Log: Laurie & JPB, Friday Morning
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xp_logsLaurie gets to work and JPB is prepared to artfully dodge her questions - waffles are, once again, an integral part of his plan.
Jean-Paul was in the city to check in at X-Factor and possibly to pester Vanessa, should she make an appearance. That was his initial goal, anyway. He'd had a particularly brutal session with Jean, which had put him leaving the mansion much later than he'd anticipated so, by the time he got to the office, he wasn't really interested in flying back across the city to his own apartment. Which was why, as the sun rose over the city and cast the whole of the glass/concrete/steel jungle in shades of red and orange, the Quebecois pulled himself up from his rather comfortable doze on the futon. He knew his nosy little friend would be about at some point and he needed to be prepared.
Fifteen minutes later, Jean-Paul was back in the office and back on the futon, appropriately prepared now for Laurie Collins and the barrage of questions she would undoubtedly hurl at him.
Laurie Collins had always believed that punctuality showed something about a person’s personality, and specifically something about what that person felt for the people around her, or him or itself. She thusly had always tried to be perfectly on time, and had, but for a few months during her teenage years managed to keep within the boundaries of times that she pledged. Today was no different, and she walked through the door of the offices of X-Factor at exactly 8:00am, her regular starting time for the day.
It took her several minutes to recognise that there was someone else there, since Bishop usually left things up to her in the mornings, and for the most part she simply forwarded him any information he needed so he wouldn’t have to come in unless absolutely needed.
“Jean-Paul?” she questioned, frowning slightly at the sight of the man on the futon. He still hadn’t told her why he chose to bunk here rather then at any number of other choices in the city, the curiosity over it sometimes drove her to distraction but he had remained steadfast in his refusal to cooperate in her interrogations. It was really very annoying, when it came right down to it.
"You will eat the waffles," Jean-Paul said, indicating the bag propped on the end of the futon. "And you will not ask me questions I will not answer, oui?" The waffles were delicious - he intended to eat one for himself, once she'd picked which of the three she wanted. And if her mouth was occupied thusly, she wouldn't be able to get the words out to ask him all the whys and wherefores she was probably dying to ask.
Laurie took the bag and opened it, peering inside; it most definitely contained waffles, the good kind even, with bits in. Taking a moment to ponder her choices in silence, she eventually picked out one or two and set about munching as she had been instructed to. It didn’t, of course, stop her from pulling out her smart phone and taping out an enquiry in the notes section, which she then turned toward Jean-Paul.
‘Waffles are only going to shut me up for so long,’ the message read.
"I will take whatever respite I am given," Jean-Paul said solemnly, smiling just a little despite himself. He reached for the bag so he could take out the waffle she hadn't picked and then started in on it. "These are very good, are they not? The strawberry, it is my favorite, I think."
“I’ve always been more of a chocolate fan,” Laurie noted thoughtfully, having swallowed her first bite. “And why would you need a respite from me? I’m awesome.”
"You?" Jean-Paul eyed her as though he was seriously considering her awesomeness. "Perhaps you are, sometimes. Your questions, though. Most of the time, they are not."
“Do they really bother you that much?” Laurie asked, glancing up at him with a quizzical expression, as if she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. People who found her irritating or her questioning bothersome would normally simply avoid her, or yell at her. She’d become used to the yelling people and mostly had just stopped talking to them entirely. Although it was quite difficult when it was one of your professors, why he was so difficult she couldn’t quite fathom. It wasn’t as if she had meant to correct him that one time in front of the class, it was just that he’d completely missed what would have been obvious to anyone who’d done any actual reading on the subject in the last year or so. “I’ll stop if it’s really horrible for you.”
"It is not so much that they really bother me, as you say. More that you are so bound to find the answers, if this makes sense. You are, of course, free to ask whatever you like. It is only that I, also, am free to not answer. For example, why do I sleep here some nights? This is something I do not want to answer, you see? And so it makes for a circular conversation many times. You ask, I do not answer, you ask again, again I do not answer." Jean-Paul took another generous bite of waffle and considered that. "You see? At the very least, ask me something that is new."
“I just worry about you sometimes, that’s all,” Laurie replied, a slightly sad look crossing her face before she smiled wryly. “I worry about everyone really, but especially about people like you and Vee. You always seem to be so self-contained, I never know if you’re actually talking to someone about the bad things we see.”
"I am talking to many people about bad things I have seen," Jean-Paul said, unsure as to whether that would be reassuring. He didn't have much else to offer her, though. And he was being honest about that. He was seeing Jean and Hank for his issues with his mutation and he was seeing a therapist for his other mental issues. Not to mention his discussions with the Professor. "It is nice to talk to people about these other things, though. Simple things."
“Then maybe I’ll just promise to always be here for the simple things,” Laurie noted, handing him another waffle and claiming the last one for herself. “I thought I might see if Vee wanted to join me for dinner next week, I’ll be in the city visiting my Dad and I figured I could pop over for at least one night without him feeling neglected. Would you like to come if she accepts? I’ll be cooking!”
"That would be nice," Jean-Paul said, smiling. "As long as Vanessa does not mind being invaded, oui?"
“I’ll talk to her about it when I ask her if she wants me to make dinner,” Laurie affirmed, grinning at him and munching on her waffle. “I have a feeling she won’t object though. Do you have a plan for the rest of the day, or would you like me to kidnap you for something fun?”
"Kidnap me?" Jean-Paul shook his head and ate another piece of waffle. "I am overdue at the mansion, I think. Also, I would like to sleep on something that is not the futon. And you, you have work, do you not? That is why you are here, oui? Not simply for the waffles." If he got there early enough, he figured he might be able to have breakfast cooked by the time Kevin got up.
“I suppose,” Laurie noted with a mournful tone, and then grinned. “And I can always kidnap you some other time when you’re not busy.”
Jean-Paul laughed softly and nodded. "Oui, you may kidnap me when I am not so busy. And we will eat something that is not a waffle."
Jean-Paul was in the city to check in at X-Factor and possibly to pester Vanessa, should she make an appearance. That was his initial goal, anyway. He'd had a particularly brutal session with Jean, which had put him leaving the mansion much later than he'd anticipated so, by the time he got to the office, he wasn't really interested in flying back across the city to his own apartment. Which was why, as the sun rose over the city and cast the whole of the glass/concrete/steel jungle in shades of red and orange, the Quebecois pulled himself up from his rather comfortable doze on the futon. He knew his nosy little friend would be about at some point and he needed to be prepared.
Fifteen minutes later, Jean-Paul was back in the office and back on the futon, appropriately prepared now for Laurie Collins and the barrage of questions she would undoubtedly hurl at him.
Laurie Collins had always believed that punctuality showed something about a person’s personality, and specifically something about what that person felt for the people around her, or him or itself. She thusly had always tried to be perfectly on time, and had, but for a few months during her teenage years managed to keep within the boundaries of times that she pledged. Today was no different, and she walked through the door of the offices of X-Factor at exactly 8:00am, her regular starting time for the day.
It took her several minutes to recognise that there was someone else there, since Bishop usually left things up to her in the mornings, and for the most part she simply forwarded him any information he needed so he wouldn’t have to come in unless absolutely needed.
“Jean-Paul?” she questioned, frowning slightly at the sight of the man on the futon. He still hadn’t told her why he chose to bunk here rather then at any number of other choices in the city, the curiosity over it sometimes drove her to distraction but he had remained steadfast in his refusal to cooperate in her interrogations. It was really very annoying, when it came right down to it.
"You will eat the waffles," Jean-Paul said, indicating the bag propped on the end of the futon. "And you will not ask me questions I will not answer, oui?" The waffles were delicious - he intended to eat one for himself, once she'd picked which of the three she wanted. And if her mouth was occupied thusly, she wouldn't be able to get the words out to ask him all the whys and wherefores she was probably dying to ask.
Laurie took the bag and opened it, peering inside; it most definitely contained waffles, the good kind even, with bits in. Taking a moment to ponder her choices in silence, she eventually picked out one or two and set about munching as she had been instructed to. It didn’t, of course, stop her from pulling out her smart phone and taping out an enquiry in the notes section, which she then turned toward Jean-Paul.
‘Waffles are only going to shut me up for so long,’ the message read.
"I will take whatever respite I am given," Jean-Paul said solemnly, smiling just a little despite himself. He reached for the bag so he could take out the waffle she hadn't picked and then started in on it. "These are very good, are they not? The strawberry, it is my favorite, I think."
“I’ve always been more of a chocolate fan,” Laurie noted thoughtfully, having swallowed her first bite. “And why would you need a respite from me? I’m awesome.”
"You?" Jean-Paul eyed her as though he was seriously considering her awesomeness. "Perhaps you are, sometimes. Your questions, though. Most of the time, they are not."
“Do they really bother you that much?” Laurie asked, glancing up at him with a quizzical expression, as if she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. People who found her irritating or her questioning bothersome would normally simply avoid her, or yell at her. She’d become used to the yelling people and mostly had just stopped talking to them entirely. Although it was quite difficult when it was one of your professors, why he was so difficult she couldn’t quite fathom. It wasn’t as if she had meant to correct him that one time in front of the class, it was just that he’d completely missed what would have been obvious to anyone who’d done any actual reading on the subject in the last year or so. “I’ll stop if it’s really horrible for you.”
"It is not so much that they really bother me, as you say. More that you are so bound to find the answers, if this makes sense. You are, of course, free to ask whatever you like. It is only that I, also, am free to not answer. For example, why do I sleep here some nights? This is something I do not want to answer, you see? And so it makes for a circular conversation many times. You ask, I do not answer, you ask again, again I do not answer." Jean-Paul took another generous bite of waffle and considered that. "You see? At the very least, ask me something that is new."
“I just worry about you sometimes, that’s all,” Laurie replied, a slightly sad look crossing her face before she smiled wryly. “I worry about everyone really, but especially about people like you and Vee. You always seem to be so self-contained, I never know if you’re actually talking to someone about the bad things we see.”
"I am talking to many people about bad things I have seen," Jean-Paul said, unsure as to whether that would be reassuring. He didn't have much else to offer her, though. And he was being honest about that. He was seeing Jean and Hank for his issues with his mutation and he was seeing a therapist for his other mental issues. Not to mention his discussions with the Professor. "It is nice to talk to people about these other things, though. Simple things."
“Then maybe I’ll just promise to always be here for the simple things,” Laurie noted, handing him another waffle and claiming the last one for herself. “I thought I might see if Vee wanted to join me for dinner next week, I’ll be in the city visiting my Dad and I figured I could pop over for at least one night without him feeling neglected. Would you like to come if she accepts? I’ll be cooking!”
"That would be nice," Jean-Paul said, smiling. "As long as Vanessa does not mind being invaded, oui?"
“I’ll talk to her about it when I ask her if she wants me to make dinner,” Laurie affirmed, grinning at him and munching on her waffle. “I have a feeling she won’t object though. Do you have a plan for the rest of the day, or would you like me to kidnap you for something fun?”
"Kidnap me?" Jean-Paul shook his head and ate another piece of waffle. "I am overdue at the mansion, I think. Also, I would like to sleep on something that is not the futon. And you, you have work, do you not? That is why you are here, oui? Not simply for the waffles." If he got there early enough, he figured he might be able to have breakfast cooked by the time Kevin got up.
“I suppose,” Laurie noted with a mournful tone, and then grinned. “And I can always kidnap you some other time when you’re not busy.”
Jean-Paul laughed softly and nodded. "Oui, you may kidnap me when I am not so busy. And we will eat something that is not a waffle."
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