xp_logs | Monet Arrives, Both With A Bang And A Whimper

Saturday Evening. 10ish

One minute there was no one there. The sheer empty expanse of snow that was the front yard was uninterrupted and peaceful. Then it wasn't. Hovering above the snow with folded legs a little old man, brown and weathered hovered, looking down with amused calm. Below him, kneeling in the snow was a beautiful teenager throwing up. Barefoot and dressed in a ridiculously small and ludicrously pink tank-top and sarong mini-skirt, she held her hair back with one hand as the other supported her as she puked. There was a plethora of suitcases scattered around them both, elegant even in their unexpectedly rough environment.

Cain who had been chopping wood, his last job for the night until the flash of teleportation distracted him, leaned on the side of the building for a minute and sighed. Another kid. Like they needed another kid. There probably wasn't much they needed less. Still, it looked like she was getting over whatever her problem was, so he probably should get her inside and to Charlie or whatever.

He was on his way over as the girl stood up, and surveyed the wasteland of cases. She sniffed, angrily then saw him approaching. He could see, even in the not particularly great light of the moon, her eyes narrow as they took in his working gear. Her chin went up.

"You!" she said. "Bring my bags inside."

She had managed to take five steps before Cain reached the first suitcase, which he heaved up into the air and away. A few seconds later there was the sound of a distant splash. Not a bad shot, he considered, unable to see the lake with a fairly heavy but awkward suitcase.

The teenager stopped, spun on one heel and stared at him. Out of the corner of his eye, Cain saw the little old man shake his head and disappear again. She took a deep breath and let it out in a snarl between clenched teeth.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm not your servant." He figured that she'd probably figured that out, what with having luggage floating on the lake, but if she was going to ask silly questions, he guessed he should explain. That over with, he headed inside. Charlie would want to know his new little lamb was here. Plus, she'd need a torch to find that bag before it sunk.

The girl's eyes widened and she balled her hands in fists. "Do you have any idea how much that cost? Do you? What sort of a fuckwit are you? Fucking people. Like it's not bad enough that my fucking parents drag me out of bed at some stupid hour when they know I'd been out last night and then tell me I've got to go to another fucking boarding school, only with mutants instead of nuns, and then granddad 'ports me with no warning and that always makes me sick but some moron gardener decides to throw my bags into god knows what? Bloody fucking hell, you all SUCK!"

Cain had learned not to listen to any of the students, and had started walking away early in the piece, so he really only heard her final frustrated scream. When he turned around, she was flying towards the lake, so he figured that was all right. With any luck, she wouldn't even need a torch. He went to collect his wood and the ax, ready to stop work for the night and maybe even have a beer.

A short while later, Betsy opened the door to a wet and furious new student, dressed in inappropriate and now somewhat clinging clothing.

"I," the newcomer announced "am Monet Yvette Clarisse Maria Therese St. Croix. Where is my room?"

Betsy leaned against the door, bowing her head a little to hide the tiny grin. "I.. oh. Yes. Monet, uh, yes. Hello. I'll show you where your room is and get you settled in."

Monet froze in the act of pushing her large numbers of suitcases towards the door. "M. Call me M."