xp_logs | M and Angelo chat

One of the little known advantages to having super speed is the ability to flip channels very quickly. It's an advantage that M, legs tucked under her and intent look on her face, was making full use of.

Angelo found her sitting like that when he wandered into the rec room to kill an hour or so between classes. Blinking at the speed with which she was flicking channels, he settled on a nearby sofa, before saying tentatively, "Hey."

The tv settled on an ancient Spiderman cartoon as M looked over at him, wide eyed. "Oh. Hey. Um." She tilted her head a little. "Adam."

"Angelo", he corrected, letting that pass since she was new and they hadn't talked much yet. "It's Monet, right?"

"M." The response was short. "So you're the guy with that blond chick and the mum who was here, yeah?"

"That's me", he said with a nod, making a mental note of the name she preferred. "How you settling in?"

M sighed. "You know, new school. Finding out what new and bizarre rules there are, who the psycho teachers are, where you can smoke. It's, like, the same every time. I've spent a while doing a lot of tests so they can get an idea about where I'm at in classes. Same old, same old." She grinned suddenly. "Weird and surreal set up here, man."

Angelo grinned back. "Yeah, it is. But it's fun. And for the record, the smoking place is out on the front porch. At least, that's where Shinobi goes..."

"I think the fun factor will have to wait to be proven," M said dryly. "So far it's been pretty boring." She shook her head dismissively. "Okay, so not as boring as some schools I've been in, if you don't take into account I'm not allowed to cause permanent damage to this one. But there's a fuck of a lot of angsting. Still. I guess that everyone thinks everything is life or death when they're young." M spoke loftily from the height of her sixteen years.

Angelo looked at her wryly. "Who's been angsting at you, then?"

M shook her head. "I'm a telepath. People are screaming these things from the roof tops." She shook her head. "You'd think in a place like this, people would be better at shielding. Moan moan, she loves Jono, moan moan, I can't touch him, moan moan, he's a psychopath, moan moan." One hand delicately tucked hair behind her ear. "Some consideration puhlease. Like anyone else cares."

Angelo froze on hearing her first "example", then said, carefully neutral, "People can't help what they think. And shielding takes time to learn. Maybe you should suggest putting it on the class roster, if it bothers you that much."

M beamed hopefully. "Do you think that they'd do that? It's not good for the complexion to be constantly bombarded with inane problems people won't shut up about. I'm sure it dries out your skin, and who needs icky skin? Just try finding moisturizer that works properly, on my skin, then you'll know what real trouble is."

"I'm sure they'd consider it at least", Angelo told her. "There are three telepaths on the faculty who could teach it, after all."

M stretched her way onto her feet, tossing the remote in Angelo's direction. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. If they can't do that, maybe they can think of some kind of mental ball-gag." She stretched again, showing of her lithe body comfortably. "I'll see you around, Andrew," she said, then stalked out of the room, smiling.