Owner	Pose
Brad Sawyer	"Gwwweeeen," Brad's voice comes from the door, with a tap of knocking. It's the opposite of moping, there's a singsong in the tone, as he waits outside. "Hi," Brad says, friendly (maybe overly friendly) to two female students that walk around him and give him curious looks as they pass around him. He's a stranger to them, really: only a handful of people have witnessed a visible Brad. Brad is turned to orient towards them as they go around him while Gwen is opening up the door, so his profile is to her when it's opening up. Brad is visible, entirely so, but has traded his sunglasses for some more standard glasses. He's dressed for going outside: a warm gray hoodie with a leather jacket over it, jeans and winter boots.
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn's room is dark, as usual, but with her sitting there, studying, in the dark, lit only by the fireplace, it's rather quaint. Still, with the knocking on the door, she does quickly head over, pulling on her visor as she draws close, opening and peering out into the hall. "Brad?" she asks, straightening, stepping into the door frame, brushing her hair behind one ear. "You've got...glasses?"
Brad Sawyer	Brad turns towards her, his beam immediately ramping up. He's /really/ happy and is broadcasting it with a shameless quality normally reserved for children, that are so free with their expressive emotions. He doesn't care at all, he's pleased. The glasses are rather thick, there's some distortion in magnification of his dark eyes. "I /do/. It's not perfect, but it's doing a lot," Brad agrees. "I seeeee you~~," he adds, a little sing-songy again, grinning, his body language best described as bouncy. "Are you busy? You're not really busy, right," Brad asks, stepping forward to attempt to brush a few fingers at her wrist or forearm. He's staring, but in a disconnected 'look her up and down' way, not steady.
Gwendolyn	Holy crap. Gwendolyn takes a step back into the pitch-black room, brushing her hair self-consciously with her fingertips, wishing she had brushed her hair before saying 'come in.' Still, it's not in her nature to shirk away from surprising things so she reaches over to hit the lights in the room, bringing it up to a more normal visual level to help him see better. Not that she needs it, of course. "You see me? Like for real, for real?" Gwendolyn creeps forward, leaning close to look at the glasses - and his eyes - for the first time in a long, long time, studying him, and them. "Just...homework, but how...? I mean.....how?"
Brad Sawyer	"You don't have to turn those lights on. It's sort of horribly bright out here but I'm ignoring it," Brad answers. He's looking at ALL the things: her room's content more specifically, not just her. He'd had his vision in her room before, but there's more clarity now. When Gwen leans in close to his face he registers his gaze on her though, looking from one of her eyes to the other (or each eye of her visor glasses, anyway), then stabilizing with meeting her gaze: sort of. Hard to do with the visor on. And then he shies a little, a blush cropping up that her superior vision will surely catch. "Well, I was like --- other people have blurry sight. They get glasses. I can try it. It's okay. But there's still so much cool shit to look at. I have a headache and I do not care." He's just happy.
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn ohs and lowers the light level to somewhere below 'outdoors' but somewhat above 'pitch black' like it normally is in there. A dark twilight where he can see and she can see but it's not killing either of them. She steps aside and lets him look to his heart's content - some knitting on a table near the fire, a notebook she's working on near the bed, a pile of clothes that needs to be put out to be washed. Thank goodness her underwear is tucked deep in there somewhere! "It's great you can see, Brad. Is it...I mean, is this you, turning your ability on and off or suppression?
Brad Sawyer	"I'm doing it. I sometimes slip back invisible... often, actually-- but I'm holding it for right now," Brad says, his smile once again appearing. He feels intensely: both anger and sadness, but also this clear, strong happiness. His smile broadcasts it freely. "I want to see a /movie/. Like a proper one in a theater. Do you want to go?" Brad asks, quickly, once again shifting towards her, fingers extending to try to touch her wrist or forearm again. It's similar to his behaviors while blind, his touch-prone thing, though combined with his vision it might make him a little overwhelming. Still, it's all positive energy.
Gwendolyn	It's the second time he's reached for her and this time, he manages to make contact with her wrist and forearm, Gwendolyn turning her hand over so he can catch hold of whatever part of her body that's in grabbing distance. Her skin is soft - she moisturizes - and if he hits the chitin plates, he'll notice that they're smooth and hard, almost like plastic or glass, with a little edge to it, almost. He might catch her blushing, even in the half-darkness of her room. "You want to go to a movie, with me?" she squeaks, cutely, looking down and away, blushing, her hair hiding her face for a second or two, giggling. "God, I've never been asked." Not by someone like Brad, but more like not with her looking the way she does now, after her mutation. "I can get one of the imagers and we can go out, sure. There's...they're doing a Christmas Movie Marathon in town next week. Double Feature of Gremlins and Die Hard."
Brad Sawyer	Brad is a sort of eager puppy at the moment, with his buoyant emotion and smiles, and tendency to be a little bit too close physically. Like a puppy that doesn't know not to jump up when he's happy. Some social training to return to proper habits may be in order: or he's just overly comfortable with her. Or both. "Well yeah?" Brad's puzzled by her embarrassment and giggles, and takes stock of why she'd be embarrassed. Oh. He pauses just for a moment to assess. "Sure," Brad says, shrugging. He's awkward now too, unsure what to say. "I asked you to, so." So he wanted to. "I meant, like, today," Brad adjusts. "Tomorrow I guess is okay." He's not going to be dampened, he's still happy about all of it. "Maybe watch football tonight." YAY. There's a lot of happiness here. "I'm not sure if I can watch a whole thing in one sitting, honestly, and a double-feature probably is too long, but I can try if that's the one you want to see," Brad says, willing to try, at least. "Maybe if I'm well medicated for headaches," Brad teases.
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn understands why he's excited - after all, being blind for somewhere around two years and finally being able to see? It's probably like being told you can go outside for the first time after two years of winter, or like being dragged out of Socrates' cave and into the light. She can hardly imagine what it must be like for him but, being asked to share it with him is...amazing. "Sorry, I'm just....not used to someone wanting to go out with me and all." She sounds a little embarrassed at that, in fact, nervously rubbing the pad of her thumb over the thumbnail on her other hand, despite the fact that she's in the doorway of her room where /everyone/ passing in the hall can see and hear what's going on. "I mean...we can go see something tonight, sure. I mean...I don't know what's showing but we can go see something, as long as you take something for the headache."
Brad Sawyer	"If we're gonna go, I'll take a rest. Okay?" Brad pauses, and abruptly goes invisible. His coat remains, and jeans, and shoes. And floating glasses. He brings a hand up to take the glasses off. His happiness is no longer visible, but still alive, like a warm thing in the room. His telekinesis wakes up, his usual little breeze of movement and sensation. He doesn't step back, but some of the behavior adjusts: he stops bouncing. Being blind brings him to a more cautious place. "Are you able to pick a thing? I'll pay for it," Brad offers. "We could uber."
Gwendolyn	Brad may not be able to see Gwendolyn smile, but she does, even stepping a little closer to him, his fingers on her arm a very tangible link to the invisible boy standing there in front of her, only in clothes. "Yeah, I can pick something. And I have a few bucks, but don't have an Uber account so...that's all you, unless we can borrow a login from Shannon or Andrea or something." She's not got a lot of links but she can find a way to use an Uber. Wow, this is really happening - a date. Like a real date, with a boy, at a movie.
Brad Sawyer	"I have the account. My parents have money. They encourage me to use it but like, I try not to. I don't like feeling like they can substitute paying me off for talking to me or... anyway I don't want to talk about my shitty family right now," Brad says, pivoting back to how pleased he is. He reappears briefly, a one second flash, before he's gone again. The invisibility (and visibility) seems fairly unstable. "I have vocal commands I use on my phone. Just hard to pick movies and things, or we can just decide when we get there," Brad suggests. He's erratic, making fun plans on the fly for an adventure! "Tiny print is still too blurry for me. So I'll rely on you if there's that. Cool?" There's no hesitancy or pulling his hand back at all, he's left his fingers on her arm, touch secure but not firm.
Gwendolyn	"Yeah." Gwendolyn steps forward, putting her arm around his waist lightly, giving him a squeeze. "Cool. Just...um." She feels her cheeks burning a little at the whole thing that's going on right now, happy that it's really, really happening! "Let me get my imager and a jacket and we'll get going, okay? just.." She holds up both hands in a stopping motion. "Just hang out there for a second and...yeah." Gwendolyn giggles and vanishes into the darkness of her room, reappearing after about a minute looking much less like she does usually, her imager giving her the image of herself before the eyes and the antenna and stuff.
Brad Sawyer	There was a step in when she put her arm against his middle, but since she's evading quickly, that's all there was; he drops his hands as well. Brad has calmed down more, since she moved over to the other end of the room, and he got a minute to breathe in his more usual darkness. When she turns around he's visible again, glasses back on: it's just too cool and exciting to take a break. He wants to /see/. It's been too long. So he's there bouncing on his heels a little bit again when she returns with her imager, all smiles. Everything is coming up Brad right now, in his view. "How does that thing work?" Brad asks. "It's like. Stark-tech."
Gwendolyn	In the darkness of her room, Gwendolyn gets her things, puts on her goggles, slips on her shoes so she's not barefoot, and finds her imager. This is really happening. Like, really really happening. She suppresses a squeal of happiness as she makes her way to the front of her room after closing a few drawers and making sure she looks okay in the mirror. The imager looks like a chunky wristwatch or some kind of bauble that melts into the image whenever it's turned on. A bit bulky but, for what it does, it works pretty well. "I usually don't wear this around the school. Most people are used to me around here with the wings and stuff." The imager blinks off, letting Brad see her as she is before it blinks back on, showing her how she was before, aged up a little closer to how she was. "I think Mr. Stark or Mr. Richards or maybe even Dr. McCoy came up with it. It helps those of us that don't look exactly...normal..." She rubs her arm self-consciously. "Fit in more."
Brad Sawyer	"We're pretty sure that I'm bending light, so if it works on light... I don't think it'd work for me to make me visible," Brad says, calculating his own situation selfishly. Considering his problems with being seen, it's probably natural that he try to apply it to his own problems. "Eh, I like you either way, but yeah, I think it'd be fun to go to somewhere ... normal. Not a floating set of clothes, for me. Just be normal teenagers for a few hours?" Brad's hopeful but uncertain: he's aware she may not necessarily want to look 'normal.' For him it's a break from his other strange invisibility status that he's been trapped in for so long. "Sorry, I know the opinion from the blind guy about looks doesn't mean much, but that's the only opinion I got," Brad says, embarrassed, and heads slowly towards the door.
Gwendolyn	Light is a confusing thing. Gwen has studied it a little in her day-to-day physics stuff, and the whole 'acts like a particle and a wave' is kind of odd, but sure. Brad's TK must be either repelling photons at a molecular level or routing them around him like a rock in a stream. Either way, wow. "I was told the way it works is to basically put a projection up of what we look like without the additional bits. Even Dr. McCoy could go out looking like a fairly bulky person and see a movie if he wanted. Not that I think he would but..." She gives a shrug and steps out into the hall. "I agree. I've gone to Mutant Town in New York without the imager, but going to, say, Times Square would be a different animal entirely. I don't think I'd want to paint myself as a target without learning if there was anything I could do about it first." She pulls the door closed behind her, the lock clicking before reaching up to adjust her goggles which, with the imager, just looks like she's brushing fingers through her hair. "So tell me about the glasses and the whole power turning off thingy. Is it something you just have to concentrate on? Is it hard to do?"
Brad Sawyer	"It's more like...." Brad thinks about it. "Like slouching," Brad offers, a grin on his face as well as in his tone. "You do it SO MUCH and that's the only way to stand. Like standing another way, you can do that, but you just don't. I think it's like that. It's not concentrating, but it's trying to stop doing this habit. But it's more than just standing that way, it's self recognition or something, Ms. Braddock had a more complex way of saying this," Brad says, apologetic: he's probably mauling this explanation. "I'm learning how to not slouch. But it gives me a headache, the light. Using different muscles than I'm used to. The glasses are just helping while my eyes and brain figure out how light works. Maybe I'll see better soon, but. For now, I mean, I'm glad to see a little," Brad says, cheery, still very pleased with everything. "I mean, I get to /see/ a movie with you. How great is this."
Gwendolyn	He's probably mauling the explanation, but it doesn't matter in this moment. "It makes sense, though. THere was something I read about in psychology called learned helplessness. It's not that you're helpless, but your body and mind just got used to it and that's reality until someone shows you the other way. Miss Braddock is helping there, and I can help too." She wiggles her fingers playfully. "I'll poke you if you go invisible, okay?" Gwen asks with a teasing tone in her voice, starting towards the staircase leading downstairs, staying close. At some point Uber will show up so it's best to not have the poor guy waiting. As they make their way down the stairs, one step at a time, their feet muffled on the carpet, Gwendolyn thinks, holding out her hand - bare. "I know what you mean, though. My palms...if I touch something I used to get all sorts of images of the past. Major head rush. Ended up having to wear gloves to keep from getting those images, but if I wasn't careful I kept getting images of the gloves. You'll get it. I can turn it off and on now."
Brad Sawyer	"Objects, or people too?" Brad asks. He doesn't look at her hand, he takes it without looking: a lot of Brad's sensory isn't vision based, it's his telekinetics. The vision is not his primary sense, by any means, and it may be a long time if and when it ever returns to being his primary way of sensing the world. Brad assumed she wanted to hold his hand, though, and didn't think twice about it. Then again, he is often used to people touching his arm or helping guide him places: he may not have the same attachment to it that she does. A squeeze of her hand suggests he /does/ know, though. And that it's fine, at least in his opinion. "There is no need to poke me, I am REALLY aware when the whole world goes black," Brad laughs. "Slightly obvious to me when I am invisible. I'll really try not to flicker, though; people react pretty weirdly and I don't want that today. How long did it tkae you to turn yours off and on?"
Gwendolyn	"Just objects." Gwendolyn clarifies. "People I learned to not get images from like really, really fast. It was like watching life through a tunnel, just going off in all directions around me. The first time it happened, I swore someone gave me drugs." It was like an LSD trip that she read about in a psychology manual, so Gwen avoids touching too often just because... And then he grabs her hand. It feels like any other hand except the palm is a little rougher than a normal hand - if you look at it without the imager it's almost like scales - but with the imager it looks relatively normal. She does blush a little, though, returning the squeeze with one of her own. "In the movie it probably won't matter, but I bet you'll try to go back to slouching since it's more comfortable." The subject change to her ability gets her to think. "It still comes on and off, and I do have gloves for day-to-day use just in case I'm a little tired, but...couple of months? More or less? Mine's not as major as yours, though, so the mental fortitude is far less." She just got it because she doesn't have to think as hard as Brad does, not to pick up images."
Brad Sawyer	"Boy though, I'm really good at /turning/ invisible," Brad says, wryly. He immediately does it, and after a few moments, reappears. "That's like a reflex. Loud noise and I'm gone," he teases, but it's rueful. "Same with flying. I won't do that in this hallway though, promise. Maybe outside." He's kidding, he's just happy, so there's a lot of very cheery, excited energy from the boy right now. He urges her to hurry out with him, and his somewhat infecting energy about all of it. "I bet the uber's here," he says, pulling her along to the outside. "This," Brad begins with assurance, "is going to be great." He beams at her, eyes bright with excitement and pleasure. And leads the way out.