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Characters: Gaia and Urania
Date/Time: During Urania's usual office hours on Friday, June 15th.
Location: Urania's office
Rating: PG at worst, probably
Warnings: Language? Maybe?
Summary: A "new colleague" has a question...

Things were never too lively in Laramie, it was true. The campus was even quieter than usual with most of the undergraduate students gone for the summer. But not all of them, of course.

Suddenly, there was a knock at Urania's office and a mousy woman came in. She looked about the right age for an upperclassman or maybe a new graduate student.
"Hi there... Sorry to bother you... You're... Celeste? Right?"

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"Nor the chair. But that is not what makes him what he is, and you know it. It how he chose to use his abilities."

"I get the sense that some of the family would rather be Magneto."

"And that's why you're needed, of course. To balance them out. Make them see reason. Work together instead of as vigilantes. Surely you can do that?"

"I can try," Urania said. "I still wish I had laser powers or something, though."

The woman smiled enigmatically.
"Work together, strike while things are hot, and I'm sure you'll soon find strength you never knew you had."

"Aphorisms?"

"And just as true as ever. Do you understand what is required of you?"

"Right now? Make contacts, especially outside the family, and keep alert for things. And figure out how to use my own powers better."

"And I'm sure the others can help you with that as well. Assemble your team, Professor," she said with a wink.

"Can do," Celeste said. "I'm just hoping the fact most of the information-oriented team leaders I can think of are in wheelchairs isn't prophetic."

"You could always ask your brother. He might be able to tell you," she replied.

"Then I'd have to deal with him trying to mother-hen me again."

"I believe he is far more concerned with your sisters to do so," she replied with a shrug.

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