xp_logs | Cammie & Kurt - Backdated to Tuesday 2/17

Cammie and Kurt have a chat about how she's adjusting. Backdated to Tuesday morning.

Cammie had been taken to clearing out the fridge in the main kitchen. Not that it wasn't emptied out on a regular basis or anything but occasionally she had found a few gems in there of things she could taste. Today's menu consisted of yogurt which had been apparently lost to time and space for about three months past its expiration date.

The smell might have been too much for other people, but to her it tasted great. She sat back, feet on the table, leaning back in one of the chairs enjoying the yogurt. She was showing off one of the Evil T-Shirt Fairy person. This one announcing her life was actually a very complicated drinking game. And sometimes it felt just like that. She had dug a couple pieces of jewelry out of the hidden parts of her bag too, so now she had a spiked bracelet on her right hand and a studded black collar around her neck happily spooning something could have been mistaken for yogurt if it wasn't some sort of sickly green with brown chunks in it.

Kurt, fortunately, didn't have the sense of smell of the ferals in the mansion, but he still couldn't help pulling a slight face as he came into the kitchen and saw what Cammie was eating.

"I suppose I am glad the food is edible to someone, since it would have gone to waste otherwise."

"It has that certain... whatever that string of french words is," Cammie said pulling a clean spoon from her mouth. "I'm always amazed how much of a treasure trove exists in people's fridges. I mean, can you believe no one touched these for three months? You think in a place like this they'd be gone in a day."

"The fridge does tend to get full", he pointed out, smiling. "I would guess that they were hidden at the back and forgotten in favour of less healthy food. Or more, after a certain point."

"Well, they were in the back," Cammie mused, taking another spoonful. The stuff looked disgusting and she had five more containers out of a six pack after this. And she did plan on eating them. She popped the spoon in her mouth, "At least with me here you'll never have to worry about cleaning out the fridge again. So, how've you been?"

"Very well, thank you." He wandered over to the fridge in turn, his appetite evidently not ruined by her meal. "And you? Are you settling in?"

"Yeah, I guess so. People here are trying to kill me with kindness. Though I did get to go out for raw fish the other night. Honestly though? The wasabi tasted better," Cammie said. "Oh, and it's totally horrible of me but this one girl kept asking for background junk and I was feeding her movie plots and she bought it," Cammie said with a laugh. "Nice kid. But no sense of sarcasm."

Kurt tried to look disapproving at that... but honestly, it was harmless as pranks went, and he had to admit it was funny. "Not all the children realize that our past lives can be sensitive. Who was it?"

"Tall Red and Pointy," Cammie said as she thought about it, "Callie, yeah, that's the girl's name. The one with the elf-look going on. It was cute, in a gullible sort of way," Cammie said with a laugh, finishing off the first container of yogurt and opening up the second. "Some people make it more fun than it should be."

"I would call her more pink", he said in mock-thoughtfulness. "I suppose it would be - and it usually does not do any harm to tell stories."

"Once she looks it up and realizes I gave her a bunch of movie plots I'm sure she'll get a chuckle out of it," Cammie said laughing. "Though, who doesn't know Jaws? I mean, I thought they showed that movie in elementary schools."

"Perhaps not all elementary schools?" he suggested. "Or some people might not choose to watch a movie about sharks."

"I guess I was just spoiled when it came to my shark viewing pleasure," Cammie mused. "'Course, Jaws was one of Dad's favorite movies. That and Cool Runnings," odd as hell combo. "So I guess I figured if I start a conversation saying 'I was on a fishing boat with a grizzled old dude hunting a man-eating shark' everyone would know I was just retelling Jaws," she said with a laugh and another spoonful of spoiled yogurt.

"Other than that, the wasabi was good," she interjected, thinking once more about the sushi, "Oh, and Giant Lady and I have been joking around some too, so I guess she's okay. And the French-Canadian guy wants to cook for me, or something. That's going to be weird. It's like a big plot to murder me with kindness. I mean, if you can murder someone with kindness. That'd be like being smothered with kittens."

"Perhaps I should have warned you about that", he said, amused. "We do tend to look after our own, here. Expect to find apples - possibly spiked with something, since it is you - on your doorstep if Yvette ever decides you need comfort."

"Well," Cammie mused, "If I have to die I suppose I'd rather be killed with kindness than stabbed. Since the latter hurt and the first is only mildly annoying on occasion. So yeah, I guess I'm doing pretty okay. My side is all healed up now. Though Dr. Grey was talking about tests and stuff."

"Tests on your powers?" Kurt nodded. "I would suggest you go along with them. You may find it very useful."

"Yeah, I guess as long as no one wants to poke me to death with needles I'll go with it. At least they have it set up for me that I can go down there and well, blow off poison more or less. Though she was talking about changing my diet and stuff and seeing if that had an effect on things," Cammie said. She was kind of worried about that. If only because there were things she didn't like to eat and things she didn't go very long without eating.

"I mean, it will be interesting to figure out just how this works and stuff."

"She would not do anything against your will", Kurt assured her. "But it might well be worth trying her ideas for a short time at least."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Cammie said to that. "And when they start poking me, I'll let them. Because, you know, maybe there's a way to figure stuff out so I don't even have to some out every now and then." That'd be nice. Like twice a week she had to discharge something to keep everything from getting too full.

And no one would like what happened if her arm decided to act on its own. Stupid toxic arm.

"That would be the ultimate aim, if possible", he agreed.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Believe it or not, it's totally more trouble than it's worth sometimes," Cammie said, spoon twirled between the fingers of her 'bad' hand. "Not that I mind being able to one hit just about anyone or anything." She added. Benefits, some at least, were okay.

"You could learn to do that, perhaps", he pointed out. "Your powers will not go away altogether, after all."

"Huh? Oh, I can already one hit just 'bout anyone. Well, there's no one I've met that I haven't been able to one-hit. But I don't think I could one hit the Giant Queen. Since she's supposed to be invulnerable or some junk. But the always being leaking something, I can deal without that. So yeah, I'll let them. A life without anymore 'oopses' in it would be nice," Cammie mused, the last quietly.

It had been one very, very big 'oops' that had been why she had run off in the first place.

"Oh, I meant if you were able to learn more control. And yes, avoiding accidents will be the reason behind the poking. As it is for all of us where accidents could happen."

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like my accidents kill people – oh wait, yes it is," the last she said so lightly it might have almost been a joke. Except for the guy who was dead in Houston. And the mistakes they didn't even know about.

"And as I told you in Houston", he said patiently, "you are far from the only one here."

"Yeah. That's only a little bit of comfort," Cammie said. "But it's nice to know I'm not the only one with fatal fuck ups. In a weird way anyway. I mean, it's not like I enjoy hearing about dead people or accidentally offing someone myself. So yeah. This will be nice. Of course, I'll have to change the cool name I had picked out for myself because the Fist of Death just isn't going to work anymore. Maybe the Fist of Extreme Suffering," she chuckled.

"Sorry, I can't take myself too seriously. If I did, I'd be a total nut case by now."

"We all have our own ways to come to terms with things," he agreed. "I do not think it is so strange that you should laugh at yourself."

“Good. Because sometimes it feels crazy,” she said, sliding on the word crazy crazily. If you could use a noun as an adjective right there, “Seriously, this place isn’t half bad. I mean, at least there’s a bed and food. More than you can say for some of the places I’ve stayed. So, you know, thanks for saving my life and junk.”

"You are more than welcome, Cammie", was the sincere response.