The Bad Cop Speaks

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I assume I'd be a bad cop, anyway. They wouldn't let me be one.

Jake's done his pitch for the start of term, so I suppose I'd better do the same, or I'll look bad. Worse, anyway.

We didn't have guidance counsellors at my school, that I noticed. So you'll all have to bear with me if I have no fucking clue what I'm actually supposed to do. Broadly, I suppose, the job is preparing you for real life, and ensuring that you turn out to be useful and productive members of society, at least in the non-academic parts of your life. So we're probably screwed from the get-go, since I have not had a real life in quite some time, and know nothing about being useful or productive.

Jake, I suspect, will be terribly organised about this. He'll have office hours, and appointments, and schedules, and things like that. I, however, will not, because I frankly can't be arsed with it. Feel free to come and find me at any time. If I'm not in the Black Pit of Despair, as I have taken to calling my "office", then the odds are good that I will either be outside having a fag, or in me rooms.

But more importantly for your day to day lives, I may simply drop in on you when you're least expecting it, (because I am mercurial like that), and offer my guidance in your troubled lives, for which I shall expect you to say "Thank you, Mister Wisdom." and then swear about me behind my back. I will teach you the words if necessary.

If you feel that, spoiled for choice as you are, it's immensely difficult to decide which of us you'd rather talk to about a problem, it may help you to bear in mind that I was chucked out of school at 16 with O-levels in metalwork and geography, blundered around for a few years being a very naughty boy, and then got tapped into intelligence work, and as a consequence, know next to fuck all about higher education, planning your career, and the rest of that nonsense, while Jake went to Swiss finishing schools, or something, and holds multiple degrees, and as a consequence knows next to fuck all about anything interesting that he's allowed to tell you about without first presenting you with a price list.

It may, therefore, strike some of you as high comedy to come to me looking for educational advice, and Jake for the other stuff. While I fully endorse giving my colleague a hard time, I should point out that you will, in all seriousness, find me much less useful than him in regard to academic planning, and will only damage your own chances at that sort of thing by coming to me, and I strongly urge you to go to him with anything of that nature.

If, however, you doubt my ability to deal with your strange teenage problems, you should bear in mind that in so far as I was raised by anyone, it was my big sister, and you should ask Amanda how well that's likely to have prepared me for any sort of weirdness you care to throw at me. I can be damn certain that nothing, absolutely nothing in your lives could be any stranger/more traumatic than the time she brought home a female-male transexual who was halfway through the hormorone treatment and was also possessed by an former high priest of Atlantis as a girl/boyfriend.

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Most of you know this by now, but I figure with the influx of newcomers it might not be a bad idea to state this again.

Miles power is to negate mutant powers, within a certain range. It is currently always on and can't be controlled. Those of you who have active abilities that can't handle being "shut off" without warning, or that might leave you in a dangerous situation if shut off unexpectedly should be careful of this when in his vicinity and in general. Miles knows well enough to check the hallways and stairs before running off blindly – in fact, he's been insistent on knowing who he should ask before approaching, a habit you've all likely notice he still sticks to even now. That's because he was being used to negate other children's powers when he was being held by the freak show owners in Mexico. So now that he has a choice on the matter, he likes to exercise it, and then some. But he can't make certain 100% - he might be looking out a window and a flyer goes by, or leaning on a wall when someone is doing something on the other side.

That was the general part of this post.

Here's the more specific one.

I'd like to ask you all to keep the nature of Miles' power to yourselves. When interacting with friends or people who don't reside at the mansion, be it in person, phone or by email, please don't bring up the subject of his power – even if its' someone you know and trust. If you're talking with someone from the outside and somehow the conversation ends up turning to that subject (as natural as the conversation seemed), change the topic – and also let one of the staff know ASAP.

Thanks,
Alison