Log: Forge meets Marie
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xp_logsNoonish on Wednesday, the mansion's newest returnee runs into the resident inventive genius. Forge can't figure out why everyone's so concerned about the drama, and Marie gets to meet the first one of the 'new' (to her) students.
Marie headed to the kitchen, peaking around the corner before entering. Since returning to the mansion, she felt like she had to constantly be aware of her surroundings to keep from bumping into uncomfortable situations. Sighing with relief at the sight of the empty kitchen, she entered.
Briefly looking over her options, Marie settled on a making a fruit salad. Humming as she gathered the needed supplies, her thoughts began to wander.
Headphones on and music cranked up to eleven, Forge flattened himself against the wall of the hallway as a gaggle of smaller children rushed by. "Traffic hazard..." he mumbled as he air-drummed along with the music, rounding the corner into the kitchen.
Expecting the kitchen to be empty, Forge had no qualms about wildly pantomiming a huge drum solo ending in a crescendo of cymbal crashes and snare hits, culminating in a wild leap and arm gesticulations.
Plucking his earphones out, he spun around with a dramatic "Thank youuuu, Westchester--", pausing as he noticed Marie with the bowl full of fruit. "Oh. Um, hey." Boy, this is awkward.
Marie watched with an amused smile as an unfamiliar looking young man began air drumming his way into the kitchen. He looked like he was enjoying himself and she was curious how long it would take him to realize that he wasn’t quite alone. The look on his face when he turned around was priceless and she choked down a chuckle, hoping not to embarrass him.
“Hi…Ah’m Marie,” she said as she offered her gloved hand. “Care to join me?” she asked, already dishing him out a helping. Her mother had always told her that meeting new people was easier when food was involved.
Peering into the bowl, Forge's face lit up. "Hey, fruit salad! Takes care of my Appease Lorna quota for the day. She's got this crazy superstition about vitamins and essential nutrients. It's cute, really." Popping a grape into his mouth with one hand, he extended the other in a quick handshake. "'m Forge. John Henry Forge, but no one calls me that unless I'm in trouble. Or they're Marie-Ange. Who... only seems to talk to me if I'm in trouble. Maybe there's a correlation."
Hooking a nearby stool with his foot, Forge pulled it over and hopped up to take a seat, absently picking a bit of pineapple from the bowl with his prosthetic hand and tossing it into his mouth. "So you're like, an alumnus and stuff. Seems like most folks are pretty excited to see you back."
Marie wondered who Forge had been talking to. While she knew that many of her friends were happy to have her back, she couldn’t help feel a pang at those whose lives would be easier if she had stayed in Canada. “Most, Ah guess. Ah'm pretty happy to be back.” She removed her white silk gloves, carefully folding them and setting them on the counter. She picked a few pieces of fruit out of her bowl then asked “So how long y’ been here?”
Marie remembered Doug’s mention of Asgard and made a mental note to find out more about what had happened. “This place wouldn’t be the same without the occasional evil mutant trying to take over the world or an attack of some sort. People would get bored and start doing crazy things, like leading normal lives.”
Finishing the last of her fruit, Marie rinsed out her bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Covering what was left in the large bowl, she placed it in the fridge before washing her hands and slipping her gloves back on.
Marie debated internally whether it was too impolite to ask him about his abilities, settling instead on asking another question. “So what do you do around here…y’ know, when there isn’t a crisis of some sort?”
"I build things," Forge explained, tapping his head with one metal finger for emphasis. "It's what I do. Either tuning up the cars in the garage, or rebuilding the training drones that the team keeps breaking, or researching standing-wave static phased EM field projectors, I'm pretty much always busy with something. Helps that I don't have to sleep much."
Eyeing her gloves, Forge stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I'm assuming your mutation deals with contact somehow? Not quite controlled yet?" He gave a smile, trying to convey curiosity rather than tactlessness. "One of my roommates has a similar kind of thing."
Marie nodded as Forge explained his powers, then answered his question. “Not quite.” Wasn’t that the understatement. Taking a serious tone, Marie explained further, “Any type of skin contact, and Ah start absorbing the person Ah’m touching.” She figured she’d leave the explanation simple…no need to freak Forge out the first time he met her. Then she finally processed what he had said. “…your roommate?” This was the first she’d heard of someone with a mutation similar to her own.
Forge's eyebrows raised in interest. "Yeah, Marius Laverne. Australian, curly black hair, wears rugby gloves? If someone hits on you within twenty seconds from 'hello', it's probably Marius. He..." Forge pondered how to describe Marius' ... unique mutation. "He has these little mouths on his hands to extract genetic material from mutants. He needs it to live, side effect is that he kind of mimics their powers for a while. Pretty interesting when he borrowed mine, pretty damn funny when he borrowed Rahne's. Kind of hard to be cool and suave when you're not used to four legs and a tail."
Folding his artificial leg up onto his lap, Forge fiddled with a few wires, making adjustments. "So what's with everyone expecting big drama now that you're back. Oh god, you didn't date Manuel, did you?"
Marie had so much to learn about all the new students at the mansion. She filed away the information about Marius, wishing she could carry around a notepad and take notes without appearing odd. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Not a fan of Manny?” without needing an answer. “No, Ah never dated Manuel.”
Twirling a loose strand of white hair around her finger, she thought carefully about how to proceed. “Ah guess you could say that it’s goin’ to be difficult for some people to get used to have me back. But Ah’m really hoping the drama is over.” I don’t know how much more I can take, she thought as she flashed back to the awkwardness with Doug.
Forge laughed out loud at that one. "Trust me, it's never over. Well, as far as I can tell, you haven't been away pretending to be a sinister supervillain, you haven't mentioned any evil relatives in tow, you don't LOOK like you're possessed by an artificial intelligence, you were conscious when you got here, and you haven't had a complete breakdown and been ordered to tea with the Professor yet." He smiled broadly, giving Marie a double thumbs-up. "That puts you ahead of about ninety percent of the adults who wind up here. So take that as a plus."
“Ah guess that’s true,” she said with a wry smile. “But Ah wouldn’t be surprised if a get a call to tea with the Professor sometime soon.” She was glad to see someone else besides her found some humor in the chaotic nature of the mansion’s day to day events.
Levitating to reach a box on the top shelf, she inquired “Cookie?” while pulling out a package of Oreos. “Figured since we already did the healthy thing, we’ve earned being a little bad.”
Forge practically levitated off the stool in his rush to Marie's side. "You're totally vouching for me eating healthy food if Lorna comes in and throws a wok at my head, right?"
Marie laughed and then nodded. “Plus, Ah always counted chocolate as one of the necessary food groups…can’t live without it, Ah’d start going through withdrawal.” Pouring a glass of milk, she began twisting the Oreos open and dunking them in. After polishing off a few, she turned to Forge and asked, “So you said you repair the drones…can ya tweak them too?”
"Mm-hmm," Forge mumbled through a mouthful of Oreo. "Usually Mr. Summers or Ms. Munroe gives me some specs, and I customize the drones for them. It's a modular system, really. I take it they've got a uniform waiting for you down there?'
Marie covered her mouth to contain a giggle at hearing Scott and Ororo referred to as Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe. Oh G-d…what if people started calling her Ms. D’Ancato? She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that. “Yeah, Ah suppose they do…and Ah’m anxious to take a run through the Danger Room.” She rubbed her hands together. “Ah haven’t really trained in a while.”
"I'm not allowed to play with the Danger Room yet," Forge replied with a pout. "Although I think I might be able to swing a deal with Mr. Summers. He owes me a favor, what with me building him a new eye and all."
Suddenly, Forge cocked his head oddly, staring off into the distance. "It's what? I am? Aw crap, on my way..." he said to no one in particular before shaking his head and looking at Marie. "It figures my one class here is with the Professor, and he's got a habit of telepathically reminding me when I'm late." He hustled towards the hallway, giving a quick wave to Marie. "And in case Lorna hasn't said it yet, welcome back to the madhouse."
Marie headed to the kitchen, peaking around the corner before entering. Since returning to the mansion, she felt like she had to constantly be aware of her surroundings to keep from bumping into uncomfortable situations. Sighing with relief at the sight of the empty kitchen, she entered.
Briefly looking over her options, Marie settled on a making a fruit salad. Humming as she gathered the needed supplies, her thoughts began to wander.
Headphones on and music cranked up to eleven, Forge flattened himself against the wall of the hallway as a gaggle of smaller children rushed by. "Traffic hazard..." he mumbled as he air-drummed along with the music, rounding the corner into the kitchen.
Expecting the kitchen to be empty, Forge had no qualms about wildly pantomiming a huge drum solo ending in a crescendo of cymbal crashes and snare hits, culminating in a wild leap and arm gesticulations.
Plucking his earphones out, he spun around with a dramatic "Thank youuuu, Westchester--", pausing as he noticed Marie with the bowl full of fruit. "Oh. Um, hey." Boy, this is awkward.
Marie watched with an amused smile as an unfamiliar looking young man began air drumming his way into the kitchen. He looked like he was enjoying himself and she was curious how long it would take him to realize that he wasn’t quite alone. The look on his face when he turned around was priceless and she choked down a chuckle, hoping not to embarrass him.
“Hi…Ah’m Marie,” she said as she offered her gloved hand. “Care to join me?” she asked, already dishing him out a helping. Her mother had always told her that meeting new people was easier when food was involved.
Peering into the bowl, Forge's face lit up. "Hey, fruit salad! Takes care of my Appease Lorna quota for the day. She's got this crazy superstition about vitamins and essential nutrients. It's cute, really." Popping a grape into his mouth with one hand, he extended the other in a quick handshake. "'m Forge. John Henry Forge, but no one calls me that unless I'm in trouble. Or they're Marie-Ange. Who... only seems to talk to me if I'm in trouble. Maybe there's a correlation."
Hooking a nearby stool with his foot, Forge pulled it over and hopped up to take a seat, absently picking a bit of pineapple from the bowl with his prosthetic hand and tossing it into his mouth. "So you're like, an alumnus and stuff. Seems like most folks are pretty excited to see you back."
Marie wondered who Forge had been talking to. While she knew that many of her friends were happy to have her back, she couldn’t help feel a pang at those whose lives would be easier if she had stayed in Canada. “Most, Ah guess. Ah'm pretty happy to be back.” She removed her white silk gloves, carefully folding them and setting them on the counter. She picked a few pieces of fruit out of her bowl then asked “So how long y’ been here?”
Marie remembered Doug’s mention of Asgard and made a mental note to find out more about what had happened. “This place wouldn’t be the same without the occasional evil mutant trying to take over the world or an attack of some sort. People would get bored and start doing crazy things, like leading normal lives.”
Finishing the last of her fruit, Marie rinsed out her bowl and put it in the dishwasher. Covering what was left in the large bowl, she placed it in the fridge before washing her hands and slipping her gloves back on.
Marie debated internally whether it was too impolite to ask him about his abilities, settling instead on asking another question. “So what do you do around here…y’ know, when there isn’t a crisis of some sort?”
"I build things," Forge explained, tapping his head with one metal finger for emphasis. "It's what I do. Either tuning up the cars in the garage, or rebuilding the training drones that the team keeps breaking, or researching standing-wave static phased EM field projectors, I'm pretty much always busy with something. Helps that I don't have to sleep much."
Eyeing her gloves, Forge stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I'm assuming your mutation deals with contact somehow? Not quite controlled yet?" He gave a smile, trying to convey curiosity rather than tactlessness. "One of my roommates has a similar kind of thing."
Marie nodded as Forge explained his powers, then answered his question. “Not quite.” Wasn’t that the understatement. Taking a serious tone, Marie explained further, “Any type of skin contact, and Ah start absorbing the person Ah’m touching.” She figured she’d leave the explanation simple…no need to freak Forge out the first time he met her. Then she finally processed what he had said. “…your roommate?” This was the first she’d heard of someone with a mutation similar to her own.
Forge's eyebrows raised in interest. "Yeah, Marius Laverne. Australian, curly black hair, wears rugby gloves? If someone hits on you within twenty seconds from 'hello', it's probably Marius. He..." Forge pondered how to describe Marius' ... unique mutation. "He has these little mouths on his hands to extract genetic material from mutants. He needs it to live, side effect is that he kind of mimics their powers for a while. Pretty interesting when he borrowed mine, pretty damn funny when he borrowed Rahne's. Kind of hard to be cool and suave when you're not used to four legs and a tail."
Folding his artificial leg up onto his lap, Forge fiddled with a few wires, making adjustments. "So what's with everyone expecting big drama now that you're back. Oh god, you didn't date Manuel, did you?"
Marie had so much to learn about all the new students at the mansion. She filed away the information about Marius, wishing she could carry around a notepad and take notes without appearing odd. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Not a fan of Manny?” without needing an answer. “No, Ah never dated Manuel.”
Twirling a loose strand of white hair around her finger, she thought carefully about how to proceed. “Ah guess you could say that it’s goin’ to be difficult for some people to get used to have me back. But Ah’m really hoping the drama is over.” I don’t know how much more I can take, she thought as she flashed back to the awkwardness with Doug.
Forge laughed out loud at that one. "Trust me, it's never over. Well, as far as I can tell, you haven't been away pretending to be a sinister supervillain, you haven't mentioned any evil relatives in tow, you don't LOOK like you're possessed by an artificial intelligence, you were conscious when you got here, and you haven't had a complete breakdown and been ordered to tea with the Professor yet." He smiled broadly, giving Marie a double thumbs-up. "That puts you ahead of about ninety percent of the adults who wind up here. So take that as a plus."
“Ah guess that’s true,” she said with a wry smile. “But Ah wouldn’t be surprised if a get a call to tea with the Professor sometime soon.” She was glad to see someone else besides her found some humor in the chaotic nature of the mansion’s day to day events.
Levitating to reach a box on the top shelf, she inquired “Cookie?” while pulling out a package of Oreos. “Figured since we already did the healthy thing, we’ve earned being a little bad.”
Forge practically levitated off the stool in his rush to Marie's side. "You're totally vouching for me eating healthy food if Lorna comes in and throws a wok at my head, right?"
Marie laughed and then nodded. “Plus, Ah always counted chocolate as one of the necessary food groups…can’t live without it, Ah’d start going through withdrawal.” Pouring a glass of milk, she began twisting the Oreos open and dunking them in. After polishing off a few, she turned to Forge and asked, “So you said you repair the drones…can ya tweak them too?”
"Mm-hmm," Forge mumbled through a mouthful of Oreo. "Usually Mr. Summers or Ms. Munroe gives me some specs, and I customize the drones for them. It's a modular system, really. I take it they've got a uniform waiting for you down there?'
Marie covered her mouth to contain a giggle at hearing Scott and Ororo referred to as Mr. Summers and Ms. Munroe. Oh G-d…what if people started calling her Ms. D’Ancato? She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that. “Yeah, Ah suppose they do…and Ah’m anxious to take a run through the Danger Room.” She rubbed her hands together. “Ah haven’t really trained in a while.”
"I'm not allowed to play with the Danger Room yet," Forge replied with a pout. "Although I think I might be able to swing a deal with Mr. Summers. He owes me a favor, what with me building him a new eye and all."
Suddenly, Forge cocked his head oddly, staring off into the distance. "It's what? I am? Aw crap, on my way..." he said to no one in particular before shaking his head and looking at Marie. "It figures my one class here is with the Professor, and he's got a habit of telepathically reminding me when I'm late." He hustled towards the hallway, giving a quick wave to Marie. "And in case Lorna hasn't said it yet, welcome back to the madhouse."
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