So, a human walks into a school for mutants. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. Beck had arrived at Morgana Academy in the middle of the night, after deciding that stopping and staying in any of the dingy motels along the highway wasn’t really worth it, especially when she was so close to her destination. The decision to go to Morgana had been a spur-of-the-moment one that stemmed from a post card she’d received from Alix, and if Beck was honest, her reasons were mostly selfish. For a while she’d felt like she was stagnating. Working the same bar every night, meeting the same kinds of people, going home to the same apartment and doing little with herself until it was time to go to work again. Nothing was fun anymore, and after getting the postcard from her friend, she’d decided a change of scenery was exactly what she needed.
Her biggest problem had come with figuring out exactly what she’d be able to contribute to the academy. Teaching was off the table, unless learning how to make extra strong cocktails was part of the curriculum, and she was hardly suited for security. In the end she’d put down secretarial work, which thankfully they accepted. She suspected most of her time would be spent sat behind a desk typing things into a computer, or organizing files, or something equally as boring -- but how boring could it really be when mutants were involved?
For the first time in a while Beck had woken up early that morning, oddly eager to see the school and all its inhabitants in daylight. Part of her was even excited to start working, but upon arriving again at the front desk she found there was nothing to be done. It was sports day at Morgana Academy and most people were outside taking part in or watching the activities. The woman behind the desk told her to take the day off and familiarize herself with the academy and get settled in, and return to start work properly the next day. Beck needed no encouragement where taking the day off was concerned, and made her way outside, deciding to watch the day’s events in hopes of seeing something extraordinary.
Her eyes locked on the field in the distance as she descended the steps from the front door of the academy, and they widened as she spotted someone jump a good forty feet in the air and perform a back flip, to a chorus of loud cheers. She was so busy trying to catch a glimpse of something else happening that she didn’t watch where she was putting her feet, and more or less walked right into the back of someone else. “Jesus -- sorry, sorry, totally wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?”