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Anti-Zombie Pictionary
Dramatis Personae Cody and Jack	2015-11-10 "Didn't wanna get Zombie Ninja Bird Flu." (Part of Flu Season TP.)
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. Having to find workarounds based all of the heresay and the regulations and everything else has been murder for some people. Cody's solution has been a simple one. A whiteboard and playing pictionary. So it's imperfect, but since he doesn't know the whole ASL thing just yet, it's the best thing he has. But since the announcement of the cure being distributed, he's been a little more present... as in coming in the room when people are around and trying to be social. But now he's planted himself in the Rec Room for a bit of R&R. In this case playing, of all things, a first person shooter. Not with anyone else, but right now he's summarily getting killed by a bunch of NPCs. Once more he falls, and just drops the controller before almost saying something impolite. Jack likely has some harsh words for anyone complaining about the regulations. He's been less social as well but has been present. The silence just makes it a lot easier to overlook him. Tonight, dressed in a school hoodie and worn jeans, he walks into the room with his backpack hanging off one shoulder. The sound of the controller dropping catches his attention and Jack makes his way over to the couch. One empty sleeve gets lifted in a wave as he drops into the seat next to his roommate. Cody draws a stick figure waving with a smile, the classic hello, and holds up the little whiteboard for Jack to see, and then erases it with a sleeve before he then draws out a bunch of figured in a line in front a door with a cross, and one of them holding up a middle finger. He taps the board a couple times, and then motions towards the controller, as if to indicate that it's open if the other student wants a turn. The game of Pictionary gets Jack staring for a few moments. It is a new one for him and it manages to being a small smile to his invisible face. He rummages in his bag a moment before getting out a notebook and pencil. He writes up a message before holding the paper up to show Cody. 'Thanks. I'm no good at these FPS games though. Which one is this anyway?' Instead of attempting to draw anything out, he reaches over and picks up a copy of Call of Duty Black Ops 3, and seeing the words on the paper, he scowls for a moment. But then he relents and instead of drawing, he writes out on the board 'I suck at it, so I'm glad I at least get to suck for free.' Holding it up long enough to be read, he erases and replaces with, 'Whiteboard means less garbage. You okay?' After that, once more, erased, but this time it's handed to invisible hands. Nodding slightly to the held up game, Jack just tilts his head at the scowl. Of course the message about less garbage just gets a faint huff out of Jack. He accepts the whiteboard and marker though, writing a reply. 'Don't have a whiteboard. I'm not sick. Are you okay?' he hands the board back for Cody to read. Cody reads once more, and then wipes it down and replies, 'Yeah. Sorry I bailed. I hid in the barn for a bit... didn't wanna get Zombie Ninja Bird Flu. Serg allright?' Passing it back before he stands up and goes over to turn off the TV, and bring back some of the cookies that got left out by someone. The plate is set close to Jack as the newer guys sits on the floor... only to not be sitting on the floor, actually floating a couple inches off of it. Jack shakes his head slightly as he erases the message. 'Think it might be too late to just sleep in another room. Serg is out cold more than usual. I hope they give him the treatment soon.' He adds a quick 'thnx' when he sees the cookies, far less legible due to Jack writing it backwards and upsidedown. Telekinsis snags a cookie as Jack hands the board back to Cody. The floating has him tilting his head to the side curiously though. Catching the tablet, Cody puts back on, 'Jealous'. And then he digs into his pocket and takes out three fresh marbles that used to be aluminum cans. Someone was obviously practicing at the soda machine. And this close you can smell a bit of the 7-up still in his clothes. He tries snagging a cookie of his own, and this time it doesn't get crushed, but it does shudder a lot as he carries it back. Letting it drop into his lap, he then writes out, 'This blows. If it wasn't for lockdown I'd fly us out for pizza and shakes.' The marbles get an odd look and Jack leans in closer to examine them. When the smell and a bit of logo click with him, Jack has to hold in a little laugh. There's some emphatic nodding in reply to that message written. Once he's got the board though, Jack is writing something quickly. 'Sucks but we're better off in here. We could head into town with just us, just not NYC without a teacher though.' There's a little bit of flashy waveriness in the air below where Cody is sit-floating, and then suddenly he loses his hover-spot, and thumps to the carpet. Rubbing his back a moment, he scowls and then looks back to Jack with a what-can-you-do shrug. The whiteboard is snagged back and he wipes it again. He stares at it a moment, and then writes down in an almost angry scribble, 'Sucks hard. Wasn't ever this bad at home.' Holding it up in front of his face, and then turns it around, and once more he write-taps out, 'I wanna shoot something. But waiting for a slot in the Danger-thing.' The fall, even if short, has Jack jumping slightly. He starts to reach out with his TK but pauses at the shrug. He lets out a breath of relief, sitting back and reading Cody's message. There's a snort from the empty hood and he waits for the board to be handed his way. 'You'd rather go back home? I don't think there'll be a lot of time down there until after people are healthy.' Cody picks up the cookie, chews on about half of it, and then swallows before looking at the board, then looking at Jack again. It circuits a second time. Cookie, look, look, and then finally he takes it up himself. It's a few moments before something goes down on whiteboard, 'No.' Then holds it up, flips it over, and writes again, 'Just freaked out. PLEASE tell me this kinda thing is not common?' Jack finally starts eating the cookie he took as Cody writes. It looks like bits of cookie just disappear as he eats them, only the sound of crunching cookie giving away that there's actual eating happening. He really isn't sure how to reply at first and he almost hesitates to take the board. He erases his words three times before finally settling on something. 'Zombies aren't common at least. But some messed up stuff has happened since I got to NY. Wouldn't call it common either though.' Holding the whiteboard for a bit, Cody just stares at it, and then he just falls back on the carpet, and stares up at the ceiling. Just laying like that for a long moment, he eventually takes the thing, and replaces your words with, 'What do you do?' The question looking like it was written then erased four times before he finally settled on that particular question, and then with a look of focus, the items are floated a little faster than intended into Jack's lap, the field suspending them popping like a bubble just before the end. Jack lets out an 'oof' when he suddenly gets a whiteboard to the lap. The empty hood gives Cody a look before Jack sighs. He looks at the question silently, slowly erasing it. After a long period of just looking at the empty space, Jack writes something simple. 'We help eachother get through it if we can and keep going.' Cody motions for the board to be passed back, sitting up enough to give an uncomfortable shrug before he gives Jack as much of an apologetic look as possible. But after that he lets his upper half fall back down and just stares up at the ceiling, almost grumbling to himself, instead just loosing a kind of annoyed 'ugh' noise and as puffs out a breath. Jack leans over to hand the board back. An empty sleeve waves the apologetic look away and the floating clothes just nod in agreement to the noise that Cody makes. It seems to fit for him. Cody writes it out rather succinctly, 'Kitchen Run. Grab what junk food we can, maybe make some mac and cheese or something else. Watch something. Ever seen The Raid?' Tapping the board with the part about kitchen run, and then points back and forth between the pair. Jack is surprised by what Cody writes, needing a moment to shift gears. Nodding to the part about the kitchen run, he writes down a quick reply. 'Let's go. And no, haven't seen it. Probably can't watch it if its an English though.' He stands as he hands the board back, offering a sleeve to help Cody up.