xp_logs | Meggan and Matt, Thursday Afternoon

Meggan and Matt meet in the library. After some talk on what she's studying, she ends up offering to give him a piece of the chocolate cake Kurt gave her.

There was a national lending library of braille books that mailed them to each person as needed. The key was actually needing the braille books, not just anyone could be a part of the library. Matt was though and had ordered a few books, one of which arrived today. That was faster than he had expected, but apparently it had been nearby so it hadn't taken long to get it to him.

Clutching the thick volume in his hand, Matt debated going back to his room to read it or just finding a table here for a few minutes to be more social. His cane arcing in front of him, he decided to go sit at a table.

“There’s an empty seat just two small steps to your left,” Meggan quickly offered from a nearby table. She had seen his progress during a break in her studying for an upcoming history test, and wanted to help him out if she could.

He had known the girl was there, he had heard her heartbeat, but the comment still took him by surprise. "Thanks," he replied, using his cane to reach out and find the chair, then moving to it and sitting down, folding his cane up automatically and slipping it into a back pocket. It was a bulky thing when folded up, but that way there was less a chance of him losing it or worse, it being taken. It had happened before so he had learned his lesson.

Meggan nodded, before realizing that was not good to do if he couldn’t see it. If she apologized for that, he wouldn’t know why she was. “You’re welcome,” she replied instead. Once he found the seat she had indicated, and seemed to be settled, she introduced herself. “Hello. I’m Meggan.”

"Matt," he replied, thinking back to the journals. Had there been a Meggan? He thought so, but there had been a lot of names (and a fight) on his journal, so...he was not entirely positive. "You're on the journals? Or not?" he asked, making sure. He was not entirely certain how they all worked in terms of who was on them or not or what.

“I’m there, yes,” Meggan acknowledged. “I said a quick hi and welcome to the school, in between some of the arguing.” Or maybe it had been right at the start of the arguing, she couldn’t remember. It was understandable for him to get the welcome lost in it all.

"Ah. Yeah. I got lost with it all," the voice to text program wasn't bad, but it made navigating the computer a slow process which was not helped by the fact that he wasn't that great with computers. He wasn't used to having general access to one, normally it was a fairly restricted thing and even when he did use it, someone else had to enable the software for him before he could. It was all just a time consuming hassle. "Not sure why everyone got so upset, the guy wasn't that bad."

“That's okay,” Meggan replied. She thought for a second before trying to answer that last one. “It…might be because he sort of played hop scotch over whatever line there was, instead of just crossing it once? Something like that, anyway.” It was the only thing she could think of to say about that, really. A whole new level of jerk had been reached with the few comments she’d read.

"Ah. Not a first time offender," that made more sense. Still though, Matt preferred Jared's bigoted, but blatant asshattery to people saying things behind his back. "Well...it don't bother me. I liked his honesty. You know where you stand with a person like that, I can respect it."

Meggan could almost understand why, even if she wasn’t sure she would really agree with it. “Because he wasn’t pretending to be nice to you, and then doing stuff when nobody was looking?”

"Right," Matt agreed, "Or worse, saying stuff to other people when I'm not around."

“That’s most definitely a bad one,” Meggan nodded firmly. Of course he wouldn’t see it, but he would still know she was agreeing by her tone.

Matt was very used to people nodding and making faces and such around him even though he couldn't see them. Usually, he could tell though from the tone. Shrugging, he opened his book. It was the fourth volume of Harry Potter that he had been reading before he had been sent to rehab. He was going to reread it again, then see if he could get the next volume. Ideally, he wanted the entire book re-read before the movie came out, but he wasn't sure he would be able to get them all in time, "People do it all the time though. It's like...out of sight, like no one will find out late or something."

“Certain people aren’t going to pay attention or care, so they think that nobody else will? Even if it’s really obvious,” Meggan pointed out. Harry Potter? She wasn’t really a fan, but she could see why people would love reading the stories. She was more into the adventure on the high seas sort of tale at the moment.

"Well...if they don't, why should anyone else?" Matt asked, mostly rhetorically. "Whatever. He's an asshole and the more we talk about him the more power we give him. Moving on. Why are you in the library?" What people probably did not realize was that he was not reading the fourth Harry Potter book. He was reading the fourth volume of the seventh book. Braille took up a lot more space than regular printed books, so things were separated into volumes. Ten volumes made up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Now that Meggan could agree with. “I was just studying.” Since he couldn’t see what she’d automatically waved at, she quickly added, “My notes. I was studying my notes and textbook. We’ll have a history test or a quiz sometime soon, and I wanted to be very sure I had everything down.” She realized that she had probably highlighted too many things, but it helped her get things straight in her head.

"You sound like an overachiever," not that Matt didn't study or make good grades, he typically did despite the headaches he got, because education had been important to his father. That, if anything, was the one thing Matt tried to do to make his father happy, even if he had died. That wasn't to say that he was a perfect A student or that he took the hardest classes offered, but he did his best and came home with good grades. He'd never failed anything and he had only made a C once, because he'd been in juvie and hadn't learned the same things in math there that he was supposed to learn.

“Not really,” Meggan denied with a small laugh. She wasn’t upset by the remark. “I’m more…a try harder than an overachiever. I just want to be able to get a good grade on it.” She didn’t want to accidentally forget everything until the very last minute, and then end up possibly having to retake everything the next year if she failed spectacularly. She didn’t want a D, either. D’s weren’t good.

"Ah, one of those," Matt had known a few 'tries harder and still fails' in his time. He sort of wanted to tell them that whatever it was they were doing clearly was not working if they worked that hard and still did not get the material. Of course, he was sort of in that category when it came to math, but math and blindness, while possible, were not so easy to teach or to learn. He was taking algebra now and it required him learning a whole new set of braille called nemeth so that he could read and write the equations properly. "Well, it's good to get a start on things now then, yeah."

“Yeah. I’m doing good on the work,” Meggan explained. “I just want to make sure nothing ends up slipping through the cracks for me when the test hits. Like what year something big happened in, and for how long.” Names and things people themselves did were easier than the dates sometimes, but she was getting better at that. “I highlighted my notes with pink if I thought I needed to work on reading that time period more. It’s not completely ridden with pink. More…polka dots of it.”

"Uh...huh," highlighting things was not really something Matt was familiar with, nor was he familiar with polkadotting pink versus something else. "Well...good luck on that, I guess," he replied, lamely. He wasn't sure really what to say about study techniques. He had his own and they involved reading the material over and over a lot until he could recite it without the book. Or in some case, listening to it over and over, because sometimes his books were on tape.

“Thank you,” Meggan replied. “It’s just something that works. Usually.” She was at a loss for what else to say for a second, because she didn’t want to bore him by talking about highlighters. “I have a question, Matt. Do you...like chocolate cake?" That probably sounded like a strange thing to ask, so she explained. "Because Kurt gave me one and I’ve been trying to share it, and I just...wondered if you wanted to have a piece of it whenever we’re done here.” It was just her own little version of a ‘welcome to the school’ present, if he wanted it. There were still two and a half slices left.

Well, that was random. Pausing for a minute, making sure he had heard Meggan correctly, though his hearing was better than excellent so of course he had. "Chocolate cake?" he repeated, "Yeah. I like it," Matt agreed. "And...sure. If you're sharing, that'd be nice." He wondered what sort of game she was playing, what she might want in return. Of course, it was chocolate cake and whatever it was couldn't be much for something like that. Plus, he didn't have much.

“I’m sharing, yes. Okay, good,” Meggan smiled. She was relieved, because she didn’t think they had any other types of cake in the kitchen today, and chocolate was best. “So when we’re done here, I’ll get it for you from the kitchen, quick as I can.”

"I know where the kitchen is," Matt replied, he could go with her, if that was easier. The kitchen was probably one of the few places he definitely knew how to get to without having to stop and think about it. The other was his room.

“Okay. You following might save a tiny extra trip, then,” Meggan quickly agreed. And if he didn’t like the sprinkles on it, those could easily be knocked off.

"Sure," Matt agreed, "Whenever you're ready. I'm not studying. I just got this book for fun. Well, part of the book. I gotta get the rest later," but this would occupy him for a while anyways.