6709/You got work to do, kid

You got work to do, kid
Date of Scene:	28 February 2019
Location:	Classroom - Xavier's Mansion
Synopsis:	Logan impresses upon Mason the importance of understanding history.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Mason Steele

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Wolverine has posed:
    The classroom is empty, and outside many of the students are enjoying the fresh snowfall. It's been snowing off and on for the last day and night, and though it's only four to five inches, it's enough and powdery that the youths beyond can enjoy it and throw light snowballs around so easily. There's laughter, a few shrieks of cold shock and joy, even a small attempt at a snow man on the front steps. Picture perfect.
    Very different than the small side classroom in Xavier's, the panoramic window giving a perfect view of what is likely being missed as within the lone student is stuck talking with one of the few men who might help jog his interest in History. For, such as he is, Logan has had a particular insight for the passing of the years. Though his presentation is often left wanting.
    "Thing is, kid..." Logan gestures at the white board, his black marker circling a trio of topics listed as; Industrial Revolution, American Revolution, Modernization...
    He steps to the other end of the whiteboard, "You need to understand this," He circles a simple phrase that states, 'The Classical World.'

Mason Steele has posed:
    Even though he's the only one in the class, Mason still sits on the second to last row, rhythmicly tapping one end of his pen, sliding his fingers down it, letting it flip, then tapping the other end in succession. One foot hangs out from the desk out into the isle. He isn't looking at the group enjoying the snow. He also isn't really looking at the board very well. His planted foot thumps the heel. The combination of the heel and the pen starts to make a rhythm.

    Bump. Tick. Bumpbump. Tick. Bump. Tick. Bumpbump...

    As the phrase is circled, his half-attentive gaze shifts to see the phrase. "Yeah, that's when Song became an intregal part of almost every social occasion. Was added to mathematics to form more developed concepts of metre and rhythm, made school house rock for the first time."
    His observation may be correct, but probably isn't anything studied or pertinent to what the class cares about.

Wolverine has posed:
    "That's not a bad way ta look at it," He says as he steps to the side around the desk and sits on the front edge of it, taking up that posture of the oh so understanding with it substitute teacher that's trying to reach the diffcult students. "Put it in the context of music."
    He gestures to the side with the marker in the direction of the classical world, "There's a sayin' that our society came together held aloft on three pillars." He uncurls a finger, "Greek Philosophy," Another finger, "Roman Law," And the third, "The Christian Church."
    He sits up a little, "Music was important for eacha those things, connect em in yer brain and you can rattle it off. Greeks, hey, they liked ta party. So much they invented a ton of instruments, applied music to their storytellin'. Romans, well they were war-like folks, right? Their legions were important, but they couldn't do anythin' if they didn't have their buglers playin' their commands."
    He pauses with a smirk, "And well, if ya ever been ta church, music all over the place."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason gives a light smirk. "Church?" he echoes. "I think I'd probably burst into flames when I walked in. I'm not exactly their type, y'know?" His demeanor on campus is friendly, but he's known for trying, and often succeeding, at getting into every skirt he can find. That, and he's had drug problems in the past.
    "So why music in the church? I mean, they just would sit and burn witches and stuff, right?" he asks, clearly ignorant.

Wolverine has posed:
    A snort and then he says, "Nah. It's often a community thing, to draw people together." Logan pulls one of the small desks over and rests his boot on it. "Get everyone singing together, and you can sometimes get even pent up folks letting their lungs air out. A funeral, let's some folks air their grief. A wedding, their joy."
    He clicks the cap of the marker into place then crosses his arms over his broad chest. "But they also used it to help spread stories, recount parables. But it was mainly to draw people together. Community."
    His lip twitches, "The burning witches thing was more rare." Then he smirks, "Mainly up in New England."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason frowns, "Oh," he comments, seeming genuinely surprised. "Movies are really big on that stuff." He hasn't stopped the rhythm during the conversation, maintaining an even tempo despite the various natural speeds of speech in conversation, and the ends of phrases naturally fall on the fourth beat, if Logan notices such things. "So what? I mean, what does any of that matter?" he shakes his head, "I mean, all that was a long time ago."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Ehn, always a good thing to know the 'why' behind things." Logan gives a small shrug, "To know the people whose shoulders we stand on to do what we do."
    The X-Man crinkles his nose and looks outside, then looks back towards Mason with a quirked eyebrow. "There's the ole cliche of those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it... but some cliches are cliches fer a reason."
    He takes a deep breath and then looks towards Mason, "You ever hear of the Butterfly Effect thing?" The Canadian mutant spreads his hands wide, gesturing as if the youth was to take the words from him, "That thing where a butterfly in central park flaps its wings and you end up with a thunderstorm in Peking?"

Mason Steele has posed:
    "Um, isn't that some Ashton Kutcher movie?" Mason asks. "Oh, did you see that old show he had, where he would play pranks on other celebrities?" Officially derailed.
    However, it has his attention on the upside. He puts both feet under him now, thumping together as he spins the pen further. "I guess that's why he kinda fell off, huh? Bet the other celebrities got sick of his crap. I know I would have if I had been famous back then."

Wolverine has posed:
    A snort slips from Logan as he shakes his head and looks away, then back. "Nah, it's this idea that the smallest thing can lead to a big effect. You wake up in the morning, decide to take the train instead of the bus and find out that if you took the bus you woulda been in a twelve car pile up. That sorta thing."
    He then points at Mason and he says, "History, is the realization that the reason why yer butt is in that chair..." Logan motions to the side, "Is because some guy in ancient Greece thought it would be fair for people to vote on things. Because a bunch of nomads in Italy decided to call a buncha hills their home. And because some crazy old King in England pissed off a buncha farmers. Which led to the creation of this country we're in, and which in turn invented the whole Rock music thing, and then there ya go."
    He gives a boneless shrug, "Mebbe you don't figure you need ta know this now. Eventually ya prolly will. At best what we're doin' here with the whole school thing is tryin' ta give you a jump on things. Up to you ta capitalize on it."

Mason Steele has posed:
    Mason seems a little stunned, trying to grasp the significance. He's quiet for a few seconds. "That...hurts my head," he finally answers. "Like, the kinda thing that makes you scared to do anything, cuz what if me droppin' this pen ends up leading to North Korea nuking Hawaii or something?" He frowns. "Or what if NOT dropping it makes North Korea nuke California?" He rubs his head. "I think being stupid is easier."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Can't live yer life like that, but it does give you an appreciation for cause and effect." That having been said he pushes off of the desk and then grabs one of the history texts off the stack of books next to the desk. He tosses it onto Mason's desk after a small stroll across the distance.
    "Just take a gander at chapter seven, then chapter fifteen. Do the reading, and when ya get back give me yer thoughts on how one turned into the other."
    Nothing too complex, simply an examination in cause, effect, and examining if the capacity for forethought is there. Perhaps even empathy.
    "Alright, you've listened ta me yammer on enough, get outta here." He waves towards the door as he moves back towards the teacher's desk. It's not his really, but that doesn't stop him from pulling open some of the drawers looking for something.

Mason Steele has posed:
    Oh sweet release. As the book thuds onto his desk, he glances down at it mournfully. Reading. "Okay," he agrees dejectedly, though one shouldn't expect him to like it. He might even do it.

     He scoops the book off the surface, and places it inside his bag. "Thanks doc," he comments as he slides out to his feet. Logan may not be a doctor, but, Mason can't keep track of who has their terminal degrees, so he just errs on the side of caution.