[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/DzWFs47s/tumblr-ovk970zr4t1t3gxyzo4-540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] Electronics Laboratory - First Sub-Basement[/center][hr][hr]	Guin was drinking a blue raspberry flavored energy drink, enjoying the overwhelming jittery sensation that it gave her. Sure, her mother - that wretched bitch named Maddie - had been claiming to the press that she was traumatized after the O.M.E.N. incidents and continued to tell any tabloid that would listen that she was a brainwashing victim of Pietro. But sometimes, Maddie changed her tune to rehash old stories - saying that Guin was back on hard drugs and exaggerating anything she could in order to get another five minutes of fame. 

	Sure, the last few months hadn't been the easiest. At first, she had horrible visions of Pietro dying every time she closed her eyes. She had jumped at loud noises and reached for an icer that she wasn't carrying. She wore gloves constantly, afraid that she'd have a panic attack and accidentally switch with someone. But slowly, she healed with time - not all of the way, but enough that her nightmares stayed just that - nightmares - and were largely isolated to her sleep. 

	There had been exactly one other day since the O.M.E.N. attack when Pietro hadn't been around all day - and she couldn't deny, it was making her a little jumpy. She had isolated herself into the electronics lab, having plenty of energy drinks and junk food in there with her, that way she wouldn't need to leave the room if she didn't want to. [color=cc33ff]"Okay, P.H.I.L., let's see about finally fixing that corrupted personality matrix of yours..."[/color] Guin had the A.I. hooked up to a high end computer she had brought from home and installed her, scrolling through the program. 

	She then video chatted her father, sharing the screen with him. [color=cc33ff]"Hey Dad - need your help with something..."[/color] Her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten yet that day. [i][color=f7941d]"What is it Guin?"[/color][/i]

	[color=cc33ff]"I'm trying to fix the bug in P.H.I.L.'s personality matrix - it's corrupted or something, and every time I debug him, it seems to reform..."[/color] Guin bit her lip slightly. [color=cc33ff]"I'm trying to get him to n-not wish death on Pietro..."[/color] She gripped the table her monitor was on, her knuckles turning white. 

	[i][color=f7941d]"...I see..."[/color][/i] he said, thinking for a moment. Guin nodded, looking at her dad. [color=cc33ff]"I-if I can't fix it, then I'll have to trash P.H.I.L. and make a new A.I. from scratch."[/color] [i][color=f7941d]"Oh..."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"...Dad, what is it? You're quiet which means you're keeping something from me, so spit it out,"[/color] Guin said. Her hands were still shaking slightly. [color=cc33ff]"Do you know why P.H.I.L. keeps getting corrupted?"[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"..I might have been involved in that just a little bit."[/color][/i]

	[color=cc33ff]"WHAT THE HELL, DAD?!"[/color] Guin screamed. Every time P.H.I.L. threatened Pietro, she had gotten a brief flashback to Muscles' death. She also hated the way it felt - that something she created and tried to fix kept on threatening someone she loved dearly. It made her feel like an idiot. 

	[i][color=f7941d]"It was added to his program when you started dating Pietro, been meaning to get rid of it..."[/color][/i] Guin was just glaring at her father. [color=cc33ff]"I've been debugging his personality matrix since the Serbian incident - and it just wouldn't fix...Honestly, Dad, I thought you were past this shit,"[/color] she muttered, clearly angry and hurt. [color=cc33ff]"You can have your dumb A.I. back, I'll make my own so you can't try to meddle with my life."[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"Guin... I can easily override PHILs coding, I know how to fix it..."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"How can I trust you not to fuck with my life, Dad?!"[/color] [i][color=f7941d]"Because I don't hate Pietro anymore okay!"[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"You broke my trust!"[/color] Guin snapped. She picked up her watch with P.H.I.L. on it. [color=cc33ff]"Honestly, I should probably just smash this. I bet you have a tracker on me or something too?!"[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"No I don't Guin! Honestly what's wrong? Just talk to me okay? Something is bugging you and I'm pretty sure it isn't PHIL."[/color][/i]

	Guin shook her head, setting down the watch with a bit of a huff. She didn't want to talk about her feelings. She was angry at her father for doing this and she had thought that he was done doing this type of thing. She was almost twenty one years old, after all. [color=cc33ff]"I'm fine, Dad. Just angry that you did this."[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"I get that you are mad at me, but are you feeling okay or what?"[/color][/i] She hesitated slightly. [color=cc33ff]"...Just more nightmares,"[/color] she mumbled. Her stomach growled again. [color=cc33ff]"Nothing I can't handle though..."[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"...Guin, when was the last time you ate something?"[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"...Last night at dinner,"[/color] Guin answered, avoiding eye contact. [i][color=f7941d]"...Guin, go eat something."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"I'm not hungry...I have some food in here for later if I decide I want to eat, Dad, don't worry."[/color] [i][color=f7941d]"...Why shouldn't I worry? I'm always worried about you Guin."[/color][/i]

	[color=cc33ff]"I'm not going to start doing drugs or anything stupid again..."[/color] Guin muttered. [color=cc33ff]"Besides, Pietro isn't here today so I can get some work done in the lab. Eating would only slow down my process."[/color]

	[i][color=f7941d]"You need to eat something Guin, right now!"[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"I told you, I'm not hungry!"[/color] [i][color=f7941d]"You need to Guin."[/color][/i] [color=cc33ff]"I'll get something later, Dad. Look, I'm going to hang up now. Send the patch to P.H.I.L. if you want to..."[/color] She then sighed slightly, running her hands through her hair. 

	[i][color=f7941d]"Guin, eat something now, I mean it."[/color][/i] She ignored him and ended the call, glancing around the electronics lab for a moment as she just breathed. The urge to contact Pietro and vent to him about her father was strong, but she was attempting to resist it. She could handle a problem without him. She was Guin freaking Stark, after all! She didn't need Pietro worrying and fussing over her and fixing everything in her life that went wrong. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/dtt89mT2/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] Parlor Room - Ground Floor[/center][hr][hr]	Dean had had a busy summer. He went home for about a month, visiting his adoptive parents and his adorable little sister, Carrie. While his parents jokingly called him the free babysitter, he had a lot of fun with his sister and her friends, chaperoning them as they went to the park and the mall and watched [i]way[/i] too much [i]Frozen[/i]. He practically had all of the songs memorized by the time he returned to Xavier's Institute. 

	Of course, seeing Carolina and Allison again had been incredibly confusing. He knew that he felt a little something for each of them - but he didn't want to be [i]that guy[/i] and end up dating one girl while having feelings for another. They each were amazing people and they deserved better than that. It did help that he had the musical to focus on. Xavier had rented out a little community theater in Westchester for their performances and tech week, but for now they were practicing in the school's gymnasium. Pietro and Allison were playing the lead roles, which was interesting to say the least.

	[color=0072bc]"I'm going to watch TV, if that's okay?"[/color] Dean asked Mary, since she was also in the parlor room, as he went up and looked around for the remote. They didn't have rehearsals that day for the musical - his lead had begged for the day off and Dean had shrugged, not pushing too much as to why Pietro didn't want there to be a practice. Everyone could use a day to have fun anyways. [hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=12ABB0]Neil Spellman[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/0QXqD07w/tumblr-pje366m7w71tafowwo3-540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] Library - Ground Floor[/center][hr][hr]	Neil looked at his friends sitting around the table, a slight smirk on his face. They had been playing D&D for a few hours now and a mostly eaten pizza was sitting in a cardboard box on the table next to them. Luckily, none of the teachers had come into the library and discovered them eating - otherwise they all would've had to serve detention - which was probably something [i]awful[/i] like having to brush Xavier's teeth for him.

	Glancing down at his notes, the Dungeon Master rolled a 20 sider. The result was a four and he chuckled slightly - an ambush. [color=12ABB0]"Mira, during your turn on watch you hear what sounds like wild animals coming near your temporary camp - what do you do?"[/color] he asked, looking at the girl playing the bard. He was normally very quiet and withdrawn, but when it came to Dungeons and Dragons he was able to come out of his shell. 

	He looked at the others sitting around the table - Carolina was another member of his D&D group, and she was someone he considered to be a friend. She was one of the few he allowed to glimpse his drawings.