12373/Nerd is the word!

Nerd is the word!
Date of Scene:	23 October 2020
Location:	Library - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon and Jeremy talk about Halloween and dance costume plans. Ted joins in with his own costume ideas. Will all the New Mutants go to the dance together?
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, SpyderByte, Ted Gammage

Nightingale has posed:
Somewhere, somehow, in the midst of a morning full of classes, Shannon has managed to score a study period. But oddly enough, she's not studying from her textbooks. Oh, no. She's curled up in one of the chairs with a rather thick volume in hand, looking rather content for the moment to lose track of time. Only the ticking of a clock somewhere comes even close to breaking the peaceful silence of this hallowed place.

SpyderByte has posed:
Heading into the library is Jeremy, who is returning a couple of books that he checked out earlier. Not that he really needed to check out books, but it's just the process that appears 'normal', instead of simply downloading the material into his brain. He at least opeend one of the books and gave it a good shot. After thumping the four books on the desk, he looks around for the librarin, then shrugs as he scribbles a post-it note to leave behind. Giving a long stretch of his body to crack the joints, he heads back through to hunt down a graphic novel or two. As he spies Shannon, he offers up a bright smile and takes out his phone.

<< Hello! How are you doing? >>

"SHHHH!"

The Librarin peeks from around the corner, pointing at him. Jeremy nearly jumps out of his skin and starts to tap the volume button down.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances up, nearly jumping at the sudden leap in the noise level of the room, her wings beginning to spread out behind her. But what begins as a wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights sort of expression quickly melts into a warm smile, the book closed and set aside for the moment. On its spine, in slightly worn gold-leafed lettering, is 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.

"Hi, Jer," she replies, keeping her voice down to a reasonable level. "Doing okay, I guess. What about you?" Pausing, she looks around, a little confused. "Did I lose track of time in here again?"

SpyderByte has posed:
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Jeremy asks as the volume has been lowered as he flops down next to her. He peeks over at her book, then gievs her a grin.

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Blowing some hair away from his face, the Goth is in his full dark and spooky regalia. He has a 'Punisher' shirt on beneath a longer black leather jacket along with a pair of ripped black jeans with multiple zippers and chains attached to them.

<< What are you doing the rest of the day? >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lofts her brows as she takes in the skull on the front of the shirt. Shaking her head, she chuckles softly, a knowing glint in her eyes--but she says nothing of it, for the moment. "Never really got too much into comics," she murmurs. "I mean, I can appreciate the artwork, but that's about the long and short of it. Art like that's the sort of thing I only wish I could do."

Shrugging, she tucks in her wings behind her and smiles. "Got my usual classes the rest of the day. Science this afternoon, and some training in the gym a little later on. Tabitha and I have to get a list of things we'll need for the Homecoming dance to Miss Grey and Mr. Summers. Got miss Blaire on board for the music, and miss Carr's happy to help out as well. Megan wants to pitch in, too. Getting everyone together in one place, though... I don't know how miss Grey does it. All. The. Time."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< She probably uses telepathy to synchronize everyone together at the same time to have remote discussions. >>

Jeremy admits as he taps along the top of his phone's glass, tapping his foot gently as he bobs his head.

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Fun for Jeremy? He obviously isn't being thrown around bad guys and killer robots in his sessions.

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Nightingale has posed:
"I've never been to a dance," Shannon admits. "It's... I've never wanted to go alone, and it's terrifying for me to ask someone out. I was hoping this one could be timed for Halloween, so people could wear their costumes instead of having to worry about formal clothes."

Tilting her head, she peers over, one hand atop the book she had been reading. One fingertip idly traced the smooth, worn gold lettering and embossed fleur-de-lis on the cover. "Nice. What scenario they got set up for you?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< We can go alone together then. That way it won't be too weird. I think every guy has asked Indi out already. I also think they're scared of Xio. Why don't you go with Ted? >>

Jeremy taps along the glass of his phone as he plays a round of vintage Flappy Birds. He's really good at this game.

<< They give me scavanger hunts. They hide data within multiple machines and I have to find it. Most of the machines are alien in nature, different languages with varying degrees of firewalls and security measures. Then they will play loud noises or flash hypnotic lights in an attempt to confuse or frustrate me. It's designed to increase my level of focus. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"For one, he hasn't asked. For another, didn't you just ask me?" Shannon's discovering a few new shades of rose in her cheeks, and the corners of her lips tug upwards. She can't resist sneaking a peek over at the screen of his phone, stifling a giggle as she sees the game. "That's a classic."

Lofting her brows as she listens to the description of his scavenger hunts, she lets out a soft, low whistle. "Dang. And you're like, laser-focused already as it is. You'll be even better after all that."

SpyderByte has posed:
Giving a small smile, Jeremy shrugs his shoulders upwards, then blows some more dark hair away from his eyes.

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His own cheeks are a bit flushed as he rubs the back of his neck, raking his fingers through his hair.

<< It's harder for me to focus sometimes when I am being hammered by external noise. One time they used jump scares. I wear headphones and when I'm focusing, a scary ghost will jump on the screen and scream at me. >> There is a giggle from him. <>

Nightingale has posed:
Close enough! Shannon just smiles, leaning over to shoulder-bump Jeremy, and wrap one of her wings around him in a feathery hug. "I've heard tell of Forge, but I've yet to actually meet him," she confesses. "I think the ghost scare would get just about anybody the first few times. Now, the kicker would be if you could turn the Danger Room around on him, and make something appear outside the control booth to try and spook him right back."

SpyderByte has posed:
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The thought probably has crossed his mind a few times. Jeremy leans into her wing hug, then curls both of his arms around her in return for a firm squeeze. As he rests his shoulder against hers, he half lids his eyes.

<< What are you wearing for the dance? What should I wear? I think I need to go shopping. I need a tie. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just giggles softly, and shakes her head. "I didn't say -in- the control booth, I said -outside- it."

     She can't help but lean into the hug, her own eyes closing for a few moments. A light little sigh of contentment rises from her, and for the space of a few heartbeats, all is right with the world. Her other wing curls around Jeremy from the other side, completing the snowy circle.

     "Huh, I should probably think about that, shouldn't I? If it turns out as a costume party, I was thinking maybe the light blue dress that Daenerys wore in Game of Thrones... you know, the one with the really filmy, long cape and that really wide gold filigree belt, and no sleeves. If it's a formal dance..." Here, she pauses, pursing her lips. "...I might need a little help with that one!"

SpyderByte has posed:
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That's the dream right there. Just lounging in the shadows like a ghost and surveying everyone else having fun. As he is wrapped up in wings, his world becomes nothing but feathers.

<< I never finished Game of Thrones. I only got through the first season. My mother found out and got mad because there was a lot of naked stuff in it. I forgot about, actually. Now that I have my powers I could just watch it. >>

There is a pause, followed by a low mutter of: << Oh. Red Wedding. This looks inter -- oh my god. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"I got through most of the first season. It's... pretty strong. You'd think I'd be better able to handle a show like that, with all the things I've seen, but no. With all the things I've seen and done, I don't need to add to it with a work of fiction." Shannon smiles a little bit, not at all inclined to let go. "But I still like the music from the show, and the costumes are gorgeous. They'd be great for the dance."

SpyderByte has posed:
Peeking out from behind the wings for fresh air, Jeremy leans up and cracks his back with a slight twist of it.

<< I like TV shows that are more street level. Like for example that show Cyber Punk where it's a group of teens in a gang and they get recruited by this police force to help out. They use unconventional means. >>

Rubbing at his nose, he looks up at her with a grin. << But you want to go to the dance as a Game of Thrones character? I don't know who I would dress up as. Maybe Jack Skeleton. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"A show like that sounds kind of like the team here. -Ish. I mean, we're none of us conventional by any means." Shannon grins at Jeremy and shrugs, lowering her wings just a bit so Jeremy isn't smothered by them. "Well... at least I could make the costume on short notice, and it'd make a lot more sense than me going as Sally. Come on, could you picture her with blonde hair and angel wings?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Why not? Sally was Jack's angel in his eyes. >>

Jeremy takes his phone back out and into his hands as he spins it around a bit in his usual nervous tick habits. His thumbs brush along the glass a few times, though it doesn't light up. He doesn't need to open his phone anymore these days to use it.

He and Shannon are sitting together in a pair of chairs in the library, talking to each other. She has her wings wrapped about him in a feathery embrace, but not tight enough to bury him.

<< But I think I could pull off a Jack. I'm skinny like him. He's all twigs and bones. >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles lightly, lowering her wings a bit more still. She and Jeremy seem to be in discussion about something, and for once there's actually something of a smile on her face. "I guess I could try for Sally. A wig would take care of the hair, but her dress is actually pretty intricate. I may have to purchase that and adjust it for the wings instead of making it from scratch."

Glancing at Jeremy, she seems to consider for a moment. "You're not as skinny as you used to be, you know. Keep up with the exercise, and you'll be all toned before you know it."

Ted Gammage has posed:
There's a brief shadow that passes by as Ted makes his way in. He's returning some books, a couple about cars, and a couple random nerdy scifi type books he usually has squirreled away in his room to read while no one's watching. He doesn't really notice the pair, just drops the books off, pulls out a paper and starts down some nearby stacks to find a particular study book probably.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Dress like how you want. If you want to be a dragon queen you should do it. >>

Jeremy giggles as he huffs out some of those long bangs away from his face. He gives another squeeze of his cell phone between his hands, then flips it around a few times.

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Nightingale has posed:
"Oh yeah, from Next Generation. Back when Trek was still good Trek." Shannon's nose wrinkles, giving her the expression of someone who's eaten something particularly distasteful, her opinion of present-day 'Trek' expressed in rather succinct terms. "Question is, would you want to use the uniform from Next Gen, or later movies like First Contact? I hear the Next Gen ones were actually pretty uncomfortable, and that's why you have the infamous 'Picard maneuver'."

Lowering her wings at last, Shannon tucks them in behind her neatly, looking Jeremy up and down as if sizing him up. "I've seen a few good places online, could probably get you either one if that's the way you wanted to go. The worst of it would be the makeup, and lenses over your eyes to turn them Data yellow."

Ted Gammage has posed:
To Ted's credit, he's there for a few moments, seriously distracted before pulling out a serious looking literature book. He tucks it under an arm, then eases himself toward the Nerdybook section, pausing as he ends up seeing the pair on his way there. He's probably too close to sneak around them so just lifts a hand. "Hey." He eyes them for a few moments, brow furrowed, but eventually shrugs, "What's going on?" he asks in his softest voice that's still probably almost a little too loud for a library. He tries, at the very least, to keep himself quiet.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Oh, I forgot about the eyes. I don't want to use contacts. I don't want to stick things in my eyes. It's scary. >>

Jeremy rubs his nose with the back of his hand, giving a glance upwards as he feels a familiar tingle in the back of his neck. His eyes search the air for a moment before he reaches up to tap a thread of data.

<< Ted is here in the library. I can feel his phone. >>

When the tall boy comes over, he lifts his hand up to wave towards him with a big, bright smile.

<< Hello! We are talking about Halloween costumes. What are you going as? >>

"SHHH!"

Wincing, he hunkers down again and toggles the volume again on his phone. He can't help it if the volume rises with his excitement.

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He wouldn't really need a costume, but he thinks the joke is funny.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, you could always go as LaForge, and then all you'd have to do is have a headband that's been spray-painted gold over your eyes for a visor." Shannon tilts her head up, seeing the mansion's resident Goth technopath plucking data out of the air again, lofting her eyebrows. But before the question can even be formed, it's already answered.

     Waving one wing at Ted, she smiles and motions him on over. "Hey there," she says. "We're trying to figure out Halloween costumes. I'm sort of torn between Daenerys Targaryen, or maybe Sally from 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. Got any idea what you might be dressing up as?"

     The librarian gets the stink-eye from Shannon, who simply shakes her head and grumbles softly. "I think that one's due for a pranking," she mutters. "She's got a stick up her back worse than anyone I've ever seen."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Me? Ah, dunno if ah'll dress up. Not sure th' point, not goin' trick or treatin' or anything. Prolly'd scare the people answerin' the door. Or just accidentally knock it down." Ted chuckles. He listens to the pair a moment, though does briefly frown as Jeremy's shushed. He's a little protective of his friends, even if he tries not to be overly showy about it. "Not that ah did a whole lotta Halloween stuff. Y'know...real Christian town. They frown on anythin' fun."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< We mean for the dance! It's a dress up dance. So it gives us a chance to do something silly. I have not gone trick or treating in a long time. I miss it. I like candy. >>

Free candy is implied of course. Jeremy gives a glance between the pair of them for a moment before lifting his brows upwards over his thin glasses.

<< You should come with us. That way you won't feel alone. We can sit on the bench together and stare at people dancing. I can tell Indi is a good dancer. I saw her dance once in the gym. She can get her foot over her head. I didn't know legs bent that way. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     "It just doesn't seem like the body should be able to move that way, but I guess with enough training, it can." Shannon grins at Ted, echoing Jeremy's motion for him to come on over and join them. "You could always play to your height and dress up as Lurch from The Addams Family. It wouldn't take that much for a costume, most of it would be in the makeup."

     "SHHHH!"

     Finally turning on the librarian, Shannon hisses out a famous Deanna Troi insult, her eyes snapping with irritation.

     "Muzzle it!"

Ted Gammage has posed:
He steps closer, just doesn't sit down just yet. "Ehhhhh," he says at the offer, wrinkling his nose. "Ah don't...do dances," he explains to them. "An' ah wouldn't third wheel ah date. Y'all go have fun, ah got plenty of fun reading to do," he says, holding up what looks to be the most dull of literature books. "So excited," he says in an entirely unconvincing voice. Then Shannon does her think and he kind of looks over at the librarian and back to Shannon a few times, not quite sure what to say now.

SpyderByte has posed:
The librarian opens her mouth to say something, but then she can hear her phone going off in the distance. Ding Ding Ding Ding! Turning around, she grumbles and heads off to find it. "Swear I put that on silent mode."

Jeremy tracks her movements for a moment before a grin appears, then he shrugs his shoulders. << That will keep her busy. >>

To Ted, he beams at him. << It's not a date. We're going together but not with anyone. >> That makes sense, totally. << And you should come because the team will be there. If anything, we can all just sit on the bleachers and talk, or drink punch, or sway awkwardly to Dazzler's music. But you should go. >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon attempts to stifle a snicker, but fails miserably, as it turns into an outright giggle. "Couldn't happen to a nicer person," she drawls out, at least managing to keep her mirth down to a civil level. With or without a librarian present, there were still others studying here to be considerate of!

The giggling fades away somewhat, though somehow the winged teen manages to keep a smile on her face at Jeremy's assessment of Homecoming Halloween plans. "Come on, really. The more, the merrier." Her voice was a touch subdued, but she smiles at Ted. "Or should I dub thee 'Lurch' for the evening, good sir?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted holds up a finger, "Ah, ok, one, if y'all are goin' together, its prolly a date. And even if y'say its not, in my head it's gonna be way awkward. I'll be all 'Should ah go get punch so they can make out or somethin', and junk." He holds up a second finger, "Two, ah'd probably do a Disney thing. Wreck-it Ralph, or maybe th' big guy from that Frozen movie or somethin' like that." He looks toward the Librarian. "Prolly just tryin' to do their job, ah guess. Still, ah little bit strict about it."

SpyderByte has posed:
There is a slow blink of Jeremy's eyes, then his head tilts to one side.

<< But we're all friends. We should all go together. Why would we have a dance and not talk to each other and hang out? I don't want to go if my friends aren't going. It would feel weird not having all of you there. >>

There is also a raise of the brows from the technogoth. His cheeks flushing. He rubs the back of his neck as his fingers rake along the skin, then goes back to fidgeting with his phone as he gives a nervous twitch of his body.

<< I'm not making out with anyone. I don't know how. >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon looks between the two gentlemen for a moment, then simply stands. "I'll go whether or no either of you do, so nobody needs to feel awkward." Her wings furl in around herself as she moves to step away from the two young gentlemen. "I should probably go help get that final list together for miss Grey and Mr. Summers, anyhow. It was wonderful seeing you both."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oh, ah didn't mean... I just mean muh brain just assumes I'm gettin' in the way at all times," Ted explains. "Comes from years of tryin' to be no one o' notice." He gives a light shrug, "Ah'll...thnk about it ah guess? Just find the whole dancin' and socializin' kinda my weak spot." He steps back to give her enough room to stand and so he's not just looming over in his usual way, "Ehh, well alrighty. See yah later."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< But .. I always feel awkward. >>

Poor Jeremy. He's a clueless idiot about everything. When she starts to head off, he droops a bit.

<< Okay .. bye guys.. >>

Glancing down at his phone, he twirls it about again, then rises up and collects the books he plans on checking out.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon purses her lips slightly as she glances back at the two, then turns about to hug each of them in turn. "It's all good. I'm not all that great at socializing either. So, none of us have to feel awkward, okay?" She smiles somewhat for them both, and slips out the door, to tend to what needs to be done for the dance.

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