"Wow," Lisa said as she got out of the Uber, her journalists' kit slung over her shoulder almost like a college student's or vacationing tourist. Paying the Uber driver - and getting her digits at the same time! - she looked around and repeated her one-word thought from earlier...but that's not why Lisa Trammel was here as she walked through the main gates of the Xavier School and began to look around at everything.
A staff writer for the mutant rights magazine The Divide, Lisa wrote a weekly op-ed column focusing on mutant rights and the continuing struggle for them in a country (and world) which seemed to want to restrict them whenever possible. Smiling as she walked down the main path toward the X-Mansion, the heart of the Xavier School, Lisa was simply blown away by how everything was kept up, reminding her of some of the most ornate plantations from across the South...of course, she mused as she stopped every so often and all-but-drank in the beauty and majesty of the grounds, if this were down South, we mutants wouldn't have anything worth a damn. A true thought: ever since the first mutants were recorded in human history, humanity had tried to suppress, if not outright eliminate mutantism through numerous means but just as humans had learned to adapt and persevere, so too had mutants, using the tools of human evolution itself to thwart the evils of the world.
And now I stand in the midst of Mutant Mecca, Lisa thought as she reached the mansion's front entrance and opened up, waiting as a couple of young students stepped past, thankful that such a place as this existed and that, finally, she was here amongst her own kind, even if it on a journalistic assignment - specifically, how the X-Mansion had contributed not just to mutant rights but to civil rights for all Americans - an assignment the Divide's boss had told her couldn't be on better shoulders - which caused Lisa to blush a fiery light shade of pink as she got out her journalist's notepad and began to write her thoughts down on the article at hand...
This is a nice place, Lisa thought as she took down notes from the various interviews of both faculty and students; each time, she asked questions that weren't designed to cause someone answering to give opinions....she coulda' just stayed in Atlanta for that. She was hear to write an op-ed for The Divide and facts were what she was looking for...as a mutant herself, she knew that the only way people - average humans, that is - would ever truly accept mutants as fellow human beings would be to present them as just that - ordinary, average human beings who just happened to have a special skil inside of them, one that evolution that given the human race over multiple millenia.
