12344/No! Not The Butterfly Net!
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| No! Not The Butterfly Net! | |
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| Date of Scene: | 17 October 2020 |
| Location: | Shannon's Room (East Halls), Xavier's School |
| Synopsis: | Shannon and Tabitha talk about computers, clothes, and perhaps begin healing some past trauma as well. |
| Cast of Characters: | Siphon, Nightingale
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- Siphon has posed:
So after miscommunication and her own island hick idiocy, Tabitha got set up with the Basic Bells and Whistles package. And since the weekend is here, she has Plans for some of it. But she's going to need a local guide and who better than Feather Fluff? So she's knocking on Shannon's door with the contents of her welcome package on her arm, wearing the Xavier's hoodie over top of her other layers.
- Nightingale has posed:
It doesn't take long for word to travel that the Feather Fluff in question wound up in another scrape. Thankfully, though, she's got the good sense to stay in her dorm this time! She's perched on her bed with her own laptop, with headphones on, small MIDI keyboard and necessary peripherals hooked up to it, and a large, covered cup of what smells like peach green tea in her hand. She's in one of her favorite sets of PJ's, which is to say red tartan sweat pants, a baggy grey tank top, and floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers. Unfortunately for her, the dressing on the front of her right shoulder is not very well-hidden by the tank top.
Hearing a knock at her door, she slides her headphones off of her head, and calls out, "C'mon in, it's open!" A few taps of a stylus on her little pen tablet to pause whatever she's working on, and she's looking over to see who's come to call.
- Siphon has posed:
"It's just me." Tabitha comes in and gives Shan a visual once over, eyes pausing at the visible bandage before making her way to a chair. "You got hurt again." It's said deadpan. Then she shrugs and climbs up into the chair and pulls out her new phone and a Zip-Loc bag of the various cards and other flotsam the package contained. "Slowly getting the hang of this thing," the phone is raised up a beat. "Need to get my contacts list filled out, so starting with you. No idea why." The last is said with sweetness and light and sharp edges.
"Also figured I should burn through a chuck of these gift cards and stipend before the staff realizes their mistake. Any idea where I can find some doll clothes that might fit?"
- Nightingale has posed:
"Three options there. One, we make a trip to the local mall and nose around for something that'll fit you. Two, we go shopping online. Three, we hit the nearest fabric store and have some things made custom for you." Shannon nods towards the sewing machine off to one side of the room, chuckling softly. "When you have wings, you learn to sew -real- fast."
Reaching up with her left hand, Feather Fluff (R) scratches the back of her head, grinning a little bit sheepishly. "My own wound this time. My luck ran out. Well, sort of. I got knocked out of the sky, but the Hulk caught me, so at least I didn't land badly." This last was said perfectly deadpan, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Reaching for her phone, she smiles, though as she leans to her left to retrieve the device, there is a very slight wince.
Oh, dear.
Shannon calls up her contact information on her own phone, and starts walking Tabitha through the process of adding contacts to one's list. "Best way to think of it if you're used to pen and paper is you're just writing information down in an address book. Just that book also happens to be your phone."
- Siphon has posed:
Tabitha is putting the info in her phone and in an actual notebook. The entry above Shannon's on the page has been crossed out several times and the page looks somewhat water warped. "I'm getting the concepts and all that. It's just going to take time getting used to having things in a non-physical place." She doesn't react to the origins of Shannon's wounds except with a slight nod to indicate she was listening. She's learned to downplay just how ignorant she is of things other than the island she grew up on and this school. When Shannon winces her eye twitches.
Talk of clothing and the options for same get a variety of reactions. "Not so sure about a mall or the like." She makes a gesture that takes in her whole self. "Because, y'know... Online might work, but I also want to try things on beforehand." When the sewing machine is brought to her attention she pauses, considering. "I mean... that could work. But how much would that cost for materials? I'm clueless about this sort of thing."
- Nightingale has posed:
"Depends on the materials, and where you source them from," Shannon replies. One brow flicks upwards as she glances over, and she reaches out to run her fingers along the water-damaged area on the page of Tabitha's notebook. Her voice turns soft, laced with concern. "What happened?" The matter of sewing and clothes is, for the moment, set aside, the question hanging in the air almost like a physical thing.
- Siphon has posed:
If it were a physical thing hanging there, Tabitha might be better off. She could pull it down and throw it away in that scenario. Instead she pulls off a fun combo platter of getting stiff in the back and shoulders while also shrinking in on herself. The notebook pages that are visible are filled with a lot of dry information. Official phone numbers, notes from her CPS file, and the like. The parts still visible in the crossed-out section are obviously of a different tone. Parts of little doodles around a name.
"What happened is she was m... she died. We were close." Nope, no undertones there. No sir! "I'd never had a friend before, let alone a best friend. She was almost okay from losing her family. Almost as healed as she could get, and then..." The paper is getting wet again, and from the same source.
Tabitha sniffs sharply and lets out her breath. "And then you and the others came and I could not get out of there fast enough."
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon was struck to silence, her heart breaking for the young woman who was telling her tale. Her brows furrow deeply, and she can barely formulate a coherent thought in the face of such grief. Reaching over to her nightstand, she retrieves a box of tissues and offers it to Tabitha, without a single word. No judgement, just listening, offering what solace she can.
"I don't fully understand your gifts," she begins, her voice soft. "But if I thought it would be alright, I would so give you a hug right about now."
- Siphon has posed:
Oh look! Tissues! AKA: Something to hide behind! Tabitha takes a double handful and rubs her face in them. Not that they're getting wet or anything, as Tabitha has pulled it all inside again. She's a past master at choosing what face to show and when the mostly unused tissues go down again it's a resolute face with only a couple of eye twitches and a red tipped nose to indicate the last few minutes happened. The facade almost breaks at the offer of hugs, but before the cracks can show she smirks at Shannon. "Do that and you're going to hurt yourself." She's looking at the bandaged shoulder when she says this.
- Nightingale has posed:
"It'd be worth it," Shannon replies. "I've survived much worse." Scooting over on the bed, wincing as she moves her right upper leg, she leans over and if not stopped, gently wraps her arms around Tabitha for a hug. Too, her wings furl themselves around the girl like a soft, feathery cocoon. She doesn't say a word, simply holding her friend for as long as she is allowed to do so, humming a lilting, wordless tune.
- Siphon has posed:
Tabitha doesn't clutch or cling because honestly she has zero idea what to do in this scenario. Her snark defense was entirely ineffective and now all she has to fall back on is to just pull herself into a ball get cocooned in hugs and feaathers. When she starts crying there's no sound to give it away. Only the occasional shaking of her body. And when she reaches her hugged limit it's equally silent. Just a moment shere she starts to unfurl again. Good thing she doesn't wear makeup, but her shirt and Shannon's are likely to need a bit of wringing out.
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just lets Tabitha cry it out, unloading all the sadness she had kept bottled up inside. Rocking gently back and forth, she hums and holds on. And when the diminutive teen starts to uncurl, she lets go, settling back and just looking at Tabitha. "Totally worth it."
- Siphon has posed:
fThis time the tissues are used to their usual purpose. Of all the emotions running unchecked in her expression, however the one taking up the most real estate is bewilderment. This is confirmed when the first words she speaks are, "I... I have no idea what to do with this." Her voice is barely audible but isn't rough or catching. Other than the tears there isn't much in the way of physical tells of what she's going through.