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Zandra Mitchell	It's been something like a week since the party for Xaviers' graduating students, which turned out to be something much more than Zandra had expected. Normally, she'd be the type to be trying her best to make friends or organize some group sport activity on a free afternoon like this one, but ever since she found herself temporarily hosting a discorporated spirit in the events after the grad party, she's been a little more shy - being the new girl is one thing, but being the new girl who might have been possessed by a demon (as far as her interpretation of the unfolded events goes) makes things feel just a bit more awkward.     So she's up on the balcony, watching other students about their business down below in the sun while she makes a go of finishing some required reading that she'd missed earlier in the year in the form of 'Catcher in the Rye.' Judging by the faces she pulls every now and then when she manages to pay attention, she's finding it a tough go.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is currently coming along with a smartphone in a hand she's typing away at with her fingers on occasion. She has another phone curled up underneath her shoulder and her neck that's craning as she's continuing to tap and carry on multiple conversations. The rapid series of shifting numbers and symbols going across her smartphone are recognizable if one took the time to look at them and was familiar with it stock numbers. Predictions, analysis, data..     the sort of things most individuasl tended to let a computer and it's algorithms handle.
Warren Worthington	"Ugh, your day looks as boring as mine," Warren's voice comes from above, just before his shadow passes over Emma. A soft rustle, little gust of wind, and two footfalls later, Warren lands on the patio a polite distance in front of her. In loafers, jeans and a v-neck tee, he cuts a different image of CEO working life. "I've been listening to..." he starts to say to Emma, then catches sight of Zandra looking out at the others. He glances at Emma, shrugs, and walks over. "It doesn't get any better," Warren says as he walks up to Zandra and nods at her book. "Not one of my favourite reads. Don't tell Dr. Xavier though. It's culture. Or something." "I don't think I know you, I'm Warren," he says and offers his hand and a bright smile. "New here?"
Zandra Mitchell	The two phones that Emma's carrying are enough to pull Zandra's attention away from the slice of classic literary Americana that she's trying to digest. To tell the truth, it wouldn't take much anyway - but Zandra's only got a phone of her own for the first time as a parting gift from her parents when they'd left her at the academy.     "Oh, wow! Two phones? Does that mean you can call yourself?" the teen asks Emma, accent placing her from somewhere probably in America's south.     Warren's arrival, though, causes Zandra to forget all about the wonder of dual-wielding cell phones, instead gawking open-mouthed at the winged figure that seems to have stepped straight out of her understanding of heavenly beings. It takes her roughly till the time that he finishes introducing himself to gather her wits - and when she does, she quickly snaps the novel shut around a finger functioning as a makeshift bookmark.     "I was only reading it 'cause I'm s'pposed to for school!" she says, sounding simultaneously defensive and apologetic. "I don't like all the bad words, or how he's always lyin' to people. I thought it was gonna be about baseball."     She swings her legs over the side of the lounge chair she's occupying, straightening up and holding her hand out to shake Warren's, though she seems a little hesitant. "I'm Zandra - are you an angel? 'Cause like I said, I was only readin' this 'cause the teachers wanted me to, and thou shalt respect your elders, right?"     She turns her eyes up to Warren's, apparently believing him to be the moral authority on the issue.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would glance at Warren, "Oh, I see you tend not to pay attention over to updates then?" She would muse to the elder Worthington heir. Emma would take a few final moments to finish up her own work, putting the phone displaying data away and cutting off her conversation as she would finish it. Going ot lock both down and scramble them, then putting them away over in her purse. Going to speak to Zandra over in a highly educated Bostonian accent.     "I use one for viewing data and business and the other to speak. It means that I can have one be specialized and multitasking while I move is easier. Since I'm here at the Mansionf or the evening and nothing of importance is happening until the enxt phase of our current crisis manifests itself, I'm doing some research." By 'research' she no doubt means 'what company to stage a hostile takeover of' as far as business goes. It's a cutthroat world, and Emma is ever so inclined to be the one wielding the razor.
Warren Worthington	Warren winks at Emma as he smiles broadly for Zandra as he shakes her hand. "I promise the only smitten I leave behind doesn't hurt anybody, you're safe whatever you're reading. Especially classic literature assigned to you by smarter people than me." "Here, this might work better," he says. Warren crouches down and slips a business card out of his pocket into the space between the pages Zandra is marking with her finger. "I'm not really an angel, just another mutant. And this, if you haven't met her and you probably already know anyway, is /the/ Emma Frost. Emma, Zandra." Warren stands up and turns his smile on Emma this time, but keeps speaking to Zandra in a friendly stage whisper. He straightens his hair with one hand. "Who is also much better at staying focused than I am, and outperforming me this quarter, /but/ what she doesn't know is I've actually been doing my job these days. Every day. It's almost as exhausting as that book."
Zandra Mitchell	Zandra's grip becomes a little less hesitant at the reassurance from Warren that she won't be the subject of a smiting.     "Oh, wow!" Zandra replies to Emma, her attention turning to the older woman when she explains what she's up to. "Mine has a calculator. And a camera!" She seems impressed with the fact - though when she pulls the phone out of her capri pants' pocket, it's just a relatively cheap thing - not the kind you'd go poking around at the internet on or something. "And the case is waterproof, 'cause, well, it kinda hasta be."     She looks back at Warren, head cocking a little to one side. "For real? You're not an angel? Whew."     Tucking her phone back away, she continues, "I guess that's a good thing, 'cause I'm pretty sure if you know you're seein' an angel then that means you're in some real trouble."     She smiles at Emma in a friendly manner.     "It's nice to meet you, Emma Frost. I'm Zandra. Did he say 'the' Emma Frost because you're the only Emma Frost, or is it 'cause that's your title? I'm new."     And more out of the loop than she can fathom when it comes to who's who of anything other than the Atlanta Braves and certain actors from movies rated PG and under.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod over, "Yes, yes. Unlike Mister Worthington whom inherited everything from his family going back however many generations, some of us have had to build up our businesses from scratch and make our own way in life." she would casually intone overw ith a light barb but with no actual taunting in it. More of a sort of tease. "I'm more than quite happy that you've never had to learn how to properly run your own business and delegated it so much. It's made you rather lazy. And that, Mister Warrington.. Has left me quite ameniable when it comes to making great amounts of money without competition in it. So well done, and do keep up the good work." She would casually tease and then turn her attention to Zandra.     "In this world, I don't think any of us can take that for granted. Gods walk among us quite cavalierly. We've found ag reat deal about mythology has been real. Or what we believed not quite real. There's a great deal out there to have our perceptions corrected on."
Warren Worthington	"She's not an angel either," Warren assures Zandra after the gods among us comment. "She just looks and cuts deals like one. Her tact though," Warren waggles a hand and chuckles. "Emma is one of the most successful, hard-working, and well-connected people - man, woman or other - that you'll ever meet. If she's ever teaching a class, it would be worth going. Show you how the world really works. I'd teach that class, but I wouldn't really know," he quips with a playful smirk at Emma. "So when did you get to the school?" Warren asks and takes a seat. "If that's okay to ask. A lot of people came here under hard circumstances."
Zandra Mitchell	With the business card now serving as a bookmark for the Salinger novel, Zandra holds the book easily at her side as she speaks with Emma and Warren. This leaves her other hand free to scratch at her head in bemusement at Emma's remark.     "Gods, plural? You mean like, Baal and Asherah and them?"     It's a lot to take in, but imagining deities walking the Earth comes easier than one might imagine for someone who's read plenty about that kind of thing.     "I'll be sure and go to your class if I have a chance! I've been learnin' a lot about things I didn't know anythin' about since I got here. Like what 'carb loading' is, 'cept I really still don't get it."     She sets her book down next to her and looks to Warren.     "Oh, just a couple days before the graduation party - I was a runaway, but y'all found me, and me and my parents made up when they came and saw here and decided I could stay. I guess it could've been worse."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile like a shark, "Why thank you. And with compliments like that I might even be inclined to give you a golden parachute when the day comes and I decide to buy you out and pay off your board of directors to approve it." That wasn't -quite- the way normal business went but life amongst the rich and.. Extremely rich. Emma would nod over at Zandra, "Yes. There's Hercules, Zeus, Thor.. Amongst numerous others that are active in this world. I daresay that with all of them that it's hard to say what angels might or might not do that would be of any particular note." She would nod and frown at Zandra, "And iwsht all that happened there, you handled yourself quite well."
Warren Worthington	Warren laughs and leans back. "We should talk about my retirement over dinner," he says back in light tone, deftly enough it can be taken as a joke or an offer without seeming awkward. "That's high praise, Zandra, you must have some real potential. I'm glad you were able to make up with your parents, too. You'll want all the support you can get. They taking good care of you, getting you all set up? Do you have a mentor or a campus go-to person for questions...." he looks over at Emma, genuinely at a loss for a moment. It has been a bit since Warren was on campus and much longer since he had any idea how the school actually runs. And it shows.
Zandra Mitchell	"A golden parachute? That sounds pretty! Why would he need a parachute if he's an angel, though?" Zandra looks from Emma to Warren, then quickly corrects herself, "I mean, if he has wings, that is." Her eyebrows both rise at the mention of Hercules, Zeus, and Thor. "Hercules? You mean like from the movie? Oh, wow! Is he handsome in real life?"     She looks a little embarrassed at herself for having asked the question - and her eyelashes flit twice when the subject transitions into Emma's remarks on the party and what transpired.     "Thanks... I sort of panicked, mostly. I think I heard some folks jokin' about me wettin' my dress after, which was kinda funny, I guess."     Most of the other students hadn't seen the part where she'd morphed into aqua-form - only the aftermath in which she'd emerged with her attire soaked.     "I haven't got a mentor yet, I guess. I think everyone's been pretty busy with the stuff at the end of the year. People I've talked to've been nice, though. It was real cool meetin' a real live Indian!"     She looks between the two. "Have y'all been friends long?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to fold her arms together, "You're fine Zandra. You're fine, and you have nothing to apologize for." She would offer. "And would you care to talk about some of your background before arriving at the institute or is that something not needed for now? And I can't particularlys peak for Hercules beyond noting that by reputation.. The man has a rather specific one which may or may not lend itself to the thought." Because Hercules was going to Hercules.     "But, do feel free to roient the conversation moreso towards yourself. We're both on the well to do list and must be rather boring. So do tell us about yourself. And.. I'm notsure we'd be called friends. Associates, perhaps?" They were definitely at least partial competitors.
Warren Worthington	Warren Worthington "Oh associates, at least," Warren agrees affably with an amused look at Emma. "We move in some of the same circles." Warren turns his attention back to Zandra. "I've got to fly, but I'll ask around to make sure you've got a contact, and you've got my card. Call me any time if you need something, but don't worry. It's a good place. I went here, too, and I turned out just fine," he adds with a grin. Warren stands and walks backwards toward the door. "We should talk, soon," Warren says. "Got something from the Guardian they decided to pass to me instead of publishing. Nice to meet you, Zandra." Warren tosses out a wave and makes his way inside.
Zandra Mitchell	Zandra's fingers ruffle her hair awkwardly as she's asked by Emma to talk about herself. "Oh, sure, if you like! I think y'all are pretty interesting, though. I'm from Georgia, and I'm a Baptist. My parents homeschooled me 'cause they thought I could learn better that way - plus, they're real strict about what stuff I'm allowed to read."     She indicates the book at her side.     "I don't think they'd want me readin' this book, 'cause Holden Caulfield's got a real potty mouth, but I reckon I'm old enough to know what's wrong about it, anyhow."     She turns as Warren moves to go.     "Oh, see you later, then! It was nice meetin' you, too!"     She smiles and raises a hand to wave at the winged mutant as he departs.