2011 11 02 Sobriety

Log Title:
Sobriety

Characters:
Siryn & Professor X

RL Date:
11-2-11

IC Date:
11-2-11

Location:
Xavier Mansion, Xavier's Office

Brief log summary::
Siryn is called into Xavier's office to talk about her drinking problem and teaching position.

Rating:
pg

There is no TS in this log::
Yes

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-==[ Xavier's Office - Xavier Mansion ]==------—-

The room is large enough for a medium-sized meeting of regular-sized humans, or a small meeting of larger individuals. The furniture is reinforced mahogany—a broad desk centered in front of generous windows overlooking the Memorial Garden, a collection of chairs with and without arms arrayed around it, a bench by the door. Mahogany cabinets to one side conceal office supplies and a small guest bar; mahogany bookshelves to the other side contain files and reference books.

The walls are wainscotted mahogany below, cream wallpaper above. Fabrics are crimson and cream, from draperies to upholsteries to rugs. Gold cords tie back the drapes; a gold-tone task lamp with a green shade stands guard over the desk. Mahogany or Cordoban leather accessories are set neatly within easy reach on the desk top; on the right side sit a laptop and phone. Unless someone is actually working here, the desk is clear of paperwork; even the waste basket is empty.

[X-Men] Charles Xavier says, "Theresa, please report to my office."

[X-Men] Theresa says, "….. Aye, Professor."

Theresa comes in from East Wing - Xavier Mansion

Behind his desk, Charles Xavier is dressed in a business suit. Having taken the role of headmaster once again (within the last 2 weeks), he has various paperwork in front of him, a few pads, and seems very 'administrative'. The door is partially open allowing for those who have been summoned can easily enter and he awaits the particular Irish lass' arrival.

Terry knocks politely before entering, closing the door slowly behind her. When she turns to look toward the bald man in the wheelchair, her chin comes up. "Professor," she greets quietly.

One last thing is signed off before his blue eyes raise to meet hers. "Welcome back, Theresa. I trust your trip to Muir isle was a pleasent one?". A question asked that could seem leading, or maybe he's just being nice. Paperwork is put away into folders and placed aside.

"It was fine, sir." Theresa sees no need to elaborate on the fact that a large portion of the trip is something of a blur if not outright gone. "I, uhm… feel like I owe ye an apology, Professor." She smiles just a little. "I know ye already know how complicated family can be." It was, after all, his brother that she released.

In a tone of dismissal, "I understand that you're making reparations in the form of government service through X-Factor. I also understand the ties to family and how hard it is to say no when blood is involved. You need not make apologies to me. However…. I have a proposition for you that will require addressing an issue that you presently possess."

In a tone of dismissal, "I understand that you're making reparations in the form of government service through X-Factor. I also understand the ties to family and how hard it is to say no when blood is involved. You need not make apologies to me. However…. I have a proposition for you that will require addressing an issue that you presently possess."

Theresa's brows lift toward her hairline. "Aye, Professor, and what's that?" She's grateful, though, that he's understanding about the situation with Tom.

"You seem to have difficulty controling your alcohol consumption." the Professor states without reservation or skirting around the topic. "This conscerns me for two reasons. Number one, you're now a member of X-Factor and two, I would like you to teach here at the school. Both could be compromised if you showed up for work under the influence."

Her body goes taut with outrage. Theresa manages, barely, to bite her tongue on the instinctive angry retort. Her problems are known to this man. "I fell off th' wagon a bit, aye," she admits slowly. "But it i'nt goin' t' impact me job, Professor." She pauses. "If ye actually want me t' teach here, I will."

Looking into her, but not reading of her mind, the professor assesses that she's being as truthful as she is capable. A slight alteration of his jaw, he notes, "I do." assuring her of his designs for her to teach. "You have a lovely voice and excellent vocal control. Music is important in the cultural aspects of a well rounded education. When are you able to start?"

That brings a shift of her posture as well… from anger to something akin to optimism. "I…" The redhead struggles with the reality of her situation here. "If I'm goin' cold turkey, I need a week, Professor," she says quietly. "It's been… a while since I started drinkin' again." The confession is difficult, but she owns up to it. With anyone else, she might deny — but of all the people she's stood in front of, he's the one person she won't lie to. Not because he'd know. But because his opinion of her means that much. The man's done a great deal for her already.

"Then you will have a week. What do you need in the interum to help facilitate your detoxification?" he asks wondering if she requires any special treatment protocols.

Theresa looks down and shakes her head. "I'll speak wi' Henry, sir. I'm sure he'll want to… keep an eye on things." She's not sure how she'll respond to it; she's not a doctor, after all.

Xavier's face lightens and he seems pleased with her decision, "Excellent. Then next Wednesday we will talk again and decide where to go from there."

"Aye, Professor," Terry says, looking up at him. Her gaze is straightforward. "And thank ye… for the opportunity." Why they keep forgiving her screw-ups she really may never understand.

"You're welcome, Theresa."

Allowing her to leave, Xavier returns to his paperwork and the business at hand.

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