xp_logs | Jean-Phillipe, Jane - Saturday Afternoon.

Jane proves to be inept at golfing and there is a slight powers mishap.

Jane hefted the golf club experimentally in one hand. It was heavier than she'd expected. "Huh. Weiiiird." she muttered, twirling it around like an an awkward baton before dropping into a proper stance and swinging once, twice, three times -- you're out! '

Apparently she needn't have worried about smashing any windows.

Jean-Phillipe had taken to wandering the grounds during his smoke breaks. Despite his somewhat brusque nature, the tranquil greenery did soothe him. He blinked as he came upon Jane. "Qu'est que ce?"

The words startled Jane, who had been glaring fixedly at the little dimpled ball, and she jumped slightly. "Oh! Hi Jean-Phillipe. What did you say?" The young man was something of a mystery to her, sharing different social spheres at the mansion as they did.

"Qu'est que ce. It means 'what' in French." Jean-Phillipe smiled, somewhat indulgently. "I was slightly perplexed as to what you were doing. It appears as though you are attempting to learn golf, but it rather startled me. It is not something that I pictured you doing."

"'Learning' is probably exaggerating a bit," she replied with a wry grin. "I found them in a closet earlier and wanted to see if I could actually hit the ball, but I seem to be experiencing epic levels of fail." Jane had heard one of the kids use the phase earlier in the week and had taken a real shine to it. It was so descriptive! "It's not much like baseball, I guess. So what're you up to today? Do you play golf?"

"Golf? Mon Dieu, non. I am not much for sport. I much prefer watching to playing." He shrugged. "And as to what I am up to, I was taking a walk and a smoke." He patted his pocket where the bulge of his cigarette pack could be distinguished.

Jane eyed Jean-Phillipe's pocket suspiciously and decided against lecturing him on the evils of smoking. People generally didn't appreciate that sort of thing, she'd found. "Well, as someone who watches, maybe you can tell me what I'm doing wrong, then? I keep missing the ball when I try to hit it. See?" Jane started to demonstrate, but the grip slipped between her hands on the back swing and flew towards Jean-Phillipe.

Jean-Phillipe ducked to one side as the club spun toward his head, instinctively flinging one hand out towards Jane and twisting his hand to direct a low-grade bolt of electricity at her. The golf club narrowly missed him, spinning to a stop on the lawn a few feet away. He looked at where it lay before realizing what he'd done and turning back to Jane, a worried expression on his face.

The bolt hit Jane squarely in the back and the electricity raced through her body, little pinpricks of vibrating pain everywhere at once causing her muscles to spasm as the current flowed through them. The sensation passed almost as quickly as it began, and Jane dropped to her knees, head down.

Jean-Phillipe stepped closer, though he was careful not to touch Jane. His powers were acting up as his level of worry increased, and he doubted any sort of shock would be beneficial to the girl at that point. "Jane?" he asked, concern evident in his tone.

"Ow. I'm. I think I'm okay. What happened?" She asked, slowly testing her muscles. Everything felt very weird and tingly and sore, and her mouth was dry. She looked up at Jean-Phillipe, who was hovering over her with a very concerned and panicked-looking expression. She tried to stand, but her knees weren't steady enough to hold her up. That was so not good.

"The club came out of your hands. It nearly hit me, and I was startled, and so I...used my power on you." Jean-Phillipe was reluctant to say that last, because he believed very strongly that a mutant should not attack another mutant without provocation. "Je suis desole," he apologized. He seemed to be saying that a lot lately, for a variety of reasons. "Perhaps we should, ah, get you to the Medlab?" The blast he'd hit her with hadn't been extremely hard, but it was clearly hard enough to have something of a lasting effect.

"Okay." Jane shook her head to clear it. Accidents happened. Apparently to her sometimes. She stifled a giggle and held out a hand to Jean-Phillipe. "Help me up?"

Jean-Phillipe shook his hand out, a subconscious gesture to try and divest himself of electrical charge before offering his hand to Jane. The gesture also covered the fact that his hand was shaking slightly with nervousness. Control of his powers was a sore issue for him.

Jane grabbed his fingers and allowed herself to be hauled up, trying not to collapse on him, and her legs slowly steadied. She felt a tremor run through his hand and she gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay." She hoped he wasn't going to be all upset about this. Putting one foot in front of the other, she started slowly walking towards the mansion. "Think Dr. Grey-Summers will give me a lollipop if I'm good?"

"Well, I am certain that she is more likely than Doctor Voght," Jean-Phillipe replied.