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This week, class had been advised to bring anything they wanted to create with - guitars, chalk, pencil - with them to Portalocity. Hannibal himself had brought a portable - somewhat, anyway; it ran on batteries and had a case - theremin with him. He was wearing (designer, expensive, plaid) jeans and a light sweater along with (expensive, designer, not-plaid) hiking boots.

"Welcome, everybody. This week will be slightly different - we'll be spending the entire class time at our destination, and indulging our creativity there."

//We'll be hitting up an old power station in Perth,// Jono intoned, a backpack over one shoulder and a mischievous glint in his eye. //It's been sitting abandoned for quite some time now, but it's quite the destination for people looking to explore old abandoned tunnels, get into things they generally shouldn't be getting into, and to paint on the walls.//

The bag, of course, was full of spray paint. Because Jono was an excellent role model.

"There are also bound to be some very interesting acoustics, for those of you who may be musically inclined," Hannibal added. "And if you'd like to explore, the tunnels apparently lead down to the sea. Please be careful, but enjoy yourself." He brought out another bag, this one with several hard hats in it. "We are required to wear these while within the structure. Everybody please take one." Not that they could force the students to wear them when they weren't in sight, but that wasn't his concern.

//Paint, explore, sing at the top of your lungs, whatever you see fit. Don't get yourselves hurt - bring a light with you into the tunnels if you do end up going that way - and we'd rather not have to go hunting for you at the end of the class period, but besides that, go nuts.//

And with that, they ushered the students through the portal, Jono opening up the bag of spray paint and flashlights for students to help themselves to once they were on the other side.

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Hannibal shook his head. "The skills may become rusty, but the inspiration doesn't. If it isn't so pretty as you would like, the feeling behind it remains."

//Well. Then this is going to be an interesting piece either way, I suppose.//

Jono gave the walls a thoughtful look, trying to pick out a good spot to paint over.

//There're a lot of mixed feelings behind this one.//

"Tell me about them," Hannibal suggested. Telepathically, if you're worried about the students hearing, he thought Jono's way.

Jono paused at that, and then nodded, and in an aside for only Hannibal to hear, he said, //The New Warriors... I don't think you really got to see me while I was in my New Warriors phase. Or the mess I was before it. But they gave me back my dignity at a time when I didn't have much of me left. Helped me to figure out a bit of who it was I needed to be at the time.//

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They gave you a family, Hannibal thought back. When the team you had abandoned you, they welcomed you in.

//That,// Jono agreed, //and more. Got my collar through them. I was stripped of my free will and then I was stripped of my powers and then I was violated again, grabbed right out of my hospital bed, and my head wasn't on right and I was ready to give up. And they... they gave me a reason not to. A group of people who could at least guess at where I was coming from. Some of them were people I already knew and trusted. Some had been students during my first stint teaching in New York. We were all looking for the same thing.//

A purpose, Hannibal said. A reason to exist and a way to live.

Jono just nodded at that, suddenly very interested in a patch of wall that had all manner of obscenities scrawled across it.

//We'd all lost that, somehow. We'd all lost a part of ourselves, our identities, and we needed some sort of justification for existing. Some reminder that we could still make something of ourselves, do some good in the world.//

And you found it, for a time. Why did you leave them? Hannibal asked. Glacia?

//We disbanded,// Jono replied, after another pause. //Found out that the premise that the team had been built upon was a lie, was a cover for something else, right about the same time we lost Mira and Vin. By the time we got back from that mission - and we very nearly didn't - those of us who were still standing were... done. We were quite done.//

Hannibal nodded. Yet it still gave you all something you needed, when you needed it. Whatever it was built upon, what you experienced was real.

//It was,// Jono agreed. //It was something we all desperately needed, and when we ultimately did disband... we were something more than we had been. Maybe we were that little bit more whole.//

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