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Date of Scene:	12 July 2018
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Erika hangs out with Thistlewalker in the rec room. Some unintentional one sided flirting probably happens on accident. Beds are discussed.
Cast of Characters:	Thistlewalker, Souvenir

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Thistlewalker has posed:
Even with summer classes, school doesn't take all of the day for the students who don't go back home to their families for the 'off season'. And the students, especially the older ones, get to stay up a wee bit later. The near-giant Scots-boy, Thistlewalker, is clearly up late tonight. He sits crosslegged on one of the bean bag chairs provided for the students, especially for those of greater-than-normal size and weight (of which he is both). The young man with the smooth wood-grained skin and green vine-like hair has a book propped in his lap where many other students might have a tablet, slowly reading as he sips from a large mug of tea... He /does/ however have a pair of headphones on.. nice ones too.. head bobbing to whatever it is that slightly-hippy-like scottish plant-boys listen too..

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir swoops into the rec room in her usual flannel over t-shirt, blue jeans this time, and gloved hands. She grabs some juice from the fridge, drops into a chair, and crosses her legs, looking over the room.

"Hey there! What are you up to? Anything good?" She unscrews the bottle and sips, putting a note pad in front of her and tapping her chin with her pen.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker looks up from his book, swearing he heard someone talk to him. The young giant reaches up and slides one of the ear peices off and then looks around, until he sees...

"Ahh.. 'Allo, Ericka!" he says in that deep voice, like an oak tree creaking in the wind. "Ah am nae doin much. Just relaxin.. So many other students 'ave gone home fuir the summer ah am enjoyin' not trippin over everyone..."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, I have to have a special bed. I don't think they can even put it in at my parents' house.. had to run a water line to it and stuff. It's covered in moss. I hope it's the right KIND of moss. And I have to keep my room warm, there's not a special thermostat in my room at home. So I'm kind of stuck here for now. Maybe at some point."

She hmmms. "I met the new girl. She's being really mean, but I guess things went super crazy for her so it's probably she's just upset? Dunno. She used to be an actor on TV, and now she has red eyes and stuff. I wasn't sure what to say." She sighs and taps the pen on the paper indecisively.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker drapes the headphones on his shoulders and raises his brow. "Ye need /moss/?" he asks. "Ah mean, I'm half plant and ah dinnae need ta sleep on moss.. or soil.. Well.. Not /all/ th' time.." he quickly amends. "Ah /like/ sleeping on th' ground, but the faculty frowns on me sleepin outside..." He then frowns a little. "New girl.. Whut new girl, lass?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ohs, "She didn't tell me her name. She's pale and has red eyes, and I guess they rescued her because her boyfriend tried to kill her and get rid of her body. He thought it worked. She was buried alive or something for a couple days. So she's a MESS. Just in case you see her. She's being mean, but she kind of has good reasons to be upset. Just, like, letting you know."

She waggles a gloved hand. "I can't touch things like sheets or blankets or floors or anything like that and still expect to be able to sleep. When Josh and Andrea found me, I was a MESS. I don't have trouble with things that are alive, though. Like moss."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker looks like he i having a wee bit of trouble parsing everything she is telling him. "Wait wait wait.. Yuir saying this lass's boyo didnae just TRY and kill 'er.. But actually /did/ kill 'er.. But she's alive now....?" he asks slowly. "Well aye, that would mess /anyone/ up, lass.."

He then frowns a bit more. "But whyy moss? Couldnae ye use, oh ah dunno, a real soft grass? or clover?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ums, "Well, like, I guess it would be kind of like stabbing Laura, maybe? She got better. I wasn't there. Aaaand.. I guess. I didn't pick out what to use. SOMEONE did. I don't know why they picked it. Maybe it just went on the aeroponic widget better, I'm not sure. Or maybe it's just what they had lying around. I think it's probably just what they had lying around. Why? What do you think would work best?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker hmmms, thinking on it for a few moments... Then ah hahs. "Ah would use something a mixture uv Bentgrass an' CLover.." he tells her. "Somethin ' like whut we 'ad at me house back home."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir takes notes on the note pad. "Oh? Why's that?" She tilts her head and blinks expressive lined eyes at you, listening.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker sits up a bit straighter, setting is book aside, then places his large hands in his lap. "It be pretty low maintainence.." he explains, "Though 'ard ta germinate properly.. It smells verra nice and is hardy.. And it dinnae collect too much heat..." he strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Ah could probably cross pollinate it.. make it a hybrid uv both..."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir writes and nods, listening. "Really? The moss is kind of warm for me. I have to sleep naked and it's a little scratchy. I mean, it's probably the first thing they thought of." She taps her chin with the pen again. "I'd super appreciate it! Is there anything I can help YOU with?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker cants his head a bit to teh side, raising one of the green almost mosslike brows. "You sleep.. nekid.. I mean, ye make it sound like ye /hafta/, not that ahm /jusdging/.." he whickly amends, and blushes a bit.. hs cheeks turning a bit green. "Uhm, Why do ye need tae sleep on moss anyways..

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ums, "Because I'm a psychometrist. If I touch a thing that's not alive - like a blanket or my own clothes - I like.. make a mental connection with it. And it sits inside of my brain.." She puts her gloved fingers on the back of her head like some looming spider. "And it just sits there. I don't know how to make it go away. And if there's something in there, I can't fall asleep. Like, not even with sleeping pills. Suuucks." She gestures in front of her, "So we got an aeroponic platform about the size of a bed so we can grow something on it so I can sleep on something alive. It was that or sleep naked in the yard and that just seemed like a bad idea."

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker has to smirk at THAT, though he still blushes. "Oh aye, trust me ah know ALL about that. Thats why the faculty got me sum alooted time alone in a field. Sometimes ah /do/ need teh soil and the sunlight, and tha lamps dinnae cut it.. So ah go out where I canna ebe bothered or seen by anyone.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Yeah! Well, I don't need to do THAT, but I can imagine how that might be. Hmmm.. So what kind of stuff do you do other than look really cool and know a lot about grass and plants? You have an accent, I don't know accents very well though, I think it's somewhere Europe-ish, right? Irish, Scottish, British something or other maybe?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker ohs.. and the giant sort of squirms a bit as he is complimented.. like he is not used to it. "Ah am Scottish..." he says, a bit embarrased now because /he/ doesn't think he has an accent. He thinks /she/ does.. He's not used to it being pointed out since until last year he had never even LEFT scotlands.. Everyone spoke like him. "And.. I dinnae do too much. Ah work on the greenhouse. take classes.. Ah try ta mingle with people.. I used ta go on the field trips but..." he then falls silent..

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir watches and blinks at you widely. "Uh. I'm sorry.." She's not sure what happened, and she doesn't want to upset you. Awkward glancing around the room ensues.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker flushes even more now and quickly brings up a hand. "Nae.. ane.. Dinnae be sorry.. Ye dinnae did anything wrong.." he says, sheepish sounding now. He looks down at his hands.. flexing them a bit. "People jus.. look at me.. And ah can understand that but.. SOme uv em look at me as a thing... And talk ta me like ah am one, too.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir looks down. "Whose ass do I need to kick? Seriously that is SO messed up." She fumes. Her weirdness is safely hidden away. Maybe. "Ugh!" She yawns. "And.. damn it. It's late. I should go get some sleep. Let me know if I can help with anything? I don't know what I would help, but hey, maybe I can find the right souvenir for the occasion. I only have a few so far. So far. Mua-ha-ha-ha." She tries a creepy villain laugh. It's not very effective.

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker looks up a bit from his hands, peeking over at the young woman, his cheeks still flushed and he shakes his head. "Ye dinnae need ta kick anyones ass, lass.. It's over with.. And will 'appen again. It's a cycle, after all. That ye dinnae treat me like a thing is good enough fuir me.. Besids, I should be helpin' /yew/." he tells her.. He thinks for a moment.. then reaches into the satchel next to him and pulls out a small vial of seeds.. He uncorks it and dabs one or two into his hand, the closes the fingers around it and concentrates... From betweem his fingers, green shoots sprout, like a timelapse.. It grows about a dozen inches before small buds appear.. and they quickly grow and swell and unfold into petals.. All of it growing quickly, until in his hand is a large, very densly packed but soft ball of purple lilacs.. WHich he offers her. "'Ere.. a pillow fuir ye.."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ooohs! "Oh, my, god, that is so cool! I wasn't sure what to do for that part. How do I take care of this? Or should I just like, borrow an old shirt of yours sometime and write the instructions down? Would that even work? Maybe. Whatever! This is so cool, thank you! " She steps over and gives you a big squish hug! "I should get some sleep though. I'll talk to you later?"

Thistlewalker has posed:
Thistlewalker freezes as she rushes over and hugs him, looking at a loss for what to doo.. HE almost panics, which is VERY unlike the large and usually very mellow young man, and tentaiovely returns the hug.. espcially since he doesn't want to hurt her. "You dinnae need ta worry.. Ah modified her a wee bit so she will take root in the areoponics.. She knows what ta do.." he mumbles... Then he carefully extricaztes himself. "And aye, We'll talk later.. Sleep well, Erika."