xp_logs | Artie and Korvus, the soon to be ex roommates. (Backdated)

There were moments when Artie was still faintly stunned that he'd
graduated. On time, even, with a C average. It was kind of amazing
after the train wreck the second half of his junior year had been.
Surprise and... well, Genosha, had combined to ensure that Xavier's bi
annual moving week were the last things on his mind when he opened the
door to his room.

"What's going on?" he asked in confusion.

"I have been offered a position as Resident Adviser and am packing in
order to relocate." Korvus stated factually, standing after tucking
one of the few trinkets he had into a wooden parts crate. "I believe
you will be required to relocate as well, as you are a graduate."

"Shit, yeah. Moving week," Artie replied. "I"d forgotten it was like,
now. You got the job, huh? What about-" Artie could never spell
Jean-Phillipe's name correctly so he slapped a picture of the guy up
on the wall. "-him?"

Korvus shrugged. "He offered the position. I suspect he no longer
wished to be the Resident Adviser. It will suit me well as I do not
wish to live on ESU's campus."

"Really? How come?" Artie settled on his bed and asked the question,

picking up a rubix cube and idly turning it between his fingers. One
of these days, he was going to solve it.

"I am interested in minoring in 'mutant studies,' if such a thing
exists. It would benefit me to stay in a community of mutants." Korvus
watched Artie with the cube. "I also have neither friends nor family
outside of this mansion."

Mutant studies, huh? Whatever the hell that would end up being. Artie
tossed the cube into the air and slapped an illusion of the solved
puzzle around it before catching it and dropping it down onto the bed
again. "Makes sense. Also, I hear their food is crap. I'd introduce
you to my friends but none of them are people you'd want to live with.
Or near."

Korvus tilted his head. "Friends are a reflection of the self. Why
would you cultivate a social group you are not proud of?"

Artie gave a one shoulderd shrug. "They need someone to look out for
them. Some of them were good to me when I was a kid."

"Are there not governmental systems and charities in place for when
people need assistance?" Korvus asked curiously, not quite
understanding the problem.

He thought about it. He imagined it and then fell over sideways,
giggling silently while he projected some words up on the wall.
"They're crazy sewer mutants man. Not gonna happen."

"And I would not want to live in or near sewers." Korvus nodded, just
realizing what the statement truly meant. "I understand now."

"Yep. They won't leave, neither. I help them out when I can, now we're

talking again. Maybe you could write a thesis on crazy sewer mutants
around the world."

Korvus smile very earnestly. "I would like to. We are still a very new
minority and even we don't understand much of our condition."

Artie only rolled his eyes mentally. Every so often he forgot the rule
about Korvus and sarcasm. It mostly went 'don't. Just, don't.' "Or
something, yeah."

"Would you like assistance moving anything?" Korvus asked helpfully after a
moment's pause. "I am exceptionally capable."

"Sure. Why not?" Artie replied. "After I pack my stuff again."

"I will finish moving my property so it is out of the way once you are complete." Korvus stated simply before returning to his work.

"Thanks," Artie replied.