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Up on the Rooftop
Dramatis Personae Liv and Sergio
In Absentia	YYYY-MM-DD "If it helps, I suspect your hair is actually yours and not a bad toupe."
Location <XS> Roof
It's some time after dinner but well before curfew when a pile of floating clothes can be found up on the roof of the school. It's not just any clothes. These worn jeans, wave pattern t-shirt, and hoodie happen to be Jack. He's sitting up on the roof, hoodie zipped up and hood on his head. He's got his phone in hand but he's looking out at the grounds rather than the screen right now. Not quite as invisible, Liv makes her way onto the roof. Leggings, boots, and a baggy sweatshirt, looks almost determined as she makes her way towards the edge near the treehouse. A few steps away, she pauses, eyes narrowed as she focuses in on it, mumbling incoherantly under her breath. A few moments pass before she catches the sight of floating clothing and she does a double-take, realizing she is not alone on the roof. "Oh...hello Jack!" she says, smiling cheerfully before turning back to stare at the treehouse. "What's up?" Jack glances over as he notices Liv joining him on the roof. He watches her quietly, empty hood focusing on her as she gets near the edge. He's hoping she doesn't try to jump. "Hey, Liv," he greets. "Just...thinking. Are you going to try to jump?" he asks, invisible brow furrowing as he starts to stand up. Just in case. "The opposite. I want to build a bridge," Liv says, grinning as she kneels down, getting a better look at the branches across from her. "I've heard that people like to jump it and I thought that was the stupidest idea. But I thought /maybe/ I could build a bridge using the tree which would be just as fun and slightly less suicidal." She looks back over to Jack with a grin. "What about you? What are you thinking about?" "A bridge?" Jack's hood tilts to the side. "Wouldn't that damage the building? Or risk it? I mean the teachers much not want a tree attached directly to the school..." he trails off. "I haven't seen anyone try to jump yet but I've heard it happens," he adds with a little laugh. When asked what he's thinking about, Jack lets out a breath and looks down at his phone. "Whether or not asking a guy out via text is good or tacky..." "Maybe. But I mean...plants climb buildings all the time. And it doesn't need to be /attached/. Maybe just resting on the roof? Or even a foot or so away? I'm pretty sure most people could safely jump a foot, or a couple inches." Liv suddenly stops rattling off and looks to Jack as what he's been thinking about actually makes it to her brain. "Hmm, well...I can't really help you there. I don't think it's tacky. At least, not as tacky as breaking up with someone via text. Who's the guy?" "I think people will still jump," Jack replies with an unseen smile. "Making things safer is a good goal though," he adds. "Never had to do the breakup thing...but its a guy I know that lives out in the city. His name's Ash." "Hmm, well, people tend to be flattered either way when asked out, no matter the format. Or creeped out," Liv adds, apparently unaware of the potential problems or worries that added on sentence could cause. "Professor X could telepathically suckerpunch everyone who tried to jump and people would still jump. But I think a bridge might help. Especially if it still looked creaky and scary." Jack just stares at Liv for a moment. "Yeah...creeped out by the invisible guy..." he trails off quietly, glancing down at his phone. He shakes it off and gives a little laugh. "I think the Professor is too busy to suckerpunch everyone that needs it," he chuckles. "Maybe you could try to shape the branches so they're easier to grab or get caught by when people jump?" "Well, you've never come off as creepy to me. In fact, it's kinda fun you being invisible. You can be whoever I want you to be in my head," Liv says, beginning to wave her hand. A branch slowly, painfully slow, begins twisting and growing beneath her guidance. "Maybe a tight rope of sorts? Still dangerous but at least there's something between them and the ground." Jack gives a little snort. "And who do you imagine me as?" he asks, arching a brow. The invisible teen watches the branch and hums. "Could you do...like one and then another a bit on top of it? Like a railing sort of thing?" "David Tennant," Liv responds, rather quickly. The branch is still slowly moving, having only grown a couple inches since she began. "Possibly. It would be considerably less work. Might get it down in a...week maybe? If I got up here often enough." It takes Jack a few moments to remember who that is. "The British guy from the show with the phone booth?" he asks when he finally does remember. "Have you been up here doing this before now?" he asks, glancing from the twisting branch to the florakinetic mutant. "Skinny scottish guy, yep," Liv says, grinning as she lowers her hand, letting the branch she was working on stick out from the rest of the tree at a weird angle. Maybe people will notice, maybe they won't. "No, I haven't played around up here yet. But trees are a pain to work with. Something about them being stronger and more resistant to change. Also, growing plants tends to be difficult. I think it has to do with creating something that wasn't there before versus just changing something already existing. So...this is a challenge." Jack laughs. "You think I'm a celebrity, Sergio says I'm a super model...I get the feeling you'd be disappointed if you actually saw what I look like," he remarks. "Trees do seem like they'd be stubborn," he comments. "Growth is supposed to take more energy than anything else. I mean that's what science over the summer said...living beings expend more energy growing than they do for almost anything else." "Well, really it's a tie between him and Donald Trump," Liv says, grinning as she teases. "Oh, I'm sure you're handsome. Or at least moderately good looking." She nods along as Jack rattles on his own scientific theories. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Most of my practice stems from blades of grass so I don't know specifics yet." "Oh man...c'mon, that's just mean," Jack replies. "I mean I don't think I look amazing but I don't look -that- bad," he says, shaking his head. "Sergio's actually seen once," he replies. He waves it off though. "Maybe you should practice on a smaller plant first then. Like something in a pot?" "If it helps, I suspect your hair is actually yours and not a bad toupee," Liv say, leaning back to admire her work. All two or three inches. "He has? Well, he's still your roommate so I suppose you couldn't have been too hideous, Quasimodo," she responds, tilting her head as she continues to examine her plant. "I've practiced around plenty with potted plants. Go big or go home, right?" "Yes, my hair is still mine. Just cut it this morning," Jack chuckles. "Yeah...he used his powers to see through my eyes and I can see me so," he shrugs. He leans a little closer to the branches to examine them as well. "But you're home right now," he says, joking a bit. "Oh yeah, I was meaning to say something. It looks nice," Liv says in response to the haircut with complete seriousness. Let's see how long it takes for him to catch. "Well...that's cool then. Have you tried other ways of making yourself visible? I mean...would body paint work? Or those morph suits? Throwing flour at your face?" Jack just laughs. "Why thank you. It can't compare to your look though," he replies. He goes quiet for a few moments as the subject shifts, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Yeah...I've tried...pretty much everything, Liv. Make up, paint, masks, bandages, dirt...I was going to ask B and Rasa to show me how to do some more make up stuff but the more I thought about it..." he shrugs. "It just didn't feel like me. And even with it, I'm not any more visible than putting a hood on like this." "Oh. I just thought, maybe it would make you visible enough to get a...a vague idea at least. I dunno, all joking aside, I have always wondered what you really looked like," Liv sighs softly and quickly rises. "I should be heading to bed. Classes and all that. Take care." Jack nods. "Maybe next time Professor Holland does his thing you'll be able to see," he shrugs. "Sleep well, Liv. And be safe getting down."