Well this was complicated, he had made for three, not six. First in the door was a woman in a Burka? Clearly a new visitor to the grounds. Now what was the response dust taught him?

"Assalamu alaykum, have you eaten? I assure you the food is lawful."

It would be hard to say if he avoided looking into her eyes or was staring right down into her soul, but he made sure he did not offer a hand in greeting. Right behind her came the residential furry bowling in after her like someone falling through a curtain on stage. Between her horrified look and the speed that he came through the door after her, there was a conclusion already in his mind.

"What the hell, Leon? You get a cat-spaz moment and mistake her clothes for drapes? Bad kitty, no sushi until you apologize."

He looked over to the others for clues or a lead when bloom mentioned an x-man going to check out the noise above. 

"I'll go, keep the cat out of the fish. Welcome to the madhouse, miss."

He walked a few steps to the side to stand under a tiny marker he made in the ceiling and crouched low before springing into a back-flip. With a *BAMF* he was gone in a waft of brimstone to fill the space. One of his private trainings in the danger room was practicing teleporting through the mansion as a hard light construct so he could gain an intimate knowledge of where every inch of the school sat, committing it to muscle memory for fast movement through the school without as much risk to himself and others. As it was he went from the kitchen floor to the upper hall ceiling, grasped onto a hanging light to take in just what the hell he was walking into.
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Elsewhere on the grounds was a horses stable home to quite a few fine breeds, half of the twelve stalls were full with six fine examples of their namesakes. The other six stalls were currently being mucked by a fine breed of Irish and Cherokee bloodlines. The typical cowboy with the horses, cliché if it weren't so apt who droned on as he kept himself busy.

"Give me land, lots of land. with a starry sky above. Doon't fence me inn..."

He was told to spend this time trying to use his powers in a real world application without stress like the danger room so he tried to pull the horsehockey into the bucket instead of the shovel. Well the shit hit the fan when he struggled and it suddenly flew up at him like a rattlesnake. He decided to do the rest the old fashioned way, it did well to keep him warm anyways, it was almost freezing this far up north to him who was used to hot summer nights so he was rearing his wool lined denim jacket that had seen plenty worse than that in all its years. He heard some sort of commotion going on way out there across the open flat land as the great black plane came in for a landing, but there were plenty else to handle it as he took a break for a snack. 

He got a mess of apples with him earlier today from the kitchen so he took up three in each of his huge hands to treat the horses as well. He took the first bite to establish himself as alpha before offering the rest to the horse. He did this six times to get the pecking order set between him and them before six good mouths of apple set his stomach right. 
He finished up the mucking and hosed out the stall before setting down new hay and food for them all so he could walk them one by one across the hall to settle them down for the night. Horses settles and stable cleaned. now it was time for him to find his way back o the mansion to get some shut eye.