ArchivedLogs:Unheard

Unheard
Dramatis Personae Jack, Lyric
In Absentia	2014-12-16 '
Location <XS> Workshop
A large barn-like building situated at the far end of the gardens from the mansion proper, this makerspace functions as a classroom for many of the more hands-on classes. An expanse of workshop space, it is subdivided into smaller segments for the different types of activities: Woodshop, Welding shop, Machine shop, Electronics, Bike shop, Screen Printing and Photography, Fabric Arts, and the Rapid Prototyping Lab with a trio of 3D printers. The space comes complete with a large host of tools available for use, although many of the more dangerous require prior clearance from administration to use -- students with appropriate clearance to use them can gain access to locked equipment with their student IDs. From sanders to MIG/TIG welders to soldering stations to industrial sewing machines to its own darkroom, though, this space is well equipped for teaching students how to /make/. It's quiet in here, just now. Much of the school is off at dinner -- over in the Great Hall it's probably loud, raucous, boisterous-warm. In here many of the lights are off or low -- it makes it hard to discern a /lot/ of the gadgetry in here, but makes it that much more obvious the one section of the workshop that is currently occupied. The rhythmic whirr of a sewing machine is chugging along steadily, currently piloted by one slim girl in colorful dress. Long mint-green linen pants with intricate purple embroidery down the sides, a long-sleeved deep purple kurta, also embroidered with spiraling vinework in which mirrorwork glitters bright, a pale green headscarf wound and tucked neatly over her head and beneath her chin. Sweater currently discarded on a seat beside her own. The cloth beneath her fingers is blue-on-darker-blue, her eyes focused downwards. One foot is on the sewing machine's pedal; the other taps a steady rhythm on the floor, as if keeping time to some unheard song. Jack had been at dinner in the hall with many of the others. He wasn't as loud but he'd enjoyed the meal and meeting new people. During one of the conversations it had been suggested he should check out the Workshop sometime. Since he didn't want to go back to studying and refreshing himself for those placement tests he had to take, he elected to take a little trip outside and check out the place. Some of the people he was eating with said there'd probably be people out there and Jack did want to keep meeting some new people. Dressed in jeans and an Xavier School sweat shirt, the invisible mutant looks around curiously as he steps inside. The sound of the machine draws his attention easily and he steps further into the room. "Uh, hi. Looks like I found the workshop." There's -- no response to this, from the girl with the sewing machine. Lyric's tapping doesn't break in its steady beat, her eyes still fixed on her work, neat and even as she lets the cloth feed through. It looks like it might be turning into a tunic of some kind, similar in its long-cut design to the one she's wearing now. There's a very small smile on her face at the rows of neat tiny stitches but /Jack's/ words may well have been nothing; she ignores those entirely. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Jack stares for a moment as he gets no reaction out of the gitl at the machine and lets the hand he had been lifting to wave drop down to his side. He stands there for a moment before guessing he may have just not been heard and shrugging it off. Stepping further into the workshop, he's careful to avoid walking into things. "Sorry if I'm interrupting," he goes on. "That looks pretty nice. What're you making?" the invisible one asks as he gets closer and gets a look at what Lyric is working on. There's still no response from Lyric, continuing to ignore the first apology. It's only when Jack steps closer to look at what she's working on that she looks up, startling abruptly with a small squeak, chair scraping back and her work snarling up before the machine grinds to a stop. Her eyes widen as she looks up at Jack, cheeks puffing out and her hand moving to her heart as though to calm its racing. She exhales heavily, a shaky-uncertain laugh as she offers him a nervous smile. Then a puzzled-curious look, tipping forward onto her toes to peer closer at his -- lack of face. Blink? Jack jumps as well when Lyric is startled. He wasn't expecting that. When he calms down, Jack winces a bit and looks as apologetic as a set of floating clothes can. "Sorry about that," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. He stands there awkwardly as he's examined. "So...hi. I'm Jack." Lyric's head tips from one side to the other, still puzzled-curious for a moment. She drops back to her heels, circling halfway around Jack uncertainly, then back to the front. Her teeth scrape against her lip, mouth pursing and twisting to the side. Brows furrowing inward. His words are once more ignored, through all this inspection; it's only after she finally returns to her seat (still wearing a puzzled expression) that she raises a tentative hand, curling it in a wave hello. Jack is getting to be puzzled himself. He watches as Lyric circles him, looking down at himself to make sure he didn't get anything stuck to him. "Uhh..." he trailed off. "Please tell me I didn't suddenly become unhearable as well as invisible," he murmured, shivering slightly at the thought. When waved to, Jack shrugs and lifts a hand to wave his sleeve. "Yeah, hi." Perhaps that's exactly what /did/ happen, because Lyric's frown isn't leaving. She shakes her head, hands turning up and over as one finger taps at her ear. She gestures to Jack's invisible hand next, hand turning upward like -- what? Her own hand lifts. In DEMONSTRATION. See? Have a hand. Right there. Jack's head tilts to the side slowly. He bitees his lip as he watches and tries to make sense of Lyric's gestures. Eventually he makes a frustrated noise and reaches out to offer his hand. It's unseen but if Lyric wants to see if it's really there, he's offering. Lyric does reach for the hand when it is offered, kind of -- turning it over. Then over again. But just /frowning/ when it fails to appear, her own sharp exhale frustrated as well. She throws her hands upward, head shaking as she sits heavily back down in her seat. One fist circles against her heart, and then she turns her attention to untangling the snarl of her sewing. Jack just frowns as his hand is turned over and it only gets worse at that frustrated noise. "Yeah, the invisible thing doesn't turn off," he says, a bit of irritation in his voice. He takes a breath to try to push that irritation down. He's just puzzled by the circling gesture and shrugs. "This is...going nowhere..." he trails off, glancing towards the door as if it might suddenly provide some helpful answer. Once more, Jack's words get exactly zero by way of response. He may as well not have said anything; Lyric doesn't seem to notice or answer, at least, not much; just rubs fist against heart again and then returns to setting her work in order, attention turning back to it and not to Jack. Jack lingers on the spot for a few moments before sighing and letting his shoulders slump. "I'll just go..." he trails off awkwardly. "Nice uh...meeting you...I guess," he adds, starting to head out of the room. He'll check the room out later. Right now he needs to make sure he hasn't become silent as well as invisible. It's a fear of his.