xp_logs | Butterflies & Hurricanes: The Fair

Kevin and Cammie wander through the street fair in District X, once again proving that the pair of them should not be trusted alone.

In a neighborhood filled with mutants one would think Kevin could assume people would be careful of the guy covered from the neck down. But people got dumber in relation to how many of them were around which was why he was half hiding behind Cammie and half walking beside her. He pulled his hood up further, trying to get the hem to meet the bridge of his nose to no avail. It was his idea but he was still nervous about the crowd.

Spotting a booth of peculiarly shaped blown glass, he tugged his friend off toward it. It wasn't until they got closer that he realized every single piece was a...glass vulva. "What the...?"

"Awesome!" Cammie said, stepping forward, "Always wanted a glass cunt. I am so buying one of these," she said. Coming here wasn't her idea in the slightest. She really didn't care for large crowds of people, but the fact that someone who had even more reason that she did to hate them did the inviting she kind of felt obliged to go. Besides, she was sort of fond of him and all that junk.

Heh. Junk.

She picked one up, "Touccccch ittttttt," she said, holding it out for Kevin, and then paused, "Or is glass organic? Fuck if I know."

"Glass is inorganic but do Ah really gotta take off my glove just to stroke your stand-in lady parts?" He was in public which meant the usual inappropriate filter was in place. That wasn't a filter typically present when he was talking to Cammie, however. His eyes moved between Cammie and the glass object and then back again. He could admit that it was rather impressive craftsmanship...but it was still a glass pussy.

"You can leave your glove on and make me a very happy girl right now," Cammie said, still holding the glasswork. Temptation... to... touch... with... tongue... rising... She was giving the glass what could only be defined as an extremely evil - though somewhat sexy - look, "Either way, it wants you to touch it. It told me so," she said, holding it out for him, and then a random thought, "Wonder if they have a glass cock anywhere around here."

"Ah really hope you mean make you a very happy girl by touching your...sculpture-to-be." He definitely wasn't putting his gloves hand anywhere else that might make her a very happy girl. Kevin, just to appease her, reached out an stroked a finger down the outside curve of the sculpture, where it was in no way suggestive at all. "You need a glass genitalia collection now?"

"Why not?" Cammie said, shaking her head at Kevin's very not sexy touching. Psh, that was sad. "Everyone needs fine art, right? This is totally fine and art. Just needs the other half, wink wink, nudge nudge."

"Ah don't think your vulva's made for penetration," Kevin told her in the sort of tone that made it sound like he was talking about Cammie, not the glass in her hand. "Ah mean, lookit it." A finger laid in the center of the sculpture, a fingertip pressed down into it but it didn't get very far. "That's like Hedwig and the Angry Inch territory there." Great, he was fingering a glass vagina. In public. How did he end up in these sorts of situations with Cammie?

"So I'll have two horny, glass virgins on my bookshelf. Sounds like endless fun to me," Cammie said happily. Now he was doing it, "She just has to open up a little and it'll all be okay." She was horrible people.

"Well, they don't have to be virgins. They just can't get it on with each other." Kevin pretended to look the glass vulva over speculatively. "Ah mean, she looks like she could be a lesbian. Ah mean, a tongue or a finger's still a tongue or a finger. Gender don't mean that much if you disembody the limbs. And he, well, why's he need to get it on with glass? You bein' racist?"

"Don'tcha know?" Cammie quipped, holding the glass pussy up tot he light. It was kind of prismatic. That was nice, "We're supposda stick to our own kind or some junk. Baseline people are boring. And squishy. Though bikers are kinda cute. Are bikers a separate race?" she said with a laugh, "Other than that, I suppose we could get her a plastic boyfriend or girlfriend. Or those really expensive dolls or something."

"You wanna get your glass vulva an expensive girlfriend?" He was giving her a look, but it was nothing compared to the look they were both getting from the person working the stall. Kevin and Cammie were clearly, in her opinion, nuts. "You could get 'er a silicone tongue friend. Then it won't matter if she can't take it in deep." One day he was going to hell for the stuff he said when he was with Cammie.

"And there'll be good times all around," Cammie said with a nod, "I like the way you think."

"Yeah, you would." But Kevin was grinning. He was trying real hard not to, but he was. "So're you buyin' your little glass friend or just gonna stroke her out here for everyone to see and then leave her here?"

"That'd be really cruel of me, wouldn't it?" Cammie said arily, "Let me fish out my wallet and she'll be coming with me. As the best purchase I've ever made legally."

Kevin raised an eyebrow. "What's the best purchase you've ever made illegally?"

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," she returned, digging her wallet out.

"No more black market harem girls for you!" Kevin even shook a finger at her in the most disapproving manner he could manage.

"Damnit! Found out! Oh well, time to move on to the boys!"

Kevin shook his head and pulled Cammie off with a hand around her her upper arm. "Ah can't take you nowhere."

Cammie and Kevin run into fellow fair goers Jared and Yvette, only Kevin and Cammie aren't too fond of Yvette's companion. Avoiding the tension, Yvette turns to one of the nearby booths.

"Would you put your vulva away? You're freakin' people out," Kevin told Cammie as they walked down a row of vendor booths. They were close enough that both the vendors and anyone inspecting their wares gave the Southerner a look thanks to his slightly scolding and quite serious tone of voice. "If you keep pettin' it and mutterin' 'my precious' Ah'm asking someone to psychoanalyze you or somethin'." He actually started to veer toward a booth that said 'clinic' over it just for effect, though Kevin couldn't see the rest of the sign yet.

"Don't listen to him, my precious. I love you," Cammie said, stroking the glass with a purposely insane glint in her eye, "We both know you're the best thing to ever happen to me and I won't let those bad men take you away. My precious, precious vulva."

Kevin was horribly torn between laughing, very possibly hysterically, and looking embarrassed to a rather traumatized level. It was always a bad sign when he wasn't actually sure which one he felt more inclined toward. It was also always a sign he was with Cammie. As it was, Kevin was bright red with his eyes squeezed together a little and a smirk that made it obvious he was trying not to laugh. "Please do not start making out with your vulva," he muttered and regretted it instantly. Now she probably would.

"Hmmm?" Cammie said, glancing over. She was licking the glass.

Now Kevin smacked a hand over his eyes, peering through slightly parted fingers so he didn't run into anyone. "See, this is why we can't have civilized friends." Then he spotted a small, familiar, red figure up ahead. Kevin headed for Yvette to say hi while he reached out and tried to pull Cammie's vulva away from her mouth.

"Noooo! Don't take my cunt! My wonderful, beautiful, tasty cunt!" Cammie cried out in mock pain.

Yvette had been about to say hello, but at Cammie's outburst, her eyes flared neon blue and she made a slightly strangled noise. Obviously she knew what the 'c' word meant. She looked desperately to Jared to step in and make things less mortifyingly embarrassing.

Catching Yvette's discomfort, Jared tried to turn the conversation around. "So... That's the fair? I was hoping for something more like school fair. You know, those where parents take pictures of you in those ridiculous outfits and take pleasure showing them around twenty years later..." He was doing Yvette a favor by coming here but was still trying to figure out what it was all about. "So what's up with you two? Didn't you bring your roommate, the hottie with claws?"

"The hottie with the claws... No, I didn't, but I'm sure she'd love to hear herself called that. I'll give her a buzz and she can drive down here and fuck you, since you know, she's 'the hottie' with 'the claws'," Cammie returned, complete with finger quotes. It didn't take much to really sour her mood.

The idea of "getting fucked" had been really disturbing since his powers had appeared, so he preferred not thinking about it for the moment, and focused on the event again. That would give Yvette a chance to get a hold on the whole situation. "So, lady, would you tell me where you just dragged me and what is the plan? Am I supposed to win a huge teddy bear to get a kiss on the cheek?" He winked. Playing with Yvette's discomfort had become one of Jared's new habits.

"Cammie, do not be so mean. You know Jared cannot touch any more than Kevin or I can." Yvette scolded mildly, still highly uncomfortable with the current conversation as much as she was uncomfortable around Cammie generally. And Jared's remark had made it worse. Argh. "It is the street fair, for the businesses of what is called District X," she continued, preferring to drop into teaching mode rather than pursue the other thread. "It is a mutant-friendly area, yes? I thought you might like to see that being a mutant can be just as normal as being anyone else."

Kevin hadn't met the guy until now but he officially didn't like him. "The 'hottie' has a name, by the way. It's Laura. Learn it." Laura wasn't exactly a close, personal friend of Kevin's but they were friendly enough and he was Southern enough that it rankled him to hear her spoken of like that. He understood Cammie's lashing out at him because of it all too well. The comment about the kiss on the cheek had also caused him to take a protective step closer to Yvette, though likely only the girls would know why he'd done it.

"There's a lot of local artists and craftsmen out, too," he offered by way of helping Yvette's explanation. "There was some carvings down there you might like, 'Vette." Kevin pointed over his shoulder in the direction from which he and Cammie had come. "The glass blower is cool too but, uh, all genitalia."

"So far the glass blower is the only thing worth my time," she said, though she finally pocketed her glass cunt. Messing around like that was only fun when she was in the mood to do it, "Also, not going to waste any manners on the guy to whom I'm the roommate of the 'hot chick' with 'claws.' Not sorry. No apologies."

"You're being way too judgmental!", Jared replied, faking a sad face. Connecting people that way never meant to be offensive. Still, he liked playing cocky. "If I had the chance to know you first, Laura would have been the funny glass blower's roommate..." Then, turning to Kevin, again with an awkward smile: "Any guy stuff to do around here?"

"There's no contact sports, no." He didn't sound very pleased with the guy. Kevin was polite to people right up until they lost the right for you to be polite to them. Once you were rude no one owed you typical Southern manners. How overt he was being had a lot to do with people outside the South rubbing off on him, though. "But some of us are guys and like art so Ah'm probably the wrong person for you to ask about 'guy stuff.'" What the hell even was supposed guy stuff when you were at a street fair?

Yvette made a huffy noise and turned to the stall that had caught her eye earlier. Better to leave the three of them to their silliness and enjoy things herself. She looked over the various leaflets - mostly about services available for those with mutations - keeping enough distance between herself and the table to avoid any accidental damage.

The voice came first. A calm, silky voice. The sort of voice of someone who wasn't really trying to sell anything. The voice of a friend. Then came the woman. The smiling brunette woman that leaned ever so slightly on the stand, giving Yvette a quiet, interested look. The red girl could possibly feel how the woman's eyes went slowly over her hair, hands, eyes, and then jumped briefly over her companions, the calm expression never leaving her face. "Is there anything I can do for you today?" The tone of the question somehow managed to imply that, yes, there were things she could help with. The woman smiled warmly at her, almost as if she were internally jumping in joy for this meeting. Maybe she was.

"Oh." Yvette's eyes flared briefly. "I am, how you say? Just looking. I have not seen so many programs for the mutants before. It is very interesting!"

The woman nodded in agreement. "It is a shame, really. We shouldn't be left behind when it comes to medical care just because our genes might or might not look differently. That is my drive to offer my help to mutants, especially those whose mutations are especially...obvious." She spared another second to glance at Yvette's friends, who were still happily chatting. "But where are my manners." She frowned a little, placing a hand on her chin as she resumed her smiling. "My name is Haven. Very nice to meet you, young lady."

"Yvette." The small red girl kept her hands behind her back, not willing to risk shaking hands with someone who wasn't aware of her powers. "You are the doctor, then?"

Cammie came up behind Yvette, having heard most of Haven's speech her face was hardly friendly, "If she's a doctor I'm a hippo. Come on, Yvette, go hang out with Kevin. This woman's running a scam." Cammie's tone was one of absolute certainty. She had seen plenty of these in various incarnations before, she leveled a cold green gaze on the 'doctor.'

Yvette frowned. "I was having the conversation," she told Cammie stiffly. "Why do you not go and play with your rude glass sculpture and leave me alone?" She didn't appreciate the 'rescue' and she didn't appreciate being told to 'go play' as if she was a child. "I will catch up with you later."

"Yeah, without any of your money. You don't like me and I don't really care, but trust me. I've seen enough scams to smell them from a mile away," Cammie said, her gaze not leaving the the woman running it for a minute.

Haven didn't really seem affected by Cammie's words. She simply gave the green haired girl one of her warm smiles, green eyes going over her the same way they did over Yvette. "I assure you what I offer is not a scam; I would never play with the feelings and hopes of those hindered by their mutations. And so", said as she passed a hand over her dark hair. "You also seem to be at a disadvantage." The way it was said, and the fact she had returned her gaze to Cammie, or Cammie's bandaged arm, to be exact made it all pretty obvious. "Would you, young ladies, believe me if I told you I can help you?"

Cammie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I'm so disadvantaged that it hurts and I totally had to ride the short bus. TL;DR answer: No."

Yvette frowned, puzzled as well as annoyed by Cammie's rudeness and refusal to just go away and leave Yvette be. "You mean our mutations, yes? I am afraid I do not believe you can do anything about those. We are already having the best training we can be getting."

The woman nodded slowly, partially ignoring Cammie -although she had made very clear the green haired girl's words didn't pass unnoticed, a silent stare at her while she talked-, but apparently still in a pretty good mood. "Some mutations can't really be controlled. They just exists regardless of the pain and complications they present to the people that have them. Like yours...and I bet that arm of your friend is not without its own complications." She seemed to consider her own words for a moment, a frown on her face as she took a good look at the street. "I can take them away", said at last towards Yvette. "If that is what you wish, and if that is what your friends wish, I can get rid of this...hindering. Would you be interested?"

"And how much would such a thing cost?" Yvette asked, glancing at Cammie as if to say 'see? I'm not that dumb'.

Now Haven's smile widened. "You have misunderstood. It's my duty to help those in need, regardless of how difficult it might be. While you are right that any other person would indeed pretend to profit from this, such is not my case. In other words, I have no intention of charging you anything." She looked up to the other three. "And if your friends want, I can take their mutations away as well, without charge." She allowed Yvette to process the whole deal for a second.

"Does this sound acceptable?"

Yvette frowned again. On the one hand, what the woman was claiming was impossible - no-one could take away mutations. On the other hand... She looked over at Kevin, who had killed his father with a touch and who knew as much as she did how lonely life without physical contact could get. Jared, who hid his difficulties with his own powers behind the all-American boy attitude, but who had no idea what to do with his life. And Cammie, who was disagreeable and rude, but who wouldn't be, if they could kill without thinking? Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing for all of them, to be freed of the limits their genetics had imposed on them?

And if it didn't work, well, it wasn't like it would actually cost any of them anything.

Yvette glanced back at Haven, keeping her voice low. "I do not know if you can do what you say, but if you can, then yes, please. For myself and my friends."

Cammie snorted but didn't say anything. This was how it was going to go. Nothing would happen right away and any of them who came back tomorrow would be chided for a lack of faith and perhaps a donation to her cause. Just to make it work this time. But whatever. Let Pinky believe in whatever harmless crap she wanted to. Cammie'd come back later and look for the stash of money and send that on its way to doing something other than lining this woman's pockets. Because this smelled ten kinds of dirty.

Haven nodded, giving one final stare at Yvette's partners before closing her eyes, her face tensing as she focused. When she opened her eyes next, a dim white light was covering them, but her irises were still visible; only the red girl would be able to notice the change of her eyes though, since she was close enough. She didn't even look at Yvette anymore, as she seemed to be in some sort of trance. A small gasp, and then the light faded from her eyes, and the woman relaxed. Turning again at Yvette, she gave her a small smile. "Done."

Yvette looked down at herself, taking in the extra long fingers and toes, the stiff loose curl of the lock of hair hanging over her shoulder. Nothing had changed. She looked back up at Haven and then at Cammie. Obviously the green-haired girl had been right.

"Thank you," she said politely - Yvette would be polite even to the FOH, it seemed. "Come on, Cammie, let's go. There are more things to be seeing, yes?" She didn't say anything else - she expected Cammie would be telling her she'd told her so plenty enough once they moved on.

"Yeah, and they'll be more interesting than this bullshit," Cammie said. Sure enough, a few steps out, "Told ya so. If we come back tomorrow because nothing happened we'll get an earful about 'lack of faith' and how 'a small donation' would totally help. And if anything did happen it'd be like a placebo or something. Because you want it bad enough." If that was all that it took to change the world, she'd still be back in Vermont.

"Well, it did not hurt to try and I am not going to go back, so we do not have to worry about it, yes?" Yvette snapped back a little, then sighed. "I know I am silly, but can you not tell Kevin and Jared? They will laugh at me."

"Girls' secret," Cammie said with an actual amount of sincerity. She couldn't really blame the kid, all things considered, "I'll come back later and rob her blind. Fix everything."

"What're you fixin'?" Kevin was more than happy to get out of his strained, tense exchange with Jared wherein Kevin hoped the other guy would shut up and the other guy never did. He picked up on the first thing he heard from Cammie and directed all his attention to her. "Are you blowing something up?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Cammie said with a grin and a click of her tongue at the end. "If it makes the papers, you'll find out then."

"See, and this is why you can't be trusted alone and need an escort at all times. 'Cause Ah really don't wanna have to bail you outta jail." He glanced at Yvette, then at Jared. He really didn't like that guy. With his attention going back to Cammie he asked, "Food? Ah'll grab you anti-freeze on the way."

"You know you love the excitement," Cammie said, "I could use doom chili and deadly poison."

"Sold," Kevin nodded to himself. "Y'all comin', too?" He didn't like Jared but he would invite the guy to be polite since he was with Yvette.

"Yes, Jared, please come with us," Yvette added, looking up at him. She didn't want him to feel left out, even if there was something weird going on with him and Kevin.

"Wherever my little spiky princess goes, I go", Jared said as an answer. He never got the whole point of this fair anyway. At least, Yvette always knew how to get his attention with food. "But after that, I gotta run. I got a new trick I want to try tonight at the office."