xp_logs | Marie and Monet; Backdated to the 18th

Backdated to the 18th, a day after Marie's announcement about the prom.

Monet knocked on Rogue's door. "Hey. You wanted to talk about me chaperoning the prom, didn't you?"

Opening the door, Marie gestured for Monet to enter. "Yeah. It's nothing personal, it's just that you haven't ever chaperoned here before and, um," she paused. "Well there's no nice way to say this, but you seem more the encouraging people to do things than to stop things twice." Like giving your underage brother alcohol at school.

Monet burst out laughing. "I knew you didn't trust me! Honestly, it sounds like fun. I mean, how much work can it be?"

"Should Ah trust you?" Marie asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Trust is something people have to earn from me M. Ah don't just give it out willy-nilly. And if you don't think it'll be work, you've obviously never thought about a dance from the teachers' perspective."

"I"m not stupid Marie. I'm not going to give them alcohol at a school function." Monet shrugged. "Well, the work part just taking their drinks away from them if they get caught and making sure they don't sneak off for special alone time, isn't it? Or is there more to it than that that I should know about? The sekrit teacher's version?"

Marie locked eyes with Monet briefly. Failing to sense anything that was concerning, she nodded. "And being a good role model too - so that means no underage drinking yourself." Her voice softened as she continued. "The other thing is to try and make sure they are having fun. That's especially true for the chaperones that aren't teachers - if you see a kid that looks like they aren't havin' fun, just go talk with them, see if you can help figure out what's goin' on and if there's anythin' that can be done about it." She really hoped she wasn't going to regret this decision. Plus, with the amount of people that had volunteered to help out, she could also keep an eye on M.

Monet nodded. "I can do that." She grinned. "I am doing that, already. I think I've got Illyana to decide to come - I promised I'd hold her hand and make her not look like a freak and all that. So I can play? Pretty, please?"

Marie took a look at M's earnest face and laughed a little. If the girl could get Illyana to come to prom, she deserved to chaperone if that's what she wanted. "Sure, you can play. Just...well, if you have any questions about anything, check with me?"

Monet laughed. "Thanks, Marie. And I will, okay?" She started to stand, still smiling and slowly stiffened, locked in place, one hand resting on the back of the chair, eyes gone blank.

Marie watched the shift, brown eyes widening a bit in concern. She'd heard something about Monet sometimes zoning out, but she'd never seen it before. "Monet? You okay?" What in the world are you supposed to do for someone in this situation?

"Huh?" Monet swayed slightly as she came back to herself but didn't fall. And thankfully, she didn't appear to have damaged the chair she'd been holding. "Urgh. How long was I ...thing. Out for?" She scrubbed a hand through her hair and shook her head. Urgh seemed about appropriate right now. Marie. She was talking to Marie. At least that hadn't changed and there didn't seem to be any silly hats on her, either, which was something.

"You phased out for a few minutes there," Marie said. "Sit down for a sec, yeah?" Disappearing into her kitchen, Marie put on a pot of tea. "Just give me a minute." Setting up the tea to steep and two mugs, Marie walked back over to the couch. "How often does that happen?"

"Thanks." Monet shook her head. "Uh, sometimes? Maybe once, twice a week, at the moment. It's nothing, really. It's not like it's anything serious." She settled on the couch and rubbed her eyes. "At least you didn't stick a silly hat on my head or draw on me, right? I ended up wandering around for an hour, once, with 'I Love Keith' on my left cheek in lipstick. Very dignified and all that."

"Ah'll have to remember that for next time. Afterall, how else would we make Keith feel loved?" Going to check on the tea, Marie brought it over on a tray. "And zoning out may not be serious if you're in my room, but it could be pretty bad in other places. Please tell me you don't drive."

Monet picked up a cup of tea and blew on it to cool it. "Don't worry. I don't drive much - I never needed to while I was in New York and won't if zoning out is going to be a problem down here. Besides, while I'd probably survive the car going off the road, ending up as a brain dead quad would just kill my social life. And it would totally mess with my hair."