Jennie and Crystal -Thursday Night

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After exacting mutual revenge, a truce of sorts is declared. Now, they're not the bestest of friends, but at least there's no more property damage. We hope.



Jennie lay on her bed on her stomach, idly flicking through a magazine. She wondered if her little prank had worked. The argument ended up being a huge collective misunderstanding, due to the fact that Jennie's sense of humor was different than Crystal's. The alerting of Marie to Jennie's nocturnal activities, however, was a low blow and demanded retribution. Jennie knew she was sliding into questionable ethical territory, but Jennie didn't see any harm with adding a little bad luck to Crystal's shoes. Jennie wasn't sure if her jinx had worked, so she was waiting for her roomate to return. Jennie'd had a busy couple of days, what with the creepy visions and the trip to New York, so she had no idea if it had worked or not. Then she heard footsteps in the suite. Ah, that would be her now....

Crystal entered the room, wearing newly bought shoes, holding a rather large, wrapped box. "I don't know whether or not you noticed," she said to Jennie, "but your CD player is, ah, no longer with us. I brought a replacement."

Jennie's eyebrows shot up. "You did what now?"

"I purchased a new CD player for you. The store employee I spoke with over the phone said that it’s a good model." Crystal placed the box on the floor, continuing to speak. "It can hold five CDs at once, and it is also capable of recording your own personal CDs."


Jennie blinked. Several times. "You bought me a cd player? But I have perfectly good..." She trailed off when she noticed the spot where her boombox used to occupy.

"Yes, you do have a perfectly good CD player. It is right here, in this box. In regards to your previous CD player..." Crystal paused for a moment. "It met with a rather unfortunate accident, and I'm afraid that Forge is the only person who has any use for it now."

Jennie rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms. She had an idea of the unfortunate accident, and it happened to be standing in the room wearing cute shoes. Still, Jennie knew a peace offering when she saw one. "Thanks Crystal. You really didn't have to. Next time something of mine breaks, I can replace it. But I appreciate it. Really."

"It didn't just... oh." It took Crystal a moment to realize what was happening. Of course Jennie could make an educated guess and know that her property had not just "happened" to break. Besides, all Jennie had to do was pay a visit to Forge in order to find out just how her CD player had met its doom. "You're welcome. It has headphones. Good, working headphones to keep your noise, I mean, your music, to yourself."

Jennie reached over and picked up the box, inspecting it's features. She chose to studiously ignore the dig at her music. "Hmm. Cute shoes by the way." She said without even looking up.

"Yes, and they have quite an interesting story behind them," remarked Crystal. "For some reason, the shoes I wore earlier today gave me a bit of a problem. To make a long story short, I ended up stepping into a rather large mud puddle that somehow escaped my notice."

"Really?" HA! "Must of been a ninja mud puddle. Jamie, or one of him, was probably watering or something." Jennie shrugged. "I know I've lost a decent pair of sneakers from getting tossed in the lake."

"A ninja mud puddle?" Crystal asked, confused. "It just looked like a regular puddle of mud, albeit an unusually large and extra muddy one."

Jennie shook her head. "I was joking. I say it's ninja, because ninjas are sneaky and the mud puddle sneaked up on you." Jennie wondered if Attilan had a wall around it, to keep out the rest of the world. "You think I'm hard to understand? Catseye, the purple girl across the way there, speaks her own brand of English. It would be amusing if she didn't try to claw you everytime you don't understand her right away."

"I would assume that the belief that you are a cat would do that to you," Crystal responded. "It's not her fault. She is learning, though, isn't she?"

"Yeah, apparently she didn't believe in the concept of clothes when she first got here, so I say it's a marked improvement. I would rather she not sleep on my neck sometimes, though. Waking up with 15 pounds of purple fur in your face is not a good way to start the morning." Jennie popped the top of the box open and began removing styrofoam carefully, so as not to shred anything or leave a mess on the floor. "Cool trick with putting your clothes away, by the way."

"Trick?" Crystal replied, confused. "What, you mean the whirlwind?" Crystal sat down on her bed, watching Jennie open the box slowly and methodically. "You should see my version of sweeping without a broom."

Jennie sat the box down and looked at Crystal. Maybe she wasn't all bad. With the cd player and the shoes, Jennie figured they were even. Might as well sign a truce now before any more property damage resulted. "Okay, so I think we got off on the wrong foot here, I made assumptions about you, and you did the same to me. How about we start over, then?"

Crystal smiled at Jennie. "That sounds much better than the idea of constant arguing and bickering."

"And messing with each others things." Jennie smiled ruefully. Then she got an idea. Crystal defintely needed to socialize more. "You up for more American pop culture? Kyle was making noises about seeing a movie later." Jennie graciously offered.

"I would love to go see a movie with you and your friends," Crystal said, smiling. Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

Jennie grinned. She hoped Crystal wouldn't be too traumatized by Nacho Libre. Hell, Jennie hoped she wouldn't be traumatized. "Cool. We'll get you used to this place. Pretty soon you'll be the cool veteran who won't bat an eyelash when the lake catches on fire."

Crystal tried to hide a laugh. She had been raised in a family of mutants and didn't think a flaming lake would warrant a second glance from her. Crystal had already been using her own powers for a number of years. Yes, this probability altering/changing luck concept was a new one in her book, but an idea such as water on fire was quite acceptable. "Don't worry about me, I'm sure I'll manage."