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Eggsperiments
Dramatis Personae Kisha, Lyric
In Absentia	2013-08-20 '
Location <XS> Kitchen
The kitchen staff at Xavier's tends well to the needs of its residents. Always cognizant of its students and faculty's dietary needs alike, the menu has a wide variety of choices, and the longtime cook works wonders in the kitchen. The pantry, too, is kept well stocked for those who want to come prepare themselves their own snacks. The shelf, fridge, and freezer space is ample, though if anyone wants to keep their own food there, they'd better make sure it's labeled clearly, and even that is no guarantee it'll last. Ah, summer vacation. With students and staff alike on lazy non-schedules, the school has a laid-back pace to it in the downtime before fall term starts. It's quiet, many people gone home for break; the kitchen in between meals is nearly deserted. Nearly. There's one small girl standing at the stove, cracking an egg into a frying pan. Sizzle sizzle sizzle. She's grating cheese over top of the egg once it's in there, watching with some enjoyment as the cheese melts over top of the frying egg. She's dressed in summery clothes, loose light-green linen pants, a thin yellow tank top with a gauzy light long-sleeved white shirt over top, a similarly light green scarf wrapped over her curly poof of dark hair. There's a cheerfully pink and grey backpack nearby on a stool, and a notebook and pen on the counter beside where she cooks. Kisha could well be described as the eternal foe of lazy non-schedules. With summer vacation in full swing she's set out on another run of twenty-four seven science experiments. Of course every now and again her body reminds her she isn't one of the machines she loves so very much, usually be demanding food. Which is why she can be found stomping her way into the kitchen in oil smeared overalls (and her deerstalker science hat). All the while muttering in Russian. Lyric is just finishing her cheesegrating as Kisha stomps into the kitchen. She glances up with a quirk of eyebrows, looking the girl over for a moment with a small, puzzled smile. She slips aside to take a few slices of toast out of a bag of bread, sticking them in the toaster and returning to her pan. She looks from her cheesy egg to Kisha, and back, picking up a spatula and scraping it slowly under the egg to loosen it from the pan. She pokes the spatula towards the egg, eyebrows lifting questioningly at Kisha, then glancing to the egg and an empty plate nearby in clear offering. Food? Kisha stops, tilts her head. "I'm sorry, I don't follow?" she states, blinking. "Do you need the plate? Or are you offering me food?" She ambles further into the kitchen in search of a clean mug with which to make coffee of doom. "Have we met? If so please don't take offense but I can't recall. I'm Kisha, nice to meet you... Possibly not for the first time." Lyric watches Kisha, her puzzled smile just fixed on her face as Kisha moves further into the kitchen. She shakes her head, sprinkling a little salt on the egg, cracking a little pepper onto it, then turning it over neatly. Her smile brightens /just/ a touch when she doesn't break the yolk. She lets it cook on the other side for only a moment, moving to grab the plate and slide the egg off the pan onto it just as the toast pops up. Putting the toast on the edge of the plate, she now offers the plate to Kisha with the same questioning lift of eyebrows. "I... can you talk?" Kisha asks, straight to the point. "Also yes thank you, this is probably much better than the food I had intented on making. Would you like some coffee? I tend to make it slightly stronger than most people like, but you could always add milk." This time, Lyric watches Kisha closely, rather than watching the food she is cooking. Her smile cracks a bit wider, and she nods. Points the coffee, and nods. One finger taps at her ear; she scoots back towards the counter, flipping open the notebook that sits there to write: 'Can talk. Hard to understand, though. Deaf. Don't talk very WELL. Coffee'd be great, thanks. I'm Lyric. I think I've seen you. You build things, right?' She turns the notebook to face Kisha before she returns to her pan. This time, she keeps an eye on the other girl as she scrapes bits of fried cheese to the side of the pan, slicing a bit of butter into it to let it heat before getting out a second egg. Kisha ahhhs as she reads the notebook. "Have you always been deaf? If it's not rude of me to ask," she wonders, beginning the arcane process of making Kisha strength coffee. "Also am I right in assuming I need to face you when I talk? But anyway yes I do dabble in making things.. I'm currently trying out a design for one of those bomb disposal robots. The kind with the big mechanical arm and tracks." Lyric nods, as her butter melts, but for a moment this is all the answer Kisha gets. She tips her pan one way and then the other, coating it in butter. and then cracks the egg carefully into it. Grates some cheese on top of this one, too , once it has settled into the pan. Only then does she return to writing. 'Born deaf. So I never learned to talk out loud very well. And yes I lipread so have to see your face.' On the line below that: 'Bomb disposal? How do you test that where do you get bombs to practice on? Though if I hear rumors correctly people here get blown up pretty much every week so maybe there are a lot lying around?' "I hadn't actually intended to use it to work on actual explosives!" Kisha replies with a grin. "It's basically an eight hundred pound treaded robot with a big mechanical arm, cameras and sensors installed. So I can use it for heavy lifting or recording science experiments that I'd rather not stand too near." She turns away and pokes at the coffee in progress, before glancing back to add "I haven't decided if I will include the water jets they use to break bombs up with. They could come in handy I guess but it's a lot of extra effort." Lyric drags her notebook nearer the stove, frowning slightly as a bit of frying butter spatters onto it. She wipes it off with a thumb. 'So excellent for water fights. Though I guess you could only fight against Professor Logan or you'd kill everyone.' Salt, pepper. Her eyes widen as she remembers she forgot TOAST, and she darts away to pop that in the toaster. 'What kind of experiments?' she asks, once she returns to her pan. Kisha frowns, drumming her fingers against the counter. "Exotic physics experiments, tests on various powers to see how they work and I have always been tempted to build some of the rockets they play around with on Mythbusters. So I thought perhaps I would try one or two of those." She grabs some mugs and begins pouring coffee so thick it runs like syrup. 'Don't they blow things up on Mythbusters all the time? Maybe you'll just build your OWN bombs and then dispose of them.' Lyric has a quick amused smile on her face as she finishes doctoring her egg, sliding it off onto a second plate. 'Are you sure that's coffee? It looks kind of not a liquid.' Though her smile is too amused to make this an actual complaint. 'What kind of powers? There are a lot around here.' There is a slight pause, in which Kisha looks around for passing teachers. "No comment? I mean I wouldn't make a bomb for the sake of making a bomb, but I do like to dabble in things which /might/ explode." She winks. "It's definately coffee, just the kind which will keep you awake forever. As for what kind of powers? I'm not picky. Anything worth studying." 'Everything's worth studying.' Lyric turns off the stove, moving to get two sets of silverware from a drawer, setting one fork and knife on her plate and one on Kisha's. She gets milk from the fridge for her coffeesludge, too, and sugar as well. 'I guess it's good it's afternoon, then. I don't have to sleep for a long time. If you go out past the soccer field there's lots of room to shoot rockets. I saw fireworks there last month though I don't know if those are allowed either. They're KIND of rockets, right?' Kisha nods. "They do call them bottle rockets after all," she agrees. "Some powers aren't very interesting or aren't really viable from a research point of view. Take the twins for example, there isn't a great deal I could actually use research into them /for/. Also it'd be incredibly dangerous given the rumours about their history." She takes a swig of her coffee sludge neat. "Ahh that hits the spot. It's like I'll be awake for a week." 'From what I've heard there's a lot to do research into them for. I guess it depends what kind of research you want.' Lyric frowns, as she writes this. Her frown deepens further still: 'What rumors? I heard about the police thing but that didn't seem like their fault.' She pours her own mug full of milk, adding a generous helping of sugar and stirring it up well. Kisha tilts her head, then scoffs the egg sandwich in some very unladylike mouthfuls. "There are quite a few students here who, if you believe rumours, were previously used as medical test subjects. Which is another fairly major reason why not every power is interesting for my research. I have a deep aversion to being punched, kicked or thrown out of windows." 'It's probably different if you ask permission first.' Lyric doesn't sandwichify her egg; she slices it into tiny pieces, letting the yolk run out goopily and then using the bread to scoop up pieces. 'They seem kind of more weird than dangerous. I mean okay I guess the teeth look dangerous. Sebastian just wears funny clothes all the time.' "Maybe! But you never quite know when you ask about sensitive topics. Especially when you have my level of tact, which I have been warned is substandard," Kisha explains wryly. "So have you been a student here a long time? I don't recall seeing you socially before, but then I'm not very big on meeting and greeting.... So you could have been here years." 'This is my second year. But I've been around a lot before that. My brother graduated from here and my mom teaches the sign language class, so I was sort of around even before I started school.' Lyric's smile curls a little wider as she takes another bite of egg-toast, and then sips at her coffee. /Tentatively/. Her nose crinkles. 'I'm quiet, though. I'm easy to miss. You seem alright to me. But maybe I'm bad at tact, too. Do they teach a class on that?' Kisha shrugs an exceptionally exaggerated shrug. "I couldn't really give a damn even if they did! Conversation should be direct and honest, unless you are dealing with someone who you dislike. Then anything is fair game... Although now that I think about it perhaps we have classes on ethics and morality which could be considered to cover tact?" 'Maybe.' Lyric doesn't look entirely certain. 'The ethics classes I took didn't cover a lot of manners. Maybe those are in other classes. I think you should probably still be polite even if you're talking to someone you dislike. You don't have to be dishonest to be polite I don't think.' Though -- she doesn't look entirely certain of /that/, either. "It depends on just how much you dislike someone," Kisha counters. "And what you intend to achieve from the exchange. Still I hope not to meet anyone I dislike enough to test my limits, although people have come close. It's about time I got back to my work, I have to plan out how I'll upgrade the control system to interact with my science hat." 'Science hat?' Lyric looks intrigued at this, but she just nods. She scoots her plate across the counter, her coffee mug with it. 'OK! Have fun with your. Not-sleeping-coffee-sludge.' She gives Kisha a bright smile, closing her notebook as she skirts around the counter to take an actual seat at a stool and settle in to eat the rest of her egg.