To endure one's grief, we must first acknowledge it is there. Characters: Jean-Paul Beubier and OPEN NPCs: N/A Location: A classroom in Xavier's Institue Timeline: Evening of 02/25/16 Description: Jean-Paul attempts to step up and help Rating: PG? Changeable depending on conversations.
Jean-Paul grieved, as the rest of the school did, but grief was an old friend whom he greeted with a bottle of scotch. However, most were not as fortunate as he, which is why he had put said bottle of scotch aside and opened up one of the classrooms for the evening. After a fair amount of swearing in French, in the hopes it wouldn't be noticed, he'd managed to set up a projector in case any of the students wanted to just hang out and watch a film, and he'd run a few drink and food options up the the room as well. Granted, it was unusual for him to show any sort of empathy, or emotion, but he remembered all to well loosing important people when he was young. The sense of rebellion, the loss and lack of direction was something that he knew intimately, and if he could help stop that in any of the students, or teachers, he felt that it was worthwhile trying.
So far there had been no takers, and thus there he sat, at the desk with his feet up, reading Faust and sipping his mug of coffee. The late evening sun cast amber rays across the walls as Jean-Paul set his book and coffee down so he could flick the lights on. He paused at the window before returning to his reading, his gaze running over the grounds of what was now his home. A few stragglers were making their way inside, the chill wind causing them to huddle up against the cold, the school still seemed grey, like a shroud hung over it, and the halls were quiet more often than not at the moment. All the misery aside the people at Charles' school were fine examples of Charles himself, friendly, welcoming and not in the least judgemental, they were all in the same boat after all. He hoped his fellow teachers, and the X-Men were fairing okay, they were more than welcome to drop by as well, if they needed an ear. To honour him, Jean-Paul would do something completely alien to his solitary nature as he was sure many others would too, and in that, Charles' spirit and drive lived on.