Laurie & Garison: Timeout
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xp_logsWhen: Saturday 12th May 2007 Time: 10:00am
Who: Garrison, Laurie.
What happens: Garrison finds Laurie by the lake and they have a talk.
It was a beautiful day, anyone could see that. The sun was shining across the lake, making it sparkle slightly, as if diamonds lay just under the surface. Laurie sat on a bench just aways back from the shore, throwing pieces of stale bread to a gathering of ducks as she stared off into the distance.
It was another day, and they still hadn't found them. She wasn't sure what happened during kidnappings but she was almost positive that it wasn't a state off affairs conductive to good mental health. She was having a little more trouble coping today, and had decided to come out here to the lake. It was calming out here, and she didn't have to make an effort to be seen to be handling things. Not that people would mind if she wasn't, she supposed but she didn't want to give anyone any more stress then they already had to deal with.
"You know you just hit that duck in the head, don't you?" Garison's sudden appearance was proof that she was more lost in thought than paying attention. He had wandered out to enjoy the sun. Since he'd been away from the mansion for most of the last three weeks, he'd been dropped from the rotation until a session or two to get back up to speed, which left him benched in the middle of the crisis.
"Do you think it'll hold a grudge?" Laurie asked, squinting up at him from where she sat. She had long ago gotten over being startled by people suddenly appearing out of nowhere. You sort of had to, given the two teleporters at residence in the mansion.
"If it does, you're going to get a face full of angry mallard, that's for sure." Garrison took a seat at the other end of the bench. "You should have brought a tennis racket. Very effective against ducks, a tennis racket is."
"These are Xavier ducks though, as far as we know they could be telepathic. Moment you went for the racket they'd make you think you were a plant or something." Laurie replied, smiling for a second. "You taking a break too?"
"Not a lot to do right now. Just waiting, like you." He clasped his hands lightly and watched the ducks. "How are you doing?"
"Going increasingly insane, I think." Laurie replied, throwing some more bread to the ducks, making sure she hit the water and not duck this time. "I don't know if it's entirely normal to have thoughts about micro chipping your friends in case of future disappearances."
"It's not exactly what most people would volunteer for. That's why I'm a big believer in handcuffs and prison facilities myself. Want to keep an eye on people?" Kane made a 'pop' noise with his mouth. "Into the lockup, kids."
Laurie snorted, and looked sideways at him. "They locked me up, you know. The local cops. Did I tell you about that, or was it someone else? I think I may need to see Dr. Grey about my memory soon, I completely forgot what classes I had when today."
"I heard that. In my opinion, the local cops collectively couldn't find their own ass with a map, a GPS, flashlight and a Marine SEAL team helping. Still, it would make the school a lot easier to keep track of. We'll call it the Alcatraz method." Kane said, nudging her.
"Okay, is it just me, or is the fact that we're having a conversation about the benefits of jailing people a little weird?" Laurie asked, and then grinned mischievously. "Although, considering you're a cop, I guess this is shop talk for you, right? Like with, what the best handcuffs to use are, and whether bull whips are considering going too far. "
It was nice, to have something to smile about in the midst of some really stressful days. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to not be afraid.
"I work for the FBI right now. We get to talk about cooler things like helicopters and forensic kits. That and those cool jackets with the letters on the back. I love those things." He said, picking up a slice of bread and tearing off some pieces for the birds. "Besides, I would get weird looks if the Professor caught me discussing the merits of handcuffs with a student."
"You mean like in CSI? With all the cool music and swirly turning around things. Although, I guess they don't have that in the real FBI, people would probably get nauseous way too often."
Laurie wondered what the Professor would make of this conversation if he were listening in. Possibly the telepathic ducks would've amused him. He seemed the type of guy to like a good telepath joke.
"You ever wonder if the Professor was the guy who used to make panty raids when he was a teenager?"
"I'd have my doubts. Mind you, I don't know anyone who did panty raids as a teenager. We generally didn't try and raid other people's underwear drawers. In fact, I never understood the point. You make a successful raid and you've got a handful of underwear. Now what?" Kane grinned. "Unless you've got a sort of Eddie Izzard bent to your dress sense, all you're left with is some trophy that you know your mom is going to find and strongly suggest you try out for football instead."
"Well, the kids here did. Although, the girls got back at them by actually making them wear the underwear, so I'm told. They have photographic evidence even, funniest thing I've ever seen." Laurie replied , grinning widely. "Who's Eddie Izzard?"
"Oh god, this school gets more and more bizarre. And you don't know Eddie? Alright, you're following me to the rec room so I can show you a DVD that is likely wholly inappropriate." And would certainly distract her from worrying about her friends. "By the way, which would you prefer; cake or death?"
Who: Garrison, Laurie.
What happens: Garrison finds Laurie by the lake and they have a talk.
It was a beautiful day, anyone could see that. The sun was shining across the lake, making it sparkle slightly, as if diamonds lay just under the surface. Laurie sat on a bench just aways back from the shore, throwing pieces of stale bread to a gathering of ducks as she stared off into the distance.
It was another day, and they still hadn't found them. She wasn't sure what happened during kidnappings but she was almost positive that it wasn't a state off affairs conductive to good mental health. She was having a little more trouble coping today, and had decided to come out here to the lake. It was calming out here, and she didn't have to make an effort to be seen to be handling things. Not that people would mind if she wasn't, she supposed but she didn't want to give anyone any more stress then they already had to deal with.
"You know you just hit that duck in the head, don't you?" Garison's sudden appearance was proof that she was more lost in thought than paying attention. He had wandered out to enjoy the sun. Since he'd been away from the mansion for most of the last three weeks, he'd been dropped from the rotation until a session or two to get back up to speed, which left him benched in the middle of the crisis.
"Do you think it'll hold a grudge?" Laurie asked, squinting up at him from where she sat. She had long ago gotten over being startled by people suddenly appearing out of nowhere. You sort of had to, given the two teleporters at residence in the mansion.
"If it does, you're going to get a face full of angry mallard, that's for sure." Garrison took a seat at the other end of the bench. "You should have brought a tennis racket. Very effective against ducks, a tennis racket is."
"These are Xavier ducks though, as far as we know they could be telepathic. Moment you went for the racket they'd make you think you were a plant or something." Laurie replied, smiling for a second. "You taking a break too?"
"Not a lot to do right now. Just waiting, like you." He clasped his hands lightly and watched the ducks. "How are you doing?"
"Going increasingly insane, I think." Laurie replied, throwing some more bread to the ducks, making sure she hit the water and not duck this time. "I don't know if it's entirely normal to have thoughts about micro chipping your friends in case of future disappearances."
"It's not exactly what most people would volunteer for. That's why I'm a big believer in handcuffs and prison facilities myself. Want to keep an eye on people?" Kane made a 'pop' noise with his mouth. "Into the lockup, kids."
Laurie snorted, and looked sideways at him. "They locked me up, you know. The local cops. Did I tell you about that, or was it someone else? I think I may need to see Dr. Grey about my memory soon, I completely forgot what classes I had when today."
"I heard that. In my opinion, the local cops collectively couldn't find their own ass with a map, a GPS, flashlight and a Marine SEAL team helping. Still, it would make the school a lot easier to keep track of. We'll call it the Alcatraz method." Kane said, nudging her.
"Okay, is it just me, or is the fact that we're having a conversation about the benefits of jailing people a little weird?" Laurie asked, and then grinned mischievously. "Although, considering you're a cop, I guess this is shop talk for you, right? Like with, what the best handcuffs to use are, and whether bull whips are considering going too far. "
It was nice, to have something to smile about in the midst of some really stressful days. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to not be afraid.
"I work for the FBI right now. We get to talk about cooler things like helicopters and forensic kits. That and those cool jackets with the letters on the back. I love those things." He said, picking up a slice of bread and tearing off some pieces for the birds. "Besides, I would get weird looks if the Professor caught me discussing the merits of handcuffs with a student."
"You mean like in CSI? With all the cool music and swirly turning around things. Although, I guess they don't have that in the real FBI, people would probably get nauseous way too often."
Laurie wondered what the Professor would make of this conversation if he were listening in. Possibly the telepathic ducks would've amused him. He seemed the type of guy to like a good telepath joke.
"You ever wonder if the Professor was the guy who used to make panty raids when he was a teenager?"
"I'd have my doubts. Mind you, I don't know anyone who did panty raids as a teenager. We generally didn't try and raid other people's underwear drawers. In fact, I never understood the point. You make a successful raid and you've got a handful of underwear. Now what?" Kane grinned. "Unless you've got a sort of Eddie Izzard bent to your dress sense, all you're left with is some trophy that you know your mom is going to find and strongly suggest you try out for football instead."
"Well, the kids here did. Although, the girls got back at them by actually making them wear the underwear, so I'm told. They have photographic evidence even, funniest thing I've ever seen." Laurie replied , grinning widely. "Who's Eddie Izzard?"
"Oh god, this school gets more and more bizarre. And you don't know Eddie? Alright, you're following me to the rec room so I can show you a DVD that is likely wholly inappropriate." And would certainly distract her from worrying about her friends. "By the way, which would you prefer; cake or death?"
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