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J'onn	It is one of those days where J'onn has, more or less, nothing to do. Where his nothing means keeping an eye on several things by using his mind alone while his body is idling somewhere, and that somewhere today is the poolside in the Xavier's mansion! Shapeshifted into John Green the science teacher, the martian today is lounging on one of the chairs on the edge of the pool, his athletic body wearing only a pair of black swimming trunks, his eyes semiclosed. There's only a thing with him, an enormously large package of oreos is set on the table next to his chair, and considering it's only three quarters full, he's not really making an effort to not eat them! Indeed, one of them just floats out of the package, to end misteriously into his mouth.
Psylocke	Betsy herself is not much for swimming - leastways not at the Mansion with all the prying eyes - but one has to get one's workout in wherever one can. On her way back from a jog around the yard's vast perimeter, she stops alongside the pool. She reaches down to bend one knee all the way, stretching her thigh and balances herself with an arm against one of the stone archways. She wears a pair of pale violet jogging shorts a quarter of the way down her thighs, a sleeveless and form-fitted black tanktop tucked into them. On her feet are a pair of high-end jogging shoes, white to the point that it seems unlikely she's ever worn them before today. She tilts her head slightly, letting the earbuds she wears fall out into her palm and tapping the phone strapped to her bicep so the music ceases to play. "Don't you have a home to go to, Green?" she asks, her tone not cruel but more a lighthearted jest.
J'onn	J'onn registers the approaching of someone, the direction of the approaching, and probably even who it is via the use of all his senses, sight excluded since he has his eyes closed. "I do! But there's nothing to do there, so here I am!" he replies, flashing a smile Betsy's way "do I need to ask you the same question, miss Braddock?" he adds, only then opening his eyes to glance at the woman.
Psylocke	"Hey, I used to live here, mate," Betsy answers, mock-affronted and putting on a lower class British accent than the one she normally speaks with. A moment later, she speaks properly once again, "Besides, it's nicer to run here. One needn't sharpen the elbows the make room - the City can be rather crowded, after all." She reaches down to stretch her other leg, peering at him critically, "Are those biscuits?" Before he can reply, she reaches out with her telekinesis to draw the Oreos up into the air and pulling them in her direction.
J'onn	J'onn chuckles and nods in understanding "uh uh, I completely understand you! Not like I jog much myself but, still..." after all it would be quite pointless to jog if he can run at superspeed, not to mention definitely he doesn't need training, not on his physical attributes at least. He stares at the floating oreos, and grabs them with his own telekinesis, stopping them in place for a moment "they're not biscuits! They are oreos, it's different, be respectful!" he exclaims, even managing to make an outraged tone, even if the smile on his lips clearly indicates the joke in his words. He releases then the hold on the package and adds "don't eat them all, it's not healthy for humans! At least as far as I know..."
Psylocke	"For humans?" Betsy answers, sending the bag back towards him even as an Oreo rises up out of it and shoots across the distance towards her like a bullet. She plucks it effortlessly out of the air, taking a ladylike bite of it, chewing, and swallowing before she speaks again. "You're an odd fellow, Mr. Green. Telepathy. Telekinesis. An unnatural obsession with Oreos." She finishes off the other half of the Oreo, "Don't worry. I only wanted the one."
J'onn	J'onn raises an eyebrow, getting an oreo from the returning package with his own hands and eating it "ip'f nop an off..." he finishes eating before trying again "not an obsession with oreos, they're just good! And then, what, don't you have telepathy and telekinesis yourself? And what I mean is, I think someone like superman could eat an entire oreo factory without getting sick, you know..." then he grins, gesturing again at the package "oh please feel free to get more if you want, I'm far from selfish!"
Psylocke	"I wouldn't want to become an Oreo-crazed spaceman," Betsy says with a dry chuckle, as though the idea of the science teacher being anything other than a particularly unusual mutant would be quite ridiculous. She grabs a folded tower from a wicker basket near one of the lounges and lays it out, sitting down on it and stretching a leg out before herself. Cooling down and loosening up the muscles after her run. "So where is home? Do you live in Westchester?"
J'onn	J'onn chuckles again, hiding his true amusement behind that simple chuckling, after all he is an oreocrazed spaceman! And then, just to prove that, another couple of oreos float up, and shoot towards his mouth "uh uh..." he shakes his head "no, I live, somewhere, up there..." he says, pointing upwards. After all, even if it isn't known that he's the manhunter, that he is part of the league is not an information that is actively kept hidden from staff and at least the new mutants and surely, the xmen. "just a small room, but it's not like I need much more..."
Psylocke	Betsy lifts her eyes, looking up at the summer blue sky with violet eyes. She shakes her head, "I know better than to doubt you, Mr. Green. After all, we have all sorts of gentlemen from space living in the tri-state area alone these days. I must say I find it rather unusual, though, that an alien would arrive on our planet and decide to teach science to only moderately grateful teenagers. The good professor must have had to stretch quite a bit to snag the interest of an authentic extraterrestrial. Did he offer you all the brains you could eat? Or are you using the pool to hide your rejuvenating cocoon?" She cranes her neck to look into the depths with a wry grin. "Do all the gentlemen from Planet X have such prodigious brain power or is it just you?"
J'onn	J'onn stares at Psyloke, then shakes his head, nods, shakes it again, clears his throat "uh, by up there I meant the watchtower, not the stars..." he replies, even if of course the woman is not at all far from the truth! "and, well, I never sayd my brainpower is above the standards for a human, so..." he adds, filling a moment of silence by chewing another oreo, those are good, those are awesome! The humans invented something marvelous! "and, well, it was me approaching the school to be honest, I wanted to see what it would be like to teach, for once, and maybe try to help you people..." then he stares at the pool "rejuvenating cocoon?"
Psylocke	"A reference to a film from before my time," comes Betsy's curt response, switching out her leg to stretch the other one as she does so, "And you mightn't have said it, but most humans can't move things with their minds. Still, if you live on the Watchtower then I'll wager you're one of those world-saving sorts keeping who they are. I'll respect that and not ask anything further." She means it. After all, she knows plenty of people with secrets to keep and she doesn't begrudge them for it, "I'm sure we'll all be grateful for the lesson."
J'onn	J'onn hmms thoughtfully, tilting his head slightly to the right and looking at Betsy "well, there are, I think, metahumans? Some of them could move things with their mind..." he smiles, especially at her not prying to much! After all, his identity is not really a secret that he wants to keep, he would just like to be sure people are trustworthy before revealing it... It could be a security issue if the wrong people got to learn the manhunter is helping the Xavier's school, after all. "uh, I admit I'm not very familiar with movie culture, so..." he shrugs, something he should probably remedy by absorbing the knowledge of one of them movie fanatics or maybe reading all the internet material on it? Or, maybe, what about just watching movies like normal people do? He wanted to be more human after all... "well I hope so, but anyways, what about you instead? Who's Betsy, the PE teacher who moves things with her mind, and whose mind is definitely protected?" and then, those able to sense it, will notice that John here quite effortlessly bubbled the both of them in a sort of illusion, a mild suggestion projected all around that makes people definitely less prone to eavesdrop their conversation. Just in case.
Psylocke	"Nobody you couldn't look up on social media," Betsy says airily, herself guarded enough to make not even the slightest hint as to who she is or what she may do when she isn't living her public life. She begins to count off on one hand, "Besides teaching, I model, I fly charters - though I haven't in a while, I make the world's best /café liégeois/, and I once outdrank Janet van Dyne. Beyond those things, there's not much else to it. She neglects to add 'former assassin' and 'one of the world's most deadly combatants' to the list, and they remain hidden within the unreadable static of her head. Finishing with her stretches, she folds her legs up under her and simply sits cross-legged on the towel for a moment.
J'onn	J'onn nods in understanding, sort of, he will need to delve in the social media world at some time! "uh, I see... Well, that sounds quite impressive, too... Even if, well, is outdrinking Janet a good goal? I mean, does it have a meaning I'm not yet aware of?" he asks, eating then another oreo and stretching a bit on his chair, glancing briefly at the pool before returning to focus on Betsy herself
Psylocke	"It's a /great/ goal," Betsy answers pointedly, furrowing her brow at him as though he could suggest anything else. All the same, she doesn't opt to elaborate on it. Instead she rises to her feet again, bringing the towel up into her hands with a minor exertion of her mutant abilities. She begins to fold it, preparing it for the hamper. No sense leaving a mess for someone else to clean up. "It was good to speak with you again, Mr. Green, even if you are a mystery wrapped in an enima wrapped in a bathing suit."
J'onn	J'onn chuckles rather amusedly again, nodding lightly "oh don't worry, far from me underestimating you outdrinking that woman! Even if I have no idea about how much she drinks..." he admits, still chuckling and eating one of the last oreos. They end fast! "It was likewise a pleasure, miss Braddock, and hopefully that sort of mistery is not that bad! I mean, apparently some people like it.." he shrugs, but then aims a smile at the woman "I hope to see you soon, anyways. I enjoy the conversations and the company. Until then, please be safe"
Psylocke	"I'm sure you'll see me around, Green," Betsy calls back, lifting a hand but not turning her head to face him when she speaks. She's already strolling down the manicured path back towards the Mansion. As to the mysteries, well, she doesn't comment on that. There's really no telling what she thinks. Even with a telepath's abilities her thoughts are well-secured behind an almost maddening veil. Her own outward demeanour does not help all that much either, being posed and calculated. Before long, she's gone between a small rise of hedges that partly obscure the pool from the rest of the grounds.