xp_logs | Kurt and Monet phone log

OOC: Backdated to the 14th

Kurt had checked, carefully, that it wasn't an antisocial hour of the day in Kosovo before he called. It seemed less important that it was an antisocial time for him - he tended to keep odd hours anyway.

"Monet?"

Unfortunately for him, Monet had been napping when he callled. After a scramble to find her phone, she flicked it open and answered. "Uh.. Hey, Kurt."

"I did not wake you, did I?" he asked immediately, recognizing the sleepiness in her voice. "I thought this time of day would be safe."

"A little... I was having a nana nap. I hear you had some drama back at the mansion?" Monet rubbed her eyes and sat up before she fell asleep and drooled her phone to death again.

"Somewhat", he agreed tiredly. "Nothing as dramatic as yours, though. Cammie is certain to make a full recovery."

"Oh, good. Hate to think her ego would be permanently damaged..." Monet muttered.

"She may even have learned a lesson by it", he said mildly. "But in any case... how is Yvette?"

"Well... she's awake." Monet shrugged. "But she's also so far up shit creek she might as well be in shit lake. We're hoping Forge can make her an inhibitor since Laurie couldn't do anything."

"He can", Kurt said with confidence. "In terms of the making, I think he would even find it simple." He was aware, a little, of Forge's history with inhibitors. "How are you?"

"Here's hoping. I'm good, hon. I had like, two whole days of inappropriate happy after Laurie tried to help..."

Kurt winced, almost audibly. "That was when she tried to relax Yvette's powers? It lasted that long?"

"Yeah... Well, kinda. She was really pumping it out, but."

"I suppose she would have had to, considering what she hoped to do. Countering the pain alone would have taken a lot..." He sighed. "All we can do, I suppose, is hope and pray that something will come along."

"There's a chance something will..." She left the 'I hope it does' unsaid.

It didn't need saying, really. No one was hoping differently. "There is always a chance, yes."

"Yeah." She changed the subject. "I hear you met the new kid?"

"Ah, Sarah. Yes." His tone turned a little rueful. "I scared her, I am afraid. I was climbing the house past her window."

"Dude. Dude." Monet began laughing and couldn't stop for a few minutes. When she'd finally caught her breath she said, "What did we tell you about not looking like a perve in front of the kids' bedrooms?"

"I was not looking in!" he protested, amusement creeping into his voice in spite of himself. "She looked out at just the wrong moment. We settled it all."

"Course you did, babe. She's just going to write home about you, isn't she?" Monet said, still laughing.

"She did not say so... but it is possible." He broke into laughter in turn, finally. "But at least we had a pleasant conversation as well."

"Oh, good. She's not traumatised by the strange man?"

"Not overly traumatised, or so it seems. She did fall over, but I think that was just the initial shock. The other problem was she is not used to visible mutations."

"Well, she's over that now. Hey, when I get back, do you want to give me a re-enactment of this?" Monet asked.

That got a slightly puzzled pause for a few seconds. "With you in Sarah's place?" he hazarded eventually. "Climb into your window?"

"Yeah..." Monet paused for a moment, picturing it.

"Aha." The grin was clear in his voice at that. "Of course I will re-enact it for you."

"Good. But I won't be a schoolgirl because that's just creepy."