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Shell University
Dramatis Personae Dynamite, Lyric
In Absentia	2013-12-31 '
Location <XS> Conservatory
Tall panes of glass keep this large indoor garden warm year round. Tended to by the school's groundskeeper, the conservatory is lush with plant life, a carefully cultivated paradise within Xavier's walls. The room serves as a classroom as well; in the center of the garden a ring of seats forms a small circle, a favorite locale for some teachers to hold court. It's a tea party. She's sixteen, and she's having... a tea party. With her dolls. A half dozen or so pale asian ball-joint dolls. Settled there, all around a little table, with a fake tea set. There are so many pink dresses. SO MANY. Sitting there among her dolls, she is actually easy to mistake for one at her size, but for the fact that she's carrying on a seemingly unending tide of chatter with them (no, she doesn't expect them to talk back). "So Miss Perkins, how doth you think the tee faireth this eve? Doctor Turtle (there is also a stuffed turtle with a monocole and tophat), don't you think Miss Perkins looks lovely!" She suddenly dives across the table, though, making things even more weird, and lands atop 'Miss Perkins',"Doctor Turtle, get an ambulance, I'll do CPR!" Lyric, at least, doesn't look particularly doll-like to match this scene. She /is/ clad in pink, partially, a long-sleeved pink sweater together with an ankle-length grey skirt, barefoot, a pale gauzy scarf wrapped over and around her poofy curls. She has a notebook tucked beneath one arm, a small drum tucked beneath the other, but as she isn't currently beating it she doesn't make a whole /lot/ of noise as she slips through the conservatory. She stops as the frilly pink sight of the tea party, eying it with startled curiosity. She sets her drum down to crouch beside it and peer at the tea party with a little wide-eyed interest; she doesn't actually seem to /notice/ Dynamite talking until the girl dives across the table. She falls back onto her rear with a startled squeak, palms hitting the floor but her sudden bright grin implying no actual hurt from this very short toppling. Her mouth opens in still more surprise as she looks at Dynamite, one hand clapping to her face before, cheerfully, she waves. She begins performing CPR on the doll, like a little pro, even giving it mouth to mouth. Then she picks up Dr. Turtle, ready to throw it at Miss Perkins... Whenever lyric does a buttplant. Dyna peers over at Lyrics at this point, and suddenly blushes, having the good graces to look embarrassed. She lowers the turtle, waves at Lyrics, and approaches. After a moment to say a shy 'hi', she holds out 'Dr. Turtle' to Lyric, as if to offer her a chance to hold thing... or participate? Lyric eyes the turtle in mild confusion, at first, but she's still smiling when she takes it. And immediately sets it aside to sign rather than speak, 'Thank you', first, and then, 'New? Your name?' She keeps her signs slow and rather basic; with the school's policy of mandatory ASL classes recently she's at least had /more/ luck than before talking to her classmates though -- with winter break in session there sadly haven't been any of those classes the last few days. Still, she can hope. She picks the turtle back up, but then eyes the tea table and the fallen doll both like she is not /quite/ sure /where/ she should direct Dr. Turtle's energies. Dynamite has small hands and features, so it might be hard to catch her expressions and signs at first... The good news being they at least all fit in the same field of vision. Even better news. ASL was also a mandatory part of the many remedial education classes she was a part of in her young life. She even signs 'N-P'. She actually fingerspells out,'D-Y-N-A', then follows with,'Call Dynamite' with eyebrows quirked questioningly on dynamite (she's not entirely clear if she's got it right), then follows with a sign name. THEN she gets to asking questions,'Deaf? Mute? Your name?' As for the dolls and stuffed animal, she points at Miss Perkins and merely fingerspells,'C-P-R'. 'Dynamite?' Lyric's expression lights at this name. 'Your name's Dynamite? AWESOME.' She signs 'Dynamite' very /explosively/ before continuing on. 'My name L-Y-R-I-C.' She follows the fingerspelling with her own namesign, a sort of modified combination of RHYTHM+DRUMMING. 'Deaf. You new? Where are you from?' Her nose crinkles up in a grin as she moves the turtle over towards Miss Perkins. 'Where do turtles go to medical school?' 'Dynamite!' She looks impressed. When the woman fingerspells her name, she gives a thumbs-up, and then pantomimes playing a guitar, like someone really 'rocking out'. Then she nods Lyric, signing,'Toronto'. She grins,'S-H-E-L-L University.' She starts chuckling as if she'd made a great joke about that. Lyric leans forward slightly as Dynamite signs, squinting a little bit to see the tiny motions. She does giggle at the answer to the question, hand absently rubbing against the stuffed turtle's shell. 'Met a man once. Could have gone there. Nice man, BIG turtle shell. Cool huh? But he didn't know ninjitsu.' She feigns excessive disappointment at this. 'You just start? You'll like it here I think. Nice people. Good food.' Apparently this last point is /important/, as is: 'Hardly any zombies.' Perhaps once upon a time this would have been a joke though these days it's likely in earnest. Dynamite decides to move closer to Lyric... After picking up her table and dragging it closer (it should weigh about four times what she does but it seems pretty effortless). 'Well, of course it's cool! He have thick skin? Was he slow? Need to be fast to be a ninja.' She seems very certain of this, if the way she strokes her chin with her thumb is any indication. Still, she gives a thumbs up,'Ate a cookie for dinner the other day.' One cookie. Not surprising at her size. She hops up on the table, so she's a little closer and more visible. 'I don't worry about zombies. I make a poor meal. Too tough, not even a good mouthful. Not even brains.' She giggles visibly like this is THE funniest thing. Lyric considers this question with a furrow of her brow and a shake of her head. 'He was regular speed I think.' And then a deeper furrow of her brow: 'Maybe the zombies ate him if he was slow.' She frowns down at the ground, eventually shaking her head quickly. 'What kind of cookie? There's almost always cookies in the rec room. Sometimes cupcakes. Or brownies!' This last seems to excite her the most. 'Tough? How tough? I'm not tough, I just run away.' Dynamite grins a little bit at Lyric, and nods emphatically,'Maybe if he was slow. But I doubt it. He probably just pulled into his shell and waited until the zombies got tired of trying to eat him. Turtles are smart like that.' She opens her mouth to stifle a yawn, and then plops don on the table, signing,'Chocolate chip. Chocolate chip is best cookie.' The girl peers closely at Lyric for a moment, then asks,'Can we go get brownies? And milk? I love them, but I have trouble reaching without making a mess.' Pause. 'Tough? Um... I got run over by a car on my way here. It was upsetting... but I was fine. So... that tough.' 'Probably yes,' Lyric agrees with a more reassured nod. Her eyes open huge and wide at the mention of being hit by a car, her mouth opening into a surprised 'O'. 'I would break.' She hops up to her feet at the suggestion of brownies and milk, though, eagerly scooping her drum back beneath her arm. After this she only beckons Dynamite to follow, bouncy already at the promise of future sweets to come. She's by now perfected her own little method of locomotion. It mostly involves a lot of hops. Well, by her scale, it's probably hulk-sized leaps. By most people's scale, it's a hop. At any rate, it keeps her pace with Lyric. She signs while visible,'I'm told durability and strength are pretty common mutations. What about you? You have to have your own special talents. Music?' She doesn't question why a Deaf person would like music. Maybe she's got good imagination,'This place is nice. It's more palatial than home. Much more modern and rustic at the same time.' '/Everyone/ here's got talents,' Lyric agrees, a little slower now that her arms are full again. Her bright smile is a little crookedly teasing as she asserts: 'Making brownies is just /one/ of mine. You'll see.'