2388/Leave It Like you Found It
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| Leave It Like you Found It | |
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| Date of Scene: | 09 September 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Tabitha and Lexi meet the newly arrived Miss Monet St. Croix, and are unimpressed. |
| Cast of Characters: | M, Tendril, Boom-Boom
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- M has posed:
Monet St. Croix is the sort of person who 'assumes' control of any space she's in. It's hard to say precisely how she does it, because it's not any one action. But if there is a center of gravity in the area, she's near the core of it-- always self-possessed and looking as if she's ready for a candid photo shoot to happen at any time.
The rec room is a popular hangout for the younger students, and Monet-- a relative newcomer-- seems to have commandeered the television set. She wears expensive wedge heels and designer jeans, with a blousy peasant top from some high end coture line. Legs crossed at the knee, the Monagasque beauty is watching the news instead of something more universally appealing, and apparently doing some shopping on her tablet. Behind her, a few students who were accustomed to watching evening reality TV look a little irritated at Monet's actions, but so far no one's had the gumption to compalin to her about it.
- Tendril has posed:
While she's not hugely one for reality shows (though it IS a bit like watching a train wreck in progress and she cannot look away sometimes), Lexi is more interested in the rec room as a place to hang out so as not to disturb her sleeping roommate upstairs when hanging out. Thus, she's got one hand clutching a fairly good sized tupperware container borrowed from the cafeteria kitchen, and her other hand around Tabby's as she tows her along. "See, told ya, plenty of room in here..." she says to the other girl, then blinks a bit at the news, before wandering over. "...did somethin' happen?" she asks the girl playing on her tablet. Because why else would you have the news on?
- Boom-Boom has posed:
"Stupid Dani anyway, sleepin' on a weekend." Tabby says, good-naturedly. "Class is for sleepin' in, otherwise you waste fun time!" she finishes, blowing a pink bubble. "Hmm?" she notes the news is on too. "Hey! Who're you?" she asks, that to Monet. "I'm Tabitha, but noone calls me that. They call me 'Boom-Boom'."
- M has posed:
Monet turns deliberately to look at Lexi when she enters, and a brow goes up when the elegant woman is addressed directly-- and so informally! Then Tabitha-- 'Boom-Boom'-- volunteers her name as well, and Monet's eyebrows settle to an expression of haughty unamusement.
"No. It's important to stay up to breast on current events," Monet informs Lexi. "And I want to see how the Dow is doing. Some of us tie up our money in investments, instead of inside a stuffed animal."
She gives both girls an excoriating once-over that seems to criticize their clothes, hair, and even posture. Monet looks as if she could step outside and into a photoshoot. "I am Monet St. Croix," she informs Tabitha, with a cooly polite tone. "If I have a nickname, I'm unaware of it."
- Tendril has posed:
Lexi hmmphs, folding her arms. "I don't hide mine in a stuffed animal." she assures Monet. "So yer just watchin' th' news for th' news, huh?" She shrugs. "I'm Lexi Nemo." she says, after a moment. "Huh, Money and Monet, huh? Works, I guess."
She wanders around to plop down on one of the unclaimed couches nearby. "Are ya new? Haven't seen ya around before..."
- Boom-Boom has posed:
Boomer chews her gun loudly, her mouth open. "'Tight-ass' sounds good to me." she says. "Can you believe her?" Tabby asks Lexi. She reaches up to adjust the choker around her neck, a pink leather strap with a silvery bomb-shaped ornament on the front. She follows after the mauve girl.
- M has posed:
"Mon-/eh/," the Monagasque woman says, putting heavy emphasis on the proper stress of the syllable and vowel. "Not 'monet'," she says, brow furrowing in mild irritation at Lexi's attempt to pronounce her name. "As in the painter? Claude Monet? French impressionist?"
She gives both of them a look, then shakes her head minutely and turns her face back to the newscaster. Her tablet switches from a shopping screen to a stock broker's readout, and she holds a hand up at Lexi to steal a few seconds of careful focus as she compares the stock reports to her tablet.
"Yes, I am new," Monet tells Lexi, finally. "I only recently came to the Institute for their college program," she clarifies.
- Tendril has posed:
Lexi hmms. "College program, huh..." she says slowly. "So...what's yer thing ,then?" she asks, straightforward. "Yer trick ya can do?" She pulls her legs up under her to sit crosslegged next to Tabby. And regardless of Monet's correction, it's now 'Money' in Lexi's head until proven otherwise.
- M has posed:
"My... 'trick'." Monet purses her lips a little, as if unsure if she's amused or a little insulted. There's no two ways about it, the raven-haired beauty clearly has a superior streak a mile wide.
"I am perfect." She says it without equivocation. "I'm better. At everything," she clarifies, a beat later. "The apotheosis of evolution. I am stronger, faster, and smarter. Tougher. I can read thoughts and move objects telekinetically. I can even fly."
She flicks imaginary dust off her knee. "I have been called the ideal genetic template. And yourself? What particular 'tricks' do you have?" she inquires, examining Lexi and Tabitha with a critical eye.
- Tendril has posed:
Lexi's silvery brows rise at that. OOoookay. The mauve-skinned girl is pretty laid back about most things, but...ooooh, she sort of wants to see what happens when Monet meets Yana sometime. From a safe distance where she can watch, anyway. "Mm, tendrils." she says, then raises a hand, as her forearm bulges slightly before a pair of long prehensile purplish tendrils curl out from her arm, swirling back and forth, before they withdraw. "Strength, grace, an' a beautiful face, that's me." she notes cheerfully.
- Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha sits next to Lexi, perhaps a little closer than is strictly necessary. As Monet talks, Boomer moves her hand as one might to make a hand puppet talk. "Ideal blah blah blah. The apo...poth... 'potheosisus of evolblahblah. Whatevs." she sighs. Listen to you. Get over yourself!" she suggests sharply. She looks to Lexi and grins. "Should I show her? Really show her?" and Boom-Boom points to a hand, cupped and hidden from M's sight, pointing with the other hand into whatver is in her palm.
- M has posed:
"I am quite over myself, thank you," Monet tells Tabitha quite cooly. "As evidenced by what I just said. You seemed not to grasp it-- would smaller words help? I am perfect," she tells Tabitha, speaking slowly, her fluid, rolling accent precise as frozen shards of ice. "I am what everyone should aspire to be."
"Gracious, do they not teach elocution here? English is my third language," she informs the two women. She flickers a glance at Tabitha's palm when Tabitha flashes that feral grin, but otherwise remains as still and prim as if she were holding poise for a photographer waiting in the wings.
- Tendril has posed:
LExi mmphs, then shakes her head at Tabby. "You'll get in trouble..." she mutters to the other girl, then looks back to Money, frowning and looks fairly doubtful. "Definitely fulla yerself, that's for sure. Okay, Miss Perfect. So why bother goin' to school if yer so great. Ya must be rich, why not just have a tutor teach ya?"
- Boom-Boom has posed:
Boomer deflates a little. "Oh well. I never have any fun." and then she drops her hands into her lap, folding them there. She chews her gum loudly again, probably truing to be as irritating as possible. "A perfect cramp in life's uterus, yeah." she agrees.
- M has posed:
"I am not merely here for my education," Monet responds, a bit tartly. "By the time I was sixteen, I had already established credentials at the University of Monaco. I told you-- I am perfect. I remember everything I read and can apply it immediately. I could go into any discipline or field of study I wish."
She shifts a little in her chair. "The Xavier Institute offers... a familiar environment. To be among our own kind. That is, no matter how wealth I am, not a convenience that can be purchased."
- Tendril has posed:
"So...ya just wanna hang out with other mutants, huh?" Lexi says, frowning to herself. "Might wanna start by not tellin' everyone yer better than they are. People kinda take that personal, ya know." She shrugs a bit. "But, can understand th' hangin' with other mutants thing. It's nice ta not have ta hide what ya are here..." sye says simply, then reaches over to pat Tabby's leg, shooting a quick smirk at her for her comment.
- Boom-Boom has posed:
"You sound like a Brotherhood recruiting poster." Tabitha suggests. "Think I've heard enough." and she stands. "Lexi, text me when you're done talking to stick-butt here. I gotta go study or somehin'." She looks down to the mauve girl, expecting her maybe to get up too. "Maybe bring me some popcorn or somethin' later? Stay and talk to our new _perfect_ friend."
- M has posed:
"You asked," Monet reminds Lexi. "It's only bragging if it isn't true. I'm merely stating fact."
She looks up at Tabitha with another one of those raking head to toe examinations, her expression otherwise cool and aloof. "You know, it's been said that when the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser," she quips at Tabitha's biting offhand.
"That was Socrates, by the by-- in case your 'studying' hasn't brought you to Greek philosophy. Ta ta, Tabitha," she says, with an airy waggle of her fingers.
- Tendril has posed:
Lexi's gold eyes slit dangerous at that, as her lips pull back slightly, flashing slightly longer canines. From the timing, more at the belittling of Tabitha than the rest. "It's braggin' when ya keep throwin' it in people's faces. For someone who wants ta be around other mutants...ya ain't gonna win too many friends doin' it that way." as she stands in a graceful motion. "Maybe yer definition of perfect didn't extend ta manners though, huh?" She tosses her silvery hair as she heads after Tabitha. "See ya round, 'Money'." she adds deliberately, returning the airy little wave right back as she does.
- Boom-Boom has posed:
Tabitha makes a sour face and clenches her fists at her sides. "Oooh." she says through gritted teeth. She turns on her heel and stomps out of the room, biting back the colorful comments she really wants to make.