When Bloom failed to reply, Sarah shrugged an popped a piece of the sushi that Magnus had whipped up into her mouth. That was Bloom for you. She spoke out- and spoke loud when she had something to say but otherwise said little. Things were getting boring here. Starry Eyed had run off. The cat person thing hadn't said a word and was standing like a bump on a log. Honestly, weren't cats supposed to be more playful?

"Gotta go," Sarah said to those remaining, "I've studying to do."

Right, studying, that was about as likely as a flying chicken. Then again, what was to stop a mutant chicken from actually flying? Mutant Chicken? Were there such things as mutant animals? Sarah couldn't reason why not. Whales predated man by at least tens of thousands of years. She'd have to ask Dr. McCoy or somebody that wouldn't laugh at her for asking such a stupid question.

Striding through the living room, past a half dozen young people watching television, surrounded by a half dozen reading textbooks, Sarah entered the front hall and mounted the staircase to get to her room, golden tresses streaming behind her as she took the stairs two at a time. That was one of the advantages of being an X-Man, even if she was a rookie; She got to have her room inside the main building instead of the student dormitories at the periphery. Mind you, it also meant she'd be in the frontlines in any attack against the mansion. That part sucked.

Once in her room she grabbed her duffel bag full of costumes before quickly turned on her heel and heading down towards the danger rooms. The costumes had been crafted in the facility below. The costume fabricator, a piece of alien technology, was capable of producing a surprising variety of different articles of clothing and could be custom programmed if one knew how. Of Shi'ar manufacture, the original fashions were a little- ostentatious.

She descended through one of the hidden elevators and under the recessed lighting of the facility's corridors until she opened the reinforced hatchway leading into the danger room. It opened into a medieval city, wooden structures, and cobblestone streets. Empty for the moment but when she told the program to begin the rabble and riff raff of the fantasy world would materialize first appearing as silhouettes composed of random bits. Then they would resolve themselves into their proper images like a television antenna picking up the signal.