xp_logs | Log: Cammie and Callie

Xavier's newest resident reveals some rather odd quirks to an unsuspecting Callie.

The middle of the night came by and ticked away into the wee hours of the morning and Cammie couldn't sleep. The place was big, but Kurt. Or Fuzzball, as she had dubbed him in her mind, had at least showed her to the kitchen. And generally many things she considered tasty resided in there. And even after four years she had a hard time doing this in front of other people.

Not in the fridge with the fruits and the vegetables and the bologna and all that junk. (Though the fact that bologna still had some flavor was something to be feared.) It was under the sink. There was floor cleaner, but she never did like that pine-y after taste. There was dish soap which really was more light and airy than what she wanted and didn't really have much flavor anyway.

Ah. There was something. Drano, or some brand there of of drain cleaner. That would work. Standing by the sink with just the bare minimum of lights on, still nursing a sore side, she twisted the cap on the Drano off and put the bottle to her lips.

Nice and tart. Kinda like really, really good limeade. At least, what she remembered it tasting like years ago.

Cammie, however, was not alone in her midnight endeavor for something to consume. There, in the barely lit room, unbeknownst to Xavier's newest resident someone was watching her actions. Callie silently observed the other girl's actions as she foraged not through the refrigerator (as one usually did) but underneath the sink from the safety of the kitchen table. The shape of the bottle was unmistakable, but Callie was curious enough to venture to confirm what it was this girl was doing.

"Excuse me, but are you drinking drain cleaner?"

Cammie almost spit out Drano at that, and turned around, wiping some off her lower lip and sucking it off her fingers. "Yeah, so?" she asked, eying the girl from where she stood. She didn't put the bottle down, but held it in her left hand like someone might hold a bear bottle.

"I was just wondering." Callie shrugged and took another bite of her sandwich. "What does it taste like?"

"Tart," Cammie said, taking another drink from the bottle, "Like limeade used to. Not as good as some other stuff. But decent," she mused. When push came to shove, Cammie liked anti-freeze the best. It tasted like koolaid used to once upon a time. The ectoplasm koolaid to be exact.

Having finished the last of her midnight snack, Callie rose and headed toward the sink where Cammie was standing. She couldn't imagine how drain cleaner could taste like limeade, to her the smell reeked of artificial chemicals and made her dizzy. "Excuse me," she said, motioning to the sink.

Cammie took a step to the side. The chemical smell didn't bother her. It never did. "Shouldn't you be sleeping or something?" she said, over the edge of the bottle. "I mean, shit, it's like two in the morning." Give or take an hour.

"Thank you." Callie squeezed a small amount of dish liquid on her plate and ran the water. She made sure to scrub off all the excess crumbs as well as the small blob of mustard that had dripped onto the surface. "I should be yes. Asleep that is." But there was a disconnect between what she should be doing and what was actually happening. She turned off the water and reached for a towel to dry the dish with.

"I was up doing homework," she went on to explain as she replaced the now dry plate back in the cupboard then leaned against the counter. "Homework just not being able sleep. I'm Callie by the way." Her pink hand extended, offering up a handshake.

"Ah... homework," There was something from her days way back in antiquity when she attended school that she didn't miss in-the-fucking-least, "Hi Callie," Cammie said, holding out her right hand, since no one ever shook hands with their left. Annoying when you were left handed, because that was what you automatically put out, but she had learned to deal, "I'm the Human Garbage Disposal," she said it so cheerfully that it might as well have been her real name.

Callie knit her brow in concentration as she politely shook Cammie's hand. She knew the other girl was joking, wasn't she? Sometimes when she was fatigued like now it was harder to process such things as sarcasm and wit. Mixing physics and a lack of sleep were a surefire way to lower Callie's people skills. "Well it's very nice to meet you. When did you arrive?"

"The other day after someone punched a hole in my side," Cammie returned easily as she shook the girl's hand. She tried not to laugh at the look of concentration, "I tend to do my snacking after dark." There was less of a chance of having to explain her odd tastes in 'foods' to people.

That caused a cringe and an involuntary rub of Callie's own side. She was still quite bruised from her ordeal at the night club, but thankfully there was no damage other than that. "Wow, um, are you okay? I mean you'd have to be I guess for them to let you out of the Medlab... That really... yeah. Ouch."

Cammie shrugged and noted the girl's reaction. She didn't make anything of it though, it could have been sympathetic however useless that really was in the long term. "Well, I got stitches if that tells you anything. Here's some advice to hold dear in the future. Never bring a knife to a fist fight. It makes you an asshole."

"Well I'll be sure to remember that, though I don't anticipate going into any fights, but it's good advice if I ever find myself in one?" It was a very hopefully unlikely improbable situation, but that did not mean it was entirely impossible. Make love, not war, that was Callie's mantra, and one she quite liked living up to as much as possible. She stifled a yawn, the late hour finally taking its toll. "I suppose I should be off to bed. It was nice to meet you... what's your name again?"

"Human Garbage Disposal, though some call me Cammie," she said, sounding all dramatic about the last part, "I could give you the spiel from Great Expectations except it's been almost four years since I had that book shoved down my throat and I didn't really like it."

Callie wrinkled her nose. "Ew. Dickens." Not exactly her favorite author in the world to be certain. "Well it was nice meeting you Cammie. I suppose I'll see you around some time. Law of large numbers and all that."

Cammie took another drink of the Drano, "Law of large whosthewhatsits?" Math was not her thing. It had never been. At least with cliff notes you could fake your way through any literature class if you had enough brains to draw conclusions about characters. "Whatever. Yeah, see you around," she said, mentally adding If I don't end up making you sick. This whole thing was going to be one hell of a gamble.