Rooms

It's amazing to see how a large group of people are affected when a single person is threatened. Are you all that weak? Is it so easy to get under your skin?

[Claire B., now Rachel S.]

[From a Hotel Lobby phone, to the number she gave him at the X-Mansion. At a reasonable hour, even business hour, at about 2 pm. Ring.]

[Steve R.]

[Preston calls Stark Tower and asks for Steve R. It's the most direct way. Fuzzy timeline, let's say before his call to Claire?]

Who: Jack and Rachel
What: Jack is working on being a normal person again, and meets a psychic instead.
Where: Outside the mutant manor house, DC Door.
When: Fuzzy. Around the time he sees Luke and Max, before seeing anyone else.
Warnings/Rating: None for now.

( At night, when everything had quieted, it was easier to go out. )

If you're public about what you can do, you won't be safe.

[Pretend this was up last night. Sleep happened first lol]

[Kurt was glad that the mansion had been found. Not only that but he was glad that it was being used for its intended purpose. A safe place for those with mutations/abilities/whatever it was you wanted to call it. He knew how fearful people could be, how they would never understand things they couldn't see and such. So once it was decided it was okay for them to come over, Kurt went to Claire, a smile on his blue face.]

Are you ready fraulein? [Teleporting would get them there faster even if his range was limited. It would save them on cab fare and from anyone trying to track them. Recent events in his life had made him a bit paranoid after all.]

My name is Kurt Wagner. Maybe some of you have heard of me from my days in the circus as the Incredible Nightcrawler. But I am currently looking for the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester, NY.

[ETA: Locked to Claire B]
I have found the mansion and we've been invited to stay there if you wish to go.

[...Thought. With much concentration and mental volume. Over and over for about 30 minutes around lunch time. (Open to any mind-readers out there!)]
This is Captain America. I'm looking for the man who can hear this.

[Locked to Kurt W]
Sir? Did you find any of your friends?

[No one would be surprised that a mansion this old and this size would be haunted. On Wednesday, all of the lights seem to be working. Except one. A floor lamp in the parlor starts to flicker bright like a beating heart.]