(2014-11-07) Xavier Bless the Little Children
Xavier Bless the Little Children
Summary: Headmistress Frost has caught wind of another young metahuman in need of help and guidance, and she recruits Caitlin Fairchild to assist her.
Date: 2014-11-07
Related: Various
NPCs: NA
Scene Runner: NA
Social/Plot: Social
Players:
white-queen..fairchild..

As Caitlin is reaching the end of her Calculus class, a soft buzz sounds from her StarkPad, informing her of a message awaiting her attention. The SMS message is brief and to the point: "Ms. Fairchild — If you could come see me at your earliest convenience, it would be appreciated. — E." Of course, the account of origin is that of Emma Grace Frost, the Headmistress of the school.

Caitlin Fairchild dismisses the class and has a free moment, so she exits the room after the students and makes her way up the stairs to Emma's Office. She knocks, knowing that Emma already knows of her arrival.

When Caitlin's knock sounds, the door clicks open and swings freely, though the woman inside has not moved from her desk. It is one of her little parlor tricks, and one she rarely grows tired of, really. "Ms. Fairchild. I am glad you could make some time for me. Please, come in." Emma offers from her seat behind the gleaming desk which looks impossibly clean and uncluttered, despite what is sure to be a constant wealth of necessary paperwork. Then again, the Xavier Academy has been migrated almost entirely to a paperless system, so the desktop computer serves as all of the 'paper clutter' required. "I trust classes are going well enough, today?"

Caitlin Fairchild nods. "As well as they would be on an ordinary Friday, yes. What concern have you come across now?" She asks, anticipating the reason for being called into the office. She takes the offered seat and sits, smoothing out her skirt.

Emma's lips give on a twitch which might charitably have been called an attempt at a smirk, before she continues. "Reports have reached me of a series of incidents within the tenements of Manhattan." She taps at her keyboard a few times, and reports appear in Caitlin's administrative account's secure filevault, along with Emma's own notes on them. "Nothing in the reports, by themselves, is conclusive. However, there is enough that I suspect we have a young female metahuman operating somewhat 'wild' there." The implication is that said metahuman has no supervision, no one riding herd or keeping her under control, preventing further incidents. "Given the injuries sustained in these incidents, I hesitate to send most of our staff to attempt contact. Obviously, we cannot know her situation, or whether or not we can help her - or if she will accept that help - until we make contact."

Caitlin Fairchild nods. "So you want me to go in. I'm assuming alone. If I bring the girls with me, she'll feel like she's getting ganged up on." She nods. "Do I have a way to find her? Check all the seedy parts of Manhattan where women are being victimized?" She checks her pad, having no issue with the assignment.

"I want you to go in, yes." Emma answers, honestly. "And I agree, in this case alone would be better, despite the often-advisable opportunity of confronting a younger woman with /another/ younger woman for ease." The fact that at least one of the 'girls' of which Caitlin speaks should be fast enough to avoid and resilient enough to survive almost anything would, one would think, make her that much more useful for such a mission.

But Emma continues. "I don't want the girls exposed operating in this manner, especially if it is not necessary. Obviously, if you need backup they should be close enough to hand to be called in. As for finding her specifically, I thought in this case, given the risks, it might be worth /my/ assistance. Manhattan won't be easy to sift through, but with Cerebro's help, I should be able to do it. Assuming you would be willing to accept the touch of my thoughts." They work together. Caitlin accepts Emma's authority at the school, and has clearly agreed with many of her priorities. But Emma is still fastidiously proper about her respect for the other woman's mind. It's all part of the inherently rigid adherence to polite and proper conduct.

Caitlin Fairchild nods. "If it means helping another student getting off the streets and out of the hands of the government, I'm all for it." She just has to remember to keep thoughts of Karen to herself as much as possible.

The blonde Headmistress nods. "Very well. We'll make arrangements to cover your classes for the day, and I will get started sifting that morning, while you travel. Hopefully I will have some suitable guidance for you by the time you reach the City." Emma could always just call Caitlin, but since she'll be down in the Cerebro chamber at that point, reception would be spotty at best. The mindlink will be easiest, and most natural. "Obviously, we won't force her into anything. But at the least, I want to be able to assess what threat she poses to others. If we cannot bring her here, we may have to make other arrangements for her safety and care." Not that Emma is really sure what those should be. She'll only know that when they have a better idea of the girl's circumstances.

Caitlin Fairchild nods and sighs, not liking to think of what may be necessary if the girl says no. She stands. "Alright. Thank you, Emma. Let me know when you want me to head out." She taps her pad, closing it out for the time being. "Was there anything else?"

The other woman shakes her head just a tiny bit. "No, Ms. Fairchild. Nothing else. Obviously, your judgement of the young woman's situation will be key in our handling of this matter. But we've long since learned to trust one another. I see no reason for that to change. Please, read through the materials carefully. I don't want you, or anyone else, hurt if there's ways we can avoid that. Thank you again."

Caitlin Fairchild nods before turning to the door. "Not a problem. Thank you." She says before exiting.

Office 1 - Xavier Mansion
This is a generous sized office. The lower half of the walls are a burnished blonde wainscoting with the upper half decorated with a pale blue multi-hued colored textured wallpaper. Covering the floor is a plush carpet that matches the wallpaper.

Tasteful landscape paintings hang in a cluster on the right wall and against the wall to the left is an eggshell white fabric-covered sofa with another painting hung above depicting the New York City skyline.

In front of the office door are a couple of wingback chairs in eggshell white that face a gleaming neo-modern chrome and glass desk on which sits a holographic projection monitor and other desk things. Behind the desk is a white leather chair and a broad credenza decorated with plants, personal photos and books, beneath the wide window to the outside, flanked by two hutch tops.

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