Who: Toad, Firefist; tag Storm, Nightcrawler, Mars
When: Saturday, October 27th, 2007 (6:30am)
Where: Xavier's; Storm's office
What: The Morlocks are gone - little help? Oh, and here's another kid.
Status: Complete.
Rating: PG
He placed the little blighter on the seat that 'Storm' had indicated. At least they'd been hospitable enough. It was hard enough to hail a bleeding cab at this hour, let alone find a cabbie who looked easy enough to jack from. "I dunno how much time we have," he told her after turning his back on the little boy. 'Rusty', he was called. That's about as much as Mort knew of him. He did realize that the little monster was a survivor, however, and he decided to bring him to dump with the X-ers since he was headed their way anyhow. Probably have a better home here than with crazy ol' Agnes.

"Who exactly is 'we'?" Ororo wondered, still stirring her coffee. Her eyes shifted from Kurt to the little boy to Toad for the answer to her question.

"Well, it's like this, see. I was hopin' you lot would er, y'know, hop to." Per se. "Bunch of sons-of-bitches came through last night when I was gone and snagged nearly every Morlock in a five mile radius. There are a few back in the city. I heard talk of some place called Genosha. If I remember right, it was in the news a few years back, eh? Bunch of people got 'emselves killed." Or some such.

"Genosha?" She questioned, rhetorically. What in the world... No matter the reason, she knew it couldn't have been good for anyone involved. Her eyes studied Toad's face, as if trying to will him to give her information he most likely didn't have. Her eyes shifted to her husband's after a few moments of silence. She leaned back against her desk and crossed her arms at her chest, the classic Ororo Munroe 'I'm thinking' pose. "How many do you think that would be - all together?"

"Oh shit," he barked a laugh. Like they kept records. How the hell was he supposed to know? Might as well offer a guesstimate, "I'd say around a hundred and twenty."

"Women, children?"

"Babies, elderly..." he continued her list by way of answering, and was beginning to look impatient. "I guess that machine the old man used isn't a lot of use to you lot, is it?" he mused.

Emma. Of course. But she was away for the weekend. She hadn't returned to the school after Shaw's party the night before. "It's not out of commission yet, actually," again, she locked eyes with Kurt. "I've got to contact one of our staff. They'll be able to help," she moved behind the desk. Finally, she looked back to the wide-eyed little guy who was sitting on the window seat in her office. He looked pretty terrified. "Has he eaten recently?" she asked while the phone dialed out to Diamond.

"Dunno."

"Ah." She rolled her eyes frustratedly. They'd get a warm meal in him, asap. But he wasn't the one in danger. The phone rang several times, but it went to Emma's mail. She left a brief, discreet message requesting Emma to return to the grounds post haste. "She didn't pick up. I'll have to try back."

Ororo moved from behind her desk and crouched before the boy. Rusty Collins, Toad had divulged as his name. He didn't have a legal guardian. She sighed through a smile and introduced herself, "Hi, Rusty. I am Mrs. Wagner."

"Hi." His eyes had only glanced once to the white-haired lady in front of him. They went immediately back to the blue man. Rusty'd seen some strange-looking people, but the blue man had a tail. Cool.

"This is my husband Kurt," she nearly grinned, "and we have a little boy about your age." Not technically.