xp_logs | Rising Waters: Jay and Yvette

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Following his near-drowning, Jay tries to go out and help some more, and finds himself facing a very determined Yvette

"You jinxed me, yanno. Before you said anything, Ah was just fine, managin' just fine til ya said somethin'. Now Ah'm cursed or somethin'." Jay hugged the blanket closer to him, sitting under a haphazardly assembled tarp and pressed his wings closer, hoping his wet feathers would warm his body. "You sure you arn't a telepath? No secondary mutation or whatever have you."

Yvette poked her tongue out at him and finished carefully pouring the hot chocolate from the thermos that had been provided as part of the volunteers' 'away' equipment. "It is not my fault you are not knowing how to fly the proper way," she told him primly, handing over the steaming mug. "But I am glad you are not drowned. Now, to be drinking that and getting warm, please."

"Not know how to fly?" Jay bawked, frowning. He took the drink from her, inclined his head, sniffing the contents. Approving the hot chocolate, he touched it to his lips before drawing away, burning his tongue. "This ain't mah weekend," he grumbled.

"I do not think so, no," Yvette admitted, shaking her head at him a little. "I was hearing about how you are falling in the river. Perhaps you should be, how you say? Sitting this one out?"

"Like hell," Jay gruffed. "Once this here cools down, Ah'm outta here." Jay would have downed the drink right now if it wasn't going to burn his tongue right off. Instead, he hunkered down and looked out impatiently to where other volunteers were stacking crates. "It wasn't mah fault Ah fell in. Mah wing just caught in the water, just so ya don't confuse yer facts."

"You are being wet through and shivering. You are not to be going anywhere," came the comically stern reply as the small girl stood in front of Jay, hands on her hips. "Or do you want to be making the people have to look after you when they could be helping the people who are needing us?"

Was a sixteen year old telling him what to do? "Are you crazy? Ah ain't stayin' here, sitting around, dickin' around with a hot chocolate in mah hand while people need rescuin'. Are ya PMSin' again?"

Yvette's mouth dropped open. Had he just...? Blue eyes flared dangerously bright as she took a breath. "You," she said, voice quivering with anger. "Are the risk of hypothermia. You are also still to be coughing up the water, which is meaning you were swallowing the germs and the chemicals that are in it. It is not the crazy thing for you to be sitting here on your clumsy ass, because if you do not, I will be making you stay. We are being busy enough without having to be the babysitters for you because you are too stupid to be knowing when to have the rest and recover." She pointed a long, gloved finger at him. "And no, I do not have the PMS. I am angry, because you are making me that way."

"You wouldn't dare missy," Jay stood up and let the blanket fall to the floor. He leaned down and picked it up immediately, letting his wings sit comfortably at their folded height behind his back. "Ah ain't clumsy and Ah ain't stayin' here, sittin' around like a bump on a log." There was no way he was staying here.

"You do not know what I would be daring," she replied, poking him in the chest. "If you do not sit down again, I will be calling your supervisor and telling him what is happening. The Red X is very serious about not letting us be overdoing things, and I am thinking he might be sending you home, for being foolish." She folded her arms across her chest, looking up at him to meet his eyes, her own blazing fiercely bright. "So, you are having the choice. You can be resting for a little while, until you are not shivering so much, or you can be being sent home for breaking the rules."

Jay took a step back, placing a hand over the spot she poked. It didn't burn but she had one hell of a poke. He opened his mouth to argue, closed it and opened it again. Creasing his brow in a frown, he stared at her for a long time. She wouldn't really do that, would she? Maybe no, but maybe yes. He took a step forward, closing in her personal space, but his wings bristled and he submitted, slumping down onto the box. Slouching, Jay turned his head away and crossed an arm over his chest, bringing the hot chocolate to his lips. But he damn well had something to say about it. "Fine, but Ah ain't stayin' here past eight," came his weak reply.

"That is fine," came the cool reply, as Yvette draped the blanket around his shoulders again.