xp_logs | Cammie and Crystal

Crystal finds Cammie wandering the mansion.

There were too many people here, for Cammie's taste today. Of course, she still didn't totally know her way around this place either. But the goal right now, was to get away from people. And the idea of a roommate. At least for fifteen minutes.

Of course, that left her wandering the halls.

"Good God, this place really needs to make maps."

"Are you looking for a particular room?" Crystal asked, floating a few feet behind Cammie. While it hadn't taken her long to learn how to get around the mansion, she had been raised in a building much larger than this one.

Cammie turned, and saw Crystal floating. Again, nowhere to really be alone here. "You know for such a huge place there's really a lot of people crammed in here, isn't there?"

"I can certainly seem that way," Crystal agreed. "Of course, this mansion was designed as and served as a family home for many years before it became a school. Also, there are not as many people here as there used to be. Less than a year ago, there were many more students roaming these halls than there are now. If the mansion seems crowded to you now, just imagine being here when the school's population included more than one hundred students."

Cammie shook her head, "No, I think that's a bit too many people for my tastes," a funny opinion given that she chose big cities, but she always had a place to go to be alone. "It's fucking crazy." It was hard to imagine there really were that many fellow 'freaks' out there to fill a place like this.

"I suppose you would not wish to imagine yourself being a student here in the past years," Crystal replied, smiling a bit. "Currently, there are four students per suite instead of the six per suite idea that was apparently in favor while I was a student here. Whoever believed that asking six teenage girls to share one bathroom was, well, my sister was here while I attended school, and I used the one in her room far often than I did the one in my own suite."

Six kids a room was insane, her raised eyebrow spoke to that much, "Wow. Yeah. No. I wouldn't do that. Here's a question for you, Blondie: Is there anywhere around here where you can go when you don't want to be around a lot of people?"

During her time as a student, Crystal would probably have instantly responded with "My name is Crystal." In all likelihood, certain mansion residents would still probably get that response had they been the ones to call her 'Blondie.' But Crystal was no longer a 15-year-old newcomer to both the mansion and the country, and Crystal doubted that Cammie had used the 'nickname' in an attempt to upset her.

"Have you visited the sunroom yet?" Crystal asked, remembering her first tour of the mansion, courtesy of one Theresa Cassidy. "It is generally accepted as a place where people want a quiet place to sit, somewhere that is not their own room or the library, the library sometimes being full of students, of course. I like to spend time outside, but I am also not bothered by temperatures that cause other people to stay indoors as much as possible."

"Hm? No, I haven't. And yeah, it's like an ice outside," otherwise she'd find a place out there. "So yeah, whatever. Let's see this room made out of sun."

Crystal looked at Cammie for a few moments, attempting to discern the seriousness, or lack thereof, of Cammie's last statement. Crystal knew that she had had difficulties in understanding certain phrases she had never heard before, but Cammie was from a normal American family. "Follow me," was all she said to Cammie, however, as she began to lead the way to the sunroom.

Cammie had to chuckle a bit, "Following engaged," she said, in a mildly robotic voice. Messing with people could indeed be fun if you went about it the right way. Though she had to stop for a moment and consider if she was actually trolling for a fight. She wasn't, really, she thought. After all it really wasn't nice, she supposed, to punch someone who helped save you.

"So you've been trapped here since you were a teenager, right?"

Crystal shook her head. "No, I was here for one year of high school, then returned home to Attilan. Not long after that, I, along with my entire country, spent two-and-a-half-years in another dimension, one which did not appear to have any land masses of its own. Two months after we returned to this dimension, I came back to Xavier's to become a teacher here. After the end of the school year, I left and planned to spend next several months traveling, but Forge was injured and I returned to the school once again. Once he had recovered, I returned home and taught at the mutant school I founded there, finishing the work necessary to obtain my license to be a teacher, and now I find myself back at this mansion once more."

"Uh...huh. Other dimensions, got ya," Cammie said. The underlying commentary being 'crazy.' Stuff like that, as far as she was concerned, didn't really exist. "Well, it must be good to be back after an unscheduled vacation to wherever it was you went."

Humor the crazy. She was giving the tour, after all.

"I am not the only one here in the mansion who has been to an another dimension," Crystal said, leaving unvoiced her opinion at being back. "You have also missed the days when new arrivals were greeted with tales of demon attacks. Also, it is a matter of public record that Attilan vanished from its place of origin for six weeks and that when it returned much more than six weeks had passed for those on the island. There were infants and young children there who had not been there before it disappeared as they had been born while we were in what can perhaps be best described as a 'Waterworld' dimension."

Everyone here had mass hysteria or something here. Angelo had talked about demons too and now Blondie was going on about alternate dimensions. Cammie didn't read the news, or watch it, so she didn't have the information to verify or deny what Blondie was talking about so she shrugged, "If you say so. I wouldn't know. It's not like I was there."

Crystal nodded, continuing leading the way to the sunroom, wondering briefly if Cammie would believe in demons or other dimensions if she were to actually meet a demon or wind up in another dimension or if she still wouldn't believe that they were real. Some people wouldn't believe anything they didn't see with their own eyes, and some didn't want to believe even then. Let Cammie not believe if that's what she chose.

"Let us hope that there will never be a reason for you to have the proof you might need in order to believe that what I am saying is true, yes?" Hopefully, this would never happen to Cammie.

"Yeah, we'll see. Look, I'm not saying you're lying," Cammie said. But what you saw wasn't always what you got. "It's just one of those things. You know?" Yeah, she was really good at explaining herself.

And Crystal did know, in a way, even if she tended to take the opposite approach and had believed nearly everything she had been told. Of course, that had been to her detriment, hadn't it? Being so trusting about whatever she was told was what had led to the death of her parents and the disappearance of Attilan, wasn't it?

"I understand," said the princess of Attilan, coming to a halt a few moment later. "We have arrived at the sunroom."

Cammie looked around, "Well, this is nice. This place really does have a lot of square footage. It's crazy," she said. But it was quiet in here, which was what she was looking for. So that was good.