13374/Xavier Prom: Prepping
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| Xavier Prom: Prepping | |
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| Date of Scene: | 25 May 2021 |
| Location: | Club Evolution, Mutant Town |
| Synopsis: | Jeremy and Shannon talk a bit before Prom during preparations. |
| Cast of Characters: | SpyderByte, Nightingale
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- SpyderByte has posed:
It's Prom Night! But, currently it is the afternoon. There is many students currently finishing up some last minute preparations to get the big day ready. The volunteers are going to obtain some extra credit, as well as a special shoutout in the yearbook, so, if anything, it's a fun day out of class and a chance to obtain some bragging rights.
Jeremy is currently behind the DJ booth, making sure that the technology is working correctly. He has set up a laser show for the stage, calibrated the speaker system and even put together a 2029 slide show that has pictures of the students during their time at Xavier's for the year doing their normal day to day tasks. No costumes or dangerous situations. Just days spent in class, the rec room, the yards and club activities.
The Goth is dressed in all black as always in his trench coat and bondage pants. He is putting the final touches on the computer. Everything ready to go with a push of a button and automated. He's tested it three times so far.
- Nightingale has posed:
With Jeremy overseeing sound checks this time, Shannon is assisting with some of the more prosaic tasks involved in getting Evolution ready for the big night. He was pushing bits and bytes, while she was pushing a broom. Her efforts were mainly focused in the area where there would be punch and various snacks set out--with extra cameras on the table to make certain nobody spiked the drinks!
Pausing in her task to take a look at the slide show in progress, she groans, facepalming. "How the hell did that picture find its way into the slideshow? Who even kept a copy of that, anyways?" It was a slightly older picture, to be sure, but still, somehow, someone had kept a copy. It showed a familiar angel-winged student sprawled out, face-first, like a bug splat on the Danger Room floor, after who knew how many push-ups.
Some memes never died.
- SpyderByte has posed:
<< The Yearbook team made the slide-show. I just uploaded it. >>
There is only a couple pictures of him in the slide show, mostly those of him in the rec room in the background on a computer with his back to the camera. There is at least 'one' good picture of him sitting outside on the back porch next to Gray when he first arrived. The two are staring at a BBQ that is going on a few yards away. The pair of boys are dressed in black, shoulder to shoulder and staring at their phones. There is something haunting about that photo with how the shadows caught them. Artistic perhaps.
The lone wolves amongst the flock of sheep.
<< I am done though. >>
Closing the laptop lid, he makes his way out of the booth and on to the stage, staring out across the way to the decorated club filled with balloons on the walls, a photo booth for memories, and various 'games' set up for the teens to particpate in. There is something for everyone there.
- Nightingale has posed:
"And you actually let that one slip past?" Shannon just shook her head, laughing to herself. "Guess I should be proud of that one. One hundred push-ups without stopping. I was feeling the burn for a few days after that, but hey, I did it."
Taking a break from sweeping, she ambled on over to the stage and plopped down on the edge, her wings unfurled and sprawled out behind her, the broom propped up on the main floor against the stage itself. There's the general hubbub of preparations, with dishes clinking, and staff slated for duty that night chattering amongst themselves. Around the stage itself, for once, it was oddly silent, like the eye of a storm.
"That's a good picture of you and Grey," she says, smiling and leaning back on her hands. "Going to miss seeing you around after graduation, you know."
- SpyderByte has posed:
<< I will make sure to visit. I will be working with Mister Stark at Stark Industries. I look forward to working in research and development with him. >>
Jeremy takes a long look at the photo of him on the screen, sitting next to Gray. Two lost boys. He rocks slightly back and forth on his feet before the image swaps to a new one.
<< I will miss all of you as well. This is home to me, but, as the great Doctor Harold Winston once said: Never accept the world as it appears to be. Dare to see it for what it could be. >>
He slips his glasses off to give them a rub along his shirt, then places them once more on his face. He lets out a soft sigh.
<< I get to change the world now. Who knows what it will become. >>
- Nightingale has posed:
"You always were able to change the world, Jer. It was true when you got to the school, and it's true now. Just now, you finally see it, too." Shannon turns her head slightly, smiling over at him, leaning back on her elbows. "I'm damn proud of you. And if Mr. Stark gives you any grief, you can always challenge him to a game of basketball." She giggles softly, rolling her eyes. "A technological genius, he is. The next Shaquille O'Neal, he is not."
Turning her attention briefly to the images flashing by, one after the other, she just smiles a little bit. "I'm also really happy for you, with Grey and it looks like Rosie, too. I'm sorry for ever hurting you, but will always be proud to count you, and them as well, among my friends."
Reaching into her little brown leather bag, Shannon pulls out a soft handkerchief and offers it to Jeremy for his glasses, smiling a bit more. "Both of us can change the world. You with your tech, me with healing and other stuff, and maybe a song or two somewhere along the way."
- SpyderByte has posed:
<< I think he can beat me in basketball. >>
Jeremy says as he shifts his glasses a bit more to ensure they are settled properly over his nose, then reaches out to take the hankie from her to give the glass another swabbing. He ponders for a few moments unblinkingly as he stares down at the work in his hands before he glances back up to her.
<< It's okay. Things worked out for the best. We evolve, we move forward. Just take care of them while I am gone. They will need the support. The three of us are broken in many different ways. >>
- Nightingale has posed:
"Ha. Oh, also, remind him not to mess around with The Other Guy again. I may not be in the right place at the right time a second time around." Shannon chuckles softly, shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling. What adventures had she been on, that had remained unspoken?
The background throbbing of drums as the music plays, lights cycling through various colors and patterns, testing in preparation for the prom, and the general hubbub of the club gearing up for the night ahead forms the thunderous silence that seems to engulf the moment.
"We're all of us broken in our own ways. Some of us just get a whole lot better at hiding it so people don't feel sorry for you." The corners of her lips curl upwards slightly in a faint smile. "Even the homecoming queen cries. So... yeah, I get it. Might not be perfect at it, but if they need an ear to bend or a shoulder to cry on, they can always come knock on my door."
- SpyderByte has posed:
<< They need real therapy and counseling. >>
Jeremy muses quietly to himself as he stubs his foot a few times against the ground as he rocks back and forth in thought. That and he may be moving a bit to the music.
<< It won't hurt to let the others know that you're broken too. No one will judge you for it. They may think you're normal. >>
His lips give a bit of a twitch upwards as he shrugs his lanky shoulders upwards some in thought. He squints hsi eyes as the lights sweep down along his face for a brief moment, reaching up to rub at the corner of his eye again.
<< We should head back and get ready. >>
- Nightingale has posed:
"Real therapy and counseling isn't something I'm qualified to give. Not yet, anyways." Shannon nudges a stray wisp of pale gold behind one ear, and lets out a soft sigh. "But I can point them in that direction and encourage them to reach for it, like any good friend would." She smiles a bit, thinking for a moment or two. "Hell, I just might go right along with them. Maybe it'd do us all some good."
Drumming her fingers along the edge of the stage, she catches herself picking up the beat of the music, and adding her own rhythmic counterpoint to it. It's hard to not crack a little bit of a smile, though her brows do loft as she peers over at Jer. "You mean they don't think I'm normal? What am I, then?"
The reminder that prom is almost upon them, and that there is little more they as students can do to help prepare, gets the winged teen sitting up straight again. "Right, good idea. Hopefully Jay's band will make it tonight, and with any luck, I might join them up there for a round or two."
She smiles and leans over for a very light shoulder-bump. "Can't wait to see what you three have set for your outfits tonight. Been working on sewing mine for weeks. Guess we'll see if it was all worth it later!"
- SpyderByte has posed:
<< I am just saying that it wouldn't hurt. Showing vulnerability. Sometimes it's okay to be upset when you see terrible things, instead of supressing your pain and making mac and cheese in the kitchen a few hours later as if nothing happened. It's okay to be upset, or frustrated and to talk to someone. It has helped me a lot. Counseling. >>
Jeremy gives a glance around the club for a long moment, looking at the enchanted forest theme that the staff has put together. His lips twitch upwards a bit, then bumps the shoulder back in return.
<< We all match. I think you'll like them. >> He says as he starts off, giving a sway of his arms back and forth. << Save me a dance. >>
- Nightingale has posed:
"Oftentimes, making mac 'n cheese -is- my therapy. Doing something normal, when shit just -isn't- normal... that's a lot of how I cope. One person understood that, but they went on to MIT last year." Shannon smiles somewhat, letting out a whuff of breath to try and whisk a wisp of hair away from between her eyes. "You've seen and done way worse than I ever have--and I've seen some pretty wild things that I doubt the teachers even know about. I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for Rosie, or Grey, or Lucas. I've heard a little bit of Mr. Worthington's story... talking to him's about as close as I've gotten recently to opening up like that, when I lost my wings. But... it's my music, doing normal things, keeping on... it's how I cope. Sometimes, I wish someone would actually -ask- me how I'm doing instead of assuming I'm alright."
Glancing over at Jeremy, she smiles a bit, and says, "That song I just wrote? 'Homecoming Queen'? It's closer to the mark than you might think. I hope some of the others back at school can see that, too."
She smiles and nods, hopping off of the stage and reaching out to help Jer down as well. "Sure thing. Friends can dance, too!"