Job Interview (for Scott Summers and Emma Frost)
It was an odd thing to reflect on: the last time he had applied for any kind of position had been decades ago. Not counting all the counterfeits, of course, but all serious positions had been offered to him since then, and of course his profession had, in essence, remained the same.
(In the field, he had posed as a teacher, in Columbia. It had been an interesting and rewarding assignment, though for reasons that had nothing to do with teaching and everything with the first Rambaldi manuscript he aquired on the occasion.)
Maybe this was an assignment, too. He still had that hole in his memory, though so far he had known better than to go against his own instructions. Remember Julia. He did. He did far too well not to listen. But based on what he knew, he had no other reasons to apply for a teaching position at Xavier's than intellectual curiosity and the need of a challenge. Sloane could not abide stagnation. Besides, if the past in whichever form did catch up with him, it could be more than useful to be among people who had various interesting and lethal superpowers at their disposal. Granted, he'd have to win their loyalty first, but then again, that, too, was part of the challenge.
Finding an acceptable restaurant in the Westchester County wasn't difficult. His own inclination was to look for an Italian one, so he went for French in order not to be predictable. It reminded him of Zurich, and Judy. Well. One could hope that this particular dinner would have simarly rewarding results. At the very least, he would meet two of the more intriguing people he had corresponded with; one of them with clear mentor issues, and the other well versed in sarcasm and the guilt of survival.
Weren't all new beginnings filled with nostalgia?
(In the field, he had posed as a teacher, in Columbia. It had been an interesting and rewarding assignment, though for reasons that had nothing to do with teaching and everything with the first Rambaldi manuscript he aquired on the occasion.)
Maybe this was an assignment, too. He still had that hole in his memory, though so far he had known better than to go against his own instructions. Remember Julia. He did. He did far too well not to listen. But based on what he knew, he had no other reasons to apply for a teaching position at Xavier's than intellectual curiosity and the need of a challenge. Sloane could not abide stagnation. Besides, if the past in whichever form did catch up with him, it could be more than useful to be among people who had various interesting and lethal superpowers at their disposal. Granted, he'd have to win their loyalty first, but then again, that, too, was part of the challenge.
Finding an acceptable restaurant in the Westchester County wasn't difficult. His own inclination was to look for an Italian one, so he went for French in order not to be predictable. It reminded him of Zurich, and Judy. Well. One could hope that this particular dinner would have simarly rewarding results. At the very least, he would meet two of the more intriguing people he had corresponded with; one of them with clear mentor issues, and the other well versed in sarcasm and the guilt of survival.
Weren't all new beginnings filled with nostalgia?