Cataleia was having pleasant dreams and was rather comfortable in her tangled position. She was reluctant to wake up, only dragging herself fully from slumber when the shower was turned on. Grunting, she began to crawl out from under the desk so she could stand and stretch. Once she arched her back and stretched out, her entire body ached. ”Holy. Shit!” She whined, though she wasn't complaining. Lincoln had provided her with an amazing night. Three rounds of expressing raw power, passion, love, and lust. Always the best way to end one's night. Even if it lasted three hours. Smirking, she ran her fingers through her bedhead hairdo before calling out to Lincoln. ”I'll meet you for breakfast. Library. Love you!” She had already tossed back on her panties and his shirt, leaving her bra hanging on the knob of one of the desk drawers. She avoided several gazes as she dashed upstairs to her room, slamming the door behind her. She retreated to her shower after undressing, a smile on her face as the hot water slammed against her body. She didn't have a care in the world right now; She wasn't a mutant being hunted by religious fanatics, scientists, and random humans just because she had powers. She didn't have to fight tooth and nail just so she and her friends survived to see lunch. And she most certainly wasn't preparing plans in case of an invasion. She was just a normal person living a normal life. The Head Mistress of a prestigious academy for special children, teaching them what they needed to live life without hurting those close to them. A woman madly in love. She couldn't suppress her smile or her glow now. She wanted people to know that she was happy. Until the wind began to whistle and the earth began to shake.
Her shriek almost shattered the windows as she leapt from the shower and scurried to get dressed, ending up wearing a black sports bra and black jogging pants. She ran out of her room and down the stairs as Danger's alarms went off, flashing red lights. She was met at the bottom of the stairs by Orfelina. They didn't say anything, simply rushing to the elevator at the far back of the large mansion. They were joined in stride by others, though Cataleia waved them off. Arriving at the elevator, she placed her palm against the scanner and spoke into the microphone. “The Raver.” It was her human-given alias after she had made enough appearances at college parties. “Welcome, Cataleia.” She gave a curt nod before looking back to Lina who appeared rather fearful of the situation. “Go tell Jules to fix the grounds outside and calm everyone down. Tell them that it was a freak phenomena.” Lina nodded and dashed off to give out the intended orders and announcement. Cataleia was on her way down the elevator now, surpassing the basement and the sub-basement. Fifty feet below the surface was their advanced catacombs, as she called them. The X-Men locker room, the War Room, the Hospital, the Zero Room, the holding cells, the Conference Room, the Danger Room, Cerebro, the Hangar, and the larger garage were all down there. She stepped out of the elevator to enter the all white corridor and headed straight for the Danger Room Control Room. While she wasn't as engineerically inclined as Beau or Lina, she knew Danger would patch things up. “Danger. What happened?” A 'woman' that looked as though she were made of metal and circuitry stepped away from the control panels and offered a curt bow. “Miss Munroe had an outburst mid-training. It threw me off-guard and caused me to end simulation, causing her outburst to affect the outside world. Danger Room has suffered mild damage to the outside, though circuits are fried. I assume that the outside has suffered some damage as well.” The woman tilted her head some. “I have repaired the circuit damage, though I would appreciate some help repairing the room.” Cataleia nodded some before looking at the screens before her. Zalika was curled up with her face to her knees. It pained her to see Zee like that, having only seen her that way once before; The day she resolved to never use her powers again. Shaking her head, Cat turned to Danger again. “I'll send Edward down here with Beau and Lina later on.” The doors to the Danger Room slid open and Zalika came out with her head high and her cheeks stained with tears. She didn't say anything to Cataleia and simply walked on by. A frown formed on the Brazilian's lips, her brow creasing. “Do what you can for now, Danger.” Cataleia strode away and caught the elevator with Zalika. “It won't happen again.” Zee was flexing dangerously, indicating that it wasn't the best idea to push the conversation further. Zee and Kitty were close. Real close. But Cat knew better than to pry. Zee could handle herself, but her friend always worried. Zee wanted to punch herself in the face as the elevator opened. People were walking by, chatting amiably about the freak weather. Some of the students that had been there a while but were depowered and had nowhere to go were giving Zee empathetic glances. They knew what it was.
Zee exited the elevator before Cataleia did and made her way to the kitchen. “So. How about that weather?” Tony grinned at Zee, though quickly shut up as her eyes went black. “Tony, leave the poor girl alone.” Bruce piped up, glancing from his blueprints to the dark woman clenching her fists. “Alright. Settle down, everyone. Eat up and enjoy. Take this time to be jolly and whatnot. We've got a team meeting, Danger Room needs to be patched up, still need that supply run, and various other chores. We should be all settled down by Sunday. Wonderful. Carry on!” She offered everyone a smile and opted out of breakfast by sliding past her cousin who stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “Grounds weren't too bad. Looks good as new.” Cataleia offered a smile and a nod before heading off back to Lincoln's office. Orfelina was carrying a stack of books with an empty plate topping it all off. “Okay – I'm back.” She plopped all the books down on the counter and waved to everyone. “Where are your pants?”
“Good morning, Robin. Mornin' Beau-Beau! Hope you guys slept well.” Lina grinned over to the redheaded Brit, ignoring her father.
“Where are your pants?”
“I did some research and I think I have some really great news for everyone.”
“Where are your pants?”
The Wolverine was growing irritated, a bit disappointed that his daughter was walking around with no pants on. He wouldn't care if it weren't for the numerous boys and men checking her out. Sure, this was her home, but jeez! “Uhm. I think your dad wants to know where your pants are. Just taking a wild guess, though. I can't read minds or anything.” Tony rose his hand just a bit, offering his usual smart-mouthed input. “What news?” Bruce and Julio looked up, inquiring at the same time. Lina sighed some. “They're in my room. And. You'll find out the news when the meeting is called.” James was cracking his knuckles as he watched a refugee that looked to be in his late forties stare at and make obscene gestures towards Lina. His daughter knew that the man had sidled behind her and was being rude. She wheeled around and decked him in his jaw, watching him do down like a sack of potatoes. She then smiled politely over to her father. “You know as well as I do that they learn eventually that this isn't you average school. I can handle myself now, daddy. All the old kids know how things work around here and pretty soon, these guys will catch on, too. Relax.” Everyone who attended Xavier's in the past was always taught to treat the school as though it were their own home and to treat the other tenants as though they were close friends and family. And that's exactly what they did. James smirked as his daughter began to lay out the five thick books, flipping from page to page. “Fine. But what are you reading on?” Lina didn't look up from her books. “Professor X's, Professor Summers', and Kitty's books on genetic mutations. Our type of mutations, to be more specific. And a few things about space.” She looked up and saw that Robin was still standing around as the man she had decked began to stir, scrambling away from the kitchen. “Come get something to eat.” James looked over at the redhead and frowned, taking a drag from the cigar in his mouth. “And this is?”
“Not a friend I've met.”
“Met him last night.”
“At the bar.”
“You stay out of this.
“I'm just sayin'. Where else would she be but here?”
“Beau, you know about this guy? Where's he from?”
“Beau ain't my boyfriend or my keeper and neither is Robin.”
A whole argument started with Julio and Bruce trying to calm everyone down.