Jean looks up at the platform Xavier had sanctioned to be set up under the portal. It weaved up, leaving room to just.. jump in. She then glances to Scott, his arms folded, his gaze locked on the portal.
He takes a deep breath, and looks over at her, the corener of his mouth turning upward. [[I'll go first.]]
She smiles plainly at him, then back behind them, to the children. [[Thank you.]]
He rubs her shoulder reassuringly as he steps toward the platform, making his way up the stairs. She moves to stand beside Piotr, Rahne, Kitty, and Theresa. He looks back to them and half-salutes before he turns to the portal. He goes straight in, no hesitation, just the sound of the crackling of going through the portal.
"Theresa, Kitty, you two go next." Jean says, gently nudging them by their shoulders.
The two girls lock elbows and slowly made their way to the platform, somewhat hesitant. Jean sends calming vibes to them, easing their minds. She will have to have a talk with them -- all of them -- when they all are together again.
Somewhere, deep inside, Jean was scared they wouldn't be reunited. This was irrational, especially to her. But she watched the two friends climb up the platform, ascending to the portal, and somehow, she grew peaceful. At least, despite the war, they'd have each other. The group was a close-knit one. Jean watches as Kitty and Theresa stand before the portal, seemingly counting to three after they got to the top, holding hands as they jumped in.
Before Jean turns to Piotr and Rahne, he starts leading Rahne to the platform. Jean is the last to go, to make sure everyone got through on this side okay, just as Scott was the first one to go this evening to ensure they had someone to go to until they met up with Steve, Hank, Ali, and Pietro.
Piotr follows Rahne up the platform, looking over at Jean every so often. He waves before he leads her through the portal.
Jean takes a deep breath, clutching the strap to her small bag she's bringing along. She begins to head up, her hand gripping the railing. She was growing anxious, and scared, and worried, and relieved, and.. she was a bundle of emotions, crashing through her on the small ascent, serving also as a catharsis, purging her emotions slowly, shedding in layers. Now she stands, calm, before the portal, feeling the electricity flow from it.
Before she steps in, she hears footsteps behind her, causing her to spin on her heel. In the doorway of the Danger Room, stands Thomas Everett, shoulder bag perched on his shoulder, looking around as he steps further into the room.
"I know I got back late and all, but since when do we have a gaping hole above the Danger Room floor?"
Jean smirks lightly. "You've returned, Mr. Everett?"
He nods, slowly approaching the platform, but not climbing it. "Yeah. Yeah. I.. just got in. What's with the portal?" He nods to it.
"Some of us are going on a mission."
He nods, a slow grin growing on his face. "It's already quiet around here, and the rest of you guys are leaving? I see how it is."
"Thomas--" Jean said, somewhat sternly, but in a joking manner.
"Nah, it's cool. Sounds game. I'll let you go on then," he raises his hand as a wave and starts to back away to the door. She eyes him strangely, before turning to the portal once more, already picking up on the thought process moving through his mind. She steps through the portal, it closing around her.
On the floor, Tom held the strap of his duffel bag, glancing back over his shoulder to the top of the platform. It was a split second decision. He ran to the stairs, climbing fast, pulling up on the railing as he went higher, finding himself at the top of the platform, staring the portal right in its, well, face. He weighed the contents of his bag mentally, assumed it's just what he needs, and takes a deep breath. "Can't see why I shouldn't go, so.."
He jumps in after everyone else.
But he isn't the last to go through the portal that night.
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