Party Parlez {Rachel Grey}

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] Papers shifted in Andrey's arm as he arranged the stacks so that he could knock on the door, 'R.Grey' printed in bold black letters over the frosted glass of the door window. His heart raced and eyes glistened with an obvious excitement, foot tapping on the ground as he waited for the all clear to head in and see on of his growing favorites among the school staff. Once welcomed into the room he reached for the door knob and let himself in. His foot however caught the edge of the door frame and his entrance became a rough stumble. Miraculously he kept the papers in check and managed to catch his balance seconds before knocking into one of the chairs. Holding an off pose for a few moments to catch a breath, he slowly recovered himself before setting the stack of fliers down on Professor Grey's desk. A light pant on his breath Andrey shot her a beaming smile resting an arm on top of the papers, trying to regain some composure before announcing "That should be enough advertisement for the club don't you thing Miss.G?" he asked in reference to her telepathic debate club, sign up was starting that week after all. It was his second year running the club adverts, and this time he was going to make sure it wall all on time if not ahead of scheduled. "I went full color this year, had one of the others students help me with the design, and things are looking great. I am sure there will be a lot more turn out this time around! The last ten are kind of eeiinnn.." he said leveling his hand flat out before wavering it back and forth. "..But those are mainly back up anyway.". As usual, once his mouth got running it could easily get away from him, and before he knew it he had jumped right into his proposed idea. One he had wanted to orchestrate for along time, but only just felt comfortable enough pitching it. "Also..Miss.G, I was kinda, sorta wondering if maybe there was opportunity, and some left over budget for a school dance? I mean I know its early in the year, and there isn't much time to raise funds, though I would gladly work on it if the idea was a go. But I think I will raise moral you know! Make some friend ships, break some ice!" There was barely a breath before the enthusiastic boy continued to push his idea. "I was a first year last year, and though I personally really don't have trouble meeting people, I noticed there was nothing to get the students together in the beginning as a whole student body. And what with these attack and all that, people could use a sense of unity don't you think." His body forced him to stop for air, but like he was running a marathon he didn't rest for long and was soon back at it. "I mean, I will personally see it through if you don't have time. I have a few openings here and there were I could work in some serious planning, and have some connections for DJ's and decorators..." From the look he was getting Andrey knew it was time to slow down, and finally he sunk into a chair with softer grin. Those pastel blue hues looking to the veteran x-men and teacher with hopeful exuberance, waiting now to hear what she had to say, forcibly keeping his mouth shut to give the teacher a chance to evaluate his idea. WORD COUNT // 601 OUTFIT // Check it out here TAG // Rachel Grey RPN // I see fun times ahead.

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[Rachel Grey]

The grounds of the school were bustling this morning. Students were coming in and out of the doors as the grass rippled with the wind. It was blowing again, having been unfrozen after Rachel's moment at the Jean Grey memorial earlier this morning. She sat cross-legged facing the window, sitting up on the desk against the wall as the breeze blew in. There was the sight of a glass of water before her, and she was concentrating on it carefully. She had taken off her shirt, unbuttoning it and letting it flow down her figure. Her back was bare as the mark of the Phoenix was boldly displayed on her back. It was put there by the Shi'ar, a race that had ruined her life and killed what little family she had rediscovered. She took a deep breath as she concentrated, watching the 7 beads of water spin about before her in a perfect elliptical. She opened her eyes, the red Phoenix-like energy signature marking the glowing halo over her. There was a faint spark of harmless flame from her eyes, and the water droplets fell from the air and landed on the windowsill as the student made his interruption to her office. Her telekinesis reached out, opening the door the rest of the way for him and then closing behind him gently with an almost unseen force.

Rachel cursed under her breath, picking up the glass of water and sliding her shirt back up over her shoulders. Her powers had been erratic, uncontrolled since she lost the power of the Phoenix Force. It was still there, but it was not the same. The echo that lingered in her spirit was not the same. She had performed great deeds in the name of mutantkind that took cosmic forces to perform.

That time... was over.

Rachel stood from the windowsill. If she could not do what she used to be able to do, she would teach others. This was still a school, and a school was a place for learning. The student entered, and as she slid the shirt up, he would see the mark on her back that branded the school's current teacher for Psionic Defense. She still had her back to him as she answered with a faint sigh.

"I'm not worried about turnout. We don't get paid by the student. Whoever wants to attend will, whoever doesn't can do whatever they want with their spare time. Psionic Defense is a required class for all aspiring future X-Men. Telepathic debate isn't." she says as she sips the glass she is holding.

"A dance?" she asks him as if the word was somehow alien and needed to be explained to her.

[Andrey Beckman]

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[atrb=background, i41.tinypic.com/30aam9u.jpg] Andrey had indeed seen the mark across her back, though it didn't hold as much gravity as it would some on he knew more about the phoenix force then he did. He has only what the school taught him, and from that she had much of his respect. Both as a teacher and as a role model, a strong female presence that the school surely needed, and some one who kept themselves firm and level headed despite a rather difficult past. Like so many of the instructors here, Andrey was always humbled by her presence and was more than happy to be of help for anything needed of himself by such beacons of the school faculty. She spoke the truth about the turn out, it had little meaning as to who did or did not turn out for the club, but Andrey did feel there was a form of 'benefit' for a higher presence in the activity. "True it has no..dollar value, but don't you think the more who show up, the more confidence and control each of those students will come out with. It has educational value just like a class, and can form friendships tighter then a desk situation and doesn't have that binding 'mandatory' title?" he argued but kept that one short. Had he not been dogged busy with other things, debate might have been up his alley. There was a blush on his cheeks though as he realized she had been relatively shirtless upon his entry, but it was a fleeting flush of color that soon was replaced by a perplexed look on his features. He was expecting a joke to follow the question of 'a dance?', but the tone of her voice and the lack of follow up kind of had him surprised. "You know....music, fruit punch, little snacks..socializing. A dance. Schools normally have them all the time. Students get to interact, loosen up, talk with each other and so on." A light went on in his mind and he was soon back on his feet hand on her desk leaning on it towards her. "You have never been to a dance!? Oh Mrs.G its great! Dim lit gymnasiums with tables of food and drink, music radiating through the room. The murmur of conversations and friendships being hatched, the joys of dance and laughter on the air. Not to mention those soft slow songs that can bring two passionate individuals that much closer...Its a thing of beauty Professor Grey" His eyes practically sparkled at just the thought of it all. "Not to mention the chance to dress up and look your best among your peers!" he could have gone on forever, but once again he had told back to catch her reaction to the idea. A though sparking in his mind that perhaps he should have sprouted this idea to Remy. Certainly the Cajun man would know of a dance party. He just felt a bit closer to certain teachers than others. WORD COUNT // 503 OUTFIT // Check it out here TAG // Rachel Grey RPN // If she didn't know dance, she sure will now lol

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[Rachel Grey]

The former Phoenix host turned to face Andrey as he started to get excited, going on and on about the dance and the even itself. She held a single hand up as he started to get revved up! "Okay. Yes... yes, okay. Andrey... Andrey..." she began, as he continued. "Okay. I get it. I... Andrey..."[/b][/color] she tried again, not used to such enthusiasm among the student body! "Andrey... ANDREY!"[/b][/color] she tried again, to no avail. Finally, she reached out telepathically as she touched his mind.

~"ANDREY!"~[/b][/color] she shouted telepathically. She then eased back into her seat, gesturing with her hand again.

"A dance. I get it. And it's "Miss" Grey, not "Mrs." Grey."[/b][/color] she pointed out. The only people she ever loved were either dead or... complicated. The odds of her going from Miss Grey to Mrs. Grey anytime soon were between slim and none and not changing on that front anytime soon it seems. She telepathically got his attention, holding back a smirk on her face.

"Not that I particularly care about looking my best around my peers, but the idea isn't awful. I'm assuming from the flush in your cheeks you already have ideas on how to get the ball rolling on this?"[/b][/color] she asked him inquisitively.