xp_logs | Monet and Callie: Backdated to Monday (Reply)

In an effort to distract themselves from everything that's going on, Monet and Callie end up watching a movie, and striking a deal.

Monet was curled up in one of the arm chairs in the rec room, Lucksmiths playing loudly through her headphones (perhaps obnoxiously so but they the happiest music she knew of) and Gossip Girl running on the TV with the closed captioning turned on and the sound competing with the music. She had a bottle of bright blue nail polish resting on one knee and was waving the hand covered in polish in an attempt to dry it faster, so that she could get the second coat on. Her other hand tapped at her laptop keyboard, flicking through shots from the most recent Vogue show. (She always did like the classics). Whilst she'd never admit it nor be able to put it into words, the idea of staying in her suite in such close proximity to so many unhappy people was not an option. The rec room, that little bit further away, gave her some breathing space. Not as much as she'd have outside but it was fucking sleeting out there. Attempting to drown out psionic noise with physical was probably repression and so not healthy but at least, if she was aware of it, she wasn't in danger of zoning out, right?

"Oh I didn't know anyone was in here." Callie said from her position by the door. She had wandered out from her room with the intent of watching a DVD, but it seemed she would have to change her plans. She didn't mind really, it wasn't as if it was impossible to watch the movie on her laptop, but it was more comfortable to sit on a couch. "Hi Monet."

Monet hit pause on her music and waved the girl in, tugging the headphones from her ears. "Hey. What's up? You okay?" Stupid question, really: no-one around the mansion right now was precisely allright although it was possible that Callie, who hadn't read the X-Men's report was more okay than some of the others. "Up for a movie?" Callie, on her own, wasn't too much extra psionic stimulus.
Callie meandered into the room, still debating on whether or not she was disturbing the older woman. Monet had helped distract her after the other students in New York had gone missing, and for that she was grateful, but was reluctant to feel like she was intruding. She had taken all the noise to mean that Monet meant to try to drown out that everything that was going on. "I'm fine. I think? I mean I have Breakfast at Tiffany's but if you're in here I can go watch it in my room. Unless maybe you wanted to watch it to? I don't want to be a bother."
"Dude. Relax and put the bloody movie on. I like the movie." This? This was probably not as gracious as she could have managed it but ehn. Gracious was overrated. She waved at a chair before flailing ineffectually at the DVD remote sitting just out of reach on the coffee table. "So, what's going on, babygirl?"

Even though she was not entirely convinced, Monet said she didn't mind watching a little Hepburn, so in went the DVD. Through the power of technology (or rather the remote to the player) they were able to head straight to the menu to start the feature film. As the opening credits began to play, Callie curled up in the chair and hugged a pillow close to her. There. Now she was ready to watch the movie. "Homework. Mostly. You know?" She propped her chin on the point of the pillow and stared at the curly haired woman. "What were you up to? If it's okay I ask?"

"Relaxing? A few of the others over in the grad suites are being far too loud about the fact that they're upset, so if I didn't get away from them I was either going to start zoning out or end up breaking people's knees." Not that there was anything wrong with people being upset. Monet just objected to being forced to listen to them in addition to feeling that way herself.

"Ahhhh." Callie gave a small understanding nod. She had been there, well sort of. It was more the silence that had driven her insane. All the same she could relate to what Monet was saying. "I just didn't know if you were working or something. You had your laptop out?"

"Multitasking. I'm sure you've heard of it? I'm listening to music on it, or I was, and then looking at Vogue, avoiding the accounting principles work I've got to do and watching tv, too." She grinned at Callie. "One day, when you've gotten to my age, you'll be able to do as many things at once as I can."

"Ya. I'm distracted easily." She reached her pink arms into the air to stretch when she remembered something she had wanted to ask the fashionista. "Oh. Speaking of Vogue I have a couple of the Italian one if you wanted them? Not this month's yet, but ones from the past few months. I think I've finally exhausted their usefulness."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because I do. A lot." The little grabby hands gesture she made said a lot. "What can I do to repay you?"

Laughter filled the room. "It's no problem. They just pile up, and they're too pretty to just trash. I figured you might like them. I can get them for you later? So I mean I don't need anything..." She paused. "Makeup lessons?"

"I can do those, yeah. Do you have any issues I should know about, except being pink?" Monet frowned, considering it. Callie wasn't Yvette, so she didn't need something quite as specialised but still. "What are your colours, baby-girl?"

Callie screwed her face up in thought for a few moments. "Well I mean I've never really worn makeup because of the whole pink thing? And I have really sensitive skin. Usually I wear mascara if I can sneak it. And tinted lipbalm? I guess I don't know much about makeup. And you seem to know a lot, so I was hoping maybe you could help me? Please?"

Monet nodded. "We'll see what we can do. The sensitive skin makes it harder but. You're okay with some of the stuff maybe being more for special effects makeup? It's kind've hard to get a lot of things that work too well with pink."

"Ya. I know." Sigh. 16 years of being pink meant that clothing had been mastered, but nothing else had. "I'm totally fine with it not being conentional. As long as, you know, I don't look like a clown. But I think I trust you to not make me look bad." Callie smiled.