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Dramatis Personae Jackson, Sage	2014-01-31 Discussing Dreams. (Part of Morpheus TP.)
Location <XS> Teachers' Lounge - B1
Running a school for mutant teenagers just taking control of their powers is not an easy job, and the teachers at Xavier's deserve a place to come and relax. This lounge is their place to come and de-stress, and it does not skimp for relaxation. The room is elegant and luxurious, plush couches making up the seating in the lounge and a glossy glassy bar wrapping around one wall, well-stocked with alcohol (and perpetually fresh-brewed coffee, for those so inclined.) A large-screen high-def television hangs on one wall, stocked with about as many movies and games as the childrens' rec room upstairs. High bookshelves hold a wealth of books. The fridge here is always well stocked, and the cook is always willing to make deliveries down to this level. Far in the back, a hot tub is submerged into the floor, for still more unwinding. More days than not, there's some variety of snacks to be found on perched on an end of the bar -- quite often in the form of fresh-baked desserts. Jax tends to be an early bird and today is no exception, still well enough time before classes that many of the students (and probably many of the teachers) have likely not even awoken. He smells like chlorine as he makes his way into the teacher's lounge, though faintly enough that he's likely rinsed off in the shower between his swim and arrival here. He has a heavy black canvas messenger bag draped over his shoulder, FreakAngels logo on it in white, and rather than his usual vivid-bright attire he's in comfortable workout clothes. Black track pants, Xavier's tee, blue fleece vest, silver-and-black sneakers. He has two large trays of cookies in his hands, which he's setting down on the wraparound bar, unstacking them to leave one towards the end of the bar. He bounces over towards the coffee after this, rolling his shoulders in a stretch and rubbing a hand against his eye -- oddly, his fist goes straight /through/ his eyepatch when he does, this, hand blurring as his knuckles press through the silver dragonfly emblazoned into the blue eyepatch. His hair falls down shaggily over his forehead in blended locks of peacocky purple-green-blue. As Sage enters the Teacher's Lounge, she takes a faint glance around, before heading towards to grab a cookie and take a seat on a couch before her classes. Not looking at Jax, which, isn't too surprising for her, she speaks. "Hello, Jackson. How is your day?". Her voice is calm, almost emotionless. She's dressed in a gray t-shirt with jacket, a pair of jeans, and sandals, taking a slow bite of her cookie before continuing. "Have a nice swim?". "Don't think I got quite enough data t'know jus' yet," Jackson answers brightly cheerful, shaking his head as he pours himself out a mug of coffee. The cookies are almond sandwich cookies, raspberry jam inside. He opens the fridge to doctor it with a bit of almond milk and a rather /excessive/ dose of maple syrup, stirring it up and then ambling back around the bar to shed his messenger bag and seat himself on the arm of a couch. "I mean, s'early. To early t'really call. Be like pre-flop bettin'. My swim was /fantastic/, though. Sore everywhere. How y'doin', honey-honey?" "I am doing fine. Preparing for class. ATHENA, time.". Sage says calmly, speaking to her glasses to determine the time, even though there's probably a clock somewhere. Sage takes another bite of the cookie, looking towards Jackson for once, showing SERIOUSNESS, before speaking. "Are you aware of what caused the incident from the other day? I have looked through several possible scenarios but cannot find one that matches, and I do not believe Mr. Parker or Mx. Djalili have manifested another ability. It was quite peculiar, I myself woke up in a Madame Xanadu costume.". Jackson blushes, a dusting of pink creeping across his cheeks. "I was Superman," he admits, dropping his hand to curl it together with his other around his coffee cup. "An' I don't got no idea. We thought we had a theory but it turned out t'be wrong so I'm back t'square -- well, zero. I mean, so far it seems /harmless/ if -- real real /strange/ but. Still -- harmless or not we should learn /why/. The odd thing is it ain't jus' only affectin' folks here. I mean s'all over. Here, back in Manhattan --" He shakes his head. "It happened t'me when I was in /prison/. An' t'my friend -- um, Desi Tessier's brother. An' t'm'husband. An' to -- well I don't know that business with the /hug bank/ downtown come straight outta that thing too so if it's reachin' even that far who knows where else it's got to." "Well, I am pleased to note that I have had no dreams that have affected the world myself, but that could only be a matter of time. Hopefully this is not on the scale of the virus from recently, as if this is affecting dreams, it could plausibly also affect nightmares. We do not want monsters running amok.". Sage takes another bite of her cookie, saying this as calmly as the last, before randomly changing the subject, multitasking between subjects. "I have been considering a legal namechange. I have two options, Tessa Sage, or Diana Fox, though I am likely leaning towards the first due to ease of access. What is your opinion?". And then, subject change back! "If the ability in question is creating buildings, it could potentially be catastrophic if it got worse. A dictator dreaming that they ruled the world, could rule the world.". "I know, m'a little bit worried when people start dreamin' 'bout the horror books they been readin' or 'bout -- well, the horror books they been /livin'/," Jax admits with a small wrinkle of his nose, shaking his head as, briefly, the silver-stitched dragonfly on his eyepatch shifts to an embroidered zombie-face decal. Then back to a dragonfly. "My opinion?" His pierced eyebrows raise to disappear beneath his colourful hair. "Oh gosh, honey-honey, a name's so /personal/. What d'you feel fits /you/ the best? you're gonna live with it for -- well, forever, or for until you want t'change again. I think y'should go with whatever y'think is /you/." If the quick subject-change bothers him he doesn't show it, just dipping his head to sip at his coffee. "Reality-bending's a scary thought," he admits. "So far whoever's doin' it seems benign but if that changes -- or if it ain't anyone doin' it so much as jus' -- the /dreamers/ doin' it -- this could get real ugly real fast." A brief glance at Jax's eyepatch, Sage sighs. "Well, I have been to the Hug Bank. The people there don't seem like it is anything new to them. They might not have even been people before, instead have been created themself, but that seems quite strange. Though we can't rule out anything with what little facts we have.". Taking another bite of her cookie, she changes back to the name subject. "Very well. The first one seems more fitting. Could legally spell it Tereza Sage, keeping with my roots.". Change back. "There is always the chance that whoever did this doesn't even know they're doing it. Could be interacting with people and spreading it on, or if it's not a person itself but more of a virus, could be spread like the last. Though I would rather not anything happen to them as this is not their fault, perhaps Mr. Parker and Mz. Djalili should be checked out for any signs of virus, perhaps anyone else that has been affected.". "A dream -- virus?" Jackson draws in a quick-sharp breath at this thought, frowning down into his mug. "That's kind of a terrifyin' thought. I mean, these days can't really rule nothin' out, yeah. But ain't nobody had no other symptoms of /any/ kinda sick. An' when this all started, /I/ was several states away in solitary confinement an' had been for weeks. So that might could seem t'rule out contagion, at least." His teeth scrape against his lip. "But m'sure Hank could check things out nohow. D'you feel like a Tereza?" His mouth curls up into a wide grin. "Did y'get hugs?" "Well, Mr. Parker and Mx. Djalili shared a dream. Whilst they have constant interaction due to school purposes, this doesn't rule out the possibility of some sort of..mm..emotional connection? That this is who they wanted to share a dream with? I terribly hope I am not affected next, my nightmares are not the best to inflict on us all.". Sage finishes her cookie, as she nods at Jax. "Tessa has been a frequent pseudonym of mine when Sage does not cut it. As such I have formed a sort of bond to it, and would use it, though I still prefer Sage as usual. I do not know the exact technique to get a name changed but it'd take all of five minutes more or less to learn.". Sage is /probably/ amused by the last question, but doesn't show it. "Yes, but purely for scientific reasons. The people felt, seemed, smelled real. There was absolutely nothing abnormal about them, other than the fact that they mysteriously appeared in the financial district.". "I ain't quite had time t'stop by yet but hopefully this weekend. Heard the lines are crazy-long though. Hugs are a hot commodity." Jax takes a longer sip of his coffee, eye slipping closed; he breathes out a happy sigh over this longer drink. "Emotional connection, yeah, probably. All the shared-dreams I done heard of so far have been -- well, yeah. Peter an' Rasa are good friends. An' when I was in prison it was -- well, me an' my /husband/. Then more recently, m'husband shared one with a real close friend of ours. So --" He shrugs quickly. "Emotional connection seems likely." He offers Sage a quick smile as he adds, "Oh! I /do/ know the process for name-changin', actually. I can go over it with you later, if y'like. I've helped a couple friends through an' a couple students, too." His fingers drum against his cup quickly. "I wonder if it'll stick around. The Hug Bank, I mean. An' everything else too." If Jackson could see inside Sage's mind, it is racing with a variety of plausibilities, mostly focused onto Jackson's husband though. "I don't mean to be rude but I have a possible hypothesis. Your husband has been connected to two dreams so far, and there was the christmas party along with the fact that both Mr. Parker and Mx. Djalili are friends with your sons and have visited. Mutations can remain latent until high periods of stress, mine did not manifest until I was 14 though it could most likely manifest later, and you were incarcerated recently. Though this is solely a possibility, your husband may have manifested a latent mutation, though I suspect that you have already come to this hypothesis yourself.". SUBJECT CHANGE! "Yes, if you could help me later, that would be very great of you. Thank you.". CHANGE BACK! "Though I do not know if this explains the Hug Bank, and I have never had physical contact with him so I have nothing to truly prove this hypothesis.". Jax's lips actually curl into a quick smile, at this initial hypothesis. Or maybe more at the initial apology: "How's that rude? I mean, speculatin' he might be a mutant is rude? We're alla us freaks here." His fingers drum on his cup again, and he admits, "-- we was wonderin' the same thing ourselves. Even come to talk t'the Professor about it. Was gonna have him look int' helpin' Micah try an' focus -- develop his control, if there was any t'develop. Only but Joshua took one look at Micah an' told him he was still human as ever. So we're back to jus' as clueless as we ever was." Jax wiggles at his lip ring with his teeth, shaking his head. "Not really sure how to feel. Maybe relieved. Life woulda been so much harder for him if --" He swallows the end of his words in another gulp of coffee. "Maybe not clueless. Perhaps, if Micah did not trigger it, then someone around him did, and used him as the catalyst. With his rate of connections it would not be a bad place to begin. I assume the incident that happened whilst you were incarcerated was the first known case? There has been nothing in the news other than the Hug Bank so, I would imagine that could be a possible begin date.". When Jackson deflects her apology, she shows no signs of anything, just continuing. "Though, it is a relief, seeing how hard everything is, that we have atleast one more human on the side of equality.". Sage is then lifting herself up. "I must prepare for my classes. I hope nothing of any bad sorts happens. Thank you again for helping me later.". A tip of a head, and she's off. A large silver-trimmed black Stetson materializes on Jax's head -- apparently for the express purpose of being able to /tip/ it towards Sage in farewell. "G'day, hon." And then he's back to enjoying his coffee, before having to brave teenagers for the rest of his day, too.