12161/Friday morning. Last weekend of freedom

Friday morning. Last weekend of freedom
Date of Scene:	11 September 2020
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Some of the students meet in the rec room to hang out on an early Friday.
Cast of Characters:	SpyderByte, Nightingale, Mia Renault

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SpyderByte has posed:
It's Friday. Friday! Gotta get down on Fri-- stoppit, Jeremy. Get that out of your head. The young Goth Technopath is currently sitting on the couch by himself with his laptop over his knees. As usual he is decked out in his long black t-shirt, a pair of black jeans with multiple chains hanging off them, and a black zipup hoodie. Next to him is a large cannister of coffee and a half devoured bagel.

As his fingers tap along the keys at a quick pace, his eyes are tuned in upon the screen, most likely missing the coming and goings of his fellow students who rarely pay him much attention. The TV was left on to some random cartoon from a younger student, provding a bit of background noise, though not enough to chase away Rebecca Black's famous song that crept up out of no where to torment him.

As the windows flicker like static along his laptop screen, they blur one after the other as he slowly blinks his eyes, searching, digging, falling down rabbit holes. Someone probably needs to give him a good jostle to tug him out of it before he finds himself messing around with something he shouldn't.

Nightingale has posed:
     It was the last Friday of freedom, and Shannon was taking full advantage of it, going right back to sleep after her customary early morning run. It might have meant missing the initial breakfast rush in the dining hall, but so what? There would be plenty of early mornings ahead. So it is no surprise when she shuffles into the rec room in black leggings, a long black t-shirt with a giant pink sequin heart dead center, and black socks. The smell of French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage links precedes her, wafted along from the rather hefty-looking plate full in her hands. Flopping down on the couch, she smiles over to Jeremy, leaning over for a light shoulder-bump. "Hey you."

Mia Renault has posed:
Mia walks, or perhaps meanders, almost shuffling in to the rec room area. Smartphone in hand, on of the new models from Samsung. She is pointing it in to the air like some kind of dousing rod - swaying this way, then that. A shuffle in that direction, two in the other. "I so need a better provider...." she mutters to no one in particular.

Mia is fully dressed, even at this early hour. Jeans, shredded here and there. A faded black to pink t-shirt knotted at one hip, belly piercing and waist chain visible. Well worn hiking boots, ankle length, laces undone. She's come to a complete stop just a few feet in to the entrance, phone upheld like some kind of offering to a deity.

SpyderByte has posed:
The shoulder bump causes Jeremy to snap back to reality, (oops, there goes gravity), and he jerks his head upwards quickly. He gives a quick blink, followed by a shake of his head as if to clear away the 1's and 0's that float around him once he disconnects from 'The Matrix'. Taking his phone and holding it in his hands, the digital voice comes out of the speakers.

<< Hello Shannon! Good morning. Are you excited about class on Monday? I am. I can't wait to start my senior year. >>

The voice, though mechanical, is finally starting to show some emotion and vocal inflections as the young goth tools with the software at times. He blows some black hair away from his eyes, so shaggy and in need of a cut.

The new girl on campus walks into the room, holding her phone up like a lighter at a concert. He stares at her for a few moments as her phone suddenly surges with signal, full bars! There is a small smile that tugs at the corners of his lips.

Nightingale has posed:
     Smiling at Jeremy, Shannon just nods. "Got a pretty good course load this semester, but it'll be worth it. Plus, a new challenge from Miss Grey." Rolling her eyes, she just chuckles, digging into her late breakfast with gusto. "I joked with her about it being impossible to surprise her at Christmas, so she took it as a challenge. I mean, how the heck am I going to pull one over on one of the strongest telepaths going? But enough about that... what about you? Looking forward to classes?"

     A wild Mia appears! And this is not someone in Shannon's pokedex, the girl's face a completely unfamiliar one. Ruffling her wings behind her, she cants her head to the side, trying not to smile -too- much. "What provider do you have?"

Mia Renault has posed:
Mia Renault says, "Hell yeah...." A big smile spreading across her mouth as she quickly swipes down and jabs at the update button. Now, however, she freezes, unwilling to move from the sweet spot - both hands still holding the phone exactly where it caught the best signal.

Well, she figures her head can probably move. Glancing towards the two on the couch, trying her best not to react too strongly - and mostly successful. "T-Mobile?" The tone is more of a statement with just the slight connotation of a question, though more in the manner of "... what kind of question is that... everyone uses T-Mobile...." The accent is also foreign and likely French."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I fixed your phone. You don't have to stand there. You just needed to be added to the secure and encrypted channels that we have here in the school. That way any text message or email you sent is secure and can't be caught. We have signal dampeners around campus to ensure that outside forces don't find out that we're a school of mutants. I got to help Miss Grey update their potential. It was really fun. >>

The voice comes out of his phone and not his mouth as he isn't even moving his lips. He's just sitting there with a big, dopey grin on his face. Almost childish. He leans in to bump his shoulder against Shannon's again. << My name is Jeremy, this is Shannon. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, at least that's a step up from Verizon." Shannon chuckles and smiles, motioning to the couch and the beanbags scattered about nearby as introductions are made. "Come join us? I kind of went a little nuts in the kitchen, might have made a bit too much breakfast. Probably plenty for all three of us, if you're hungry?" One wing extends around behind Jeremy, in lieu of a hug, the winged teen smiling at him with pride. "So that's what's been keeping you busy, huh, Jer?"

Mia Renault has posed:
Mia Renault lowers her phone, keeping a skeptical eye on it. Seeing that the signal is holding and the updates are continuing, Mia decides problem solved and unglues herself from the spot she had claimed. Looking between the two, or three of them: Jeremy, Shannon and Jeremy's phone, she decides on a bean bag and flops on to it, an almost silent wuff escaping her mouth, it being harder than she expected.

Adjusting herself to a better position, she shakes her head, "No, thank you. Already ate." Pointing at Jeremy's phone with her own, she candidly asks, "That the only way you can talk?" She still isn't sure which one to look at, Jeremy or his phone, but she doesn't seemed concerned about it, either.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I have a really bad stutter and it's hard for people to understand me, and I get really frustrated and embarrassed. I am a technopath. My powers allow me to have a conversation with any network based device and take control over it. So, I augmented my phone to speak for me as I think to it. Was a fun project. >>

Jeremy twirls his phone about in his fingers slowly, giving it a firm squeeze at times as if it was a security blanket. He huffs out some more hair away from his face.

<< But, yes, the project with Miss Grey kept me busy for an afternoon. I am just excited to start classes now that summer is over and then apply to colleges. I was thinking of attending the local MIT in the area. >>

Giving a small bounce on the cushion of the seat, he leans into the wing wrapped about him for a moment. He rubs the back of his neck for a moment as he glances over to Shannon. << I'll eat in a bit. I had my bagel earlier. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     A wistful smile tugs Shannon's lips upwards, at the mention of MIT. "Friend of mine from here's going to MIT now," she says, nibbling away on her breakfast. "Funny, he's also a technopath. I bet you'd do well there, it'd be like being in a candy store to you."

     Inclining her head towards Mia, she smiles. There was something familiar about that accent. Taking a chance, she seems to think for a moment, before speaking, a little hesitant in her words, but her pronunciation is fairly decent. "Bienvenue a l'ecole. Je n'ai pas entendu votre nom, mademoiselle ...?"

Mia Renault has posed:
Mia Renault shrugs, smiling briefly before she pursing her lips, "Je n'ai pas donné mon nom, mais c'est Mia." Checking her phone briefly to make sure all is still on schedule, she scoots forwards on the bean bag chair, sitting more on the edge, feet on the ground.

Continuing in English, she looks between the two of you, "Technopath..." Opening her mouth several times, nothing ever comes out, apparently a lot of questions but not quite sure how to pose them. Finally she decides on one, "So... everyone here is a..." she combines a shrug with a wr smile and a extended shrug of her shoulders, "....'something'path?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Shannon is a healer. I don't thinks he has path at the end of her power list. Healingpath? >>

There's a childish giggle from Jeremy as he shrugs his shoulders upwards. Closing the lid to his laptop, he slides it into his bag. As he listens to them speak French, he squints his eyes, most likely translating the language through his phone on the fly so that he can keep up with the conversation. << What about you? What can you do? >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "That's a lovely name. Mia." Shannon smiles, and shrugs. "Not sure there's a 'path for my gifts. I heal, and I fly. It's not an easy gift to live with. I heal by touch. Most times, it winds up with me absorbing someone's injuries as if they were my own. But I also heal fairly quickly, so it works out. When I first got here, Josh managed to teach me to use my gift more as a diagnostic tool, instead of taking on someone's injury. It's been helpful a few times that way."

     Glancing over at Jeremy, she smiles somewhat. "Got to field this idea to miss Grey and Mr. Summers, but I'm considering studying for my EMT certification, probably starting in February if they go for the idea. Figure the skill set can't hurt to know. What about you? What's your gift?"

Mia Renault has posed:
Mia Renault discards the completely serious face she was putting on to start the joke she had planned and settles back in to the bean bag chair with a long sigh. "Gift....." She looks around as if looking for a way to possibly display it, almost immediately discarding every choice.

Clearing her throat, "I am....dangerous." She scoots forwards, and lowers her voice, "I am actually a Mossad spy, or a spy has me under the Imperius curse." She looks pointedly at Jeremy and then her phone, "And he thanks you very much for giving him secure access to your School's servers."

Her face twists this way and that as she attempts to keep it straight but breaks up in to giggles. "No, seriously.... I am a TK. Sort of. Maybe."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< We are all dangerous. I am probably one of the most dangerous mutants in the world. >>

Jeremy is blunt as always as he gives his phone another squeeze. He shrugs his lanky shoulders upwards again.

<< But we are only as dangerous as we allow ourselves to be. I have a soul and I have morals and values. I promise not to destroy the entire world. I told Miss Grey I wouldn't. >>

He straightens up some, raking his fingers through the back of his hair a bit in his usual nervous ticks.

<< Can you show us what you can do? >>

Nightingale has posed:
     Nodding in agreement with Jeremy, Shannon turns to look at Mia, brows flicking upwards briefly. "You don't have to show us, but we're pretty curious anyways. There's other TK's around here. Miss Grey is one." She settles back to observe, smiling at them both.

Mia Renault has posed:
Mia Renault leans back and withdraws a US penny from one of the front pockets of her jeans. Looking seriously at Jeremy she palms it. "Maybe." Continuing to shift it about in her closed hand, fingers clenching ever tighter as if making sure there is no way for it to escape. "This is probably a very bad idea..."

Holding her fist out in front of her, there is a low reverberating 'THUD' - almost felt, more then heard. Maybe a glimmer of light from the seams of her first and a brief fractal shimmering around her hand as if an invisible mirror were shattering.

An almost relieved smile slowly transforms into a triumphant one as Mia opens her hands and displays the contents on her palm: just copper dust. "I did say kind of?"