Monet and Jan, Monday afternoon
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Jan hummed to herself as she walked down one of the hallways of Xavier's. With a bounce to her steps, she made her way past the throng of students making their way to and from class.
Monet was in a distinctly un-good mood as she clumped down the hall. It had been pointed out to her that perhaps driving into town for an afternoon out was, perhaps, not such a fantastic idea right now as the part where she'd almost certainly survive any potential crashes wasn't the only thing to be considered. She took an abrupt side-step to avoid walking into Jan, not having paid much attention to where she was going and swore as her knee buckled.
"Are you trying not to spew again?" Jan looked at Monet, a small frown passing over her face as she took a step back. "You're not, like, contaguious or anything, are you? Why aren't you in the Medlab if you're all, well, sick? Wait... are you sure you're not just drinking too much or something and pretending to be real sick when you're really just drunk sick?"
Monet steadied herself against the wall. "Actually, no. I've been good - no drinking. It's a bit of a long story, mate." There was a momentary pause. "I'm sick, yeah, but not in the contagious medlab way. The docs at the hospital gave me the all-clear on that front, so the Proffessor is doing his 'I'm a very big arse telepath' thing on me, to figure it out."
"Are you still going to classes or are you staying home all sick?" Jan still eyed the other girl warily. "I mean, if you're barely able to walk, you should just stay in bed, yeah? If you let people known you're not feeling well, nicely I mean, not threatening mind control or crap like that, someone might actually bring you food and stuff."
Monet shrugged. "I had five credits this semester and I've dropped them down to two, since they're the ones without contact hours, since they're delivered online." She gave a small laugh. "I should have gotten them to bring me food, instead, eh?" She was not the sort of girl who got sick and she was not used to this. "But, honestly, mate, I'm fine. Charles is doing his thing and they'll have it figured out soon. I'll be right as rain in two or three days, tops." Please...
"Well, if all of the right people know about you feeling like crap, I guess it's ok," said Jan, although there was just a bit of doubt audible in her voice. "Hey, um... do you want me to bring you some soup or something in a bit? I'd offer cookies, but if you're really feeling as craptastic as you look, cookies probably aren't the best food of choice for you right now."
"I'm not queasy just ... off colour in the it's not weird growths in my brain so we don't know what it is way. I think I'd prefer biscuits, to be honest. Sensible food is so sensible!. I might take you up on it, though. Meet you for videos after training?"
Yep. There was no doubt about it. There was definitely something odd about Monet. "Sure!" Jan replied brightly. "See you later!"
Jan hummed to herself as she walked down one of the hallways of Xavier's. With a bounce to her steps, she made her way past the throng of students making their way to and from class.
Monet was in a distinctly un-good mood as she clumped down the hall. It had been pointed out to her that perhaps driving into town for an afternoon out was, perhaps, not such a fantastic idea right now as the part where she'd almost certainly survive any potential crashes wasn't the only thing to be considered. She took an abrupt side-step to avoid walking into Jan, not having paid much attention to where she was going and swore as her knee buckled.
"Are you trying not to spew again?" Jan looked at Monet, a small frown passing over her face as she took a step back. "You're not, like, contaguious or anything, are you? Why aren't you in the Medlab if you're all, well, sick? Wait... are you sure you're not just drinking too much or something and pretending to be real sick when you're really just drunk sick?"
Monet steadied herself against the wall. "Actually, no. I've been good - no drinking. It's a bit of a long story, mate." There was a momentary pause. "I'm sick, yeah, but not in the contagious medlab way. The docs at the hospital gave me the all-clear on that front, so the Proffessor is doing his 'I'm a very big arse telepath' thing on me, to figure it out."
"Are you still going to classes or are you staying home all sick?" Jan still eyed the other girl warily. "I mean, if you're barely able to walk, you should just stay in bed, yeah? If you let people known you're not feeling well, nicely I mean, not threatening mind control or crap like that, someone might actually bring you food and stuff."
Monet shrugged. "I had five credits this semester and I've dropped them down to two, since they're the ones without contact hours, since they're delivered online." She gave a small laugh. "I should have gotten them to bring me food, instead, eh?" She was not the sort of girl who got sick and she was not used to this. "But, honestly, mate, I'm fine. Charles is doing his thing and they'll have it figured out soon. I'll be right as rain in two or three days, tops." Please...
"Well, if all of the right people know about you feeling like crap, I guess it's ok," said Jan, although there was just a bit of doubt audible in her voice. "Hey, um... do you want me to bring you some soup or something in a bit? I'd offer cookies, but if you're really feeling as craptastic as you look, cookies probably aren't the best food of choice for you right now."
"I'm not queasy just ... off colour in the it's not weird growths in my brain so we don't know what it is way. I think I'd prefer biscuits, to be honest. Sensible food is so sensible!. I might take you up on it, though. Meet you for videos after training?"
Yep. There was no doubt about it. There was definitely something odd about Monet. "Sure!" Jan replied brightly. "See you later!"
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