Psylocke ripped open the envelope as soon as she realised who it was from. She read it slowly, and then read it a second time before putting it down.
So. There was to be two months of classes, one day a week. She had a choice of times, and to some degree of locations in her area. Her portfolio had obviously interested them, and Psylocke wondered if her powers had interested them at all. They must have to some degree, as the original application was very interested in powers. Still, she knew her powers of telepathy and telekinesis was rather common.
Psylocke summised that the classes were there, not so much as an actual acting class as more an additional audition step - obviously as no scripts had been written, they needed some way of gauging their potential employees skills. After all, most places got the scripts done before they got the actors! In a project where one was trying to work around the unique abilities of the actors, one did have to know who the actors were first.
Psylocke compared the available classes with her own schedule. Not that there was currently much in it. Going on her usual quiet days (just in case something came up in the meantime), Psylocke picked a class, and rang up to sign herself into it. As the letter only arrived today, there should still be free spots available.
There were. Psylocke put down the phone satisfacturally and marked the dates in her appointment book. Then she remembered the rest of the mail.