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[in_likeflynn]

WHO: backatthehotel and in_likeflynn
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: Tuesday, December 6th
WARNINGS: Probably none
SUMMARY: Floyd's assisting with sound for the talent show, and has to see what he's working with.
FORMAT: dem paragraphs to begin

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[backatthehotel]

It took him a while to figure out where exactly to head. His fault, arguably -- he didn't start really looking until right before it would have been prudent to head out. He had the feeling the communicator, and all the little internet bits, could have helped him, but he didn't know how to get the information out. So he'd had to resort to asking directions.

Then once he got to the school, finding Wagner's office became another hunt.

But he got it all sorted, and only a bit later than he would have liked, there's a rather tall gent with awful hair poking his head in and giving a knock on the doorframe.

"Hello? Hey."

[in_likeflynn]

"Ah. Hello!" Cheerful smile instantly on, Kurt set the paper he'd been marking aside and stood to greet Mister Pinkerton. "Thank you for coming. I began to fear my directions were far too non-specific. My apologies."

He held out a friendly hand. "In any case, thank you for coming."

[backatthehotel]

"Nah. I just got turned around a few times." Maybe he wasn't the best at navigating. So?

A brief hiccup, a pause -- thrown for a second -- as he saw Kurt's hands, then, shaking it off, he went ahead and shook.

"No problem. Nice school. Nicer than I went to as a lad, that's for sure." At least, on the surface. How they treated the kids remained to be seen, and that was the real important thing. "Lessee what you've got? What're your plans for the show? What kinds of acts, what kind of space?"

[in_likeflynn]

People here rarely reacted to his appearance any more, and only slightly when they did. He might as well continue the slight surprises with the easiest way to travel, answer all of the questions as succinctly as possible.

"Hold your breath for a moment, if you please." He gave the slight warning and, having not yet released Floyd's hand, a crack of sound and smoke saw them suddenly elsewhere. The school's auditorium was suitably sized for the institution itself, nothing grand. Kurt had teleported them both onto the stage itself, and he dropped the fellow's hand to gesture to the general area.

"This kind of space. Nothing fancy. The acts are skill being confirmed and finalized, but, again, fairly standard for what you might expect of a talent show. Singing, dancing... I've got a lad doing story-telling and a pair of girls doing martial arts. That sort of thing."