A private goodbye.
=XS= The Dock - Breakstone Lake - Xavier's School
Thick, durable wooden planks make up the mansion's dock, extending a full thirty feet out into Breakstone Lake. Built to last, it floats on plastic drums, rising and falling with the water level, and held moored in place by galvanized metal posts sunk deep into the lake bed. They double as tethers for boats, and on the starboard side, side a sparkly blue four person paddle boat floats, proving the point. A painted sign nearby bears the words, 'LifeJackets in boathouse--Required!'. While a sandy beach offers ample subbathing space, and the water is shallow for the first twenty feet out, there's a sharp drop to the bottom a third of the way down the dock's long length, turning the water a deep blue and suggesting that jumping in would be safe. A few short paces away, the boathouse sits on a small rocky point, bottom floor boat launch sunk into the deeper water, and the top floor a cheerful little chalet with a deck overlooking the lake.
With most of the school out a Jubilee's funeral the schools telekinetic troublemaker has taken the opportunity to finish her own little farewell. A small, rather poorly made raft, decorated with stickers, sits by the dock alongside a small stack of black plastic trash bags.
"So I don't even know if I believe in souls and stuff..." she declares awkwardly "But I saw this program on vikings and figured maybe if they /do/ exist you'll uhm need some stuff."
With a sigh she begins opening the nearest bag. "But like there better be an afterlife or else I'm just talking to myself and we don't want that right? Anyway I figured you'd need some decent clothes, because the astronaut stuff probably looked stupid right? And you'll be wanting some things to prank people with."
Carefully the teenage red head begins arranging a selection of canary yellow clothes, a few bright pink pairs of socks and a selection of pranking tools. "See, nothing but the best although I'm not sending you any stink bombs. I've even cleaned out my /entire/ end of the world candy stockpile for you, but don't worry about me doing without. I can't have any without it tasting kinda bitter."
True to her word Cassy begins piling on an alarming amount of sugar products. Built into a mound around some fire lighters and pieces of charcoal. A fuse is lit and then, with a telekinetic shove, the raft begins floating into the middle of the lake.
"Guess this is goodbye then. I'll miss yah Jubes," she solemnly says as the raft goes up in flames.