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Consisting of the various offices of the school's staff, the faculty area is on the ground floor and positioned at the far end of the classrooms. It is open to all students wishing to speak with a teacher during the day.

The heart and soul of the school, one will find the classrooms on the opposite wing from the commons. A long hallway peppered with simple teaching areas on each side, the classrooms are where you'll find most of the younger students during the course of the day, as they typically don't mingle with the older students in the study hall.

The commons are social central for the school. Consisting of a game area, a television, various couches and recliners, a kitchen, and a dining area, the commons attract students all day and on into the night. This is one of the most spacious areas in the school, and houses sporadic parties every few weeks.

The student dorms comprise most of the second story of the school, with a hallway for boys and for girls. Most of the dorms are uniform, housing two or three guys or girls comfortably. There are also plenty of bathrooms on those hallways, which has avoided many a conflict over the years.

At the very back of the school, the staff dorms don't impose on student life and are hidden away from the prying eyes of those too immature to provide the adults with their privacy. Each dorm has a little bit of each staff member's personality and provides each an opportunity to unwind from a long day of dealing with teenagers.

Home to the Blackbird, the hangar is an expansive area filled with various technologies and equipment used to maintain the specialized stealth jet. There's not much else here unless one wants to try to hear their voice echo.

If the Danger Room wasn't impressive enough, enter Cerebro, a telepath's greatest dream. Those with impressive mental powers can utilize this machine for any number of reasons, most notably the ability to locate and read the minds of mutants all over the world. At this time, Cerebro is mostly limited to the use of the Cuckoos, who have to be supervised.

The X-Men hold council in this room. It's really nothing more than a room capable of holding roughly twenty people featuring a long, expansive computerized table to discuss strategy and pull up information when needed.

Whether it's sending a quick text to your buddy or leaving a lengthy voice mail for your ex, cell phones are always the answer.

Giant classrooms set up to hold up to 50 students sitting in chairs.

This large area allows for optimal seating, and above average dining. If you're not in the mood for the lines there is a coffee house just off the side.

A 3.4 square kilometer section of greenery and wilderness carved straight into the centre of the bustling metropolis. Beware the squirrels, they are organized beyond your wildest dreams.

The New York night scene is replete with a variety of different clubs to suit all of your needs. On the strip you'll find bars, pubs, dance clubs, youth clubs, karaoke bars, and much much more.

Adults and graduates who don't want to kick around all day in the Xavier Institute dorms will need their own place and in New York City one can find a wide variety of different places from hobo-infested hovels to high end penthouses.

Thousands of places to shop and or eat are to be found throughout the city. You do yourself a disservice by not exploring them all!

The area's only mutant strip club. All mutant entertainers, and all mutant staff. Don't piss off the bouncer.

The X-Force Offices is the law in this town. Paid for out of pocket by Warren Worthington III himself it is fully staffed, and is charged with keeping the peace in District X. Here you will find officers of X-Force, and where they hold criminals. You don't wanna know how.

N'Awleans has recently turned into a city suited for mutants who don't want to be found or want to use their powers to make a little money. Or maybe they're just looking for a party.

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