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xp_logsThe two young redhead psions meet, and the world didn't explode. Not yet, anyways.
There were many oddities that Maddie had become used to since learning she was a mutant and being relocated to Xavier's mansion, but this (if it was true that is) completely took the cake. An alternate reality version of the young girl who had been killed in Genosha? Maybe it was true, or maybe this girl was deeply disturbed, but in either case it totally made sense why everyone was acting super strange since her arrival. Maddie hadn't completely ruled out the possibility that this new girl was a fraud who just read people like those fake TV psychics (not the real ones, they were real), but she was never going to find out if she didn't step up and find out for herself.
Three strong knocks announced the teenage redhead's presence at the guest suite. And then she waited.
The door swung open a moment later, revealing a rather disheveled redhead who looked like she was fresh from bed, although the dark circles under her eyes said otherwise. Rachel quirked a brow at the other red-haired girl, cocking her head to the side as she studied Maddie, clearly waiting for some kind of indication as to why she was knocking on her door.
As if reading her mind (which she wasn't, that would be rude) Maddie pulled out two boxes of cookies from behind her back and held them out before her. "Oreos and Girl Scout Cookies. Samoas, specifically," she explained. "I don't know what kind of food you have in your world, but here these are the cream of the crop." It was a test, because clearly there was no world in which those two items did not exist. At least in Maddie's mind.
“Are you… selling them to me?” Rachel drew her brows together, glancing down at the boxes the other girl was holding. She had not, in fact, ever had Girl Scout Cookies, but that seemed slightly irrelevant at the moment. Something was not quite computing right in her head. The soldier blinked, then dug the heel of a palm into an eye to roughly rub the tiredness from it. “Hang on, who’re you?”
"Uh no. They're a gift." It was Maddie's turn to look puzzled, mirroring the expression of the redhead before her. Who didn't like cookies? "I'm Maddie. I'm one of the students here."
Student, huh. And here she thought Xavier was keeping things under relative wraps. Nodding, Rachel hesitantly accepted the boxes of cookies. “Thanks.” She paused, feeling rather awkward under the gaze of the younger girl. “I’m Rachel. You wanna… come in?” That was a socially acceptable response, right?
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out something was off here. So for Maddie, the hesitation in Rachel's movements and words was painfully apparent. "I know who you are," she replied calmly. "Or who you say you are. And honestly I don't need to come in if you don't want me to, I get personal space, I honestly just wanted to see the visitor from another world. Kinda a let down, lemme tell you. I expected more arms."
“Well, m’sorry to disappoint,” the older girl said with a wry quirk to her lips. But she opened the door wider and stepped in, gesturing for Maddie to enter the room. “I got that you know about me – was just wondering about the whys and hows. ‘Sides, you woke me up.”
An identical smile spread across the younger girl's lips as she accepted the invitation and stepped into the guest suite. "I didn't mean to wake you up," she sounded almost guilty, "but I figured that by now you'd be awake. My bad. Nice digs you got here." Maddie began to circle the room, appraising the almost identical set-up to the ones she inhabited. Except of course for the fact that Rachel lived alone. "And people talk. In whispers, and not to me, but people talk. You pick up bits and pieces of things here and there, put them together, take them apart, and try to make sense of it all. Then you realize it doesn't make sense so you accept it, move on, and bring the crazy world-hopping chick cookies."
“Thanks,” was the skeptical reply. The room was in the exact same state that it had been in when the Professor had allowed her to move in. There were no personal artifacts lying around – because she had none – save for her borrowed clothes which she stowed away in a closet and the toiletries in the bathroom. Rachel gestured at the couch in invitation for Maddie to sit, tossing the Oreos in between them and taking the other end of the couch, keeping the girl scout cookies for further studying. “Crazy world-hopping chick has perpetual jet-lag. So it’s not your fault.” She opened up the box and peered inside. “Should I get milk for these?”
Well, she seemed sane enough, Maddie decided. Of course it wasn't as if Maddie was qualified to judge these things, but she considered herself a fairly good judge of people. And that was without using her powers.
"I can get milk. Peanut butter too if you want. Of course you're Scottish and stuff so you probably hate the stuff." She hovered at the end of the couch, not wanting to sit in case she needed to just get right back up again. "But there's apparently a British shop around somewhere that sells Haggis in a can." Pause. "It's vegetarian so that totally defeats the whole purpose of Haggis. Or spotted dick."
Maddie giggled. "Hehe. Dick."
Rachel snorted, smiling despite herself as she popped open the box and extracted a cookie, popping it into her mouth and offering the box to Maddie.
"Who said that I'm Scottish?" She asked, a hint of mischief in her eyes as her accent morphed flawlessly into an American one. "We can get milk and peanut butter for the Oreos later if we have to. I think these are fine on their own." The older psion nodded at the seat beside her, waving the box again. No need for Maddie to go running through the mansion again.
It was Maddie's turn to snort, this time at Rachel's accent change. The younger girl hopped onto the couch, perching herself on its arm, and reached for a cookie. "See. I know you're not an American," she explained, after swallowing her bite. "Fine. Full American. True American. Whatever you want to call it because you have never had a Girl Scout cookie." With a raise of her eyebrow, daring Rachel to defend her mistake, Maddie popped the rest of the cookie into her mouth with a look of smug satisfaction.
"As you say," Rachel seemed pleased at The Maddie's perceptiveness, holding up the cookie and peering at it before popping it into her mouth with a loud crunch. "I'm half of each. A mutt, really."
"Well, this is your lucky day." The younger girl reached up and flipped her hair, sitting up proudly and preening like a peacock. "Because I am a true American, born and bred, and an Army brat to boot. Stick with me, kiddo, and you'll go far."
Not quite sure what an army brat was, Rachel nodded, looking suitably impressed. "I am honored, indeed," she said, British accent a tad exaggerated as she winked at the girl, mouth still busy with her cookie. "And what is my young miss going to teach this poor sod?"
"College football, baseball, March Madness, fried bacon...." Maddie counted off each item on her finger. "Fifth Amendment, chanting 'USA' over and over again, you know those type of things. Very important. But first," a cookie floated out of the box and into the younger girl's open hand. "We need to get you an American Flag pin. So eat up. You're going to need your strength."
Well, wasn't that nice. Another redheaded psion. Rachel crunched on her cookie and nodded agreeably, discarding all thoughts of sleeping for the rest of the day.
Standing, the older girl brushed the crumbs off her sleep pants."Well then. That's a lot of things for a limited period of time. We'd better get going."
There were many oddities that Maddie had become used to since learning she was a mutant and being relocated to Xavier's mansion, but this (if it was true that is) completely took the cake. An alternate reality version of the young girl who had been killed in Genosha? Maybe it was true, or maybe this girl was deeply disturbed, but in either case it totally made sense why everyone was acting super strange since her arrival. Maddie hadn't completely ruled out the possibility that this new girl was a fraud who just read people like those fake TV psychics (not the real ones, they were real), but she was never going to find out if she didn't step up and find out for herself.
Three strong knocks announced the teenage redhead's presence at the guest suite. And then she waited.
The door swung open a moment later, revealing a rather disheveled redhead who looked like she was fresh from bed, although the dark circles under her eyes said otherwise. Rachel quirked a brow at the other red-haired girl, cocking her head to the side as she studied Maddie, clearly waiting for some kind of indication as to why she was knocking on her door.
As if reading her mind (which she wasn't, that would be rude) Maddie pulled out two boxes of cookies from behind her back and held them out before her. "Oreos and Girl Scout Cookies. Samoas, specifically," she explained. "I don't know what kind of food you have in your world, but here these are the cream of the crop." It was a test, because clearly there was no world in which those two items did not exist. At least in Maddie's mind.
“Are you… selling them to me?” Rachel drew her brows together, glancing down at the boxes the other girl was holding. She had not, in fact, ever had Girl Scout Cookies, but that seemed slightly irrelevant at the moment. Something was not quite computing right in her head. The soldier blinked, then dug the heel of a palm into an eye to roughly rub the tiredness from it. “Hang on, who’re you?”
"Uh no. They're a gift." It was Maddie's turn to look puzzled, mirroring the expression of the redhead before her. Who didn't like cookies? "I'm Maddie. I'm one of the students here."
Student, huh. And here she thought Xavier was keeping things under relative wraps. Nodding, Rachel hesitantly accepted the boxes of cookies. “Thanks.” She paused, feeling rather awkward under the gaze of the younger girl. “I’m Rachel. You wanna… come in?” That was a socially acceptable response, right?
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out something was off here. So for Maddie, the hesitation in Rachel's movements and words was painfully apparent. "I know who you are," she replied calmly. "Or who you say you are. And honestly I don't need to come in if you don't want me to, I get personal space, I honestly just wanted to see the visitor from another world. Kinda a let down, lemme tell you. I expected more arms."
“Well, m’sorry to disappoint,” the older girl said with a wry quirk to her lips. But she opened the door wider and stepped in, gesturing for Maddie to enter the room. “I got that you know about me – was just wondering about the whys and hows. ‘Sides, you woke me up.”
An identical smile spread across the younger girl's lips as she accepted the invitation and stepped into the guest suite. "I didn't mean to wake you up," she sounded almost guilty, "but I figured that by now you'd be awake. My bad. Nice digs you got here." Maddie began to circle the room, appraising the almost identical set-up to the ones she inhabited. Except of course for the fact that Rachel lived alone. "And people talk. In whispers, and not to me, but people talk. You pick up bits and pieces of things here and there, put them together, take them apart, and try to make sense of it all. Then you realize it doesn't make sense so you accept it, move on, and bring the crazy world-hopping chick cookies."
“Thanks,” was the skeptical reply. The room was in the exact same state that it had been in when the Professor had allowed her to move in. There were no personal artifacts lying around – because she had none – save for her borrowed clothes which she stowed away in a closet and the toiletries in the bathroom. Rachel gestured at the couch in invitation for Maddie to sit, tossing the Oreos in between them and taking the other end of the couch, keeping the girl scout cookies for further studying. “Crazy world-hopping chick has perpetual jet-lag. So it’s not your fault.” She opened up the box and peered inside. “Should I get milk for these?”
Well, she seemed sane enough, Maddie decided. Of course it wasn't as if Maddie was qualified to judge these things, but she considered herself a fairly good judge of people. And that was without using her powers.
"I can get milk. Peanut butter too if you want. Of course you're Scottish and stuff so you probably hate the stuff." She hovered at the end of the couch, not wanting to sit in case she needed to just get right back up again. "But there's apparently a British shop around somewhere that sells Haggis in a can." Pause. "It's vegetarian so that totally defeats the whole purpose of Haggis. Or spotted dick."
Maddie giggled. "Hehe. Dick."
Rachel snorted, smiling despite herself as she popped open the box and extracted a cookie, popping it into her mouth and offering the box to Maddie.
"Who said that I'm Scottish?" She asked, a hint of mischief in her eyes as her accent morphed flawlessly into an American one. "We can get milk and peanut butter for the Oreos later if we have to. I think these are fine on their own." The older psion nodded at the seat beside her, waving the box again. No need for Maddie to go running through the mansion again.
It was Maddie's turn to snort, this time at Rachel's accent change. The younger girl hopped onto the couch, perching herself on its arm, and reached for a cookie. "See. I know you're not an American," she explained, after swallowing her bite. "Fine. Full American. True American. Whatever you want to call it because you have never had a Girl Scout cookie." With a raise of her eyebrow, daring Rachel to defend her mistake, Maddie popped the rest of the cookie into her mouth with a look of smug satisfaction.
"As you say," Rachel seemed pleased at The Maddie's perceptiveness, holding up the cookie and peering at it before popping it into her mouth with a loud crunch. "I'm half of each. A mutt, really."
"Well, this is your lucky day." The younger girl reached up and flipped her hair, sitting up proudly and preening like a peacock. "Because I am a true American, born and bred, and an Army brat to boot. Stick with me, kiddo, and you'll go far."
Not quite sure what an army brat was, Rachel nodded, looking suitably impressed. "I am honored, indeed," she said, British accent a tad exaggerated as she winked at the girl, mouth still busy with her cookie. "And what is my young miss going to teach this poor sod?"
"College football, baseball, March Madness, fried bacon...." Maddie counted off each item on her finger. "Fifth Amendment, chanting 'USA' over and over again, you know those type of things. Very important. But first," a cookie floated out of the box and into the younger girl's open hand. "We need to get you an American Flag pin. So eat up. You're going to need your strength."
Well, wasn't that nice. Another redheaded psion. Rachel crunched on her cookie and nodded agreeably, discarding all thoughts of sleeping for the rest of the day.
Standing, the older girl brushed the crumbs off her sleep pants."Well then. That's a lot of things for a limited period of time. We'd better get going."
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