Beside the Golden Door [open]

[Nightcrawler]

There were times that Kurt Wagner just needed to get out of the Mansion. He loved the people there that had become his family and he most certainly loved the simple fact that he had managed to be accepted for who he was looks and all. But it was still walls. Sometimes it was just a different kind of cage for Kurt. He was safe so long as he stayed at the Institute. It grew tiring to think that people didn't accept who and what he was and it had taken him almost a lifetime to real find himself comfortable in his own fur. So comfortable that Kurt actually would venture into one of the biggest cities in the country without so much as a second thought or image inducer.

So, Kurt got off the boat that was from the main part of the city and stepped onto Liberty Island with just a hood from his sweatshirt obscuring his face and a long jacket to at least mask the fact he had a tail and an odd build. His hands stayed in his pockets and he stood up far straighter, and most significantly more proud, than he had his first trip to this iconic statue five years before. With the war going on, it seemed that places like this should be a no-man's land for human and mutant alike but he wasn't so sure. Regardless, Kurt Wagner, German Immigrant, now US citizen thanks to the Professor's help, was going to see the statue of Liberty and retouch with what it meant to be free.

He moved with the masses, not necessarily caring how close the people were but rather found his sulfuric gaze looking at the younger masses of visitors. They looked bored; absolutely the opposite of what Kurt thought this place should represent. He saw the children clinging as practical dead weight on the arms of their parents while the early teens looked downright apathetic to the fact that they were stepping up to the very symbol of the country. He expelled an apologetic sigh to Lady Liberty; almost waiting for her to say 'It's alright, Kurt. I get that a lot.'

[Pestilence]

Although Megan had lived in New York for- how many years now? It seemed like forever- she had yet to see the Statue of Liberty up close. True, she had seen it before, but always from the point of view of a general tourist. Add to that the fact that she was bored and it was a nice day outside with perfect flying weather... well, it only made sense that Megan left the institute for a flight.

She skimmed along the water approaching the island- she would have dipped her hand in the water and zig-zagged back and forth to look cool... but of course, this was New York, after all, and she'd probably get some kinda disease from the water.

Megan flew up into the air, circling around the Statue of Liberty once before flying up higher into the air. She circled around her arm once, then landed neatly on the torch. With a grin, she sat down behind the rail, dangling her feet over the side and swinging them back and forth. This view was amazing- and it served as a reminder of what she needed to protect as a member of the X-Men.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt smiled a bit to himself as he looked up at the statue. His smile stayed plastered on his features as he looked upwards. Up the length of Lady Liberty with just a pure sense of awe that he had no idea he had other than when he had taken refuge in the Monastery in Germany. It had been that long since Kurt Wagner looked at anything with a sense of wonder.

His gaze shifted to the people and an incredibly stupid idea. With a smirk beneath the cloak of his hood and a explosive cloud of sulfur that left the noise of BAMF! in its wake.

His feet touched onto the railing around the torch. He flailed for a moment in attempt to regain his balance until his tail coiled around the metallic ring. His hood hung back to reveal his face and he felt the sun hit the fur on his face. He looked over and realized he wasn’t alone and jumped just briefly before clinging to his perch again. “Sorry,” he apologized before realizing that it was Megan, another member of the Xmen. “I did not know anyone vas up here.”

[Pestilence]

Startled, Megan was already scrambling up from where she had been sitting (so it would be easier for her to either fight or fly or teleport away) when she had realized what exactly the noise was that had distracted her.

Kurt's BAMF's were rather distinctive, after all.

She grinned, then pushed herself up the rest of the way off the floor of the balcony surrounding the torch. But then he lost his balance and she gasped slightly, reaching her hand out because he couldn’t fall, he just couldn’t- And he caught himself, luckily. She dropped her hand hurriedly to her side

“Hey, Kurt.” She answered with a grin, leaning against the railing next to him. “It’s fine… it was kinda lonely up here by myself, anyway.” As pretty as a view like this was, it was always nice to have someone to share it with.