GLEE! logs part 1: Jean and Ororo/Madelyn/Paige

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Jean lets selected people know why she's literally walking on air.


Jean was being very good about not projecting right now. They'd gotten in and unpacked, and now there was one stop that must come first before word started leaking to the school at large. She had her hands tucked in her pockets as she walked (well, floated) down the hallway, and her smile looked like it might crack her jaw. She knocked on the door to Ororo's suite, bouncing in place while she waited for 'Ro to answer.

Opening the door, Ororo blinked and took a step back, looking Jean up and down with a curious look in her eyes before nodding to herself gravely. And then reached forward and yanked Jean inside her suite, looking out into the hallway (left and right) before closing the door.

"You. Have something to say to me. Something big."

Jean opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a mental #Eeeeeeeeeeee!# But the hand in her pocket also came out, and the ring glinting in the lights of the room rather explained her complete and utter lack of coherency.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ororo's squeal was both mental and vocal, and not just a little bit at that. Between one moment and the next she was hugging Jean silly, tears gleaming in her eyes from both joy and remembered pain. But in a very real sense, things were now once more as they'd been, even with all the changes in between.

Jean wrapped her arms around Ororo, not quite bouncing up and down as a few tears of her own slipped down her cheeks. See, this is what sisters and best friends were for.



Noon. Posted in advance due to player unconsciousness.


The whole feet-on-floor thing was just too much effort. Jean kept forgetting to concentrate and floating off again, and while the students were very confused by the whole thing, she couldn't bring herself to care. She did make more of an effort to not project her glee, but she only had so much attention to spare from the refrain of whee, yes, yes, he asked, whee, yes! going around in her head. She had managed to remember that she had a shift in the medlab, and even had a (rather incoherent) note about something she was supposed to do, although she wasn't sure what. Well, it would come back to her.

Actually going down the stairs was way more concentration than she could manage, but she did make it to the medlab before her shift was supposed to start, so that was good. Oh, and Maddie was in there. Maddie could admire the ring!

"If I was an allergy medication, where would I be?" Madelyn was muttering to herself as she picked through the medlab's dispensary. One of the little kids had developed a rash after running through the shubbery, and whilst the patient had been given an anti-histamine shot and sent up to their room, she'd offered to find some meds in case there was a next time. She was so intent on her search that she didn't even notice Jean's less-than-orthodox approach until the other woman spoke.

"Afternoon!" Jean practically chirped, highly amused that she was unable to not speak in punctuation. "Allergy meds are on the top shelf on the left." The box in question floated down into her left hand, and she grinned brightly as she handed it over, watching the bright medlab lights glint on her ring.

Madelyn squeaked and nearly hit her head on the shelf as she straightened, but she recovered with a wry grin. "That's cheating, you know," she said, teasingly, taking the box. "But considering I need that damn step ladder for anything off that top shelf, I'm not going to... hey, is that a new ring?" The medication was dropped into the pocket of her lab coat and she took Jean's wrist gently to have a better look. "Oh, that's just spectacular, I love it. Maybe I should hint to Hank that he's up to jewellery now... waitaminute..." Madelyn took in the ring, the finger it was on, and the hand. "Oh my God, he did it, he finally did it. Scott popped the question, didn't he?" It came out in a high-speed excited burst worthy of Carlie.

The slow dawning comprehension was wonderful to watch. Admitedly, everything was wonderful to watch in Jean's mood, but this was definitely one of her favorites. "He did! Again! He did, he absolutely did! I'm walking on air! Literally! Can't seem to keep my feet on the ground but the world is a glorious place!" Jean's reply was no less high speed or excited, and she actually considered it an achievment not to have ended with "Heeeeee!", although it came across in her demeanor.

"Oh, that's just wonderful." Madelyn only hesitated a moment before grabbing Jean in an exhuberant hug. The excitement was definitely palpable. As she released the other woman, she chuckled. "I've heard of taking metaphors a bit far, but you take the cake. How did he do it? What did you say? C'mon, juicy girly gossip details - there's no kids down here, so we're safe."

Jean happily hugged Madelyn back, grinning brightly. "He was sooooo sweet." She sounded like a teenager, she really did. And she really didn't care. "Also a dork, but that's part of his charm." Jean giggled. "He was being so secretive, but so clearly plotting something, and then... oh... Eeeeeee." She'd gone incoherent again.

"Scott definitely has that whole dorky charm down pat," Madelyn agreed, taking another look at the ring. "I'm so happy for both of you. Can it be public knowledge yet or did you want to keep it quiet? And when were you thinking of doing the deed?"

It wasn't actually possible to get rid of the smile entirely, but it did dim slightly. "Well, it's not not-public, but we're... not making a big deal of it." And, now that she was thinking about it, Jean reconcentrated to make sure she wasn't projecting. Betsy probably couldn't avoid knowing what had happened, but Jean was not going to force her own happiness on the other woman. "We haven't discussed yet when. Have been a little over the world to think about, well, anything."

Madelyn bit her lip a little, and nodded. "Yeah, it could be... awkward, for some people." It had been difficult enough when she and Hank had started dating. "And Mom always did tell me I focus too much on practicalities - time enough to work everything out." She gave the hand she was holding (in order to inspect the ring) a little squeeze. "I'm pleased for you. Both of you - it's been good to see Scott so much happier lately. He had us worried for a while there." She was reasonably sure he still held a grudge for drugging his coffee. Which, now she looked back on it, was probably not exactly within the bounds of reasonable treatment of patients, let alone friends.

"Well, given how much of a complete space case I've turned into since he proposed, somebody should be thinking about practicalities. But I did remember I had shift this afternoon," Jean added. "And, you know, the thing..." She was fishing, hoping Maddie would tell her what it was her note was about without actually having to admit that she'd written herself the world's most incoherent reminder.

"Well, no-one could do it as well as you can, so I'm glad you've remembered it," Madelyn replied. "And considering I'm dating the World's Greatest Romantic Blue Genius, I guess a little practicality isn't a bad thing." A certain mischeivous glint entered her eyes. "So maybe I should take advantage of your temporary flakiness and talk you into doing inventory or something?"

Drat. Clearly hadn't worked. And it didn't sould like it was something she could talk Maddie into doing for her. "That would be mean," Jean said. "And probably a bad idea, given I've got the attention span of a hyperactive gerbil. Or, you know, a woman who just got her dreams turned back into reality." Oh, and there went her feet again, missing the floor.

"But a very cute gerbil," Madelyn told her solemnly, before breaking into giggles. The sight of Jean literally floating on air was just too much, especially when you took into account the whole 'renowed geneticist/political activist/ X-Man and legend. She wasn't quite so intimidating now. "I've got this urge to tie a piece of string to your ankle in case you float away entirely."

"A very cute hyperactive gerbil, yes. Also a very happy one." A part of Jean's mind started wondering if Scott would think she was cute as a gerbil, which of course he would because he thought she was always cute, except when he thought she was seventy kinds of sexy, which didn't even begin to cover how wonderful she thought he was, and she belatedly realized that she'd lost the thread of the conversation. Thread! "You can't tie me down just because I've gone into glee mode. That's unfair." She tried to pout, and found that it wasn't possible, because she'd gone back into that star-struck smile which seemed to be her default today.

"But very, very amusing," was the unrepentant reply. "Come on, let's grab a coffee before you start the shift and you can babble gleefully as much as you like."



2pm. Posted in advance due to player unconsciousness.


It was necessary to be serious and responsible in the medlab, it really was. This argument was not doing much to contain Jean's joy, though, and at least there wasn't anyone around to see her floating a few inches above the ground. Not that she was getting any work done, really, but there was something she was supposed to do down here, and while she couldn't remember quite what it was, she'd written a note to herself during one of her more coherent than gleeful moments. Not that it was a terribly helpful note.

Heeheeheehee. Thingy. Medlab. Job. 2pm. wheeeee

She really wasn't sure why she'd felt it necessary to write the giggling. Although it did rather cover her mood about perfectly. Well, and for all the note didn't actually say what she was supposed to be doing, it was almost 2pm. If she didn't remember by 2:20 she'd page Moira or Hank and ask if she'd mentioned anything before she went away for the weekend and lost all capacity for rational, non-gleeful thought.

Inside the examining room, Paige was only a hair less giddy herself. After all, her mutation check up had gone through with not quite flying but right up there colours - she wasn't at 100%, no, but training properly would help her make it up - and now she just needed the physical and another tea talk and she could get going again. Kicking her legs and trying to be patient, Paige checked her watch again. Jean was in no way late, but she wished she'd be here now she'd waited all long weekend for her after all.

The difficulty with Paige living down in the medlab, was that it had been far too easy for her to get into the examining room without being seen by the oh-so-slightly distracted doctor. Jean was floating around the room, practically singing a checklist to herself in her mind. Not the medications, hmmmm, no extra filing. Lalala. Cleaning's alllll done. It was purest chance she noticed the door to the exam room was closed, which meant a patient was in there. Ah ha! That had been it! Paige's physical. Very pleased with herself for remembering, Jean headed into the room, forgetting to check that she was standing on the ground before she opened the door.

At the rattle of the door, Paige abruptly whipped her head to the side, smiling brightly. "Hello, Doctor Grey. You look very tall today," she said in greeting, as one might address a new sweater purchased or a fancy haircut.

Jean blinked, then glanced down. "Ah, whoops." She grinned, a giggle bubbling through her mind as she worked her way back onto the floor. "Hi, Paige. How are you doing?" Paige wasn't 'Ro, there ought to at least be some sort of small talk before she started going 'wheeee' at her.

"I do believe I am quite fantastic," Paige replied confidently. "We had some nasty stuff go down this weekend, but for the most part, everyone seems to be all mature and whatnot, so who can complain overly much? Besides," she continued, grinning. "Today is physical day! Who doesn't love physical day?"

"Very glad everyone's being mature about it, yes. Was sorry to drag Scott off right after it happened, but... Definitely not sorry anymore." Jean's eyes were sparkling, that 'I have something to telllll you' look.

Turning her head, Paige looked at Jean suspiciously, unable to keep her grin from fading, but at least looking properly intrigued. "Oh, really? Is this the sort of thing I should be hearing? I know we're close, but do remember that Scott is my Captain too..." she managed to tease.

If it were possible, Jean's grin would have brightened. "I don't know," Jean said. "I'm pretty sure that, as a girl and as the protege, you are practically required to squee with me over this." Her left hand lifted up to brush some hair out of her face, ring glinting in the lights.

"Over wh- good lord, you have a giant glinting thing eating your finger!" Paige screamed, loud enough that she was pretty sure she heard someone upstairs drop their tea. "Oh, no. My bad, just a ring." Her deadpan didn't last very long, however, and soon she was tackling her doctor, nearly sending her flying into the medical supply cabinet, and grabbing at her hand. "Ooh... Jean, it's beautiful. And explains some things. And- oh. Oh! He? You? Oh? Eee!"

Jean hugged Paige. "He! Me! We! Wheeee!" Uh oh, she was slipping back into glee mode. Not that Paige would begrudge her, but she was going to have to be coherent enough to actually do the physical.

"Ohmygodthat'sthebestthingI'veheardpracticallyever!" Paige let out all in one breath, hugging Jean tightly as she indulged herself in a little bit of giddy jumping up and down. "I'm just- that's awesome. Wow. I pity the pharmacist that's going to have to supply all the Excedrin for you two type A's planning a wedding together butbuteee!"

"Definitely eeeeeee! Lots and lots of eeeeee!" Jean's grin was starting to escape her again, edging into that state which blinded random passersby.

Giving her one last squeeze, Paige finally let go, still giggling. "I've surpassed words in my glee. I do believe I need to flail. Excuse me," she said, seriously, before raising her arms up and very effectively pulling a Kermit. Lowering them, she gave a nod. "Better. I am available for all your organizing needs. Especially if I get one of those microphone headsets."

Jean almost fell over laughing, Paige's glee feeding into her own. They were approaching dangerous levels of glee which might include spontaneous good moods for all of Westchester, even Yonkers. "We'll keep that in mind, love," she said when she could breath again. "Not up to the point where I can sit down and talk about plans yet, because it keeps leading back to the glee."

Paige nodded; this made perfect sense. She wasn't big on the tied down thing herself, at least, not at this moment – had she thought that, weird – but in Jean or Scott's position... yeah, there'd be a lot of glee. Heck, there was a lot of glee from her and she wasn't the one getting hitched. "All right. I have highlighters! Many, many highlighters. And footnotes. Just so you know. Mm... footnotes," Paige informed Jean, before slipping into organizational land with a pleased smile.

"Hah," Jean said, "I'm marrying Scott, Paige. I think there is no chance in the world that there will not be a sufficiency of organization. But I will make sure he knows the highlighters are at our disposal. Now, shall we see if I can be ground bound," and saying it, she willed her feet back into contact with the floor, "long enough for your physical?"

"Psh," Paige replied with a toss of her hair. "I out organize Scott any day. At least on the pretty level. Pretty and organized. Honestly." Getting back on the table, Paige smoothed down the white sanitary paper and nodded. "Tap my knee as much as you please, doc. Whatever it takes to get me back in those leathers, hm?"

"Very organized and very pretty, yes, but I do hope you're not expecting me to think that there's anyone on the planet who can do anything as well as Scott. At least not for another couple of days. The glee is too firmly entrenched. And we'll be a bit more thorough than simple reflex testing, but I don't think we've got anything to worry about." A moments focus and the papers she'd forgotten she was going to need came floating into the room. "Let's get started."