dat' before dat' was bloody mental."


Eoin continued talking until he was silenced by the Superboy placing a stack of Pancakes infront of Eoin's hungry eyes and hungrier stomach. It was an impressive one too, like the leaning tower of pizza or whatever it was called. Or atleast, it was impressive, until Eoin ruined it by grabbing a chunk out of several pancakes at once with his hands and shoving it into his mouth hole.

He could feel his stomach rejoicing as he scoffed it down like he'd never eaten in his entire life. "Ough Muehg Gaudh" The pancakes filling his jaw made understanding him difficult, more difficult than it normally was. He chewed, and chewed, and chewed, before he finally managed a swallow. "Dat' was incredible 'av never had dessert for breakfast before." He'd never had dessert before either but they didn't need to know that.

Jet lag had made sure that it didnt feel like breakfast time to him but he wasn't going to complain about it. He used his bare arm to rub some of the sugar and juice away from his mouth and pinned his pale green eyes into Superboy's own. He caught him glancing at his 'celtic crosses' as he liked to call 'em. He didn't know what else to name them.

"Aye, I was sent here because a' was a danger. Or a' was in danger. One 'a 'dose. Not really sure which, maybe it was both." He shrugged.

That's when something twigged in Eoin's head. Student.

"Okay 'av a few questions." He picked his teeth, ate the crumbs he'd found between them, and then cleared his throat.

"Is dis' a school?" He'd never been to school before. All his family's teaching was done privately. As in, you were taught to read and write and then told to feck aff.

"Is it hard? Are 'dey strict like?" He was self conscious. He wasn't afraid of being bullied and he didn't care what people thought of him, but he wanted to know.

"And finally' His finger pointed to the dark haired girl. 'Is she makin' a meat slush puppy or wah?"

She had no sooner gotten her blender out and turned around when Xavier slapped a whole @#$%ing side of tuna down on the counter before her and... she instantly started drooling. Thankfully she was able to keep it in her mouth this time.

"Xavier you little shit! Stop that!" She reached for the closest non-lethal thing on the counter and threw it at him. An avocado presumably was bounced harmlessly away.

Grumbling, she set about putting all of the stuff she had gotten out away again. The blender with her name on it was pushed to the back of the counter while Xavier hopped to cooking, and she dug a plate out for herself. She... she appreciated the sentiment. It was how the tall boy showed that he cared about the people in his life. She couldn't really hold it against him, even if he continually ignored her half-hearted requests for him to let her make her own food.

"Yes... he does like to show off like that. Is that the first time you've seen someone fly?" Her tone shifted a bit, from indifferent to curious, and she spared a look at Eoin from across the kitchen.

... Goodness, Xavier had even cut it into fork-sized chunks so that she didn't need to use her hands like an animal!

Eoin had his plate deposited before him, and Megan sat herself down at an open chair with her plate of raw tune, still a bit red and with the skin on, and stabbed a square chunk with a fork.

"It is a school, yes. And no, it's not overly strict. There are a few rules, like no running in the halls and don't set things on fire... but considering that this is a school for mutants the faculty are understanding about each individual's unique background and quirks." She hardly batted a lash at his admission as to why he had been sent to the school. It was an unfortunate reality for many kids, both from actually having dangerous powers or from someone in their lives misunderstanding their mutation and labeling them as 'dangerous' without just cause.

The 'meat slushie' comment drew out a giggle from her. "Not currently."

She popped the chunk of raw fish into her mouth and chewed, hidden fangs secreting fluids away from prying eyes to help break down the meat faster.

Xavier smiled sheepishly. "Heh... Megan, if you really want me to stop, I will! I just thought you might like it!" There were spiders that ate fish, after all. It felt nice to have someone else make something for you now and then, right?

He didn't hear the other young man freak out about his flight; after all, he was busy digging through the pantry. Now that they were all seated, though, he tilted his head as the Irish man asked if they were in a school in response to his question.

Megan replied, but he couldn't help but be curious. "You seem nice to me! Why would anyone say you were dangerous?" He did know that there were a lot of misconceptions about mutants... some countries were even quite terrible to their mutant populations. Even the states didn't always have a great track record. Things were a lot better now, at least...

"Oh, she makes shakes! It's the best way to suit her dietary needs while sticking to what she can eat." He nodded a bit, smiling as he saw her eating. Good! He would have to ask them to order more things he could prepare like that. It wasn't a bother to prepare, after all.

"So... Are you planning on joining the team, then? Or were you just sent here for safety?" This question seemed to draw an intent interest when it came to waiting for the answer.