11538/A Mixed-Up Kind Of Day

A Mixed-Up Kind Of Day
Date of Scene:	24 May 2020
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	And the day gets frustrating.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Cannonball, SpyderByte

Nightingale has posed:
When life gives most people lemons, they make lemonade. When life deals a certain winged healer-in-training a crappy hand, she heads for the kitchen. At the moment, Shannon is in her long black t-shirt with the pink sequined heart dead center, black leggings, and her floofy sheepdog slippers. Her hair's pulled back in a ponytail, and it looks as if she's made a parchment paper cone to pipe out some sort of meringue onto parchment-lined baking sheets. What could she be up to?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking into the kitchen having just did his run and came back in showered. He is now coming down to grab something to drink and maybe a snack depends on what he can find.

Nightingale has posed:
There are a few oaths uttered under Shannon's breath as she fouls up one of the meringue-type cookies, having to scrape that part of the pan clean and make another one. As she glances up she sees Sam, extending one wing in something of a wave. "Hi..." Her voice falls a little bit flat. Oh, dear.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "Hey now, don't take misshaped cookies bad, they still taste good most of the time.

Nightingale has posed:
"Yeah, normally, but this is something miss Grey challenged me to try making, so I want to get it right." She lets out a bit of a sigh, her wings beginning to droop. "Besides," she adds. "It's better than thinking of some other things at the moment. Even if one kind of huge good thing happened today, too."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder, and says "Whats wrong kiddo?" He will ask her looking over her shoulder to see what she is making.

Nightingale has posed:
"Some things wrong, one major thing right." On the pan in front of Shannon are what look like round drops of meringue that smell richly of vanilla, even bearing the tell-tale flecks of the real stuff. "Those will be macarons when they're done, I hope. I was talking with miss Grey the other day and found out those are her favorites."

Here, though, she purses her lips, debating where to begin. "I don't think I'll be seeing Josiah any more," she begins, cautiously. "There's just too much little stuff that's raising flags, plus he was playing both Megan and I and almost had us at each other's throats." A grimace mars her features. "And let's just say there was one time he suggested getting fresh, but I refused to go along with it."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit to this and says "Really now?" He frowns a bit and days "So, how did you and Megan find it out?"

Nightingale has posed:
"He hasn't exactly been subtle about it, for one. For another, we talked things out a couple hours ago, cleared the air and everything. Both of us want to keep our distance." She turns to put the baking pans in the oven, closing the door and setting the timer. "Sucked to have to have that kind of talk, but at least it's done and over with, and we're both on our guard."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "Ok, well, Ah probably should ask, how he took it and do ya need help hiding the body." He rubs her back trying to get her to chuckle.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a bit of a smile. "I haven't had a talk with him yet. Truthfully, I've kind of mostly been avoiding him the past couple days. Yesterday was the straw that broke the camel's back. He was talking up an exotic dancer in Bushwick at a cookout he was helping with, and she didn't look too comfortable."

The backrub does help a little bit, and she smiles somewhat. "But there was one very, /VERY/ good thing this morning. For example... would you be able to tell I wound up needing to heal someone in Salem Center this morning?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head and looks her over and says "Were ya able to stop or did it not hurt ya as bad?

Nightingale has posed:
"That's just it. It didn't hurt me /at all/." Though somewhat bewildered by the thought of the whole thing, there is definitely something of a smile appearing on her face. "I don't know how consistently I can do that yet. But... yeah, that was part of the talk with miss Grey. She's looking into ways to help, but... I don't know, it was just... it surprised the heck out of me."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well it sounds like your practice has been paying off." He leans in kissing the top of her head "When you and Megan have talked to Josh I would like to know."

Nightingale has posed:
"You'll have to ask her about hers... but oh man, I am not looking forward to this talk with him at all. There /have/ been some happy moments, I won't lie. But... just too much was not adding up right." Shaking her head, Shannon just goes quiet for a moment or three.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well Ah will be honest, Ah plan on talking to him but should be after both of you have, might be easier if ya do it togehter, might be harder aint sure"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon furrows her brows in thought, and shrugs, ruffling her wings. "I'm not sure how to handle this one. It'll be the first time I've broken up with someone instead of the other way around." Yeah, no, this was not going to be fun. "Well, at least I'll be able to bring some good news to miss Grey later on, along with the macarons."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Yea, Ah aint the best to work on that either my own were either mutual or just drifting apart really

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shrugs, and smiles. "Well... at least it made my choice of which way to go a lot easier. I wasn't sure which boy I liked, but this made it pretty darn clear." Wings and all, she pulls Sam into a big hug. "Please tell me you've been having a better day, at least?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and hugs her back "More just an average day nothing like break up news, but no new cool power news either." He offers a grin

Nightingale has posed:
Nodding, Shannon smiles and turns to pull the pan out of the oven as the timer goes off. "Fingers crossed, let's hope this batch turned out decently..." By some miracle, the cookies have actually turned out pale golden as they were meant to do. "Finally! I just might be able to bring these to miss Grey tonight."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks and luckily Sam knows they are to hot to grab one but he does joke like he is.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grabs a spatula and playfully taps the back of Sam's hand. "Oi! At least wait till I get the sandwiches assembled with the buttercream frosting in the center! Tu es un grand cochon!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "Oh now I am a grand canoe?" Je asls and will move to have a seat.

SpyderByte has posed:
There has been an influx of new students this week, and Jeremy is one of them. Since his arrival earlier, he hasn't poked his head much out of his room, save for a trip to the computer lab in which he holed himself up for an hour or two. Now, the young man is making his way into the kitchen, slowly, clutching a backpack against one shoulder and his phone in one hand. The way he moves is skittish, like a frightened, whipped dog who is too scared to make eye contact with anything.

He eases himself into the kitchen, spying the pair. One he recognzies, the other he doesn't. He doesn't make a sound as he inches his way over to the fridge, cracking it open very so slightly to peek in at the contents. It's a huge fridge. So much food. He considers, then reaches for a cheese stick, then tapes a dollar bill to the front of the fridge. He's paying for it?

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grumbles and chuckles. "No, you are a big PIG, getting into these before I have a chance to finish them for miss Grey!" Shannon and Sam are chattering away in the kitchen, with the former putting some pale gold meringue cookies onto a cooling rack. The rich smell of sweet vanilla fills the kitchen, uplifting and soothing at the same time.

Turning towards the doorway, she smiles, extending one wing in something akin to a wave. The dollar taped to the door of the fridge has her raising her eyebrow slightly. "Hi, Jeremy. It's okay, there's food enough here for everyone without having to pay."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Ah Jeremy Statton, a pleasure to meet you Ah am Sam Guthrie, Ah had hoped to meet you soon, and yea, unless something has a label on it, it is free game, except the booze, one you gotta be old enough to drink, and two the candian beer is Logans.

SpyderByte has posed:
The young man freezes as the voices are directed towards him. The cheese stick gets shoved into his oversized hoodie pocket. His body and posture reeks of submission as his black painted hair hangs in front of his face in a messy, unkempt manner.

Ping: Both of their cell phones go off with a message bubble, no phone number attached.

<>

As the message pops up on to their phone, he himself isn't talking, or making a sound. He continues to keep his eyes staring at the floor, pulling his hoodie closer into himself as if to disappear into it.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's phone will ring and he pulls it out to look at it, as Shannon has to go handle something. "Well think of it sorta as school lunch comes alone with the package of being a student here."

SpyderByte has posed:
<>

Jeremy slides his hands into the deep sleeves of his hoodie, wrapping them about his stomach. He has a hunched over position, as if he was turtling up within himself.

<< Do you teach here, Mister Guthrie? >>

The next message pings, green text, a blinking spider for the cursor.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie motions to the table "Please come have a seat, and I teach a bit but am more here as an advisor, and someone who has been where you are. If your wanting to pay for stuff just try your best, and that's part of it, also when you have chores assigned do them. Also please call me Sam. There is a chance of a few Sams around but more Guthries than Sams usually.

SpyderByte has posed:
Glancing over to the table, Jeremy starts his way over towards it on quick, head ducked steps. Wherever Sam sits, he takes the farther, opposite end of it. He slumps down slowly into the seat, shifting his backpack to settle between his knees. His hands fold in front of him, his phone clutched between his fingers.

He stares at his hands, instead of anywhere else, his body slowly folding within itself as if he was trying to curl up into a small ball.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the young man and says "Your not in trouble, or anything I was hoping you might be willing to tell me a bit about yourself.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< What do you want to know about me? >>

Jeremy gives his phone another squeeze, a bit tighter as his knuckles bleed white for a moment before he forces himself to relax. He reaches up to draw his hoodie back, revealing the rest of his shaggy black dyed hair with dark brown roots. He probably needed a haircut two months ago.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the other and says "Well I know a little about you, know ya name, your powers, and where you were met to get the pitch about the school. How about telling em some things you enjoy?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<>

His text messages lack any type of emotion or empathy. They are direct. Very direct. He blows some hair away from his face, though it falls right back into his eyes again anyways. He gives a few twitches at times, followed by a light scratching at the side of his neck.

His hand moves to his large hoodie pocket, taking out an orange bottle of pills and he screws the top off to put a pill between his lips, sucking it down with a dry swallow.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Not even something like reading? I am a bit of a sci fi nut myself. " He will tell him. "Would ya like something to drink we have water tea, juice, about half the none sodas to man.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I spend almost all of my day connected to the world's network, cataloguing the atrocities that multiple layers of government plot to bring our species to extinction. I recently watched an entire family in Russia get beheaded by their own government in an attempt to set up a neighboring country to bargain their senate for more military funding. >>

The body of Jeremy grows rigid as he glances off to the side.

<< I bury myself into the deepest parts of the web, making my way through the cracks to find intel that I can feed into the public and expose their crimes. It's why I was arrested a few years back. I was sloppy. I do not consider it a hobby, but my life's mission. I spend most of my day watching through cameras, recording horrific acts. >>

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and nods his head a bit and says "Well, I will tell ya this Jeremy, I have known a few technopaths, and a fellow who might as well have been with his ability with computers. You sound like you have a good goal, but you need to find some time for something you enjoy, your bringing a lot of dark in, you need to find some light to bring in.

SpyderByte has posed:
There is a weak shrug from Jeremy's shoulders as he pulls his cheese stick out of his pocket. He unpeels it and takes a small bite, as if he was trying to make it last.

<< Maybe one day. >>

The text as usual, direct. No highs or lows. It's hard to get a read on any emotional level that he may possess. He just continues to stare at his hands, including his cell phone.

Nightingale has posed:
Slipping back into the kitchen, Shannon just chuckles a little bit and grins sheepishly. "Needed the dairy after healing someone today but oof, sure didn't need the rest." Stopping to listen to part of the conversation, her brows furrow slightly. It sounded so much like the other Sam, in its way. But she also knew better than to push the matter, so she moved on to a universal topic, with a bit of a smile to both gentlemen. "You know, big brother, I don't think there's been a chance yet to introduce Jeremy to the rapture on a plate that is your fried chicken," she says, with a grin over at Sam.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Ah can probably do some of it tomorrow for sunday dinner." He tells Shannon. He looks over to Jeremy, and says "Ok, no insult ment by this but with your powers, you may not have had much reason to have to, but can you write by hand?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Yes. I have a 4.1 GPA currently at my old school. I am enrolled in college level sciences and English. >>

The message pings again along their phones as he takes another nip of his cheese stick.

<> Well, that's positive at least.

Nightingale has posed:
"And don't forget math. Though quadratic equations are still a pain in the ass." Shannon giggles softly as she looks over to Jeremy, then back down at her phone as it buzzes again. Score. "Well, let me tell you, there's chicken, and then there's /chicken/. And you haven't had the good stuff till you've tried Sam's fried chicken. If you enjoy mac 'n cheese, I could make some of that to go with it."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well technically it is still not quite up to ma's but it is her recipe." He grins a bit, and says "Ok, going to give you an assignment for the next month, I want you to read a different genre of book each week and write me a report on it."

SpyderByte has posed:
There is a frown upon Jeremy's face, his hands worming their way around the cell phone.

<>

There is another ping from his phone.

<< At the rate that I digest data, I could have the project done before I go to bed tonight. It would not be a challenge and I would look at it analytically. If I am being forced to read for educational purposes, then I would approach it as a project. >>

There is a soft sigh from the young mutant as he curls up within himself.

<>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon gently rests her hand on Sam's shoulder and gives a slight shake of her head. She glances over at Jeremy, tilting her head and thinking for a moment. "I was thinking of maybe putting together a movie night sometime," she muses. "Do you have any favorites you'd like to see on the play list?" No project, just... normal.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the young man and says "The writing is an assignment to help me gauge what you need to learn, and I want you to read each book as a paper book online and write your report by hand. You will learn how to be a better person while here I hope, how to use your abilities more effectively and many things. "I have known mutants, robotic aliens, and many different type of people. Synthetic, flesh and blood, or cement and water, I would give you the same assignment.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< The project that you are assigning to me serves no purpose outside of making me uncomfortable. Reading Shakespere or Dylan Thomas or JK Rowlings will not make me a /better/ person, nor will it give me any insight to who I am when I have spent years dissecting who I am. It is busy work. I did not come here to be a better person. That would make the assumption that I am not a good person or that I am a broken person, or that I am a person who is in need of saving, or improvement >>

The eyes of Jeremy lift upwards, peering out from behind the wave of black hair.

<< My weaknesses is the inability to socialize on a functional level, or understand people due to a lack of empathy that I am not capable of utilizing. A better assignment would be to seek out three people and attempt to befriend them by forcing me out of my comfort zone. To learn about real people and to try and crawl out of this shell I have buried myself in due to the years of physical and psychological abuse I have endured at the hands of my peers and my time in Juvenile Hall where I was mutilated and beaten to an inch of my life all because I am weak and unable to communicate effectively in a verbal manner. >>

Pushing himself upwards slowly, he drags his bag up and slowly pulls it over his shoulder.

<>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shoots a positively dirty look at Sam, and shakes her head very emphatically this time. Her wings begin to spread out, her feathers ruffling. "Look. Big bro, I know you mean well, but this time I think you're dead wrong trying to put that assignment to him. Just give him a chance to /be/. Not this written assignment bullcrap." She pinches the bridge of her nose and just shakes her head. Never had she bitten off Sam's head quite like that, and certainly not in front of anyone. She takes several deep breaths, forcing herself to relax, and allowing her wings to settle back into place. "He's telling us point blank what he needs. Maybe we should listen to him."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to them both, and will stand "You can both now do the assignment, and on different books." He looks to them both and says "You come here to learn, we are a school,, and you will learn what you want but you will also do the assignments your told. You said you had a 4.5 at your normal school, but when one of your advisors tells you to do something you believe you know better, and your going to basically tell them no? If you know what you need to do, then do that, but when I give you an assignment, I expect it done and do not expect my reasons for it questioned by students.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Incorrect, you are not my assigned advisor, and you stated yourself that you are not a certified instructor here. >>

Jeremy's messages ping across the devices.

<< You told me everything I needed to know about you in the first thirty seconds of our engagement, and thus I have already assessed the limited amount of actual control you have over me. You are not a member of this faculty. You are not assigned to any of my courses. >>

There is a slow glance over towards Shannon, reaching back to tug his hoodie over his head once more as his bag is clutched tighter.

"Th.. iisss.. w.. waaa... ssss... a-a-a.. m..uh.. sssss.. MISTAKE." The word comes out sharply as he struggles to tug the words out of his throat.

<>

He starts out of the kitchen, looping his other arm into the strap of his bag, tightening it against him as he drags his feet out, softly mumbling to himself as he wrings his hands together.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon's wings just spread all the wider, her frown turning into a black scowl. It was also directed at the last person she thought she would ever turn such an expression on. "Samuel Zachary Guthrie, for the first time since I've known you, as much as I love you and always will, I think I'm well and truly pissed off at you. Damn it, I know you mean well with the assignments and all, but if all you're going to do is beat him over the head with it, then what good is that going to do in the end? Okay, I'm no teacher. I'm younger than you, like your kid sister, and just a student. But I think you just made a serious mistake here."

Briefly, she hugs Sam, but then turns on her heel and storms out, going after Jeremy. "If you're taking a walk, Jeremy, mind if I join you for a little while?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head a bit at the kid, and Shannon, he does hug them, but he lets them go. He will get one of the telepaths make sure the kid does not run off, but he will have a talk with the higher ups on this one.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< No thank you. >> The message pings on Shannon's phone as Jeremy makes his way, dragging himself through the entry way and into the main foyer. He will eventually make his way to his room, where he will plug in for the rest of the night.

11538/A Mixed-Up Kind Of Day

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