Fiona walked into the room and looked around. Large and roomy, it reminded her of her grandmother's hacienda yet again.

Wow, I keep thinking of that old woman... I should write to her... And my parents too! she thought.

Leaving her bag and belongings on the bed and making sure the door was closed, she stopped to look around. There was a bed to her right with what looked to her as a down comforter and down pillows to match--she couldn't wait to sleep on them! Turning slowly to the opposite wall, a plain wooden desk with a telephone and a vase of flowers (daisies, coincidentally her favorites!) on top was placed against it. On the wall opposite the door was a large window with a beautiful view of the grounds; a vast wonderland to be explored. After getting her fill of her new room, she sat down at her new desk.

"There should be some stationery paper and pen around here..." she mumbled as she opened the drawer on the right hand side of the desk.

Finding what she needed, she sat down to write to the only people in the world who cared anymore:

Querida Abuela,

Things are wonderful here, and even though I said I'd be back soon,
I'm afraid I need to say that I won't be.
I've discovered a beautiful academy where I've been accepted in the area of New York,
and there are wonderful people here who have embraced me warmly.
Although at times my stay at the hacienda was rough,
I want you to know that I
couldn't find the method to repay what you have taught me.
If you need to reach me,
simply give me a call on my cell phone or write back to this address.
I will send for my remaining things tomorrow, and with much
emotion start a new chapter in my life.

With much love,
Fiona

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After reading it through, she figured that that letter seemed alright. Next, she set out to write to her parents in Russia a quite long 'Russian' letter:

Mama and Papa,

Well, it's been a while!
After leaving to Spain, I learned quite a few things,
many things that I in fact had WANTED to learn but a couple I did not, that including
some of things that Grandmother Isabella thought were adequate learning material--such as "The Revised Edition of Formal Spanish; circa 1934"( that being the translation of the title of the book I had to read from daily for the better part of a year).
But shoving that technicality aside,
I must tell you the good news. I have been accepted into an academy for people with... Special abilities.
Remember when that man who hated everyone asked you guys if he could take me for his wife? Well, it turns out that wasn't a fluke.
I think I may be one of those mutants we keep hearing about on T.V. , my powers being based upon the ability to seduce the opposite sex, and charm my own gender as well!
It's crazy, but it's true.
I hope to hear from you guys again, and I love you guys too much!!!

I adore you both,
La Vostra Bella Bambola--Fiona

With that, she she placed the pen upon the desk and massaged her hands. She had written so much... After placing both letters in envelopes she found in the drawer she found the pen and paper in, she placed them in a neat pile to mail. And before she knew it, she ended up walking to the bed and laying down for a bit of rest and fell into a deep slumber.

OOC: Hey Fiona, I'm continuing too but in my own room ^_^

Tricity was walking through the hallways and knocked on the door of a supposed new resident named Fiona. "Heylo? Anyone there??"

Fiona had been sleeping quite profoundly when she was swept into a very turbulent dream. She found herself standing at the top of a cliff holding a small child who seemed almost dead--and even more chilling was that preceeding her was a crowd of angry people holding signs baring all sorts of angry insults towards mutants.

"I don't know why you want her!!" she screamed at the crowd, causing angry yells and menacing stares.

"GIVE US THE CHILD!" was the chant that the monstrous crowd would yell as a reply almost immediately after Fiona spoke in a futile attempt to get her message across.

Finally, the crowd surged forward and attacked Fiona, tearing the girl from her arms. Fiona screamed in protest but it was to no avail, the crowd had engulfed her. After making sure the child was gone, the crowd set back on Fiona waving machetes and combat knives....

"Hello? Is anyone there...?"

The soothing voice rained from the sky of Fiona's dream turned nightmare and soon Fiona awoke rapidly. After a few seconds of disorientation she realized someone was at the door!

"Coming!" she said, and ran to her bag to get a compact.

Looking in the mirror, she realized she was sweaty and she had tendrils of hair everywhere. As today her hair was curly, she was able to fix her hair quickly. She simply wiped a bit of smudged eyeliner from the corner of her eyes and smoothed out her darkly patterned Indian wrap skirt, and voila! she was presentable. She took a few tentative steps to the door and then checking herself regained her usual poise and confidence.

Finally, she opened the door and was greeted with a gorgeous African American looking woman, with shiny dark hair and alarmingly green eyes which weren't very usual but complemented her darker skin tone in an almost poetic way. Fiona found herself gawking after a moment and quickly apologized.

Good job, moron... she thought to herself.

"Hi, my name is Fiona... Sorry for staring there, I didn't expect to see someone as... Er... Easy on the eyes just yet." she said, feeling her face to check if she was blushing.

Opening the door all the way, she pulled out the chair from the desk in offer and sat on the bed.

"I just got here... Honestly I'm a tad bit overwhelmed." she said, and her smile was a little diminshed.

Tricity smiled and felt herself smile from the compliment. "Thank you." She took the offer from the woman and sat down in the desk chair. "It is a bit overwhelming, I know. Don't worry though, everything will fall into place. It's nice to see someone who is around my age coming for a stay," she said with a slight laugh. "I have to ask you a couple standard questions that all new residents are asked. SO, first.. Can you explain your mutation to me as best you can? And, secondly, let me know if it is at all dangerous to yourself or anyone else."

Fiona smiled warmly at the woman, sensing a feeling of control and responsiblity oozing from her. It was comforting. After listening to her, she soon found herself wondering how to word herself correctly in order not to sound like a mutated version of a callgirl. However, it was pretty hard as she pretty much considered her powers to be insignificant to the point of expulsion.

"Well, right off the bat, I can't truly control my powers. Sometimes I can, but only if I'm indifferent to the person. If I find myself to be infatuated, the situation can pose a danger to both myself and the person because the person will find themselves in a blind rage if my powers backfire..." Fiona said, and quickly realized she was rambling about the effect instead of the actual power itself.

"Wait, but you don't even know what my power is!" she giggled warmly at the other woman, giving Tricity one of her most confident and stunning smiles.

"Well, to continue, my power is that I can seduce the male gender. I know, it sounds very odd, but it's like the ancient sirens, or so I've read in the research that I've looked into. When I do this, I can place a weaker willed guy into one hell of a trance--I've even made them follow absurd orders... Like once I made a guy cluck like a chicken just because I said so. Other guys who are a tad bit stronger willed won't cluck like a chicken, but they will hang on my every word, much like someone who is in love. Not much of a power, I know.." she said, making sure the other woman had absorbed everything.

"The other thing I can do is that I somewhat can charm my own gender as well, but no where near as well as the male gender. I can only make a woman like me faster and even trust me before she would trust anyone else in a room, but other than that there are no other effects in our own sex. I suppose these powers are useful in some way but I doubt I can be of any service... I have noticed however that I can grow stronger if I practice but for some reason I always end up at square one. That's why I came here, to see if I had any purpose or if I should just ignore my power... Perhaps you can tell me?"

After finishing, she noticed she didn't even know who this mysteriously friendly woman was.

"Rude, but if I may ask, who exactly are you? A teacher?" she asked, timidly.

Tricity was listening to the woman's mutation with fascination. 'That.. is.. so AWESOME!' she thought, totally wanting to hear the various stories the woman must have had using her powers. When the guest questioned who she was, she immediately felt embarassed. "OH! I'm so sorry! Where are my manners? I'm Tricity or Delilah if ya like. I'm the Headmistress here," she introduced. "Your mutation is great!" she said beaming. "God, if every woman had that power, things would be a lot different in this world. Of course you should try and learn more about it! We have a simulated room to practice your mutation with some willing subjects. I'm sure you won't have a problem finding any," she said with a wink.

Fiona blinked unbelievingly at the woman. Headmistress?? And she loved her powers?! Way too good to be true. After the woman finished speaking, she heard the last words instill everything that she needed to hear.

"Training... Perfect! I honestly have always wanted to know how far I can push it... " she answered, her mind half in the experiments that she wanted to construct already.

Remebering the other things that caught her attention, she soon adressed them:

"But on another subject, I am completely flabbergasted that you are the headmistress. For Christ's sake, you cannot possibly be older than 21. I mean look at you! You positively glow! Forgive me for asking, but how old are you? And, how did you become headmistress? And, if I may ask, do you have mutations? I know, it's a lot, but I'm completely taken aback!" she laughed.

They were many questions running through Fiona's mind, but once the woman got started she needed her answers.

Tricity laughed a bit as most people were shocked to find her in such a high position. "Well, thank you. I am 25 years young and I might be glowing still because I just had a baby a few days ago," she said with a wide smile. "I am very much a mutant. I have the ability to control electricity. Any type of electronic really... And recently, I've learned I can control lightning, but I'm usually knocked unconscious after the fact."

She leaned back and the chair and began her telling of the past days. "When I first learned about my mutation, my father didn't take it very well and I started falling into the wrong crowd. Luckily a man named Charles Xavier, a very powerful mutant, offered me a chance to go to a school very much like this one. I finished high school there, took college courses, and became part of the X-Men team there. The X-Men are a group of mutants who are fighting to keep the harmony between mutants of humans continuous. Anywho, there were so many mutants popping up at Xavier's, he needed to start a new sanctuary. Charles gave me the wonderful position of being the Headmistress here because he knew how much I wanted to help other mutants."

Fiona nodded after Tricity's explanation and felt immediately satisfied with her answers.

"A baby! Oh my, how wonderful! I'd love to see the little cutie sometime!" she said, with a slight blush coming to her cheeks. She had recently begun thinking about starting her own family someday.

"But anywho, hm. See, that's what I meant before about not really being useful... You can control electricity! That's so wicked! I can give guys one hell of a lust craze and if i do it wrong, can get myself punched out." she sighed.

As she listened on about the X-Men and their purpose, she all of a sudden felt compelled to their cause. Something that she might one day be a part of and use to help humankind... It was mind blowing!

"The X-Men... How incredible. And what a purpose to life!"

She stayed quiet for a moment. She then knew that she would never be a part of them, because they probably only accepted the most elite, useful mutants to be a part of them. Her thoughts were immediately written all over her face, and she knew it. So immediately she set to put on a cheerful grin and ask about them from the point of view of someone who wasn't interested, however badly she might portray it.

"So, are there only like super mutants in the X-Men, like the most amazing of them all?"

Tricity gave a slight laugh. "Well, I don't know what you would consider a super mutant, but we have some of the most powerful mutants in the world in this mansion. But we don't really exclude anyone from the X-Men because some powers can be very useful, like say... you for example. The power of persuasion is a very amazing thing! Say we had a captee... Your mutantion is so perfect for a such a thing, get me?" she explained, using a lot of hand motions as always. It was the Italian in her. "So, we never really exclude anyone. We just like to get to know people as best we can before bringing them into the good fight."

Fiona nodded enthusiastically. "Oh my gosh! So... I actually do have a chance..." she said lowly. "Hmm, well I'll keep those thoughts in mind, and thank you so much for your time Headmistress Tricity, you've been so helpful." she said, and extended her hand in handshake.

Walking to her desk, she took the letters in hand, getting ready to mail them. "I think I'll go mail these, and then try out the Danger Room. I hope I do well..." she mumbled, more to herself than anything, her absentminded-ness shining through.

Looking to Delilah, she left the door open so that the woman would feel comfortable as Fiona made her departure. Walking down to the front step, she made the walk to where she saw a few state issue mailboxes and quickly deposited the letters. Walking back to the mansion, she inhaled deeply as she readied herself for the Danger Room.

OOC: Cont. in the Danger Room (duh )

Fiona walked in after a long day in Times Square, the events at Francine's still fresh in her mind. Choosing to push them out, she instead went to the task at hand. Looking about her, she saw the various things she had bought: her lamps, her bedframe, the plaster, paint, half bricks for the wall design, lampshades, and a black bedspread set that she bought on the way back to the mansion.

"All here," she said, "Now where to begin..."

She walked to the bed and pulled it away from the wall. Setting it against the adjacent wall where the desk was, she moved the desk over and lined both objects up so that she could alter the wall without worrying about ruining her furniture.

"Newspaper!" she said to herself, and took the day's print and set it on the floor underneath the wall she was going to be working with.

After readying the area, she changed clothes into something loose and old that could afford to be stained. Then, she sighed, as her cheerful mood dropped once her eyes came to rest on the enormous buckets of plaster that stood innocently beside her. Resigned, she opened one up and with her small hand tool spread some out on the wall's left side as the center was for her bedframe.

"This is going to take a while..." she mumbled, as she settled the half bricks into place to resemble a brick wall.

((If I may join...??))

Terrance had finished his food that he had mustered up from the fridge. He had left the kitchen in order to get some peace from all the citter chatter. So many new faces ran through his mind. He still couldn't quite grasp the fact that this place...was his new home.
He remembered how the nice woman had introduced herself to him. For some strange reason he felt...different in ways. The woman was...alurring. Maybe it was her beauty. Terran didn't quite know. But he thought back to when she had offered...or rather hinted of needing help or assistance with something. Terran watched her leave the kitchen soon after and found himself following her later on. Terran shook his head, 'Don' let a woman get the better hol' of ya...' he thought to himself. But there he was moving up the stairs closer to the room he supposed was hers. He was following her trail...of smell. It pulled him...Till he found himself in front of her door.
Terran was confused in a way but knocked on the door. Doing so because he wanted to find out why he had been mysteriously been pulled here. Almost by instinct...but he wasn't exactly sure yet.

Fiona had been absent-mindedly looking about to get her things in order. Almost done with the half of the wall she had been working on, she set her things down and played a little bit of music on two small speakers she had on her desk. Swaying to the pulsative beat of the electronica, she smiled and continued her work before she heard a knock on her door.

"Hmm..." she thought to herself, and soon realized just who it would be.

Quickly looking about herself, she she realized she looked a mess. Her straightened hair was tied back hastily into a ponytail and crazy strands fell all about her face. And, as if her hair wasn't bad enough, her clothes were composed of faded black capris a bit on the tight side and a button down white shirt that wasn't exactly feminine, as it was an ex-boyfriend's. Sighing with a shrug, she decided not to care. After all, she was remodeling her room.

Walking to the door, she opened it and found a rather confused looking Terrance standing there. Smiling at him, she walked to the desk and pulled out the chair.

"Hey there, stranger. You look a little contemplative... Care to tell me what's on your mind while I make this place a little better looking?" she said airily.