Date: June 1, Three days after the Mayor's speech
Time of day: 9:16 am

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Sarah walked to her apartment, hot and sweaty after her morning run...that tended to happen twice a week at her best. She would have done it more, but other things have come up. It was just too much work to get up in the morning and run for five miles.

But today she got it done, and was ready to start the day. After a quick shower and drying off her hair, she walked to her laptop in her front room, and logged on. "Gotta check the daily mail..." She said, still towel drying her hair. She logged onto her school/business e-mail that Jean use to keep her updated on her job. Not much was going on right now, besides some paperwork and insurance stuff. Sarah switched over to her personal email and started surfing the net. Mainly news and stuff. More response to Mayor Rismen's speech was posted all over. People on the left and right were rallying for and against the Mayor's call for more mutant policing. Tensions were obviously high on campus, and with the rest of mutantkind. Their entire existence as citizens hung in the balance.

Sarah bit her lip and moved on, clicking though her email. There was little she could do, asides from draw more attention to herself and possible all her friends. So, against her worse judgement, she did nothing.

Sarah searched her email, Junk junk spam, phishing scheme, bank statement, academic records. and facebook updates including...

"No..." She said, reading the emai... It was an invitation to a wedding, between Kyle and Karen. Kyle was the guy she dated at the U for two years, until Kyle cheated on her with Karen. Now...three months after they broke up, Karen is inviting Sarah to their wedding. She clicked on the link to post her reservation... and possible bitch that slut out.

Then, her computer froze up...

"Oh, come on..." She groaned, scribbling across her mousepad. Nothing happened. She punched in ctrl+alt+del, but nothing happened. "Come, you piece of shit...I didn't do anything." Sarah smacked the keyboard in frustration. "This is so not cool!"

Then, her end table leapt up and charged into her front door. "OH MY GOD!!! You are fucking kidding me!!!" She yelled, as books started to rocket off her bookshelves. She stomped her foot into the ground and shoved her fingers into her jugular, trying to calm herself down before something else happened.

Ahhh, summer. No more daily classes, all the grades were in, and aside from making herself available to the kids when she was needed, and there was always something she was needed for, her day to day business became considerably less busy.

Which finally gave her an excuse to explore these off-campus apartments they'd built not too long ago. Call it curiosity, if you will, even if that was more typically a feline trait. Scope the place out. See how some of her allies were living. She didn't regret the faculty living situation, not one bit, but it didn't hurt to take a look and see, after all.

She stepped in to the main entrance and glanced around the lobby, taking in the sights, the scents, the sounds. Seemed very typical, really. Or at least what she imagined to be typical. She'd never had an apartment, she had to admit. She'd gone straight from living on Muir to living here at the school, so this was something she hadn't had to do as of yet. If ever.

Keen ears twitched ever so slightly as a screaming fit made its presence known. Somebody wasn't happy. Whether it was just frustration or a true emergency, she couldn't be sure. Her form shifted, warped, bones stretching and fur growing into place, features changing, until the young Scotswoman's half-lupine form came into its own.

She charged up the stairs, pawlike feet pounding on the carpeted wood, and skidded to a halt in front of the door where the offending noise had come from. Sarah Lewis's room. The young woman had recently returned to the school, and was someone Rahne had only known in passing, to be honest. No truly deep friendship there, but not a complete stranger either.

"Hullo?" Rahne called out, trying the door knob. Something was in the way, obtructin the door from the other side. "Everything alright in there?"

Sarah breathed deeply, and slowly the hail storm fell aside. Deep breath in...deep breath out...

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. "Coming..." She said, picking her way across her littered floor. "sonofa- this is going to be a bitch to clean up..." She said, editing herself and then swearing anyways. She pulled the end table off the door, as the person on the other side of the door shook the doorknob. Finally, clearing the door and the pathway to the couch. She tucked a flyaway bang into her ear and unlocked the door.

She gasped in shock, as Rahne stood there in half wolf form. A small defensive wave pulsed out, but it was nothing serious. it just ruffled pages. "Oh, Heya, Rahne... sorry about that... I...um... had a power freak out.. .and my computer crashed on me... and just... " She bit her tongue on the last part. There were somethings that need not be shared outright. it's not like she had anymore claim to that jerk anymore then that slut did... but it still hurt.

"Sorry about the noise." She bent over to grab a book off the floor. "I've been meaning to catch up with you since I came back but we keep missing each other..." she picked up a few more books and set them on the table next to the frozen computer. She tried a hard restart (pulliing the battery out) and tried to reboot. But after the hard drive revved up, odd code screens and error messages filled her screen.

"You wouldn't happen to know a good computer techy, would you?"

"Hi, uh..." Rahne couldn't help but notice that little bit of shock on Sarah's face - or maybe it was fear, who knew? She had grown to recognize it well over the years. She closed her eyes, and shifted back to a humanoid shape. There was no danger apparently, nothing she had to spring into action to rescue anyone from. Just... an emotional outburst over a malfunctioning computer. Well, she could understand that well enough.

"Aye, bloody horrendous those things are, aren't they?" Rahne chuckled. Lord knows there were times she wanted to throw her own out the window.

She glanced around at the carnage the room had gone through. Poor little room, so beaten and battered and bruised. That's the risk one puts up with when they house mutants, however. Comes with the territory. She made no comment on it, though. Didn't think it appropriate. Wasn't her place to say anything, as it were.

"I know a few, aye," Rahne nodded her head solemnly as she watched the words fill up on the screen. They all looked like gibberish to her, though she was certain the meaning in and of itself was fairly straightforward, fairly cut and dry as it were.

"I usually get Kitty to help when I've got.... technological difficulties, and then there's Miss Vale if ye feel okay askin' a student for help... an' there's a girl out in the city I've met with a time or two, works with X-Corps... ye've got options is what I'm saying."

Sarah flopped into the couch in frustration. "This cannot be happening to me!" she screamed into her hands. One never realizes how addicted they are to something until you go though withdraws. But in hindsight, it was probably the best. Who knows what she could have said in her rage.

"Yeah, I might have over reacted to that..." She said with a slight smirk, looking around her destroyed room. "Other people just loose control of their powers when they are emotional." She spread her arms out, showing the room in it royal mess. "My powers... feed off my emotions." She stooped down and picked up some books. "Course... I guess I am one of the last person to complain about being a mutant right now, with that mayor's proposition and all." She said, making small talk about the biggest event she could think of.

"i don't think having a student fixing my computer would be a good idea." She said, analyzing her options. "And Kitty has been so busy lately, I don't know if she has time to help with this..." she stopped for a moment and collected her thoughts. "Who is that X-Corp member you would talking about? And where would i find this person?"

"Och, sure it can," Rahne chuckled, idly picking up a piece of paper and then another, casually forming a stack in her left hand.

"I mean, the stuff's so temperamental sometimes. Invalid illegal input, shuttin' down now. Oop, ye held this key down too long, now we're shuttin' down. Ye clicked on the wrong thing, now we're shuttin' down. I think programmers like mussin' with the barely-computer-literate," she grinned. That's what made having friends who knew what they were doing so important. Whenever Doug came back from his sabbatical (Funny how people seemed to do that so much around here - made her wonder if she should at some point, if for no other reason than to see what the fuss was all about), there'd be one more around the campus to handle these kinds of things. A technical support crew or what have you. That was what this school needed. A group whose job it was to fix computer issues.

She seemed interested in the last option, and Rahne nodded her head.
"Name's Nepheli, she's.... a tad bit odd, aye, but she's a decent enough person, I'd say," she nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I got her telephone number if'n ye'd like it."

Sarah tried hitting the ctrl+alt+del combo again, trying to get something to react. nothing happened. In hindsight, this is something that might have saved her from blowing up online and causing alot of unnecessary drama.

"Yeah, Tell me about it. You get one thing wrong and the computer doesn't recognize what is going on." She grumbled, finally slamming close the lid and pushing it away. Her EKs jumped in and shoved the computer across the the room and send in skittering across her desk across the room. She blew out her cheeks. "At least with humans, we can sum up something and come to our own conclusions." She got up and walked to the desk, grabbing a pen and paper, and snatching the run away computer from off the desk. Her subconsciousness was pushing it away from her, keeping it from her wrath from doing permanent damage. It amazed her how soemtimes her emotions had better idea of what was the right thing to do. Yet again, emotions were very well known for getting out of control, and running amuck. It was a double edge sword, instinctive, and impulsive.

"I'll get a hold of her, "She said, writing down the number. "Thanks Rahne, Sorry about the ruckus. Maybe we she hang out again sometime and catch up. You have plans on Saturday?"