By the time the group had reached the Institute, school hours were already over. Due to the nature of the school and how often both teachers and students depart to protect the world, nearly all of the classes are made accessible and easy to catch up on if one were to miss anything. Not to mention that the main focus as a school made for controlling your powers, the main focus was put into just that, and the school system was built around each and every student to allow them to learn both academics and control. 

The ship touched down in the hanger, the doors opening to reveal Charles Xavier himself, with his assistant Ororo standing next to him. He wore a small smile. With the help of both Sage and Heidi, Charles had been told all that he needed to know about the mission and the results. Charles was a firm believer that the team could make it, they just needed to work a little more. 

"Welcome home, everyone." He greeted them in a warm tone. "Nate, please leave Shawn here, mister Smith will bring them both to the infirmary to be overseen." He then addressed the group as a whole. "If any of you have any injuries, or believe that you may still be irradiated, please, go to the infirmary with mister Smith. Our resident doctor will see you all. Those who are fine, please, enjoy the rest of your day."

Emma went on her way, leaving suddenly without any word to anyone else. Judging by the look on Booker's face, he was the only one who was aware of where she was going, and did nothing to stop her. 

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Emma Frost seemingly wandered the halls of the mansion without aim. No longer in the X-Men area of the facility, she looked to the students and young adults who were enjoying life among their own, learning about their powers and the ones of those around them. It brought a remorseful frown to her face, remembering her bargaining chip for having come to the Institute in the first place. Her own Massachusetts Academy, which she had originally taken over with the desire to counter Xavier's academy for mutants. Of course, being presumed dead and controlling the academy from behind a veil and a projector meant that she couldn't paste her name on the sign like Xavier did. 

It was then that she bumped into a young girl. She remembered her, no matter how brief the meeting was. This was one of the girls on the mission, the one who turned into a radiation sponge. Not only that, but her infinite probes of Booker's mind led her to finding out that this was the girl that Booker wanted her to talk to. 

She had asked where Booker's office was. Emma thought it funny that Booker chased after her to help her, but the poor girl had never even been to his office. "I can lead you there." Emma offered. "Follow me."

On the walk back, Emma sauntered as proudly as ever, forcing her power to be seen as she walked through the halls to a familiar room. "Are you the one that Blake has been talking about? I came all the way here because he wanted me to talk with someone in his place, but he never even told me their name." She sighed almost wistfully, but the keenest eye would know that it was all acting. Emma knew exactly what was going on, but was speaking for the sake of conversation. It didn't help that her mentioning this would hopefully get Rosemary to be a little less abrasive against Booker. 

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"My mutation?" he almost laughed with that silky smooth French-Cajun voice of his. This wasn't his showing off again, that was just how he talked. "In short, I turn potential energy into kinetic energy, usually to the point where a flick of the wrist or impact with something else will cause the charged item to explode. I can also accelerate particles in general. Sage, the spymaster, helped me to make me as powerful as the Wolverine." Remy laughed. He didn't even know if Logan was still teaching. Sometimes the man would just jet out for a few months, normally without word. It was also pretty safe to say that Logan knew, and was getting out before he hurt anyone. 

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There were so many new students coming in recently that it almost seemed like a fad to arrive two months after orientation day. Doctor Hank McCoy could understand if one or two people were to arrive, but the Professor really needed to be a little more strict. This was a school, after all.

Charles himself had let Hank know that someone was on their way, and that Hank should be the one to show him around. He obliged the Professor, and left quickly for the front door. The professor and Ororo were the welcome back party for Blake and his new group. As much as Hank wanted to see how it all went, he had other duties to attend to.

Just in time, too. As Hank reached the door, the door bell rang loud and clear. Hank straightened himself up and opened the door.

"Welcome to the Charles Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters." Oh how Hank loathed that name, but Charles refused to change it. He looked at the rather large young man and offered a smile. It wasn't often that those with a mutation similar to his own arrived at the Institute, but when they did, Hank tried his best to help them. He knew their situation all too well, and would do his best to help them fit in among the other mutants. "Lets get you inside and show you to your room."