xp_logs | No coffee for Marie-Ange.

Juggling a notebook, a small sketchpad and some loose papers, Marie-Ange paused just outside Doctor MacTaggart's office door for a moment, and then knocked quietly with her free hand.

Moira glanced up from the papers on her desk, all the files that she had received earlier, and tried to rub away a headache. "Come in."

"Doctor MacTaggart? I know I sent you my journal files, but.. " Marie-Ange paused and glanced at the scattered papers on the desk. "I thought that maybe my paper dream log might help too, but.. if its too much paper.. "

She chuckled, and gestured for her to come to the chair next to the desk. "Never such a thin' as too much paper, Marie-Ange. In fact, th' more ye have, th' better. Ye ever try ta solve a puzzle wit' missin' pieces? Messy."

"All right. I .. I am not sure if I should even be worrying about this. It is silly, but when Mister Summers told us about Bobby, I remembered that dream, and it isn't the first time I had a dream that kind of came true later." Marie-Ange sat on the small couch and placed the small pile of papers next to her. "Maybe I am just being silly, yes?"

With a practiced sweep of a person who's organized amid chaos, Moira gathered her papers in her hand and knelt next to the couch, spreading them back out. "Unless ye ask me why rugby is better'n football, there is no such thin' as a silly question, lass. Besides Bobby, which I've...confirmed, I've found out who th' blue lizard is, what else has stuck out?"

"Bobby being a lizard was the biggest thing I remembered. Um. More like, ah, what is the word? A .. dame serpente.. a snake woman?" Marie-Ange picked up the sketchpad, and flipped through the pages. "Like.. this, only not quite. It was.. very hard to draw." She turned the sketchpad over, and handed it to Moira. Sketched in pencil, and lightly shaded in blue and red, the page contained several sketches of a woman covered in scales. "I am not sure what else was important. There was.. one about Doug, but it was .. just a little bit."

Moira's breath caught in her throat when she saw the drawing. "...ye obviously know what happened ta Bobby. Did he ever describe Mystique ta ye? Or Rogue?" She noted Doug's name but figured that getting this cleared up may make the rest easier to work around. Puzzles.

"No. It did not seem right to pry, and .. she is a shape shifter, yes? She could be anyone, so I did not think it would be even helpful to ask."

About to say something, Moira paused and placed a hand on her knee. "I know there's been some rough times lately. Still, dinnae ever hesitate ta come ta someone. Me, Professor Xavier, anyone...ye could be verra helpful an' nay not realize it. Because...." Still holding the sketchpad, she turned it so the picture was facing Marie-Ange. "Well, near as I can tell, 'er true form was blue, wit' scales an' yellow eyes. She's yer lizard woman from th' dream.

"Merde!". Expletives were uncommon from Marie-Ange normally expletives in front of her elders were at best, rare. "I.. I did not know." She shook her head. "I.. how .. how could I have known? It was just a dream."

"Ye couldna 'ave, really, especially if'n ye 'ad never 'eard a description before." She paused in thought. "What was tha' 'bout Doug?"

"I.. should have said something, shouldn't I? I.. " Marie-Ange sighed. "I wish I had said something more." She picked up the handful of loose papers, and handed the top one to Moira. "Before Doug knew his power, I had a dream that he was talking to someone one the phone, and .. " she stammers and stops. "I wrote it down, because I was having nightmares a lot after the.. big headaches everyone had."

"If'n ye didnae know, ye shouldnae fault yerself," Moira gently reminded her before taking the papers. "Good!" She leaned in. "When me nightmares were really bad, I wrote them down as well...made them less...scary." She looked over the paper and her eyebrows raised.

"Well...damn...I'm startin' ta see a pattern." She looked at the date and started to place them in chronological order. "Anythin' else tha' seemed out o' sorts?"

Marie-Ange shook her head. "That is just it. I do not know. I write down the dreams I remember, but there are a lot, and some are just so strange. But, dreams are strange a lot."

"Yes, they are." She rocked back on her knees and absently scratched at the bandages on the tops of her hands. "Hrm...'ave there been any power flare-ups since th' nightmares started?"

"Oui. Yes. But, I always have problems with my powers when I am tired, or have not slept."

"Hrm. I know ye 'ave trouble sleepin' but did these nightmares start before ye came here or after?"

Marie-Ange made a frown of concentration. "Just before, I think. I was.. having problems with my powers before I came here."

Moira nodded and mentally put that away as well. "Ye room wit' Rahne, aye? 'as she said anythin' 'bout ye...talkin' in yer sleep, 'avin' projections runnin' 'round when yer 'avin' a nightmare?"
"Sometimes, yes. I don't mean to wake her.. "

Marie-Ange looked down and fidgeted with the sleeve of her shirt. "I don't want to bother her, and sometimes the projections are all over the place.."

Moira had the sudden impression that these two could commit murder and they'd both be too polite to mention it to the other. "Lass, Rahne willnae mind if ye went ta her 'bout this. In fact, it may help..."

Marie-Ange nodded. "If you think she will not be upset. I really do not want to bother her, or, anyone, even."

"Marie-Ange, if'n these keep turnin' up...ye comin' ta us, Rahne, meself, is a good thin'." She tapped the drawing of Mystique. "Ye mind if I borrow this one? I'll want ta show it ta those who've actually seen th' woman."

"I.. yes, of course. I have.. should I keep writing down my dreams? I stopped for a while, because it was just the same thing over and over, like the last few I wrote down."

"If'n it's th' same dream, jus' make a note referencin' which one it was. If'n it was new, aye, write it down. The journal system would work fer tha', makes it easier fer me ta access it. Ask Rahne if tha' she's woken up by ye havin' a nightmare or if'n yer projectin', ta let ye an' I know."

"It was the last one, with Miss Frost in it. That is. part of why I was concerned, because I had one of the dreams before she was gone, and now I am worried." Marie-Ange continued to fidget with her sleeve.

"I will ask Rahne to let you know, and I will keep the logs again."

"Good. Anythin' ye get tha' worries ye, come see me right away. Even if ye think it's stupid, aye? No matter th' time, jus' come an' wake me up."

"Oh. I .. I couldn't.. Doctor MacTaggart, I don't sleep very well at all. I shouldn't be waking you up at four in the morning.." she shook her head fiercely.

"...don't make me write ye a prescription tellin' ye ta do tha' verra thin', Marie-Ange," she warned, patting her on the hand. "Tell ye th' trut', sometimes I dinnae either. Ye wouldnae be troublin' me at all. In fact, it'll 'elp me worry less."

Marie-Ange blinked. "You can write a prescription to make me wake you up? Doctors can do that here? If you are sure, I will." she glanced over to the door of the office. "I know you have to tell the Professor, yes?"

"Well, nay wake ye up, but I can get a prescription written out tha' tells ye ta come wake me up if'n ye 'ave a strange nightmare." Moira thought. "Wit' some o' this information, aye. Especially Emma an' Bobby. Is there anythin' ye -dinnae- want me tellin' 'im?"

"No. I don't think there is anything. .. I am a little worried about it though."

"'bout th' dreams comin' true?"

"Yes. Some of them are... bad."

"Aye, they're nay pleasant tha's fer sure. Ye dinnae think yer the -cause- o' th thin's happenin', are ye?"

Eyes wide, Marie-Ange shook her head vehemently. "No, no. I know better. I just... " she pulled her legs up and rested her chin on her knees. "If I knew, we maybe could have found Bobby ealier, or maybe we could have helped Miss Frost."

"Sometimes, thin's jus'...happen an' yer powerless ta do anythin' because ye dinnae understand it. Tha's not yer fault. Yer a teenager, who knows what ye digest on a regular basis, any number o' thin's could 'ave made these dreams happen. But we're lookin' into it now an' we'll use th' knowledge we 'ave now ta find out what's happenin' ta ye. Like I said, monitor yer dreams, tell me 'bout it if anythin' weird comes up. I'll look fer a pattern." Moira smiled. "Ye 'ad th' corner piece o' the puzzle but now we've got a lot more ta work wit', aye?"

Marie-Ange nodded. "I can do that. " she paused, and smiled. "Doctor MacTaggart? Can I leave out the dreams where Jamie is giving everyone mayonnaise jars for their birthdays? I don't think that one is real."

Blinking, Moira covered up a snicker. "Aye, ye can leave tha' out...I think Jamie would be confused."

Marie-Ange giggled, and stood. "I think maybe I should confuse him, though. It would be a good repayment for the sock war. " she stood, picking up her sketchbook and notepad. "I will let you know about any more dreams, and talk to Rahne. Thank you.. "

"Yer welcome lass, anytime, an' I mean tha' or I'll write tha' damn prescription." Grinning, she scooped up the papers and headed towards her desk. Once Marie-Ange had headed out, she put aside the picture of Mystique and the log dealing with Emma. Even if this didn't turn into anything, they needed to know.