xp_logs | Karolina and Haroun, Sunday

Karolina ventures out of her room in search of food and runs into Haroun. They are introduced and an invitation to watch people beat each other up is extended and politely sort-of-but-not accepted.

Karolina hadn't left her room much since arriving--she'd been told to make herself at home, feel free to explore the house and grounds, but she still felt like a neon sign. Right now, though, she was a hungry neon sign, so she pulled on jeans, sweater, gloves, dark glasses...anything she could find to hide the glow, and ventured out to see if she could find something she could eat. She vaguely remembered the general direction of the kitchen from yesterday's tour, so she headed in what she thought was the right direction, almost sliding along the walls in an attempt to be unobtrusive.

Haroun was in that very same Kitchen, talking angrily into the phone while jotting down notes to himself. "Yes. That's half-a-dozen cheese pizzas, same again with pepperoni, and two veggie." he said, making choking gestures with his free hand. "Moron." he said, hopefully at this point on hold. He didn't even notice Karolina's entrance - perhaps living with Alison had inured him to bright lights.

Karolina hesitated in the door, then mentally shrugged and started poking around in cupboards, pulling out boxes and reading ingredient lists. Hopefully the large, angry man would be done with his phone call soon.

Haroun was indeed done with his phone call within the next few moments. "Good. Thank you." he said, then he hung up the phone. He was tempted to give it the finger, but that would be a little _too_ childish of him. Turning around, he finally noticed the extremely bundled-up little slip of a girl poking through the cabinets. "Good afternoon." he said pleasantly. He didn't recognize her, which means that she must be the new girl. "Carolina, is it? I'm Haroun al-Rashid. I teach Flight and Arabic here." he said, offering her his hand. His accent was definitely present but not overwhelming so.

Karolina turned around, peanut butter in one hand and a box of saltines in the other, looking guilty even with the sunglasses. "Oh. Hi, yeah. I mean, yeah, I'm Karolina." She juggled the items in her hands for a second, then gave up and set the saltines down so she could reach out and shake. "Good to meet you." She didn't think she'd be taking Flight OR Arabic, but making a good impression with the teachers was important, anyway.

Haroun shook her hand once and then let her hand drop. She had an awful handshake, but she was ... twelve? Thirteen? Something like that. Only to be expected. "There should be fudge in the fridge with your name on it, if you're interested." he offered. "And since you haven't seen the invite yet - I'm taking over the big TV tonight for a Pride pay-per-view. You're more than welcome to stop by and watch if you want. Pretty good card, and there'll be plenty of free food."

"Fudge? Oh, I can't eat it, probably," Karolina said, sounding apologetic. "What's Pride?"

"Can't eat it?" he said, puzzled, but let it go. "Pride Fighting Championships. Mixed martial arts tournament." he said with a grin. "Good stuff if you like the sweetest art."

"Oh. Huh. Well, I may stop in and see what it's like," she said politely, chewing on her lip. Watching people beat each other up didn't sound like much fun to her, and nor did being in a roomful of people, just yet. "Anyway. I'm just gonna take this stuff to my room--we can have food in our rooms, right?"

"Absolutely. Just keep it neat and there will be no problems." he said reassuringly. He didn't think this girl would want to watch the fights, but politeness compelled him to ask. "Stop up to Ororo's office and she'll give you what ground rules we have." he said. "Second floor. Headmistresses's office isn't hard to find."

"Kay. Thanks." Karolina smiled at him and started pulling drawers open. "Uh...where can I find a butter knife?"

Haroun moved around the girl and pulled open the silverware drawer. "There you go." he said politely.

"Thanks." Karolina grinned sheepishly and snatched a knife out, clutching it in her hand as she scooped the saltines up into the crook of her arm. "I'll...see you around. Maybe at the Pride...thing." She backed toward the door, shoving her sunglasses up her nose with a shoulder.

"No obligation. You want to meet some of the students, be a good place to start." he offered, knowing she'd never show. "And free pizza never hurts. I swear, this place has RADAR when it comes to someone ordering food."

Kare nodded and ducked out of the kitchen, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. This SUCKED. She used to be good at talking to people. Now she felt like they had to be staring, even if they weren't. And she'd noticed, from the few students she'd seen around, that most of them looked pretty normal. So even in a school of mutants, she was a freak. Great. Back to hiding in her room.

Haroun watched her duck out, then shrugged. Skittish, but then again most newly-manifested folks were. Probably in the arguing-with-God stage of grief processing by now. Anyway - not his worry, not his concern. He had party arrangements to finish making.