12257/Study Buddies

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Study Buddies
Date of Scene: 28 September 2020
Location: Study Hall / Computer Lab, Xavier's School
Synopsis: Shannon and Jeremy hang out in the study hall for talk of classes, recent events, and a recent unusual encounter in Salem Center.
Cast of Characters: Nightingale, SpyderByte




Nightingale has posed:
     So far, so good. Aside from a somewhat eventful last few days of summer, Shannon had by and large managed to stay out of trouble. How long that would last, though, was anybody's guess. To her credit, though, at least she certainly didn't seem inclined towards seeking it out on her own, and instead is cracking open the books. "At least I drew geometry this term for my math credit," she mutters to herself. She's perched at one of the computer desks, her textbook open off to one side, and her phone to the other. She's got a pair of earbuds in, and seems to be listening to some music to study by. She's wearing some brown and gold striped snowflake leggings, a long crimson tunic sweater, and her favorite caramel suede boots.

SpyderByte has posed:
Heading into Study Hall is Jeremy, who is dressed in his usual black gothic attire. His hair has a new style to it. Long bangs past his chin, the sides shaved into a two guard and the back trimmed and buzzed. He even dyed his bangs a dark purple color. New year, new do! He's a Senior now and he isn't going to skulk about! Not at mutant school.

<< Hi Shannon! >>

The sound of Jeremy's voice coming through his phone chirps as he heads over to her, then slides into the desk next to her. << How are classes going? >> Sliding his laptop open, he brushes his fingers along the keys as the device boots up swiftly, followed by the glowing green of his keyboard.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon brightens up as she hears Jeremy, tapping her phone and tugging her earbuds free. Her own hairstyle is a little less wild, mostly just long and loose save for one ice-blue braid on the left side of her face, just a couple shades darker than her eyes. It has three little silver beads on the end, which capture the flickering glow of the computer screen and reflects it. Leaning over for a shoulder bump, she smiles. "Pretty good. Glad I drew something like geometry this term. I really hated algebra last year. How about you?"

     Her smile widens as she takes in the deep amethyst hue of his bangs, reaching up to gingerly brush a few wisps away from his eyes. "The style really suits you," she remarks. "I like it."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I don't have math this year. I already completed college calculus two last year while I was at my old school. Instead I signed up for physics with Doctor McCoy and I have a free period for 'research' that Miss Grey allowed me to have. >> Jeremy says with a smile as he blows some bangs away from his face. << I am going to be utilizing that period to document localized threats and track anti-mutant groups, see if I can find drivers to who is financing and leading their groups. Almost all hate groups are utilized by a more powerful force and influence for some type of personal gain." >>

As he gives a few blinks, a number of windows rapidly appear on his screen before he starts to type some code. Green text. Black screen. << Everything else is the normal classes. I am trying to cram as many STEM based classes this year so it will look good on my transcripts for college. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "Wonder if the Friends of Humanity have been rattling their sabers again," Shannon mutters, her brows furrowing. "Had some run-ins with them last year. They instigated quite a bit of trouble." Geometry would keep, at least for the moment. Closing her textbook, she peers over at Jeremy's screen, a bemused smile chasing away some of the storm clouds that had begun to gather in her visage. "No matter how many times I see you do that, your gift never ceases to amaze me."

     More lighthearted talk of classes appears a welcome distraction, the winged teen thinking back on her own schedule for the semester. "Got advanced biology with Dr. McCoy this semester, and shadowing him in the medbay whenever I can. Then there's botany with Miss Munroe. Really hoping she'll let me work a bit more with medicinal plants this term, because I've actually run into instances among some of the kids here where 'normal' medicine just doesn't work. Then there's music, drama, home ec, and a few others in there." All in all, a fairly diverse, but mostly a fairly practical set of classes.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< My power isn't that great. It's just really fast Googling while using social engineering to convince code and data nodes to give me what I want, or find it for me. I'm useless in a fight. I suppose I can quickly text 911 from anywhere I'm at. >>

There's a soft laugh from Jeremy as he drums his fingers along the keys, shifting data to one side and the other with a thought or two. << But what I do can be scary also. I see a lot of terrible things out there. It's hard to disconnect sometimes without losing my mind, or getting lost in rabbit holes and finding out two days past and I'm going to die of thirst. I came close to dehydrating once when I was younger and first playing with my powrs. >>

At the topic of Friend's of Humanity, he nods his head. << They have definitely increased their activites due to Magneto's appearance in Mutant Town a few days ago. I am currently catching transcripts that they are sending out on unsecure channels. They aren't really good at texting. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon tenses slightly at mention of Magneto, her brows furrowing again. "Right around the time Miss Grey went on sabbatical...?" She paused, thinking things through, and grimaced. "It makes more sense now. Whatever happened there...." Her voice trailed off. She'd seen hints of the Phoenix in training. If that had come to the fore again, then it was no wonder Miss Grey absented herself from the school of late. Her eyes mist over at the thought, glistening in the flickering light of the computer screens. "At least she's got Miss Frost backing her up here. And everyone else on her team to help her out."

     Smiling a bit at Jeremy, she leans over and rests her head on his shoulder for a moment. "Don't know what I'd do without all of you. And don't count your gifts out. You might not be a fighter, but your gifts have done more good than you realize."

SpyderByte has posed:
There is a tight lipped look upon Jeremy's face. His shoulders slacken a bit and he clears his throat. << I am under strict order by Miss Frost to not speak of that day or what transpired since. >> He fidgets with the keyboard for a moment before he goes back to typing. He has a guilty look upon his face. He hates hiding things from a teammate, or his best friend.

<< But, everything is fine. >> He tries to sound assuring. If one can through a phone speaker. << I am still monitoring day to day even though I'm not supposed to. >>

Smiling at the head on his shoulder, he reaches out to wrap an arm around her waist, leaning into her a bit. << I hope to do a lot of good from at least my bedroom. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "I get it," Shannon murmurs, nodding slightly. "You didn't tell me anything about what happened. And please don't. I don't want you in trouble with Miss Frost." She smiles a bit, leaning into him; one wing extends around behind him in her own version of a hug. "There's things I shouldn't talk about, either. So I get it."

     As for the illicit monitoring of the whole situation? Shannon just grins at Jeremy and winks. "Monitoring what? I didn't hear anything."

SpyderByte has posed:
There's an amused, but still a worried look upon Jeremy's face as he leans into her a bit closer. << Doot. >>

Blowing some more hair away from his face, he chuckles slightly as he gives another glance at his computer, watching a trio of small circles blink away at a map in front of him. He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. << Not monitoring anything. >> He reaches up and closes the lid with a click.

<< So, what else is new in wings-ville? >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "Not a whole lot," Shannon replies. She does nibble her lower lip, considering carefully before continuing. "If you count a little extra training with Mr. Proudstar, that's something." Pause. Silence. "And a somewhat... strange encounter the other day that I've got my suspicions about. But other than that, not a whole lot, Classes, music, training, the usual."

     Feeling Jeremy lean into her a bit more, she smiles, allowing herself a small sigh of contentment. Despite the craziness that often surrounded the place, there were moments like this that made it all worthwhile.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Good to hear you're getting some more training. >> Jeremy says with a smile to her. << What kind of encounter are you talking about? >> His brows lift upwards some as he tilts his head over at her. His other arm sweeps around to slide around her now as he shifts about, pressing his cheek into her arm as he peeks up at her with his dark brown eyes.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Mr. Proudstar and I were in Salem Center just getting some ice cream. Figured with all the crazy stuff happening it was time to relax a bit." Shannon tilts her head up at him, foreheads nearly touching as baby blues peer up into deep cocoa browns. "There was someone in line with us we got to talking with, going by the name of Mildred Minerva. Said she was a professor, and I can guess it's ancient history and mythology, going by the conversation. But, she never said what university she taught at. Seemed mutant-friendly enough, curious about my wings but that was that."

     Going very, very quiet for a moment, she lets out a little sigh. "I have a funny feeling about her. She was pretty knowledgable on the subject of Athena. It could be just coincidence, but... there's that, her last name, and..." Pause. "This is going to sound crazy, but I'm starting to wonder if she might actually be one of the Olympians. It wouldn't be the first time I've run into one of them. But it could just be a coincidence, too."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I doubt it. >> Jeremy is rather blunt, though it's hard to temper through his speakers. << Doing a search for the name Mildred Minerva pulled up over three thousand different identifications across the world and about five hundred through social media. If you want, I can localize it to university teachers to validate your findings. >>

He rubs a hand along his face for a moment, followed by a light yawn before he gives another glance down at his glowing screen of his phone on the desk. << But if she is in this area, I would look first into the local universities. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "If she was taking the time to hang out in Salem Center just for kicks, then if she actually /is/ a professor, I wouldn't say much farther than Metropolis or NYC. Would that be enough to narrow it down?" Shannon doesn't seem to mind the bluntness, giving no outward sign of being put off by it in the least.

     She does, however, catch the yawn--and winds up yawning herself. Which, in turn, elicits a soft giggle from her, and a warm smile. What needed to be said, if anything at all?