Not a Robot

February 16, 2017:

The 'Nu' Bobby and Storm have a little talk about his new life.

//1407 Graymalkin Lane - New York City //

Xavier's Institute grounds are located on 1407 Graymalkin Lane in
Westchester County between Graymalkin Lane itself and Breakstone Lake (30
miles outside of NYC itself). A large portion of this is acres upon acres of
woodland forest. To the farthest eastern portion of the Institute's grounds
there is a stretch of low foothills.
Upon entering the Institute grounds immediately past the heavy
gated entrance one finds themselves on a carefully paved road that splices
in two directions, west and east.
The west leads to the School for Higher Learning where gifted
youngsters are educated and taught to use their unique talents. Here almost
year around children and teachers are housed.
To the east miles away lies Xavier's Mansion where Professor Xavier
himself and some faculty members of the school live. These "special"
individuals are those aware of Xavier's more clandestine operations, the
administration and training of the X-Men.
Beyond the neatly walled mansion's yard in those foothills is an
obscure landing strip that leads to a hangar complex and a subtly hidden
facility. A facility that houses underground sub-levels, a danger room,
Cerebro and the training halls of one of the most advanced mutant fighting
teams in the world.
An underground monorail connects the School for Higher Learning
with the Charles Xavier's Mansion and the X-Men's Hidden Complex. Security
is tight in this region, by means of limited magical warding, advanced
future tech security systems and telepathic sweeps. Tread carefully.


NPCs: None.

Mentions: rogue


Mood Music: [*\# None.]

Fade In…

Bobby Drake was gone for a week…he did leave a note if anyone went looking for him, but he honestly wasn't sure if they would considering everything. He called his home number, but got a notification that the number wasn't in service. The next step was to actually go to Massachusetts to see them. The problem was, they weren't there. His house wasn't there. In it's place was a row of quaint little shopping boutiques that had been there for the last 50 years or so.

That just wasn't right. Phone books are nearly impossible to find, but he tried to do some research at the library that he found…even though it was also in the 'wrong' place and he finally realized that something was very, very wrong. So he did what he knew he could do: returned to the Institute. At least he knew that place. Sort of.

However, going back inside with this feeling wasn't so easy. Since the cold never bothered him anyways, he took a seat on the stoop to try and figure out his next steps.

Storm had gotten the note. But after she had spoken with Rogue, so she had her own inkling on what Bobby sought, and if he was gone too long in trying to 're-find' himself, she would go looking with Rogue if need be. Things were changing oddly, even her mind, that is usually sharp has fuzzy areas, unsettling her but she does not show it, she just keeps sentinel. Perhaps why Xavier asked for her help.

So when Bobby settles on the stoop at the entry the door behind him opens and Storm stands behind him with his note in her hand, approaching and lowering into a seat beside him, propping arms on bent knees, that letter flicked to hold his way. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Bobby Drake glances over at the movement next to him but then looks back out, not really focusing on anything in particular. "Someone actually read that, huh? I wasn't sure if anyone would. Seems I'm 'persona non grata' now…which is really hard to wrap my head around." A hand scrubs through his hair and he gives a sigh. "I'm not even sure what I should be doing at this point. I…have nothing. No accounts, no parents, no ID…how did I get here and what is -here- and why?" He finally does look over with a wry sort of smirk, "So I guess the answer to your question is 'no'?"

The drape behind Storm, where she sits on the steps with Bobby, resembles the looping of a cloak for royalty, but in reality, that part of her attire is more like wings when she needs them, embracing cultural attire from her Kenyan tribe and that of her namesake here. She rides the winds in her own way, and just like Bobby, this cold does not bother her, even in the uniform that seems more akin to a swim suit in its stretch over physique then that of a body suit.

"There is a lot going on lately, that is hard to wrap even my head around, but we do have to just carry on and accept the things we cannot change." A smile towards Bobby then and she looks from him to the doors.

"Those are open to you now, and always will be and if you find more of yourself along the way, enlighten me."

"Yeah?" Bobby finally turns to look at Storm, blinking some as he looks at the mohawk. That's…different. There's a brief shake of his head before he asks, "So how would you feel if basically everyone you thought you knew either…didn't know you or thought you were someone else? I was accused of being engaged to someone I didn't even know! I mean, she seemed nice enough, but…I don't know who she is." Not to mention all the science-themed t-shirts that apparently belonged to the other 'Bobby'.

"How do you start from complete scratch when the life you had is totally and completely gone? And yet I know who you are, Storm…but I bet you don't actually know me." His head then drops into his hands, "I am making no sense whatever."

"People I knew here before I left back for my village, do not seem to know me now, or recall what I do." Storm tilts her head, that white mane shaved on sides and pushed over one shoulder falls like a thing veil but does not block the path of visual between them.

"I am trying not to question it so much. The friends I knew are still alive at least, and to be honest, Bobby. I did not know the Bazinga-you. Only heard of. So to me, you are who you are and I am getting to know you now."

Bobby Drake's eyebrows lift at the term…maybe he gets it, maybe he doesn't? "So how did you start over then? Did you still have an ID? I mean, it doesn't even seem like I'm enrolled in school anymore…or if I ever was. And why am I here and not where I was before?" He glances to the doors, "I know that they'll help, but how do you start someone over from complete scratch? What if this other 'Bobby' comes back?"

"That's the thing. I did not have to start over, not that I remember, maybe I did?" Storm looks away from Bobby then and out across the yard. "I don't think so?" A shake of Storms head and she draws in a breath, exhaling and the plume before lips shows the contrast of temperatures in arid mist.

"Xavier called me and here I am. I cannot think back or about the now too much, even the future. The turmoil, does it do you any good, Bobby?" It would truly do Storm or the environ any.

"We deal with it if it happens. Until then, all we will know and see is what you put out there for us." A smile then, one of reassurance to him as she stands and gestures to the front doors.

"So let's get you your own things, your own room, and your very own lunch?"

"So I just appeared in some random room then too…" This is really a lot more than he wanted to have to deal with…ever. Fighting supervillains — no sweat! Having to deal with an existential crisis…much worse. "I'll pay you guys back. I promise. But sure. Lunch would be good." And his own clothes and the like would also be nice.

"So I just appeared in some random room then too…" This is really a lot more than he wanted to have to deal with…ever. Fighting supervillains — no sweat! Having to deal with an existential crisis…much worse. "I'll pay you guys back. I promise. But sure. Lunch would be good." And his own clothes and the like would also be nice.

"Don't worry about it. Stop worrying about the things you cannot put your finger on, or hold on to right now. If we can help you regain what you have lost, we will. It is what we do. But also what we do, is give a home for the wayward and ground to stand on. Let's start there and what we can do, we will." Storms voice steadied at the end, assurance more then anything and that strength that the Nubian's form held outwardly, but also inwardly as the goddess she was worshipped as at home. The nurturer to even plants.

"The Bobby before you was not -here-, but you are, so then what room did you come into? It is yours." A smile then and the doors open for them, then close behind them. "Let's get you fed, and perhaps a shopping trip is in order."

There's a heavy sigh but Bobby nods…he knows the ideals of the Institute well, having been a part of 'his' Institute's First Class. Now…folks are old. It's weird. He stands, taking Storm's arm briefly as he does so, "Sure. I'll try not to go crazy and spend all the Professor's money." Although he's still going to be stuck when it comes to getting a phone or anything that requires ID until they figure that out. "Thanks, Storm. Thanks for not…thinking I'm some sort of robot or something." Like Rogue did.

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