xp_logs | Medusa and Crystal

After her supposed self-defense lesson with Logan, Crystal seeks the refuge of her room in order to make an important phone call in Portuguese. Lakes on fire and demon attacks, so what? As far as Crystal is concerned, the weirdest thing at the mansion is the way teachers interact with the students.

Once inside the safety of the room in which, for the time being, she was the only occupant, Crystal's face broke into a frown. What had that been about? What was it with everyone here? The frown turned into a scowl, and Crystal hit the buttons on her phone that would connect her to the one person she knew could help her.

Medusa had just returned from a shopping trip with both hands full when she heard the strains of Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons" coming from somewhere nearby. It took her a moment to remember that was her current ringer and a strand of her hair extended into her purse, wrapping itself around the cellphone and opening it as it retracted towards her ear. "Os cumprimentos, este sדo Medusalith."

Doing her best to remain calm, Crystal spoke into the phone. "~Medusa! There is something very wrong with the people here!~"

Dropping her bags, Medusa strode towards the main room. "~What is wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?~"

~"The teachers act in extremely inappropriate manners! I am not physically hurt. I am at the school. I thought at first it was just the teacher I told you about, the one who lashed out at me simply because I am not a cooking expert. I was wrong, Medusa. She is not the only one who appears to be lacking in the knowledge of the proper way to deal with students!"~

Taking a deep breath, Medusa turned around and returned to her suite, closing the door firmly behind her. "~Do not worry me like that!~" she scolded. "~What happened now?~" she asked, the concern obvious in her tone.

"~I think they have been wearing those leather costumes for too long!~ Crystal replied seriously. ~I think it has affected most of their minds! A number of the teachers are either physically or mentally hurt, maybe both! One teacher openly advertised that his powers weren't working right; now he describes in detail how much they are or aren't working! The headmaster was kidnapped and he gave me a book to read...I can't believe he didn't give me any warnings about it! The student counselor says he isn't well and has 'control complications' that apparently led him to set off the fire alarm! And the self-defense teacher...I thought he was going to teach me something, but I think he just wanted to goad me into attacking him!"~

"~Leather costumes? Do they prance around the school in those things?~" Medusa shook her head at the absurdity. "~I thought the school was a safe place. I am honestly more concerned that the headmaster was kidnapped than that he gave you some book to read. The counselor…well, do you not remember what it was like when you were younger? Perhaps he manifested late. But the self-defense teacher, that is unacceptable. A teacher goading a student?~"

"~I haven't seen them wear the costumes here; I think they just wear them when they are trying to save the world.~" Crystal paused for a moment before continuing, "~From what I have heard, being kidnapped
seems to be a regular occurrence here.~"

"Merda!" Medusa exclaimed before perching gingerly on the edge of a loveseat. "~That is not very comforting.~" She had worried about her sister being apart from the family and this news was not helping to
ease her concerns.

"~I know,~" Crystal sighed. ~"Please, don't worry about that, though. You know that I can take care of myself.~"

"~I would prefer that not be necessary, but I have seen that you are more than capable.~" Medusa reached up to hold the phone with her hand, relaxing the strands of her hair. While she would prefer Crystal under her watchful gaze, she knew it was important for her to be on her own and learn to deal with whatever life threw her way. "~Are you unhappy at the school?~"

Crystal thought hard for a moment, attempting to come up with a good way to phrase her thoughts. ~I would not say that I am happy, but unhappy...? I will say that it is not at all what I thought it would
be, and it is certainly different than being at home, but I will do my best.~"

"~You know that you can always come home, if that is your desire.~" As she spoke, her hair extended and began opening drawers to put away her new clothes. "~But I am sure that they have much to offer or our parents would not have allowed you to be enrolled. I am a little concerned about your teachers though. Are there any who you are not concerned about?~"

"~I have been working on my new ability with Ms. Munroe, and as far as I can tell, she does not have the issues the other teachers seem to have. I do not have any concerns about her.~"

Medusa let out a sigh of relief. "~I must confess it is difficult for me to advise you on the best course of action. Perhaps there is someone at the school you could talk with? This Ms. Munroe or perhaps the advisor on your floor you have told me about before? The other teachers must be aware of the situations you have described.~"

"~Perhaps. I think I will do that, Medusa. I am surprised by the fact that no one else seems to be bothered by what is happening. Surely the safety and well-being of the students should be the first priority
here."~

"~You know I am always here if you find speaking with someone unsuccessful.~" Medusa hoped that there was at least one sane adult at the school, though she was also ready to acknowledge that Crystal may have been misinterpreting events. She hoped the true situation was the latter, but she was not certain and she made a mental note to call and check on her little sister and perhaps mention some of Crystal's concerns in passing to their parents.

"~I know, Medusa. We are always there for each other.~"

"~That is what sisters are for.~"