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Searching for Cookies
Also clothing and guyliner
Dramatis Personae Dynamite, Jeremy	2014-01-01 Enlightening the new student, and searching for cookies
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. It's an odd sight. She really is a very tiny woman, but she's also got sewing implements SIZED for her. Right now, she's confiscated a table for a very tiny, almost doll-like sewing machine and bits of cloth while the TV displays some nature show on National Geographic. Dyna looks up at it from time to time, even giggling when animals try to reproduce, but is otherwise quiet. Right now, she seems to be sewing either doll clothes, or clothes specifically made for her. It's usually basically the same thing. Scooting into the rec room, Jeremy is comfortably bundled in a worn black hoodie that bears the moniker of NYU and a pair of sweat pants in a dark grey. With a notebook held in the crook of his arm, he glances about the room to see who is present and if the television is currently hosting media not too offensive to the teenage male mindset. Seeing that it is in fact a show about animals he does not object and gives Dyna a bit of a wave before he flops on the couch to get comfortable, scooting his legs up underneath himself. Dynamite looks up and smiles at Jeremy, a little wave going out to him,"Oh, hey. Sorry. Did you wanna watch something else? I don't really care what's on TV. I'm trying to sew a few dresses and jeans that'll look more appropriate for daily wear." She continues working her needle laboriously through stitch after stitch,"What's your name? I'm Dyna. People call me Dynamite." Tilting his head at the query, Jeremy shakes his head no. Freeing a hand from pockets of warmth, he starts to sign back 'It's okay, I like animals.' He bobs his head a bit to affirm the matter, though his gaze concentrates on the smaller girl a moment as if looking to see that there is understanding. As if anticipating a lack thereof, he is already starting to flip the notebook open to have available. 'Oh. You sign! You're the second one I met. Are you Deaf then?' Pause. She points art herself, then painstakingly fingerspells,'D-Y-N-A. Some call me Dynamite.' She follows up with a namesign in addition. 'You?' Her signing, better than average, understandable, but not fluent, either. Very obviously so. Shaking his head at the deaf question, Jeremy replies 'No, just it would destroy all the electronics if I open my mouth to talk.' He shrugs at that, setting the notepad on the seat beside him since it wouldn't be necessary. Replicating her motion of introduction, he gestures to himself and spells out 'J-E-R-E-M-Y' then follows up with his own namesign. Smiling though that it would be easier now, he continues 'Its good so many sign here. Easier than having to write everything. The plague made it necessary,' though the last bit comes with a frown. 'Have you met Lia? She is often your height.' Dynamite watches the boy sign for a moment, then nods at the boy... for a moment. Then her eyebrow quirks,"Plague? I'm sorry. I'm new, I don't really get a whole lot of the stuff. Do you, like, prefer me to respond in sign, or is vocalizing, like, okay?" Yeah. She's got that fluff-headed way of talking. But at least she's friendly,"Lia? No. I haven't. It'd be neat to meet someone who I can talk clothes with, though! I'm sorry. You probably don't care about any of that. So, you, like, mess up machines? I'm beginning to think I, like, have it pretty easy." 'Whichever is easier for you. You can talk, I like to hear things.' Jeremy nods at that, and perhaps the fact he's paying attention to the television may have some effect on the desire for talking over signing being done for him. 'The big plague, quarantine on the city, zombies. Nicer to say Plague than Zombie Apocalypse.' Making a little face at the apology about the clothing, he replies 'Lia is a friend, she can be a doll so the same size then.' At her query on his power, he flips through the notebook to an oft used page. He gestures to get attention to the page then shows a poor quality drawing then, a diagram with a spiral in the center, and written around it on the three sides are ~Thermal, full electromagnetic spectrum, sonics.~ there is also a line off of the EM spectrum one to write in ~Electric, magnets too~ Dynamite nods slowly as the boy explains, first the plague, then Lia, and finally the notebook. She's nothing if not a decent 'listener. She doesn't really GET the whole sciency bit about electromagnetics and sonics... She's not the most bright, after all. But she listens as if it were the most interesting thing on earth at least,"I love dolls, personally. Asian ball joint dolls." She stitches something else together, looking back down at her things,"I'm just strong and tough. Nothing special. You. Lia. Now that's special! Personally, I just like- Wait, Zombie Apocalypse. You mean that wasn't just internet chatter?" 'No, it was real. Lots and lots died. Was all over the news.' Jeremy tilts his head looking at her. 'Where are you from? Very sheltered?' He hrms a bit, the vibration deep in his throat, and his lips carefully held tight. 'And special just draws more attention. Many at the school escaped from lab, test subjects to understand our powers.' He nods at that frowning. Dynamite nods at Jeremy, at this point,"I'm from Toronto. I wasn't really..." She searches for the right word, then says,"I was kind of in a lot of remedial classes. I wasn't, like... allowed to go out or anything very much. I'm not... real smart." She winces as she says that last bit. "Wow. That's all so... awful. When I mutated, a few people got hurt, so that's why I had to come here... Mom and Dad thought this was, like, the best place for me. Everyone is MUCH nicer here than, like, my old school." 'Limited education not same as not being smart. Just means you need to learn more.' Jeremy nods at that as if it were a very important thing. 'How did you hurt people being smaller?' He frowns as if trying to picture how precisely that works, and starts scribbling in his notebook, glancing to her occassionally. 'This kinda place what my parents Thought the lab was. Lab lied, this place is legit.' He smiles tight lipped, but seems in better mood. 'Kitchen has a lot of soda and cookies.' Dynamite makes an arm-flexing motion,"I dunno exactly, I just... I'm small, but I'm strong. They said... what was the word... they said leverage was a problem for me, but otherwise, I'm strong enough to lift vehicles. People were bullying me, and... I hit back. And hurt them. Bad." She makes a pained expression... And quickly changes the subject,"I like this place better than any school. I'm hoping to, like, learn enough to FEEL smart." Pause. "I like cookies and soda! Especially chocolate chip and vanilla coke! It's awesome!" Blinking a moment, then pausing and thinking with a slightly squinty face, Jeremy shrugs and signs 'Density? Smaller size more power? Guess depends if you are heavy too,' before nodding to himself as if the theory was obviously the best. 'I do not think we have vanilla coke. Have real sugar coke though, mostly just cans.' Pausing as he watches an animal getting eaten, he makes a face then looks back to Dyna. 'There are lotsa classes here. And really really smart people. A lot to learn and time to do it.' The girl shrugs in response to Jeremy, though she does stop what she's doing to hop off the table, and then clamber up onto the couch,"That's part of it. You're using some of the same words the professors did. They said something about 'altered physics' though. I'm not sure if I'm playing entirely by the rules." Dyna grins, though,"I like real coke, too! Let's go to the kitchen. You can tell me about how awesome this place is while we pig out on cookies and cokes and stuff?" 'I like science. As long as the science isn't being done To me,' Jeremy replies as she climbs up beside him. 'Thankfully, its hard to do much to me since I kill everything that tries to measure me anyway. I don't think most of us play by many rules anyway. Putting your brain into a doll, moving things with your mind? Science has no clue. We have the cheat code.' Eyes raising with glee at the idea of acquiring snackage, he nods vigorously. 'Can do so, but need to eat outside for safety. One cookie not worth everyone cellphone.' Dynamite nods emphatically at Jeremy, then narrows her eyes and asks,"You mind lending me your shoulder or is that safe? It's a pain to keep up with normal-sized people. I can do it, but it's... It's a lot of jumping." She shrugs helplessly,"Do you do, like, science tutoring and stuff? Science is one of my, like, bad ones. Classes, I mean." She gives a thumbs-up. "I've always been special, my whole life, but in a bad way. This was the first... GOOD kind of special to ever happen to me." Nodding, Jeremy offers a hand to her to help her up, then pauses and signs 'Not as heavy as a person? I am not very strong...' before pulling up a sleeve to show that he is indeed kinda scrawny. 'Scientists didn't need me to move a lot. Kinda muscle loss,' he offers before shrugging. 'I can tutor some, but kinda behind. Have maybe up to ninth grade, so I need to catch up to where I am supposed to be. So many extra classes, but school is all year with breaks.' Dynamite gives a thumbs up to the boy,"Oh no. I weigh... eight pounds, I think. The teaches say I should weigh a lot more than a person. I don't for some reason." She, with help, clambers up Jeremy's shoulder and settles there, just sort of sitting in a balanced manner,"I appreciate this. It creeps people out, like, a lot, sometimes. Anyway, if it's inconvenient or hurts your learning, don't worry about it. My parents can hire an outside tutor if they need to. So, let's talk clothes a little. What would you wear if you could wear, like, any clothes you wanted?" 'I carry Coppelia sometimes. Not weird when friend can be doll.' Jeremy does refrain from shrugging though with the little person on his shoulder. Picking up his notepad and shifting to his feet, he glances to the tv then looks for the remote to turn it off. 'Comfortable? Heroic? I don't have money, so I wear donation and Good Will stuff.' There is a little embarassment at the statement it seems from the coloring. 'I like black, fits my gift. Maybe mix of loose for comfort, tight for moving' "Okay... I could see that... Maybe some tight-fitting jeans and shirts with... a trenchcoat? But a sort of loose, dressy trenchcoat? You'd have to help me take measurements, but I bet I could make something. We could even go with a cape, but you wouldn't be able to wear it around. Take me a couple of weeks to make it, though." Dyna pats the boy's shoulder, then assumes a more comfortable position,"Lia... that Coppelia? Good name. I'm a doll hobbyist, myself." 'Maybe loose pants tight shirt? Look gothy though then.' Jeremy makes an uncertain gesture and shakes his head. 'They are both kinda. Lia is big Lia, Copellia small Lia. Kinda.' He makes the uncertain gesture again at that. 'Complicated, she was in labs longer. You should meet sometime. She likes to dance, probably good for clothes maker.' He nods at that, figuring that made sense. "We can do that. And what does it matter if it's gothy if it's, like, what you want?" She lazily taps her heel against the boy's shoulder as she rides. Dyna comments,"I like to dance, too, but my size changing threw it off. I'm not so good as I was before. I used to be big and lanky for a girl. CAIS. Anyway, I'd love to talk shop with her sometime." 'People expect things when you look certain ways,' Jeremy signs as he heads out into the hall and to the elevator. 'I don't think I would look good with all the gothy makeups,' he indicates then rings fingers around his eyes. 'Maybe you just need more practice. New you, new skills. And don't have to be good at something as long as you enjoy it. I like playing with clay, but I am bad at art. My stick figures squiggle even.' "People will always expect things. Regardless of what you look like. What you look like just, like, makes it easier to get it wrong. And I didn't think goths, like, HAD to do the makeup. I'd do it for you, though, if you wanted. I'm, like, super good with makeup." She gives a thumbs up again. Then Dyna's leaning forward to eyeball Jeremy's face,"We'll get you where you want to be. It'll be fun." 'Don't need make-up. Will see how I look when it happens. I am already pale at least.' Jeremy nods and steps into the arrived elevator, sending it down to the first floor. 'So chocolate chip cookies and coke. I would say cupcakes, but well, bad thing happened recently. Teacher got arrested, well, arrested for rescuing us. He was nice, made lotsa stuff. Hope he is okay' he signs and lets out a slight sigh through his nose. 'Lotsa happy things here, lotsa sad things happen too. Tough for new person to know, but since class starts soon, you probably needed to know.' Dynamite actually loves at the assurance that Jeremy doesn't need make-up,"If you don't want it, fine. But guyliner is, like, super hot when used right." She looks over at the elevator expectantly,"Arrested for saving you? But... he's gonna be okay, right? I don't like it when nice people end up hurt. He's got lawyers and stuff, right? Every place has its troubles. We just gotta, like, make sure these stay managable." 'Guy liner?' Jeremy tilts his head to look to her better. 'Like eyeliner? New brand?' It is entirely possible that Jeremy has missed much of the recent language. 'Might be okay. Complicated. Laws screwy, government involved. Government wins,' with the breaking up of grammar its a more clear he's unhappy over the situation. With the exit from the elevator to the first floor, he starts to head for the great hall as via route to the kitchen. 'Not heard since the news broke.' Dynamite nods emphatically,"New type-ish. It's a term for eyeliner made for guys. It makes your eyes POP, you know? Women go crazy for it. Well. I go crazy for it." She pats the guy's neck since it's easy to reach from her shoulder,"He'll be okay. A school full of mutants? We'll be able to fix the problem if anyone can. Good wins, you know?" 'Will see. I don't have any, would need to borrow.' Passing through the mostly empty great hall, Jeremy walks with purpose towards the kitchen in search of sugary goodness. 'Power just break out easier. Which more people be arrested or hurt. Drones were at the lab, may have worse at jail.' He nods abit as he finally makes it to the kitchen and starts looking through cabinets for what he needs. Dynamite peers out at the kitchen, keeping eyes peeled for any obvious signs of goodies. "I'll order some, you can try it on. If you don't like it, throw it away." She examines the boy's face with a different sort of look. Speculative,"Maybe power will help us find a new way? Power can make people think better, right? Or maybe there are lawyer alumni? Do you know if he needs help hiring one? My parents have some... influence, ya know?" 'Don't know. He knows lots of people. Someone probably helping already.' Jeremy nods and tiptoes to peak at higher cabinet and tugs at the packaged cookies causing a few to tumble to the counter. Blinking and looking around, he looks to Dyna and makes the gesture as if to say ta da. 'Also milk if you want to dunk cookie. Soda not good for dunking.' Heading to the fridge he pulls the door open to survey the contents for beverage options.