//Right, so,// Jonothon was ticking things off on his fingers as they walked toward the portal en route to the Jean Grey School, //from what I've gathered, things have changed around here at least somewhat since it was Xavier's school. One of the wings is completely made of ice, courtesy of Bobby, no doubt. The toilets will sometimes attack people, which is part of the joy of using Shi'ar technology to build the place, I suppose. And--// Jono stopped dead in his tracks as they stepped through the portal and he felt it first-hand for himself, a whomp to the side of the psionic senses from directly underfoot. //--Right. The school grounds themselves are sentient. His name is Krakoa - nice to meet you - and he feels quite the attachment for this place. Not terribly surprising. Most mutants who didn't know acceptance before coming here generally do.//
It was just, most of them weren't the size of a city block and covered in grass.
//Also, you'll want to keep an eye out for bamfs. They're a bit of an infestation, so far as I've been told.//
[OOC: For that guy! NFB for distance, of course. Open for texts and phone calls and all that jazz too, if you like.]
- The Jean Grey School, Wednesday Afternoon