"Don't worry, you will get turned around anyways, everyone does. Its a dormitory college for people from thirteen to thirty. So you've been on a bad streak for six weeks, did you mutate two months ago or longer?" 

Locking the door on the inside, he pulled it closed with a click as his silk sighed while he lead the way. It felt good to have the familiar weight on his thigh, a security to not rely on just his powers to protect him. Jax alone proved that eternal vigilance was the only save answer, just like in his home realm where the mutants were hunted down like dogs.

"The one most likely to detect you was the professor, and clearly he did. He may have disabled the defenses or set them to your signature, but setting the alarms without informing the rest of us seems risky. There are others, sure, but most often they don't need the schooling like most here if being aware of other mutants is your only power. I've heard it described as having that sixth sense, they have an aura, or there is a persistent sensation in their presence."

Back down the dorms hall, he made the same lack of noise with rote muscle movements as he almost loped to the main hall and turned again now away from either hall before. Passing the library, one of the many the classrooms, and following the familiar path to the kitchen. he stopped and pulled Jax to the side as some kids came flying down the hall, literally.

"Adding to the confusion of this place, every room but dorms has two entrances to prevent anyone from ever getting trapped. The library has top line computers, no macs or apples, each one is made here using their own software thought up by the residential geniuses but lots of folk here have a thing for the feel of a real book in hand. Classes are handled on a loose merit system with each class meeting about once a week to discuss things before being given the next week sets of assignments. You are never hard to find study groups here. If you have heard of the x-men already on the news or what not, any student team member has to keep a 4.0 in order to be a candidate for the missions, just like sports in regular high school."

Finally they arrived in the kitchen, he looked around for a mental roll call to give the proper introductions. Thankfully most of the sushi was still there to be enjoyed as he served up a plate of a dozen pieces to offer the bugboy. He served up a plate for himself with ginger and wasabi to begin eating as he talked.

"Kitchen is 24 hours, food is color coded for vegetarian, vegan, kosher and halal. Eavery single thing in the kitchen is to be washed before and after each use to prevent allergic reactions. Breakfast is at eight, lunch at noon, afternoon snack at 4 and dinner at 8. Otherwise its open grazing as long as you clean your mess as you go." 

"Everyone. This is Jax, new face. Jax, this is...""