Session 1
A bald man rolled his wheelchair beside the podium and began to the address the people gathered in the auditorium. "Hello. My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and I have a problem. You see, when I was younger I used to use my telepathy to psychically flash women, putting naked images of myself into their minds. Then I met Emma Frost here." He motioned to an elderly woman sitting in a chair on the stage. "She sensed it when I tried to do the same thing to her, and, instead of getting mad at me she helped me get over my perverted tendencies."
"We all have issues that we need to deal with, but as Super people we can't afford to let the world no about them. The heroes need to look like ideal role models, the villains need respect, and the rest of us simply don't want to be treated like our superhuman nature is the problem. And that's why I sponsored this group. Emma and I, and the group, will help you through whatever problems you have, and best of all we won't judge you unfairly or let those outside of this group know about anything that goes on here. You can speak freely, knowing that what you say here will remain confidential. Now, who wants to go first?"
A goateed man walked onto the stage and picked up the microphone. "Hi, everyone," he said. "I'm Tony Stark, and I'm an alcoholic. I'm here because I wrecked my car last week while driving drunk and, while I've got good enough attorneys to not get it legal trouble over it, my girlfriend insists that I deal with it. So here I am." He stepped off the stage and handed the remote to the first person to come up.
A bald man rolled his wheelchair beside the podium and began to the address the people gathered in the auditorium. "Hello. My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and I have a problem. You see, when I was younger I used to use my telepathy to psychically flash women, putting naked images of myself into their minds. Then I met Emma Frost here." He motioned to an elderly woman sitting in a chair on the stage. "She sensed it when I tried to do the same thing to her, and, instead of getting mad at me she helped me get over my perverted tendencies."
"We all have issues that we need to deal with, but as Super people we can't afford to let the world no about them. The heroes need to look like ideal role models, the villains need respect, and the rest of us simply don't want to be treated like our superhuman nature is the problem. And that's why I sponsored this group. Emma and I, and the group, will help you through whatever problems you have, and best of all we won't judge you unfairly or let those outside of this group know about anything that goes on here. You can speak freely, knowing that what you say here will remain confidential. Now, who wants to go first?"
A goateed man walked onto the stage and picked up the microphone. "Hi, everyone," he said. "I'm Tony Stark, and I'm an alcoholic. I'm here because I wrecked my car last week while driving drunk and, while I've got good enough attorneys to not get it legal trouble over it, my girlfriend insists that I deal with it. So here I am." He stepped off the stage and handed the remote to the first person to come up.