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The Atom Family is expanding! Welcome to the brand new Atom Academy, a think tank and place of generally awesome super science and exploration into the unknown for anyone interested! Spurred by a brief discussion of the Atom Family last week and how one would go about creating someone for the family, the best options given current ages were either alternate universe Atoms, future Atoms or something inspired by Marvel Comics' Future Foundation. So, enter, the Atom Academy! Pretty much nothing is set in stone yet (not even the name, though I really like the alliteration), so anyone that's interested, let's have some brainstorming. Throw your ideas in, and we'll figure things out! Some of my thoughts, to get things started: - The Atom Academy is not supposed to be an alternative to Claremont. You can attend Claremont and still be a member of the Atom Academy, and the Atom Academy is not just for teens, but for heroes of all ages. - The Atom Academy should have a super science base somewhere in Freedom City, with access to wonders created by the Atom Family and members of the Academy. I'm thinking something in a mix of the Baxter Building and the post-Schism Jean Grey School of Higher Learning. - While nominally a think tank, the Atom Academy is not just for super geniuses. The main purpose of the Atom Academy is strange science adventures and exploration into the unknown! - Family matters. If the Atom Family was a family by blood, the Atom Academy is destined to become a family by choice.

Port Regal, Freedom City, New Jersey Cline Home Tuesday, February 4th, 2014 William walked into his family's home with less than his usual vigor and energy. He was oddly subdued and, unusually, glad his father wasn't home. His mother could feel the relief. She'd felt Will's subtle probe and inquiry earlier, when he'd been "told" that his father and younger sister were out and about in the city, likely getting into some sort of trouble. William wasn't carrying an overnight bag or anything (not that he needed one; he had enough supplies at home to split his time if he liked), and didn't even have a backpack full of homework. He just had a couple slightly wrinkled sheets of paper clenched in one hand. He moved into the kitchen, looking for Paige. "Hey, uh, Mom? Where are you at?"