Palace Situation Room
11:48 am

The entire Senior Staff had gathered along with Lord Magnus and his wife in the Situation Room. They sat around a large round table with the Royal Genoshan Seal in the center.

“So what’s going on with the Press, Drake?” asked Lord Magnus, addressing the Press Secretary.

“So far all they have is questions,” Drake answered. Then the large double doors open to reveal Princess Lorna and Prince Pietro. “Lorna,” said Drake, “you didn’t talk to any press did you?”

“Oh nothing big,” answered the Princess. “I just told the New Seattle Chronicle that, yes it was definitely a mutant who  caused the earthquake in Haiti, and that more people that hate us the less often this will happen.”

“Good good. Hey, do you wanna go out tonight?”

“Yes,” said Lorna. “Should we ask my fiancee along?”

“Good good.”

“If you two are finished,” said Queen Magda, “we’d like to discuss the trip.”

“What trip?” asked Lorna.

“Yours.”

“To New York?” asked Pietro.

“Actually, you’ll have to find another time to see Disagreeable, or whatever that musical is called.”

Wicked,” interjected Lorna.

“Sure. Anyway, you’ll now be going to Port-Au-Prince to aid in the relief efforts.”

“What?” demanded the Prince. “We’ve been planning this for months.”

“Weeks,” the Queen corrected, “And I’m sorry that I wasn’t considerate enough to plan natural disasters around your schedule. You’re going to Haiti. You can even bring the Summers if you want.”

“Sure, because why wouldn’t our friends want to come with us to a third-world country for no earthly reason?” asked Lorna.

“Would you please say ‘under-developed’ in the inevitable interviews?” implored Drake. “And don’t refer to the citizens as African-American. Just calling them Haitians will be fine.”

“Okay, I want to know what happened that made it necessary for you to have to tell us that,” said Pietro.

“You’re going,” the Queen stated.

The Palace Press Room

12:05 pm

Drake walked into the room taking deep breaths. This was the biggest thing to happen in Genosha since he had taken the position of Press Secretary. The room was large, and mostly flooded with the Palace Press Corps. The podium was on a small stage at the front end of the room. Lights flashed frequently from the cameras, but Drake was used to that part at least. It was the giving huge news about a disaster his boss was being blamed for that was daunting. It was all he could do not to vomit.

He stepped up to the podium, and in a clear, loud voice said, “Good morning everybody.”

The was a general muttering of “Good morning, Drake,” from the reporters seated.

“Sometime last night, our time, Port-Au-Prince Haiti was struck with a devastating earthquake, the full repercussions of which are not yet clear.”

Several reporters shouted Drake’s name and raised their hands.

“Georgia,” he said, calling on a woman in the third row.

“How is Lord Magnus responding to allegations that this catastrophe was mutant-related?”

“We find it ridiculous, and quite frankly disrespectful to the possibly thousands of people who lost their lives today. Next? Mindee.”

“One of my sources tells me that Adrienne Frost, daughter of suspected terrorist Winston Frost, and sister of current palace guest Emma Frost, was in Port-Au-Prince when the quake occurred.”

“What?” asked Drake.

“Emma’s sister? Is she in Haiti?”

Drake took a deep breath. This was a question he was unprepared for, but he covered well. “That will have to be covered later today, as I’m afraid we’re almost out of time for right now, and I have an announcement to make. This week, Prince Pietro, Princess Lorna, and Princess Wanda had a trip to New York City planned, along with their good friends Scott, Alex, and Gabriel Summers. In the wake of this tragedy, they have found it prudent to cancel their plans and will be heading to Port-Au-Prince to aid in the relief efforts.”

“Isn’t that a little dangerous, especially seeing as how you’ve just announced it to the world?” asked the Raven-haired reporter named Mindee.

“By herself, Princess Lorna can establish electro-magnetic force-fields that cannot be penetrated by a tank, and it’s not as if they won’t have extensive security there with them.”

“Point taken.”

“No more questions?” asked Drake, ignoring the remaining raised hands. “Alright then. Thank you all.”

Stepping down form the podium, Drake walked over to Mindee Schott. “Mindee? Would you follow me back for a follow-up?”

Mindee stood up, and followed him through the glass doors behind the podium. The two walked through the crowded hallways full of people doing various often un-thought of jobs for Lord Magnus.

“Mindee.”

“Drake.”

“Who gave you the tip?” he asked directly.

“You know I can’t tell you that,” she responded.  “Actually, laws like that are only assumed in Genosha right now, until Lord Magnus passes the new legislation on-”

“Drake. Is this all you called me back here for?”

“What do you think?”

I’ll see you later, Drake.”

Walking away from Mindee, Drake shouted, “Would someone please get me Emma Frost? Or just kill her; at this point I don’t really have a preference.

“I’m right here,” said Emma.

Drake spun around to see the knock-blond bombshell standing at the end of the hall.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you about Adrienne. We haven’t talked in years and I didn’t know she was in Port-Au-Prince until Cordelia told me this morning, and I-”

“You’re speaking to Cordelia?”

“My sister’s being kept in the palace dungeon, you think I’m just going to ignore her?”

“I’d prefer it, yes.”
As Emma walked away, Drake resisted the urge to stare at the way her rear-end looked in the short white dress she was wearing, turning his attention instead to the woman now standing in front of him.

“Hello Drake,” said Wanda.

“Wanda. Good to see you, I-”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap.”

“Well that’s certainly direct.”

“This is not talking time for you, Robert.”

“Woah, easy with the Robert stuff.”

“I know it was your idea for our trip to be cancelled.”

“Of the three of you, I’d of thought you’d be the most open to the idea Wanda. And I have a meeting in like six minutes, so let’s walk and talk please.” As the two began walking down the hallway towards the Chief of Staff’s office, Drake continued. “Anyway, if you must know it wasn’t me.”

“I am the most open to the idea, you idiot,” said Wanda. “I just don’t know why you had to go behind our backs. It’s not like any of us are opposed to public service.”

“Have you met your brother?”

“And if it wasn’t you that came up with the idea, than who the hell was it?”

“I’ve been told to direct you to Kitty for that answer.”

Wanda stopped. “It was mother, wasn’t it?”

“Well, it was a joint decision between several parties.”

“I’ll see you later,” she said, turning to walk the other way towards her mother’s office.

“You’re not going to tell her it was me are you? Never mind. But hey Wanda!” he called.

“What?”

“Did you talk to any press?”

“I gave a full interview to the ‘Stop Hitting on My Sister Gazette’!” she called back, finishing just as she rounded the corner.

“Awesome,” Drake said to no one but himself.