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The School for Insane Youngsters
Dramatis Personae Kris, Rasa, Shelby	2013-05-13 OHGOD RUN IT'S GIRL TALK
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. Evening time brings an almost quieting of the Xavier hallways. The incident at lunch spread out through out the school, as gossip does, and then starts to mellow again when no one seems to have found the strange individual who leaped across the tables and snagged hirself a bugmaster. Since it is finally somewhat quiet in the kitchen, as dinner is over and the staff has disappeared to have lives of their own, Rasa has decided it is a good time to venture out, half wrapped in a blanket, definitely wrapped in rather shabby, ill fitting clothes that don't seem to fit hir strangely small frame. Hir skin is mottled, green and blue and pale fleshy colors, the blue holding a light velvet fur that looks pleasing to the eye as something nice to stroke. Also, peeking out from under the blanket is a blue tail that lashes back and forth with anxiety. Hir face isn't quite right yet either, one eye yellow without pupil or iris, just yellow through and through, the other recognizable as the untainted amber brown eye of one Rasa Djalili. The metamorph's main goal is to find some food in the refrigerator that ze can eat. Longer than normal, sharp teeth clack against each other unhappily as ze sifts through the meat drawer, looking for something that smells just right to hir. NOthing is appealing for some reason, until ze finds an uncooked hunk of steak that someone was probably saving. Ze destroyes the packaging with talon like nails and heads to the stove, the refrigerator door standing wide open as hir eyes begin to search for a pot in which to cook this meat. And spices. This is hard. Rasa looks displeased. Where Rasa goes, Shelby is not far behind. Maybe not /usually/ but she's always got her ear to the ground for gossip, especially after a week away when there is much catching up to do. So, not long after the tailed one begins rummaging for pots, the ginger teen appears in the kitchen doorway. She's in her usual tatty skinny jeans, sneakers and t-shirt outfit--except the t-shirt is one of Bastian's girlier shirts--with her guitar over one shoulder. Precious, precious guitar which is slid onto a counter before she ambles on over towards Rasa. The fridge door is kicked shut on her way over, 'cause she's /partly/ civilized. "You need a frying pan," she remarks, as if Rasa weren't all freakishly weird and blanket-wrapped right now. "And butter." Helpful soul that she is, she reaches up above the butcher's block to pull the former on down from the hooks up there to set it on the stove. Frying stuff she can /do/. Fwoosh, the burner is turned on before she goes back for a stick of butter from the fridge. Yes, a whole stick. "Sooo...this have anything to do with why I got stuck in the city by myself today?" Well. That's interesting. She WAS coming in to make some more muffins because she liked what she'd manage. She even had on makeup, a pleated skirt, and a baby-tee that she felt very confident in! But then Kris sees a patchwork X-friend and and her roommate and a lightbulb kicks into place. So she merely approaches them and begins rifling through pots and pans,"Rasa... do you eat halaal, or does just anything do?" Nope. Not going to comment on the girl's appearance. They covered that once before. She even snatches a chocolate bar from a cupboard as she searches around and briefly scans the ingredients,"You are... Shelby, right? Rasa's roommate? I do not see you around very often, I think." No idea of that's bad or good, really,"Would you like some help getting your meal started, or do you have it in hand?" Rasa is definitely in a state that lacks civilization, nearly jumping out of hir skin at the sound of the refrigerator being kicked closed. Hir hair puffs up as if it is standing on end, one hand crushing the styrofoam packaging on the steak, the other hand tensing, with plastic wrapped around the digits haphazardly. The stiffening starts to fade when that good eye recognizes the other person, inky yellow filtering out of the white slowly. Shelby's tone doesn't do wonders for the teens nerves, but hir nerves are kind of shot. "Butter." Good Rasa, repeat the word. The helpless beastteen lets out a deep breath and sets the meat on the counter, styrofoam and all, and moves toward the trash to remove the plastic cover from hir talons. "No. Not... Halaal.." Hir eyes narrow as hir head turns to take in Kris, eyeing her for a long moment, nothing kind in that yellow eye. Ze eventually just focuses on the trash. "Um. I am sorry, Shelby. I... had a bad day." "Yo." That suffices as a greeting from Shelby to Kris. It is at least accompanied with a smile, a thin effort that's more quirk of lips than proper expression. "That's me, yeah. I was, uh. Out. Sick. Last week." Yyyeah. Apparently her easy liar stat is nulled at the moment, that was so horribly bad. But! She's distracted, busy with peeling silver foil off of the stick of butter to drop into the frying pan as it heats. "Don't think I got your name? C'mon over, Rasa, I'll show you how to fry up a steak /proper/. This is how they did it down South, anyway." So it is back to pretending that all is normal--perhaps Rasa's mention of a bad day decided her on this tactic. Normal is soothing, right? Kris rips off a paper towel and non-chalantly sets it on the counter nearest to Rasa for which to clean her talons with... Or summarily ignore. "Oh, well, that gives you a bit more options, then, doesn't it?" She begins moving things around on a different end of the kitchen. Baking implements, muffin mix... Why, she must be making muffins! "I'm Kristen... But everyone calls me 'Kris' or... 'hey you'." Whether she can detect crappy lies or not, she makes no effort to call Shelby on her own, merely says,"I'm sure it was very rough. Noone likes being indisposed. Would you do like any of these when I am done?" Rasa goes to the sink to wash hir hands first, everything very weird and slow with talons. Ze has to be extra sure there is nothing unclean underneath them. "Can we have garlic too? Please?" Ze turns around, looking at the two girls, hir other eye starting to clear slowly. "I am... trying very hard not to eat it raw. Garlic smells good. It might help." Ze picks up the paper towel afterward and finishes hir cleaning job. Ze takes a shuddering breath and runs a tongue against hir teeth, still finding them long. "Sweets are good." Rasa walks up to Shelby, and whispers in a manner that Kris can likely hear. "I touched a man with a monster in his head. I'm sorry. Everything went bad." "I'm all about the free food, you don't even know. I'll eat 'em all if you don't keep an eye on me." Shelby says this as if it is something to be proud of! Maybe where she's from, it is! "Don't worry though, I'm not like contagious or anything," she adds with a genuine grin, tipped Kriswards. Then she is on to poking at the steak. The butter is sizzling around the edges, filling the air with the rich smell of carmelizing fat. /Delicious/. "Sure, I can put some garlic in if you...uh...grab some..." She trails off, grin swapped with a frown, head tilted to better hear the whisper. Her reaction is to blink at Rasa, drawing back to get a better look at hir. "Fuck, seriously? Jesus...how come you're not in medbay?" Kris runs her tongue along her own teeth self-consciously, and almost immediately covers them up again. She doesn't much care for their appearance on a normal day. Dental care was not high on the Moro's list of priorities. "Do you like chocolate and blueberry? Or is there some other flavor?" As for monsters in the head? She perks an ear briefly, but doesn't comment on the girl's words. That would be rude! Instead, she merely asks, as Shelby exclaims,"I think I still have some of my xanax for my panic attacks if you want. I needed them more before I came here. Not so much now..." She reaches into another cabinet, stopping in the middle of her baking, and yoinks a few cloves out of the pantry. A short moment later, and she's slicing them, and then crushing them using the flat of a knife against the counter. She leaves these next to Shelby. Apparently her main reaction is to ignore anything not spoken directly at her,"I think I can bake and watch the food if you need to go take care of something." "I... kind of broke the teachers. They needed it more." Rasa admits, looking back and forth between Shelby and Kris, settling mostly on Shelby. "Well... not personally, but I did call them into a bad situation and then there were explosions." Ze draws a deep breath and blinks at the floor. "I borrowed some Ivan. I think it is helping. Also some Nightcrawler." Hir tail flicks upward and waves when ze mentions that. "If... we just... stay calm, maybe things will be fine." Hangs grab the blanket and pull it closer and tighter around hir. "Thank you... both." "Jesus. Never a dull moment around here, huh? The fucking streets were safer." Just a wry observation from the ginger! Please to be excusing her for her language. Shelby gives Rasa a sharp-eyed once over then appears to accept that ze is stable for the moment. And just in time, she turns back to the pan to discover the steak needs flipping. So she does that. "I always did like his tail...hot," she remarks. "How much Xanax you got, Kris? Could get you some good money for those." Kris shakes her head at Rasa,"They are probably just happy you are okay. Why don't you sit, if it's currently still comfortable for you and let us take care of everything. I can run and grab you a larger blanket, or a fluffy bathrobe if you would feel more comfortable with that." She doesn't really understand this 'borrowing' stuff. As for Shelby, she offers drily,"A lot. But I cannot sell it. I am on thin ice with Homeland Security as it is, and... I do not really need the money, honestly. Are things tight, right now?" She continues mixing, avoiding her usual humming this time around. Rasa settles into a sitting position, taking the suggestion as a command for some reason, wrapping the blanket around hirself tighter and closer, cocoon like. Ze exhales once more and looks up at the pair. "You will not get in trouble for letting Shelby sell your meds. She will get you money you can spend on clothes." Rasa leans against the nearest counter and closes hir eyes. "The tail is the best. Also, not getting sick when he bamfs? Much better. May keep the tail, maybe, if my brain likes it." Shelby slips a crooked smile at Kris. "I got some peeps I know in the city who can move 'em for you," she explains, on the heels of Rasa's own explanation. "Xanax is big right now, the frat kids love that shit. It'd have to wait 'til this weekend though and I'd only take ten percent off whatever they give you." Yeah, so she's discussing drug deals right here in Xavier's kitchen. If the big man is eavesdropping, someone's going to be in a lot of trouble! But either she doesn't care or it doesn't occur to her. She is poking and prodding at the steak like a proper chef. Not long now... "Is he cute on the inside too? I mean, like, in his head? Nice?" Kris shakes her head at Rasa,"It is not that. Really, I do not mind giving you something if you want or need it. I just have neither the desire to make money from it, nor the need for it." A pause, and she asks,"Can you get estradiol valerate? I'm sick of waiting for my oral estrogen to do its work." This has her looking slightly uneasy, but she actually looks hopeful at that. She bites her lower lip and begins to line a muffin pan with paper wrappers,"Professer Wagner is nice, but not my type. I prefer the 'macho' men, like Professor Logan." She gets a swoony look on her face. "I... I am not good with drugs. I might melt. Shelby..." Rasa looks to Shelby for advice instead, mismatched eyes wide and imploring. "Should I?" Ze keeps huddled under hir blanket and twitches a little at the question of 'cute' but takes another deep breath. "I did not stay long. He is very nice, but he was on the verge of collapse, so I just kind of left him be mostly. Logan is." Ze stops and wets hir lips. "Logan is old. So old, but smart, and warm. Like the feeling of alcohol in the back of your throat." "Better not, she might melt," Shelby confirms. "If you need something to sleep, Doc McCoy could probably figure out something that'd work. Don't think I've heard of...what was it? Valerate? I could ask around though if you write the name down. If my dealer doesn't have it, he'll know someone who does and you could swap the Xanax." She falls into silence for a few minutes, busy with the task of sliding the steak out of the pan and onto a plate to deposit in front of Rasa. Hopefully zie likes them medium rare. Then she ventures off to dump the pan in the sink to "soak", while making a face at the mention of Logan--Shelby is abstaining from the love fest! "Once you go blue," she claims, "you never go something something. That rhymes." Kris nods to Rasa, and says,"Perhaps some echinacea tea? It is relaxing, but... not really a drug." She turns on the oven to wait for it to heat, then leans against a counter, and listens,"I like Professor Logan... because he is macho, and because in many ways, we are alike. I see things in his eyes that I recognize. It is not comforting so much as... familiar?" Then she's tearing off a paper towel and finding a pen. She writes something down and offers it to Shelby,"Estradiol valerate. It is injectable estrogen. My endocrinologists says oral is fine, but the injectables work better and faster and there are less long-term cardiovascular and hepatic effects." She watches the oven impatiently,"We can probably arrange something." She rubs the heels of her hands against her eyes,"Maybe: If you only had a clue, you'd have already gone blue?" "Meat for now. When my belly is full, I will sleep." Rasa reaches out and snags the meat on hir plate between two talons and begins the pull at it with the other. The talons are quite sharp and very easily cut into the hot and tender meat. Ze carefully blows on a bite sized chunk before tossing it into hir mouth and chewing carefully. "Mmmmmm. Goood." Ze keeps tearing, leaving the hunks on the plate as ze chews. "Blue is good. Once you go blue, nothing else will do." There. Rhyme. "I would like to be inside him again. It seems very nice, yet fuzzy." More meat is tossed in hir maul, then masticated. Om nom nom. Shelby plucks the makeshift note from Kris' hand and studies it before folding it up to shove in a pocket. "I'll see what I can do. If it's something you can shoot up, /someone/ will have it," she says with a cocky grin. Notice how she is not asking questions? That's right, she's /all street/. With the steak finished, she hooks a stool over and drops down onto it, plopping her chin into cupped hands. "I'd like for him to be in /me/. You seen the way he handles that tail? Holy shit." Kris just stares at them. She'd just put the muffins in the oven when thinks got dicey. So now, she just gawps. With her mouth open. Coughcough. "I... I have no idea what to say... about... any of that." Her face has colored a bright, blushing color. "Omigod." She finally plops down on a stool, and asks,"I don't think about those kinds of things. Sex-things are awkward for me." And, she speculates, Rasa. She just doesn't speculate out loud. "I just see a cute guy, and I feel kinda funny, and then my brain just kinda goes elsewhere." "SEX?" Rasa blinks up at Kris, both eyes wide and human for once. Instead of mottled blue and green with fleshy bits in between, Rasa finally turns all red. "I... I was talking about telepathy." Ze glances to Shelby. "But she was probably talking about sex. She's an expert, you know." Ze tugs hir blanket further up hir head as ze continues to pick at hir food with more regular red hands. "Totally talking about sex," Shelby confirms, with smugface. Kris looks absolutely fascinated. She puts an elbow on her knee after settling her stool, and plops a chin on her hand. She just STARES at Shelby raptly,"An expert? Do you do consultations? Because... I have no idea how sex is actually supposed to... you know... work. For me, that is." Then she throws up her hands,"Oh God. I cannot believe you have me talking about this. Change of subject." She faces Rasa and asks,"HOW WAS YOUR STEAK?" Rasa slurps up the last bit of the steak and flashes those sharp and pointy teeth at Kris, in an approximation of a happy grin. "Delicious. Shelby, you're amazing. You soothe my savage Goblin." With these words, ze retreats further under hir blanket, more shadow than skin seen under the hood of fabric. "Sex is just touching that feels good. You do what feels good." So says the virgin. "If you want advice, I can help out. I'm working on Rasa with it. Like, ze went from auuugh no sex to...yeah." Shelby hooks a thumb towards the roommate in question. See? "Start with rubbing one out whenever you feel like it," she advises. "Just not in the showers 'cause people get bitchy about it." Personal experience? MAYBE SO. With Rasa done with the steak, she nabs the empty plate to cart over to the sink as well. "You should go see McCoy about sleepin', Rasa." Kris just stares at Shelby all over again. Like she literally cannot believe she's having this conversation. She looks between the two, and then 'facepalms' mightily,"The involves touching of the boy-parts, and my boy-parts and I do not have a cordial relationship. I think maybe no-sex IS the answer. How does one even work up the courage to..." She shakes her head and goes to check on the muffins,"If you get some sleep I will bring some muffins to your room later. Shelby, you never did say whether you like chocolate or blueberry or even raspberry and I think they are almost done..." Grateful for a subject change, she still can't help but ask out of morbid curiosity,"How expert ARE you?" Rasa rises slowly and nods hir blanketed head at Shelby. "I will talk to him, but I would rather sleep in my bed. Or with Ivan. with people I know. Not in the dark." Ze gives a polite nod to Kris before trundling in her wrappings toward the lower levels. "I would like a muffin. Maybe tomorrow, if any are left. Thank you for being here. It... has helped." Ze continues moving, quiet. "Good luck." And with that, ze is gone. "You got more than boy parts," Shelby points out. She sits back on the stool and gestures widely, using herself as a demonstration model--neck, chest, ribs, waist. Allllll the parts. "Seriously. You figure out how to touch yourself, you're halfway to knowing how to touch someone else." With that wisdom dispensed, she rises and gives Kris a grin. "I'm not like a professional or anything but I been around. I like 'em both." That appears to be her version of good-bye--well, that and shooting finger guns at Kris, click click--because she's moving after Rasa. No doubt to keep an eye on the roomie, make sure she /does/ go to the medlab. Not that she's worried or anything. Hell no. Kris just stares as the girl uses her body as a lifelike model. STARE. "I'm quite certain I don't know what you mean!" Which means SOMEONE'S probably going to be making some noise later when the room is mostly empty. "I'll bring you some cupcake by later! Thank you for the... uh... advice!" And then she's bustling about baking. Baking will take her mind off of THAT WHICH MUST NOT BE CONSIDERED. "This school is absolutely insane. Insane."