Abby sighed as she looked in the classroom.  It wasn't one of the more damaged places, but there was still debris along the outer wall.  Lifting her mop and small metal pail, the blonde went towards the puddles she could spot.  She would pick up any obvious things that needed thrown out but as she didn't spend much time in this room, she would leave most things to the adults.


She still wasn't quite sure how the water was still there, but she knew it needed cleaned.  She was too small to help with the larger bits of reconstruction.  And she knew most of the focus wasn't on the classrooms yet.  Living areas were priority after all.  Putting her mop to work, Abby started to think about the email she had gotten from her Aunt.  The fight was on the news and her aunt was worried about her.

But Abby hadn't talked to her Aunt and Uncle since before she was de-aged.  She had actually thought they abandoned her until the adults at the school were able to prove everything to her.  It still felt a bit like they left her though.  Her therapist said that was normal though.

"Clean up, clean up," Abby started singing. "Every~body, every~where."

Should she tell her Aunt and Uncle she was young again?  They hadn't reached out until now that Abby was aware of.  Though maybe the adults had told them.  She still wasn't quite sure how the legal things worked with de-aging.  The adults told her not to worry about it.

"Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share."

Before repairs come cleaning. Everybody knows this.

She had been there for the destruction. Fought against it. She had failed. Lenna had helped prevent the worst possible outcome. She had helped beat one of the annoying mystics. People had called it a supreme. Supremely annoying, more like. Yah.

Dressed in worn blue jeans and a tie-dye tee shirt that was predominantly orange, yellow, and blue, Lenna wandered into the wreckage of a destroyed classroom. There was someone there. She paused.

“Hello.” Her Colombian accent made the L sound funny. “Catchy song. I have never heard it before.”

The girl was clearly young, clearly a student who had been evacuated before the fall. Fight. Before the fight, she corrected herself. Mentally referring to something as a fall was beating one’s self up over something, it was silly. One can lose a fight. One can even lose a fight but win a war.

“Is there a second mop, or other cleaning suppliers? I can move things with my mind, if you need things moved…” She said quietly. Helpfully.

Mae had worked at the Mansion for under a year and nearly everything she had once owned was now in ruins. her classroom she feared would be worse. They would rebuild of course but it was still heartbreaking. She had talked to her entire family several times and had assured them she would be staying despite the issues at hand. The news had been international, the entire world had watched the fight that still baffled Mae's brain. She had tried to help, but she was not much of a fighter though she had been learning a bit since she came to the Mansion, it seemed pretty vital to her, as she had on a few occasions had to break up fights which luckily had never gotten to powers yet.

She enterd her old classroom lost in thought and so for a few moments the shadow of a skinny person with four tendrils, two arms and two legs appeared on the far wall, looking much like a giant spider, but she looked up and smiled overhearing the question. "Their use to be in the closet before...im told a boar made of stars found it" she said in a somewhat think portaguise accent, her tendrils raising up and the ends blinking open, two silver, two light blue and her own deep blue eyes, before the two light blue eyes tendril's suddenly sucked back into her over large arms into holed in her wrist which closed once the eyes were away with a loud squelching noise. A moment later the sound occurred again as two new tendrils emerged from her wrist extending out six feet and these opened with a milky white shade each looking in a different direction. "History repeats itself in a never ending spiral" she said looking at the two girls cleaning up.

"If either of you find a blue lock box, i'll split the chocolate with you" she said as she began to help out the two ladies in cleaning the room.

Abby jumped as someone greeted her. Turning quickly she saw one of the women she knew had helped defend the school.

"Hello. I think one of my preschool teachers taught it," Abby shrugged, keeping her eye on the woman. Abby paused at the question of cleaning supplies and the little information on her mutation. Abby was almost certain she had seen the woman during the footage of the fight.

The sudden shadow crossing the door caught Abby's eye. Turning, she gazed to find Ms. Durchdenwald answering the woman's question.

"Morning, Ms Durch. I'll keep an eye out. But..." Abby paused, looking towards the rather messy front with the teacher's desk. "Why do you leave it here?" Abby wondered.

Preschool teachers. She understood implicitly.

”I do not believe I ever was in preschool,” Lenna noted agreeably. What age was it children were sent to PRE school? Maybe she simply had forgotten. So much is pushed aside when you learn all the wrong things instead of math, history, and science.

She looked around for cleaning supplies, but a sudden voice caused Lenna to turn and lose focus on that.

Wow, this woman had many orange tentacles and orange eyes and orange everything and—

Lenna slowed her stride, no. The woman was not an orange spider woman, or an orange octopus. This was her power being difficult and targeting all things once more. If she focused, she would surely see true colorations. It was just that she did not care enough to do that one thing. And it was not as if anyone else would ever be able to see her telekinesis bathing the world in orange as it targeted all the things ineffectually. This was simply… something she had to deal with that others would find insane if spoken about. Yes. What phrase had some kid tried to teach her? And what had it meant again? Ah yes. It was simply her cross to bear… because it often made her cross. Like two bears. Crossing two bears, that was the phrase.

She was crossing two bears.

What.

People often make very little sense. She would have to tell off the person who had tried to teach her that phrase another day. It was foolish.

But anyways. Ms. Durchdenwald: that was the teachers name. She sometimes took her class, when it suited her. But clearly, she did not pay the appropriate amount of attention, if it seemed as if she were meeting a mansion teacher for the very first time.

She picked up a shattered piece of desk and moved it to a corner. This revealed something that may have matched the descriptor. If only she could tell color from color.

Lenna held up a box. It was a box with a lock. ”Is this blue?” She made a frowning face.

Abbey jumped at her voice and so Mae kept her main eyes on her even as her others eyes kept scanning the room, the telscopic vision zooming in on objects that might of been important only for her to mentally discard them. The mansion was trashed and she was not sure much could of survived the room. Part of her though something warm, maybe like a remote operated object might let her see it in infrared next time.

Mae kneeled down to start uncovering the floor to see if she could find anything, and just tried to be happy her room her not been entirely crushed like some of the other teacher rooms, or her bedroom she thought to herself. She wondered what they would do with the students til the place was rebuilt but figured she would be told the plan then or if their temp housing would be long term. "I somtimes need a snack between classes or well grading papers or in case a mutant with a hyper motabeleism needs a quick boost before the med bay"she replied

Mae heard Lenna call to her she let out a pair of tendrils with silver irises, that went over her shoulders to look behind her and at the box she had found. Sure enough it was the box she had mentioned. She glanced over her shoulder more from relfex the need. "Open it Lenna, their should be a few chocolate bars in there, you can each have one" she offered thinking how many children they might have lost had they failed to hold the mansion, more so at the end.