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xp_logsOOC: Backdated due to sucky internet connections and giving birth.
It was an odd phenomenon - no matter what sort of obstacles they faced in their 'other' lives, the traditional ones still remained when the workweek rolled around. The last thing Ororo wanted to do was grade a stack of preposition quizzes, but she knew from experience that embracing this sort of mundane activity would likely help get her mind off her worries. And she certainly needed that.
Though what she had told Scott still remained true - that her place was still at the mansion, no matter what - it seemed that everything had shifted just slightly, making her too small to fill the spot she had filled before. The news of her inability to use her powers had not yet gotten out to the majority of the mansion's residents, but she was sure when it did there would be a bevy of questions. Contemplating them only made her mind race, and she found herself staring at the incorrect diagram of a prepositional phrase until a knock at the door roused her from it. Glancing up, she caught sight of a familiar face, though it was one she hadn't seen in quite some time.
"Jay?"
Walking the hallways again drown him in despair, feeling he had let a whole year slip away and now he was behind in everything, there was little he wanted from the school, and just to appease the gods, he came back. So sure, he was back, hands in his pockets, shuffling up to Ororo's door; Jay didn't feel how many others often felt - like they belonged. Instead, now, he felt like an outsider and needed to feel like he should be somewhere, hence standing at her door, deciding whether or not he should knock, or walk away.
He knocked.
"Hey Ms. Munroe," he greeted her, and peeked in. "Am Ah botherin' ya?" he asked, looking very much like he would like to leave, rather then come in - all she had to do was say the word and he would be gone.
Unfortunately for Jay, a distraction was just what Ororo was looking for right about then. "No, Jay, not at all. Please, come in." She motioned for him to enter, standing to move around the desk to offer him a hug or a handshake, whichever he would prefer. "It is very good to see you."
Disappointed that he even made an appearance, Jay slipped inside and closed the door behind him. He walked over to her and for a second, was caught between an awkward hand shake and a half assed hug. Was he supposed to kiss her on the cheek too? His hands recoiled from her as soon as contact was broke, and he pulled out a timesheet from the back pocket of his faded jeans. "Ah got 'ere a list o' classes but uh, Ah'm a little lost as to wha Ah gotta take and what Ah don't. Ah just got 'ere, so Ah don't know...” He handed her the sheet and it had a list of what he wanted to take - business, marketing, music, music history.
Accepting the paper, Ororo pretended not to notice the very distinct air of discomfort the young man was projecting, instead gesturing for him to take a seat as she returned to her own chair on the other side of the desk. "Very well... I am sure we can figure out an acceptable schedule shortly... luckily it has not been too long since the session started, so you will not have too much work to make up." She clicked through a few folders until she was able to call up the master list of classes, teachers and students, scanning it and highlighting the ones that corresponded with Jay's list. "It seems you have a master plan in mind."
He slowly slipped into the chair before her desk, lacing his fingers together and resting his elbows on his knees while he waited. Nodding, he agreed that he wouldn't have too much to catch up on, but the piles of homework weren’t something he was looking forward to. "Oh,' he sat up, and gripped the arm of the chair, sliding to the edge and pointing at the paper.”Ah didn't get a chance ta write it down, but Ah was hopin' fer something ta help me in writin', like, er... literature, or somethin'. Like somethin' ta help with, you know, writtin' songs, an' lyrics." His interest perked while he watched her pull out the master list and pulled the chair closer until his knees were touching the front of her desk. "Ah wanna pursue music, if ya don't mind."
"Of course I don't, Jay - you should feel free to pursue whatever your interests may be." Ororo nearly added 'except if they include world domination or other assorted evil' but refrained, unsure if Jay would appreciate it, having been away from the mansion for so long. "What about a creative writing class?" she suggested, pursing her lips as she perused the list. "Unless you would like a focus on more classical literature, in which case we can certainly find a place for you there instead."
"No, no," he said eagerly, more then he intended. "Creative writing is fine, an' prolly a hell of a lot less borin'." Jay plucked a pen from her desk and wrote something quickly on the palm of his hand while she was busy away, looking over what he wanted to take. When he was done, the pen was replaced and Jay leaned back, shuffling his wings. Feathers dropped to the floor and he casually looked over his shoulder before giving her an apologetic look. "So,” he started, scraping for conversation and maybe to satisfy his own curiosity. "Ya lookin' pretty tired these days. Ah mean, well, ya know wha Ah mean, cause Ah don't mean it that way, just saying.." he decided to stop and change the subject. "Hear that hurrican disappeared, huh? Pretty impressive, don't cha thank?"
Ororo raised her eyebrows in a mock-surprised expression, fingers still playing over her keyboard. "The weather is, as always, unpredictable. Even I could not hope to forecast..." Trailing off, a frown crossed the woman's face and her ministrations at the computer grew quiet as she drifted off to a place that was not quite in the here and now. With a great effort she rallied her concentration several seconds later and pasted a smile on, tapping a few keys to print out the schedule she had drawn up. "My apologies. I suppose I am more tired than usual recently."
Jay fell silent, watching her carefully for Forge's suspicions. They all had their secrets but he couldn't fathom why she would want to keep this a secret, if it was Ro who had done it. She was hard to read as little as they spoke, but her distraction seemed to confirm his inquires. "Tired an' distracted. Maybe Ah should come by 'nother time?" he didn't want to bother her, or ware her out.
"No, please. Stay." Leaning forward, Ororo offered him the printout across the desk. "This is only a preliminary schedule, of course, but I think all the classes you hoped for are on there. See if you think it fits."
He reached out and took the paper from her hand, taking a moment to look over the classes. They were what he wanted, correction, what his mamma wanted and he nodded in agreement before holding it up. "Can Ah keep this?"
"Yes, of course. If you need any help locating your classes I can find someone to show you around," she offered.
"Oh Ah ain't that new Ms. Munroe, you know that." Jay folded the paper and shoved it into his back pocket before he addressed another of his problems. "Uh, Ah know this ain't yer expertise, but maybe ya got a hint fer me, or.. something? Ah'm moltin'." He gestured to the feathers that made his wings look scruffy, sticking out at every angle and dropping to the nice clean floor beneath his feet. "Ah don't really know wha ta do 'bout it. An' its gettin' embarrassing. No hope in hell of cleanin' it up cause Ah just make more of a mess."
Ororo tilted her head to one side consideringly, remembering the conversations she had shared with Nathan about his parrot, and the tips he had mentioned in dealing with the period of molt she seemed to undergo every six months or so. "Well, for your own comfort I would suggest plenty of water, and perhaps you should be eating more than you usually do," she suggested. "I think..." and she paused her to check her thoughts on the internet before continuing, "ah, yes, there are certain essential amino acids you may want to eat more of - I am sure Lorna could help you devise a diet that would help. It looks like lima beans and lentils may be your new friends."
She sat back and smiled at him then. "Besides that, I would not worry about making a mess. This is hardly the untidiest mutation we have hosted here at the mansion."
He was uneasy just asking about it, but didn't want to go down to see one of the doctors when he could just get simple advice from someone he sort of trusted. Ororo could fly, so that brought them onto some similar ground enough for Jay to ask. She didn't shed feathers, but there was a comfort level there - not entirely peachy keen but enough to settle him down and know that she meant business.
"Right, water. Get plenty 'o that." He waited, and supposed he could have googled it himself, but hoped there was a better remedy then what typical birds needed. He wasn't a bird. "Lima beans? Ugh," his tongue rolled out in disgust and frowned even more. "Wha' the hell is a lentil? Ah don't eat nuttin' Ah can't pronounce properly. Is that even a word?"
"The last time I checked Webster's, yes it was," Ororo remarked in an amused tone of voice. "It seems Xavier's may be expanding your horizons before you even step back into a classroom. I hope you are ready for it." The words were kind, as was her expression. Clearly, she was glad he was back.
"Next time Ah'm checkin' a dictionary, Ah'll be sure to look it up." Jay waved her off in a dismissive gesture and stood up. He hesitated, unsure if she was dismissing him or not, but he wanted to bail out before she got all sentimental on him. "We'll see how well they rope me in," he offered half hearted smile and turned to leave, pausing only at the door to ask a final question. "Lorna's still 'round?" She probably was but he wanted to be sure.
"Mm?" Ororo blinked, and then nodded, still smiling warmly. "She lives off-grounds, but is still here most days. I am sure you will have no trouble tracking her down."
"Thanks much." Jay nodded a mild satisfaction before closing the door behind him. He wanted to go talk to Lorna, but he thought he could tough this out. Ms. Munroe's dietary suggestions didn't appeal to him at all, and he reserved the right to stick to his original tasting grounds, and not something that sounded like muck slapped into a bowl.
It was an odd phenomenon - no matter what sort of obstacles they faced in their 'other' lives, the traditional ones still remained when the workweek rolled around. The last thing Ororo wanted to do was grade a stack of preposition quizzes, but she knew from experience that embracing this sort of mundane activity would likely help get her mind off her worries. And she certainly needed that.
Though what she had told Scott still remained true - that her place was still at the mansion, no matter what - it seemed that everything had shifted just slightly, making her too small to fill the spot she had filled before. The news of her inability to use her powers had not yet gotten out to the majority of the mansion's residents, but she was sure when it did there would be a bevy of questions. Contemplating them only made her mind race, and she found herself staring at the incorrect diagram of a prepositional phrase until a knock at the door roused her from it. Glancing up, she caught sight of a familiar face, though it was one she hadn't seen in quite some time.
"Jay?"
Walking the hallways again drown him in despair, feeling he had let a whole year slip away and now he was behind in everything, there was little he wanted from the school, and just to appease the gods, he came back. So sure, he was back, hands in his pockets, shuffling up to Ororo's door; Jay didn't feel how many others often felt - like they belonged. Instead, now, he felt like an outsider and needed to feel like he should be somewhere, hence standing at her door, deciding whether or not he should knock, or walk away.
He knocked.
"Hey Ms. Munroe," he greeted her, and peeked in. "Am Ah botherin' ya?" he asked, looking very much like he would like to leave, rather then come in - all she had to do was say the word and he would be gone.
Unfortunately for Jay, a distraction was just what Ororo was looking for right about then. "No, Jay, not at all. Please, come in." She motioned for him to enter, standing to move around the desk to offer him a hug or a handshake, whichever he would prefer. "It is very good to see you."
Disappointed that he even made an appearance, Jay slipped inside and closed the door behind him. He walked over to her and for a second, was caught between an awkward hand shake and a half assed hug. Was he supposed to kiss her on the cheek too? His hands recoiled from her as soon as contact was broke, and he pulled out a timesheet from the back pocket of his faded jeans. "Ah got 'ere a list o' classes but uh, Ah'm a little lost as to wha Ah gotta take and what Ah don't. Ah just got 'ere, so Ah don't know...” He handed her the sheet and it had a list of what he wanted to take - business, marketing, music, music history.
Accepting the paper, Ororo pretended not to notice the very distinct air of discomfort the young man was projecting, instead gesturing for him to take a seat as she returned to her own chair on the other side of the desk. "Very well... I am sure we can figure out an acceptable schedule shortly... luckily it has not been too long since the session started, so you will not have too much work to make up." She clicked through a few folders until she was able to call up the master list of classes, teachers and students, scanning it and highlighting the ones that corresponded with Jay's list. "It seems you have a master plan in mind."
He slowly slipped into the chair before her desk, lacing his fingers together and resting his elbows on his knees while he waited. Nodding, he agreed that he wouldn't have too much to catch up on, but the piles of homework weren’t something he was looking forward to. "Oh,' he sat up, and gripped the arm of the chair, sliding to the edge and pointing at the paper.”Ah didn't get a chance ta write it down, but Ah was hopin' fer something ta help me in writin', like, er... literature, or somethin'. Like somethin' ta help with, you know, writtin' songs, an' lyrics." His interest perked while he watched her pull out the master list and pulled the chair closer until his knees were touching the front of her desk. "Ah wanna pursue music, if ya don't mind."
"Of course I don't, Jay - you should feel free to pursue whatever your interests may be." Ororo nearly added 'except if they include world domination or other assorted evil' but refrained, unsure if Jay would appreciate it, having been away from the mansion for so long. "What about a creative writing class?" she suggested, pursing her lips as she perused the list. "Unless you would like a focus on more classical literature, in which case we can certainly find a place for you there instead."
"No, no," he said eagerly, more then he intended. "Creative writing is fine, an' prolly a hell of a lot less borin'." Jay plucked a pen from her desk and wrote something quickly on the palm of his hand while she was busy away, looking over what he wanted to take. When he was done, the pen was replaced and Jay leaned back, shuffling his wings. Feathers dropped to the floor and he casually looked over his shoulder before giving her an apologetic look. "So,” he started, scraping for conversation and maybe to satisfy his own curiosity. "Ya lookin' pretty tired these days. Ah mean, well, ya know wha Ah mean, cause Ah don't mean it that way, just saying.." he decided to stop and change the subject. "Hear that hurrican disappeared, huh? Pretty impressive, don't cha thank?"
Ororo raised her eyebrows in a mock-surprised expression, fingers still playing over her keyboard. "The weather is, as always, unpredictable. Even I could not hope to forecast..." Trailing off, a frown crossed the woman's face and her ministrations at the computer grew quiet as she drifted off to a place that was not quite in the here and now. With a great effort she rallied her concentration several seconds later and pasted a smile on, tapping a few keys to print out the schedule she had drawn up. "My apologies. I suppose I am more tired than usual recently."
Jay fell silent, watching her carefully for Forge's suspicions. They all had their secrets but he couldn't fathom why she would want to keep this a secret, if it was Ro who had done it. She was hard to read as little as they spoke, but her distraction seemed to confirm his inquires. "Tired an' distracted. Maybe Ah should come by 'nother time?" he didn't want to bother her, or ware her out.
"No, please. Stay." Leaning forward, Ororo offered him the printout across the desk. "This is only a preliminary schedule, of course, but I think all the classes you hoped for are on there. See if you think it fits."
He reached out and took the paper from her hand, taking a moment to look over the classes. They were what he wanted, correction, what his mamma wanted and he nodded in agreement before holding it up. "Can Ah keep this?"
"Yes, of course. If you need any help locating your classes I can find someone to show you around," she offered.
"Oh Ah ain't that new Ms. Munroe, you know that." Jay folded the paper and shoved it into his back pocket before he addressed another of his problems. "Uh, Ah know this ain't yer expertise, but maybe ya got a hint fer me, or.. something? Ah'm moltin'." He gestured to the feathers that made his wings look scruffy, sticking out at every angle and dropping to the nice clean floor beneath his feet. "Ah don't really know wha ta do 'bout it. An' its gettin' embarrassing. No hope in hell of cleanin' it up cause Ah just make more of a mess."
Ororo tilted her head to one side consideringly, remembering the conversations she had shared with Nathan about his parrot, and the tips he had mentioned in dealing with the period of molt she seemed to undergo every six months or so. "Well, for your own comfort I would suggest plenty of water, and perhaps you should be eating more than you usually do," she suggested. "I think..." and she paused her to check her thoughts on the internet before continuing, "ah, yes, there are certain essential amino acids you may want to eat more of - I am sure Lorna could help you devise a diet that would help. It looks like lima beans and lentils may be your new friends."
She sat back and smiled at him then. "Besides that, I would not worry about making a mess. This is hardly the untidiest mutation we have hosted here at the mansion."
He was uneasy just asking about it, but didn't want to go down to see one of the doctors when he could just get simple advice from someone he sort of trusted. Ororo could fly, so that brought them onto some similar ground enough for Jay to ask. She didn't shed feathers, but there was a comfort level there - not entirely peachy keen but enough to settle him down and know that she meant business.
"Right, water. Get plenty 'o that." He waited, and supposed he could have googled it himself, but hoped there was a better remedy then what typical birds needed. He wasn't a bird. "Lima beans? Ugh," his tongue rolled out in disgust and frowned even more. "Wha' the hell is a lentil? Ah don't eat nuttin' Ah can't pronounce properly. Is that even a word?"
"The last time I checked Webster's, yes it was," Ororo remarked in an amused tone of voice. "It seems Xavier's may be expanding your horizons before you even step back into a classroom. I hope you are ready for it." The words were kind, as was her expression. Clearly, she was glad he was back.
"Next time Ah'm checkin' a dictionary, Ah'll be sure to look it up." Jay waved her off in a dismissive gesture and stood up. He hesitated, unsure if she was dismissing him or not, but he wanted to bail out before she got all sentimental on him. "We'll see how well they rope me in," he offered half hearted smile and turned to leave, pausing only at the door to ask a final question. "Lorna's still 'round?" She probably was but he wanted to be sure.
"Mm?" Ororo blinked, and then nodded, still smiling warmly. "She lives off-grounds, but is still here most days. I am sure you will have no trouble tracking her down."
"Thanks much." Jay nodded a mild satisfaction before closing the door behind him. He wanted to go talk to Lorna, but he thought he could tough this out. Ms. Munroe's dietary suggestions didn't appeal to him at all, and he reserved the right to stick to his original tasting grounds, and not something that sounded like muck slapped into a bowl.
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