xp_logs | Crystal and Cammie - Deodorant Soap: It's What's for Dinner

Crystal brings dinner to Cammie and may have gone just a tad bit overboard in her eagerness to find something Cammie's unique taste will allow her to enjoy.

Crystal had been shopping. Normally, she wasn't a fan of the apparently popular pastime of women the world over, but this was different. This particular shopping experience had not been to purchase anything for herself, it had been to pick up dinner for the newest Xavier's arrival. Cammie's choices in food were quite unusual, but that was perfectly fine with Crystal. The green-haired girl did not have bad taste in food, she simply had unconventional preferences in what she liked to eat. Crystal wondered what Lorna would think of the food Cammie chose to eat. Lorna had odd food likes and dislikes herself, not being a fan of Red Bull yet voluntarily creating and serving items such as meatloafapillers.

Crystal walked into Cammie's Medlab area, holding up the bag she was carrying. "I have a dozen different varieties for you to try," she announced. "I hope that you will like them."

Cammie had been playing with the new laptop, she hadn't tried out the journal thing yet, but was more just surfing the internet. It was something to do, anyway.

She looked up when Crystal walked in, flicking green braids over her shoulders, "A dozen...? What, did you go and buy a whole isle?" she asked, setting the computer aside. Her expression was curious more than anything. "Let's see what you got for me." Finally, something with flavor.

Crystal set her shopping bag down on a table near Cammie. "There are many types of deodorant soaps available for purchase, even if they are not all ones commonly found in a pharmacy or supermarkey. There are even multiple options even in the same brand." She looked into the bag, reached in, and pulled out a bar of Irish Spring. "Here is your current preference, to be used as the default for this taste test." Pulling out another bar, shortly followed by two more, she added, "And here are three more bars of Irish Spring: IcyBlast, Moisture Blast, and Micro Clean. The last two are supposed to have special beads inside of them, so I thought perhaps they would have an interesting taste or texture for you."

Cammie shook her head, "Um... wow. You really didn't have to buy all that," she said, reaching for one of the different types of Irish Spring. She opened the container and smelled it it definitely smelled like an IcyBlast, she thought as she crinkled her nose a bit and put the cap back on. She'd try that one later when she felt like she needed a mint or something. The Moisture Blast actually smelled good and she did roll it up a bit, break some off and take a bite, "Hmm, that's kind of sweet," she said as she looked back up at Crystal, "Stop me if I'm wrong, but weren't you a brunette the other day?"

Crystal nodded, taking another two bars out of the bag, these ones in fancier wrapping. "I am a natural blonde," she explained. "I colored my hair in an attempt to make myself less recognizable when I was out with the X-Men looking for you. Not that we knew that we would be looking for you in particular when we left the mansion, of course. I could not attend Tuesday's inauguration events with my hair still like that, of course." She handed the next two bars to the other girl. "Pure and Natural, Aloe and Mountain Fresh."

"Ah," Cammie said. A blonde. Possibly a rich one too, Cammie had a feeling that Crystal wasn't talking about the public events around it. Something about the way she talked seemed to seep upper class put she couldn't put her finger on it so she shrugged it off. It wasn't like it was her business anyway. She took the one that smelled like Aloe, it might have a bit of a taste, but generally the natural soaps and vegan options tasted as bland as anything she could've pulled off a grocery store shelf that was actually food - and not spicy foods.

She opened the it and took a bite though, just to see. Yep, nothing. "The all naturals really don't have any taste," she said simply.

"Oh," Crystal said. The fancier options she had found had tended to be the all-natural types. Gentle deodorant soap tended to be advertised rather than ones with extra, sharper 'flavors.' And some of them were so pretty, too. "We will not bother with a few of these, then. I suppose that a vanilla one might have too mild of a taste? What about cinnamon?"

"Maybe," Cammie said, "I don't really remember what cinnamon tastes like, so I'm going to say no on that." Generally the more chemical heavy something was, the better it tasted.

"I seem to have gone about this the wrong way, have I not?" Crystal apologized, not bothering to try to hide her disappointment. "I also have a bar of Palmolive Gold as well as a bar of Lifebuoy... I can see about ordering special flavors for you if you would like. Stores seem to carry, ah, daintier varieties, shall we say, rather than stronger ones that would be preferable for your tastes."

"Look, I normally don't care what people think but you don't have to look all upset about this. You have to be one of the first people to not double take when I asked for something people don't eat," Cammie said, feeling kind of awkward about the whole situation. "Hell, when I lived at home I had to hide this stuff in my closet. Literally, not even in the cute figurative way."

"That is unfortunate," Crystal said. "You do not have to worry about hiding your food in a closet here, though. The inhabitants of this mansion have a diverse range of abilities, some with positive aspects and some with negative ones. All are welcome here, as I am sure you have been told. Certain people have to take special precautions, of course, but hiding the facts surrounding your mutation is not necessary."

"Yeah, people keep saying that," Cammie said. If she kept her arm covered, maybe this would be okay, "And that's neat. But the place I'm from... let's just say Small Town America isn't known for being open minded and understanding. I will like not having to hide food though, made it feel like I had some kind of weird eating disorder," she said with a smirk. Which, technically, she did. She had asked her Dad about it before everything had gone really bad, and he had called it Pica, she thought. But said it was common in little kids, not teenagers.

"I was lucky," Crystal told Cammie. "My parents were mutants, and I never had to hide my abilities from them. My manifestation was expected, in fact. Well, the actual way in which I manifested came as a shock, but there was never any question in their minds that my sister and I would one day have mutant abilities of our own. Of course I do not see anything unusual about green hair or a green arm or someone eating food that is not considered food by most people; I was raised in a family of mutants."

Someone had to get their head out of fairy-tale land. Cammie couldn't imagine a family of people like her, this school was odd enough. Instead of saying exactly what was on her mind, she opened up another bar and took a bite. She was only concerned about hurting blondie's feelings because they had saved her life. She wasn't that callous, so Cammie let the moment or rabid sarcasm about reality versus magical fairy land pass. "This one's okay," she said, looking down at the label. It wasn't one of the natural ones. "Oh, thanks by the way. For getting me out of there."

Crystal smiled a bit. "All in a day's work for the X-Men, I would say. I am sure that it was not very difficult compared to what they go through most of the time. The Medlab would seem to be a very popular place after the X-Men return, and there are jokes around the mansion that certain residents have their own beds here."

"Heh. Well, I don't plan on having a bed in here...a bit too much like a hospital for my taste. And me and hospitals don't like each other," Cammie said. "And say it's all in a days work if you want, but you guys did still safe my ass."

"I am glad that you are safe, Cammie," Crystal said. Finding Cammie and bringing her back, alive and in one piece, was so much better than the alternatives.

"You can say that now, because you don't know me," Cammie quipped, half serious, half joking.

"While it is true that I do not know much about you at this point in time," Crystal replied, "that can change, if you so wish. This place is full of people from diverse backgrounds, with differing personalities and beliefs, and I can safely say that I would not wish for any of them to be in the situation in which you found yourself. In addition, as I am sure others already have and probably will tell you again, this is a place for second chances."

"People do keep saying that. It's kind of creepy," she said the last with a bit of a smile. "But yeah, I guess we'll see, right?"