Meggan and Monet
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xp_logsMeggan and Monet bump into each other in the sunroom while separately seeking a break from the cold of winter, and chat.
Monet spent a lot of time in the sunroom in winter. She didn't feel the cold but, nonetheless, objected to the endless parade of snow, more snow and, sometimes, for variety, either ice or sleet.She was stretched out on a couch, only her feet not in the (slightly weak) afternoon sun. Eyes closed, she was doing her best to spontaneously develop photosynthesis.
Meggan loved the winter and all the snow that accompanied it, but she was really starting to yearn for a little bit of sunlight. Therefore, a quick trip to the sunroom to soak up the available warmth like some sort of lizard on a rock was in order. As she walked in, she saw Monet on the couch. Not sure if Monet was actually sleeping or just resting her eyes, Meggan attempted to sneak by her and claim the next available spot.
Monet didn't even bother opening an eye. She just waved a hand vaguely toward Meggan and muttered "Please think more quietly. I'm photosynthesizing over here."
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Meggan whispered. She gave up on the sneaking, and just sank down into the closest chair she had been going for. Whispering out loud probably wasn’t quite what Monet had intended, but she couldn’t help it. “I didn't mean to bother you. I’ll try to keep them quieter than mice, I promise. I’m working on the whole chlorophyll thing here, too.”
Monet cracked one eye. "Nice. I'm just working on the theory that if I concentrate hard enough, I'll spontaneously develop the mutation. I mean, I'm perfect. How hard can it be?"
“Maybe not too hard,” Meggan grinned. She herself could do the green thing if need be, but she’d never be covered with leaves. She couldn’t do that. “Try to pick green, not leafy,” she joked. “Otherwise, you’ll have to pluck plant sprouts or leaves from all over your face just to see.” Or maybe not, with the perfection thing.
"Dude. Seriously? That sounds like the kind of moment that's just made of fail. And really unfortunate in public. It'd be like a bad hair day, only, you know, worse. Also, itchy."
“Very itchy,” Meggan agreed. A horrifying thought occurred to her. “But if you accidentally grew poison ivy on your nose instead of just a teeny tiny bit of shrubbery, even itchier. And it might hurt, if there was some kind of rash from it. So leafy wouldn’t be as bad.” Yay, a cloud had parted to allow more sun over them, she noted happily. Ooh, followed by another to send it straight back to weak rays.
Monet sat up at that and blinked at Meggan. "Dude. Word of advice which, as your brother's girlfriend, I'm fully qualified to give you. Don't ever do that."
“I’m sorry,” Meggan hastily apologized. Maybe that had been a little bit too far, she realized. “I really shouldn’t have added poison ivy, huh? I promise I won’t do it again.” If she had meant something else instead of poison ivy, it went over her head right then.
"Just don't stick it to your face and I think we're cool, okay?"
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” Meggan assured her. She never wanted to stumble into the stuff. “Promise I won’t. So that’s an easy deal. We’re cool.”
"Cool." Monet settled back down and wriggled her toes happily in the sunlight. "You know what you're doing for college yet or anything?"
Meggan shook her head. “I’ve almost got something, but I’m not really settled yet,” she admitted. “I was thinking marine biology for a little while, since I could use my power to help out somehow, but I don’t know if that would really be good. It might end up being teaching since that seems good, too…unless I change my mind again.” Something with kids, but not something like daycare. She didn't want to change diapers.
"Why don't you do a double degree? Marine biology and a Bachelor of science? Cover both sides of things?"
“That…could work perfectly,” Meggan mused. “I’ll think about that one. Thank you. A Bachelor’s degree works with teaching, too, right? Or is that a different degree?” She needed to know if she’d have to start all over again in a different area of degree if she happened to change her mind.
"I think so. You should ask Kyle. Or you do science at one uni part time, teaching at another and come out with like, two complete degrees."
“Oh, okay. I’ll probably do that, then. Ask him, I mean, just to be absolutely sure I have things straight.” Maybe take a couple classes once she hit college, figure out which she loved more than anything, and go on from there, rather than hopping between schools. Or maybe something online would work better, she wasn’t sure.
"Good plan. He'll know all the details and things and that makes it less complicated." Monet nodded and settled back on the couch, eyes closed again.
It would probably be a while before Meggan could come up with the career that she would love without any second thoughts. “Thanks for the help, Monet. And oh, look, we’ve got a teeny bit more of the sun now!” It wasn’t by very much, but it was a lovely warmth to her and very relaxing.
"Mmm. sun."
Monet spent a lot of time in the sunroom in winter. She didn't feel the cold but, nonetheless, objected to the endless parade of snow, more snow and, sometimes, for variety, either ice or sleet.She was stretched out on a couch, only her feet not in the (slightly weak) afternoon sun. Eyes closed, she was doing her best to spontaneously develop photosynthesis.
Meggan loved the winter and all the snow that accompanied it, but she was really starting to yearn for a little bit of sunlight. Therefore, a quick trip to the sunroom to soak up the available warmth like some sort of lizard on a rock was in order. As she walked in, she saw Monet on the couch. Not sure if Monet was actually sleeping or just resting her eyes, Meggan attempted to sneak by her and claim the next available spot.
Monet didn't even bother opening an eye. She just waved a hand vaguely toward Meggan and muttered "Please think more quietly. I'm photosynthesizing over here."
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Meggan whispered. She gave up on the sneaking, and just sank down into the closest chair she had been going for. Whispering out loud probably wasn’t quite what Monet had intended, but she couldn’t help it. “I didn't mean to bother you. I’ll try to keep them quieter than mice, I promise. I’m working on the whole chlorophyll thing here, too.”
Monet cracked one eye. "Nice. I'm just working on the theory that if I concentrate hard enough, I'll spontaneously develop the mutation. I mean, I'm perfect. How hard can it be?"
“Maybe not too hard,” Meggan grinned. She herself could do the green thing if need be, but she’d never be covered with leaves. She couldn’t do that. “Try to pick green, not leafy,” she joked. “Otherwise, you’ll have to pluck plant sprouts or leaves from all over your face just to see.” Or maybe not, with the perfection thing.
"Dude. Seriously? That sounds like the kind of moment that's just made of fail. And really unfortunate in public. It'd be like a bad hair day, only, you know, worse. Also, itchy."
“Very itchy,” Meggan agreed. A horrifying thought occurred to her. “But if you accidentally grew poison ivy on your nose instead of just a teeny tiny bit of shrubbery, even itchier. And it might hurt, if there was some kind of rash from it. So leafy wouldn’t be as bad.” Yay, a cloud had parted to allow more sun over them, she noted happily. Ooh, followed by another to send it straight back to weak rays.
Monet sat up at that and blinked at Meggan. "Dude. Word of advice which, as your brother's girlfriend, I'm fully qualified to give you. Don't ever do that."
“I’m sorry,” Meggan hastily apologized. Maybe that had been a little bit too far, she realized. “I really shouldn’t have added poison ivy, huh? I promise I won’t do it again.” If she had meant something else instead of poison ivy, it went over her head right then.
"Just don't stick it to your face and I think we're cool, okay?"
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” Meggan assured her. She never wanted to stumble into the stuff. “Promise I won’t. So that’s an easy deal. We’re cool.”
"Cool." Monet settled back down and wriggled her toes happily in the sunlight. "You know what you're doing for college yet or anything?"
Meggan shook her head. “I’ve almost got something, but I’m not really settled yet,” she admitted. “I was thinking marine biology for a little while, since I could use my power to help out somehow, but I don’t know if that would really be good. It might end up being teaching since that seems good, too…unless I change my mind again.” Something with kids, but not something like daycare. She didn't want to change diapers.
"Why don't you do a double degree? Marine biology and a Bachelor of science? Cover both sides of things?"
“That…could work perfectly,” Meggan mused. “I’ll think about that one. Thank you. A Bachelor’s degree works with teaching, too, right? Or is that a different degree?” She needed to know if she’d have to start all over again in a different area of degree if she happened to change her mind.
"I think so. You should ask Kyle. Or you do science at one uni part time, teaching at another and come out with like, two complete degrees."
“Oh, okay. I’ll probably do that, then. Ask him, I mean, just to be absolutely sure I have things straight.” Maybe take a couple classes once she hit college, figure out which she loved more than anything, and go on from there, rather than hopping between schools. Or maybe something online would work better, she wasn’t sure.
"Good plan. He'll know all the details and things and that makes it less complicated." Monet nodded and settled back on the couch, eyes closed again.
It would probably be a while before Meggan could come up with the career that she would love without any second thoughts. “Thanks for the help, Monet. And oh, look, we’ve got a teeny bit more of the sun now!” It wasn’t by very much, but it was a lovely warmth to her and very relaxing.
"Mmm. sun."
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