ArchivedLogs:What's The Deal

What's The Deal
Dramatis Personae Hailey, Lyric
In Absentia	2014-03-20 '
Location <XS> Rec Room - FL2
School this may be, but life for Xavier's students certainly isn't all studying. Outside classes, this is a popular spot to find students in their downtime. An enormous tribute to slacking off, this room is a wealth of fun and relaxation. Comfortable armchairs, couches, and beanbags offer plentiful seating scattered throughout the room, and the cushioned windowseats by the high windows offer a cozy nook to curl up and look out on the grounds. The room is often filled with the noises of gaming -- whether it comes from the big-screen television (tall racks of DVDs beside it, if nothing can be found on the multitude of cable channels), tricked out with consoles from retro to the latest releases, or the less electronic clatter and thump of the pool table, air hockey, or foosball. For those a little more subdued in their gaming, the cabinets hold stacks and stacks of board and card games, ranging as classic as chess and go to as esoteric as Dixit, Catan, and Gloom. More days than not, there's some variety of snacks to be found on a table beside the gaming cabinet -- quite often in the form of fresh-baked desserts. The school is abuzz with energy, the bustle and noise of the start of the term and with the first day of classes finished falling on the first day of /spring/ there's a rather wired feel to the mansion that even the number of still-missing people in the wake of yesterday's explosion cannot quite bring down. The rec room is packed, a rousing (off-key) Rock Band quartet doing a rendition of "Dani California" off by the television while a girl with sharp shards of bones spiking out of her skin faces off in pool against a lean-tall boy with bright blue hair. Lyric is just trotting into the room, dressed brightly springlike in pale green kurta embroidered in pink flowers at its hem, her extravagantly poofy hair covered in wispy gauzy headscarf with mirrorwork at its edges, a long pink and grey skirt. No shoes at the moment, just grey socks, a laptop tucked under one arm and a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. She stops by the table at the side of the room -- there's snacks laid out on it, and she nabs a sticky-sweet triangle of baklava to pop into her mouth, licking honey off her fingertips as she crunches into it. Jean had showed Hailey about a little bit and explains a bit of the goings on of the school. She pauses a moment and looks away before turning to Hailey. "I apologize for this but The Professor needs me, please stay here while I help him out. I'll be back in a minute." She smiles kindly and ushers the girl into the Rec room. Hailey is very tense as she enters, seeing this many mutants in one place...all who seem to be able to read her mind made her quite uneasy. She bites her lip and slowly steps away into the room, side stepping to the wall as her eyes look around slowly, her gaze fixed hard as she breathes slowly. Lyric glances upward as the door opens, dark eyes flicking towards the newcomer with a bit of curiosity. There's a warm smile on her face, friendly but a little bit puzzled at the unfamiliar face. She lifts her honey-sticky fingers, curling them in a wave towards Hailey. Instead of greeting, she picks up the plate of baklava, holding it out to the other girl in offering. Hailey looks at the other girl with a blink her eyes darting over her quickly to spot just what her deal was. She doesn't move from her wall, her eyes unblinking as they take in the room. She takes a slow breath and grips the wall with her fingertips, as if feeling it for security before tugging her hoody around her more securely. To outward appearances there is no Deal to be spotted. Warm friendly smile, extravagant poofy curls, elegantly embroidered middle-eastern style of dress. Lyric offers the plate of sweets out again, eyebrows lifting questioningly; her fingertips lift toward her lips, touching to her mouth to indicate eating, head tipping towards the plate of food in indication. Hailey looks at her with a little grumble. "I know how to eat I'm not stupid!" she remarks before twitching a little. "I'm fine here though. I don't want something weird to happen. This place...." She just shrugs before looking at the girl, as if trying to find something off about her. Lyric /frowns/ at Hailey's answer, setting the plate down, and then her laptop. She pulls a notebook out of her messenger bag, friendly smile faded into a look of irritation. Slipping a pen out of her bag too, she opens up the notebook to write a note on the page: 'What on earth is YOUR problem??' She holds the page up towards Hailey, taking a step back away from the other girl, eyes locked on Hailey's face warily. Hailey blinks a bit and does move her face to a look of slight cocky embarassment. "Tch' sorry, I didn't know you couldn't talk." She looks around as her hands are clenched tight with a little huff. "This place is...weird...mutants just...out and doing junk." she twitches. "It makes me feel weird....." She looks around. "I was just spying... then people read my mind and and... it's just..." She gives an odd teenage grumble arm throw. Lyric taps a finger against her ear, then her lips, then turns her notebook around to write again. When she turns her notebook around once more it has three separate notes. First, short and to the point: 'I'm Deaf.' And second, much longer: 'YOU came to spy on us and then got mad about people spying on you?' The third one below it says: 'The baklava is really tasty.' Hailey blinks "How do you know what I'm saying then?" She asks with a little flicker of her eyes before shrugging. "I wanted to see if what I was told was real. I didn't come in here and start going through wallets!" She huffs a bit before shrugging. "I'm not very hungry....This place makes me uneasy and I'm still not sure about all this. They want me to go to school here but if I do I'm admitting to....ya know..." Lyric blinks /back/ at this question, and then stares at Hailey with a mild note of incredulity. She sets her notebook down on the table, leaning down to write swiftly. 'I have EYES.' Her brows lift at the rest of the statement. 'Admitting to who, yourself? Publicly this is nothing but a college prep school.' Hailey Nods a little "Yeah it's not like I'm obvious...I mean.. people think I dye my hair and my skins kinda light but I'm not like the dudes that attacked the city. I hide it..I don't use it too much except when I feel like it so it's like I'm normal." She rolls her shoulders a bit. "To admit to being...ya know...Would mean that I am one and that I have to be one.." She bites her lip a bit. "It's weird admitting you're a fre....err..mutant.." Lyric's eyes fix steadily on Hailey through all this, and she shrugs her shoulders uncertainly. 'I guess,' she writes down. 'But people like it here. And they help a lot with learning to control your powers. And nobody outside the school even knows. So it's not like you have to admit it to anyone ELSE. It seems like a good deal. Especially if you want to get BETTER at whatever it is you do.' Hailey whines a bit. "I'm not sure I want to... I mean... It's not like I can cure cancer, or like... help build stuff..." She shrugs her hoody a bit to sit baggy on her frame, her eyes looking down at her feet. "I learned about what I am when I was younger... and it's scary as shit when the bad stuff happens. I can get hurt by weird stuff and do freaky things... So telling myself I'm not human is something freaky in itself...since ya know.. I hide it." 'If what you do is SCARY that's even more reason to be here. Because if what you do is dangerous it's more important to learn to control it, right?' Lyric shrugs, glancing over at the plate of baklava again. Then at her computer. 'Up to you in the end though right? But I gotta go can you believe it's the first day of class and I have math homework already.' She snaps her notebook shut, tucking it and the pen back into her bag and picking her computer back up. She plucks up a second piece of baklava, popping into her mouth with another wide smile to Hailey. She gestures to the plate, clearly still inviting the girl to try a piece, though for her /own/ part she is trotting further into the room to settle onto a beanbag, getting comfortable so she can start in on homework, the noise of the room at least not bothering /her/.