3089/Log 3089

Log 3089
Date of Scene:	07 November 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Cindy Larsen

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Deadzone has posed:
It's late. The mansion is quiet. Most of the students and teachers are asleep, with the exception being those that don't actually need sleep. And then there is Tatum. She should be asleep, but instead she is awake and in the rec room, pacing the floor. Dr. McCoy told her that he was going to introduce her to his parents this THanksgiving and she is trying hard not to outright panick. What if they don't like her? WHat if they think the wedding is a bad idea? What if they ask about grandchildren?! There is any number of terrible things that are bound to happen.

Cindy Larsen has posed:
Tatum isn't the only one who's up late. The young leopardess walks past the door to the rec room, pausing before backtracking and looking into the room. Her tail flicks behind her, and she peeks her head in. "Hey, you're up late," she says, tail twitching a little. Cindy has been going to the school for a while now, a few years at least, but she usually keeps to herself and doesn't socialize much. "I can't sleep either... want some company?" Cindy offers Tatum a small, shy smile, still leaning against the door frame.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum looks over to the doorway when she hears someone speaking. She smiles at the leopardess and gestures to one of the couches. "Hello Cindy. Can't sleep?" Tatum was teaching home ec until just last month when she got transferred to music. The goth teacher still teaches home ec, but on a much more limited schedule, music being her focus. The students that take home ec love her. SHe jokes around and teaches things that will help them when they graduate, like how to do their taxes and how to budget so they can have an apartment and food and such. Her music students call her a slave driver, seeming to want perfection. How can she be so different in the two classrooms.

Tatum smiles softly, her arms hugging herself as she continues to pace in her housecoat, black with outlines of chibi skulls with bows on them. "What's keeping you up tonight?"

Cindy Larsen has posed:
Cindy pads barefoot into the room, though she's still wearing her every-day casual clothes. She hasn't even changed into her PJs, it seems. "I'm... not sure," she admits, "I just couldn't get to sleep. Not one bit of me feels tired." She finds a spot on one of the couches, dropping herself down onto it and pulling her feet up under her. She leans against the arm, resting her chin in her hand, propped up on her elbow. "What's got you up, Professor?" she asks, her tail twitching a little. She studies her for a few moments, and then asks, "This is something about Professor McCoy, isn't it?" There's not really a lot that can be kept secret in a school this size, of course. Two of the teachers being engaged probably spread like wildfire.

Deadzone has posed:
Two of the teachers engaged, another two having gotten married. Yeah, the school has been a soap opera lately. Ms. O'Neal smirks at the feline student and nods. "Yes, it's about the wedding. Or rather, about the future in-laws. I just want them to like me." The ring Dr. McCoy gave her is a white gold claddagh ring, with a sapphire for the heart. In fact, Ms. O'Neal wears something the same blue as Beast's fur every day. Nauseatingly cute, really.

However, Tate is given something else to worry about. A student. She sits down in a chair near the couch and looks at Cindy. "Are you having any troubles with other students? Classes? Do you want to talk?"

Cindy Larsen has posed:
    Cindy gives Tatum a smile, her tail twitching a bit. "Oh, I'm sure they'll like you," Cindy says, "You're very... well, -I- like you, and Professor McCoy likes you. How could they not? You're very likeable." There's a faint giggle from the leoparess, who hides it behind her hand a bit. She shifts a bit when the teacher comes to sit with her on the couch, tucking her feet more under herself, and pulling her tail close with her hand, so it isn't sat upon. "Well..." She hesitates to speak of what might be bothering her. Cindy fidgets with her tail a bit, something she does when she's nervous, along with chewing on her lower lip. It's rather cute, in fact; downright adorable due to the pronounced fang that peeks over her lip. The insides of her ears redden a little, and they fold back slightly in an attempt to hide her blush. "I just... I'm not very good at making friends," she finally admits, "It's... awkward, at best. I've been here long enough, I just... I don't seem to fit in with anybody. And.. it's kind of lonely."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum sits just out of reach. The fact that she turns off other peoples mutant powers is well known. She can keep it to just touch when she has too, but she can also fill a room with her field. It's why she is often in charge of detention, especially when the trouble was caused by abuse of powers. Tate shifts to face the girl, the moonlight pouring in from the window into the otherwise mostly dark room. "Cindy, we are an odd bunch here. We all have something in common, so you would think that would give us all something we could be friends with. But people are more the the sum of their parts. Just because we are all mutants, doesn't mean we will all get along." She offers a comforting smile. "I know you will make friends. It can be hard, especially for someone whose mutation is as extreme as yours. You feel like an outsider because you look like one. But you'll find your clique. I know you will

Cindy Larsen has posed:
    Cindy is probably well aware of Tatum's power to negate mutant abilities, and the leopardess stays settled on her end of the sofa. She offers the teacher a small smile, and a nod of her head. "Yeah, it's just..." She rolls her shoulders in a shrug. "It's not easy. I do the best I can, and sometimes it feels like it's not good enough." She sighs, and rests her chin in her hand again. Her tail flicks a little bit, and she glances towards the door to the rec room. "...I wonder if there's any chocolate cake in the kitchen. I could really go for something chocolate right now." One good thing about being a mutant, and not just an outright feline, is that chocolate isn't as bad for her as it is for cats.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum rises to her feet. "Well, if there isn't any chocolate in there now, I think we could bake something. Come on." She walks out of the rec room and heads towards the kitchen, talking softly so as not to wake up anyone else in the building. "I know it seems hard, Cindy, and I don't deny that it is. I remember being brand new here. I thought everyone hated me. But in time, you will find that you have developed strong friendships. I know you will. Heck, I have friendships now that have managed to transcend dimensions."

Cindy Larsen has posed:
    There's another soft giggle from the leoparess, and she's up on her feet a moment later, following after Tatum. "Oh, I'm sure I will find -someone- to be friends with," she says, likewise speaking softly so as not to wake anyone else up. Her tail sways behind her as she walks with Tatum towards the kitchen, her padded feet all but silent on the smooth floors. "I just wonder who, and when, it might be. But I suppose I'll find out soon enough. In the meantime... There's chocolate to be found!" She gives Tatum another half-grin, her tail swishing behind her.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum strides into the kitchen with a familiarity that speaks of her being one of the people that organized it. She grabs for an apron and puts it on over her housecoat and starts getting the ingredients and tools needed for baking. "Nothing like a chocolate brownie still hot and gooey from the oven. And baking always helps me feel better anyway," she tells the student with a grin and a wink. Yeah, this is home ec Tatum. So much nicer then music Tatum.

"It will happen when you least expect it to. You'll be on the verge of saying to heck with it and giving up on friends entirely when you'll realize there is someone that has been a friend to you all along. You'll see."

Cindy Larsen has posed:
    Cindy follows after Tatum into the kitchen, getting herself an apron as well - she isn't the best at baking, but she's going to help where she can! Making brownies and then eating them is way better than just eating them, after all. All the while she continues to chat with the home ec. teacher, occasionally laughing a little too loud and generally just enjoying herself. Within a short while, the smell of brownies fills the hall, wafting along and drawing attention from those who are still awake. Once they're out of the oven, Cindy gets a nice big one for herself. She thanks Tatum for the late-night chat, and heads back to her room, munching on her brownie as she goes.