etrayalogs | (closed) i need another hour of sleep

WHO: sophie, quentin, magik, scott, clive, kell-el
WHEN: ... august. for sure.
WHERE: corrine's cafe
WHAT: sophie is trying to connect some of her friends for mutual benefit.
NOTES\WARNINGS: if something comes up, it will be noted in the subject line.

(Look. Last mission? Complete disaster. Some got possessed, some got fucked up, some got kidnapped and experimented, some were left to their own devices, some were late arrivals. Reasons for this meeting include: extra layer of protection, as for some here are inexperienced, squishy, or both, and to keep a good eye on Sophie's dear OP friends, just in case some crazy shit happens again. Either way, everyone wins, right? Mission information through different networks, access to different powers on both sides, everyone wins.

And hopefully some of us fucking chill. Cough, Quentin, cough.

Corrine's Cafe is chill enough, although the fact she can't quite place the songs that are playing doesn't make her particularly happy, her eyebrows furrowing as she taps her finger on the table trying to figure out what damn Spice Girls-ish song is playing right now. Not like she knows all of them by heart or anything and this is not bothering her at all, her eyebrows are nearly pinched together because that's her neutral expression, absolutely.

At least she's distracted while they wait. Tap, tap, tap.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Yep, his foot successfully connects, and she straightens, turning and shooting him a betrayed look. The disrespect. She is shocked.

Okay, maybe she's not really shocked, but she sure is feigning it. And hey, maybe this is a lesson in the fact that Illyana is never normal.]

Is that what you call sitting? Who taught manners at your version of the school? Logan?

[He still isn't even the least bit sorry as she sends him that betrayed look. Even if she didn't call him a shrimp that one time, Scott's already decided that this is the way they're going to communicate. Maybe because a small part of him prefers this compared to those expectant looks that he once received in the past.]

Yep. [He pops the 'p' in that, with Scott making no movements to move still. In fact, he just slides his hands underneath his head.] And sure, this is all Logan's fault.

[He has no idea who that is, but he can take the blame.]

[She doesn't mind, really. He's not her Scott, and maybe her own experiences with her brother have given her personal insight on how terrible it can be to feel that you're always being measured up to another version of yourself. Whatever their relationship will be, it'll have to start from the basics. Well, mostly. Maybe it's only fair that she fill him in on certain things about herself at some point. After all, she knows some inherent things about him without asking - like his powers, for instance.

But right now, she has a seating problem to solve. Rather than try to push him out of the way again, she shifts back, as though about to sit. This time, though, she hovers just above his legs, crossing her own as she floats about six inches above him. There's subtle "I'm not touching you" energy going on here.]

You did go to Xavier's school, right?

[Squints. Wait, is she hovering?? Yeah, she sure is, because of course. Feels like most of the mutants around here can fly and shit, so why not her too?? He's just the lucky asshole that can't do any of those things. Humph.

He considers kicking her again, but he refrains. This time. Just too much effort to lift his leg that much.]

Doesn't everybody? [He snorts.]

[Small mercies.]

Who knows? Maybe you went rogue, hunting polar bears for dinner with your laser vision in the wilds of the arctic or something.

[. . .]

Wow, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Congratulations. But in case you didn't hear, I was only there for a couple of days before I found myself in this world.

[New mutant here, at least if you exclude the months that he's been in Etraya now. Scott doesn't think it matters too much though, it's not like things are going to change forever when he gets back home-- he doubts it anyway. Even if he is supposed to be 'Cyclops.' Maybe it won't even happen to him, everyone keeps saying how nice his world is in comparison.]

Have you ever heard of jokes, Slim? I literally grew up in hell, and I've got a better sense of humor.

[And yes, she's testing to see if he hates that nickname as much as her Scott does, maybe.]

[He doesn't react too much to that nickname, mostly because he's heard it before. It still feels better than Cyclops at least.]

Yeah I've heard of jokes, it's just yours failed so bad that it's hard to count it as one. [......] And literally. You grew up in hell.

[Just disbelief.]

Mm.

[Probably not the best time for a whole rundown, but she isn't shy about discussing it in general, really. As traumatic as it was, the broad strokes of it are just reality for her. It often feels worse to keep from making jokes or references, in an odd way, like being ashamed of something she had no control over.]

One of the hell dimensions. Most of us had weird childhoods, right?

[Wait, she's actually serious, isn't she? ...Uh, wow?? Guess now he can confirm that hell exists, okay. Although why did she grow up there in the first place?? He has so many questions.]

Yeah, sure. Maybe growing up in fucking Ohio is hell in some ways.

[But really, he's not going to try and pretend that his childhood was as weird as hers. Then again, other mutants living a fucking awful life seems to be the norm, at least in that other reality. The Shit Reality it seems like. A small grunt leaves him.]

Maybe Sophie hasn't mentioned this to you, but I'm from a universe where things haven't gone to shit.

(closed) i need another hour of sleep

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject