Renee and Angel: Getting to know you! (backdated)

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Renee and Angel bump into each other in the hallway. Conversation follows! Super backdated to August.

Renee wasn't sure how scheduling for this kind of thing worked here, or if they had a schedule at all, but weekends had always been her preferred time to do laundry when she was at home. She could actually spend an entire day in the house without her grandfather around, and it became something like a ritual for her. As such, she took a chance on there not being a schedule for laundry and carted a couple of loads to the laundry room. Well, she led the way, anyway. The actual carting was done by a friend.

Angel was on her way to her dark room (she'd basically been living there since the dance trying to get everything developed) when she saw...well, she wasn't quite sure what she saw. A person, for sure. Someone she didn't recognize, so probably the new arrival. But it was the ghost-like being carrying the laundry that Angel got caught on. She blinked once, then a large grin spread over her face. "Cool! Hey, are they photogenic?"

Renee stopped and turned around at the sound of a new voice. She blinked a little and frowned. "I have no idea. I've never tried to take a picture of them. It's worth a try though, right?" The green figure turned around, too, and she moved next to it, leaning in and giving it bunny ears. "They don't really smile, though. I'm Renee, by the way." Just in case this was someone who wasn't on the whole big hi-I-have-green-minions thread. The place was so huge, there had to be at least one.

Angel giggled, checking her camera to make sure the film still had a picture left on it and snapping a quick photo. "Angel. In name, not in status. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, hi!" Renee nodded in recognition. "Nice to meet you in person. You have to let me know if that comes out. It would give me an entirely new use for these guys." And the list was already really long.

"Will do." Now Angel really wanted to get this film developed. "Laundry day, I take it?" She asked with a smile.

"It's almost weird to see someone using real film. I just wanted you to turn the camera around so I could see the picture, but..." She laughed and shrugged a little. Didn't work that way! "That's the idea. That's allowed, right?" It'd be a weird rule to not let people do their own laundry, but it could happen.

"What can I say, I'm an old-fashioned type of girl," Angel said with a grin. "And I can't imagine anyone is going to seriously protest to you doing your laundry. I mean, unless they're seriously obsessed with doing laundry and want it all for themselves. I don't think anyone here is actually like that, though."

"That's cool, though. Do you develop it yourself and everything?" That would be seriously old fashioned. "I actually had an idea about setting up a laundry service here in the school. So that seriously obsessed person might be me. Eventually." Start small, Renee, do your own.

"Yup," Angel said happily. "I have a whole dark room set up down in the boathouse." Really, it was the little things that made her happy. "A laundry service? Really? That'd be different. And that's saying something when you stop to consider that we're in a school for mutants. But awesome. That'd be awesome. As long as you don't go insane and start chasing people down screaming, 'I want your laundry!!!' ...Okay, I'm lying. It'd still be awesome even then."

"OK, that really is old fashioned, but still kinda cool." Nobody did that anymore, but that was what made it cool. "I'd have these guys do the chasing. They're way scarier than I'll ever be anyway. I'm just not sure how I feel about a mountain of strangers' underwear, you know? Like, is the profit worth what I might learn about my teachers by doing their delicates?"

Angel coughed to hide a laugh. "Just consider yourself lucky there are some people who aren't here anymore," she told Renee with a snicker. "Personally, I can't imagine washing Dr. McCoy's or Mr. Logan's, uh...undergarments." And that did it. She started laughing. God she was such a five year old sometimes.

Renee gave the other girl a little bit of a side eye, but she couldn't help smiling a little herself. "OK, you realize you can't just say that and not tell me why. Did one of them have a mutant power of like, explosive farts or something? Because yeah, I wouldn't want anything to do with that."

"No, but can you imagine the jokes Kyle would be able to make if they did?" Angel shook her head, still giggling. "No, Dr. McCoy is this big guy-" She held her hand out over her head to demonstrate, "and he has pointy teeth and he's covered in blue fur. Everywhere, as far as I know, but I never actually saw him naked. And the bones in Mr. Logan's body are coated in a special type of metal and he has claws that pop out of the back of his hands. I can't pinpoint a reason right now as to why it would be awkward to wash his underwear - I mean, other than the obvious reasons - but he's just one of the people that comes to mind that I think it would be especially awkward."

"I can imagine, but he'd probably top anything I'd come up with!" Renee just blinked at the descriptions of the two men. "Blue fur everywhere? Yeah, I don't think there'd be a lint trap big enough in the world. Although... he must've had laundry done at some point. Maybe he sent it out?" But then, how do you explain that to a dry cleaner? "Was he born with the metal there?" Because that sounded just bizarre.

"I'm assuming he did laundry?" Angel said uncertainly. "Or I mean, he could have just went out and bought new clothes every other week, I knew someone who did that once. It gets pretty expensive. It seems more likely he did his laundry. Or he knew a dry cleaner who didn't ask a lot of questions. As for Mr. Logan...you know, I'm actually not sure where the metal came from. I kind of didn't question it the way I found out was...uh..." There was no need to share that memory. "Yeah. But I kind of doubt he was born like that, I mean, even for a mutant that's just kind of weird, isn't it?"

"Why would someone do that? They must've been loooooaded." She couldn't imagine, even when her parents were around and money wasn't something she thought about, having enough for new clothes every week. "I dunno, people have been saying mutants have all kinds of stuff going on like I've never seen, so maybe he was? But then his bones would probably just be metal and not covered in it. Right?" So much to think about.

"Yeah, it was pretty crazy. Personally, I'd have rather learned to do laundry, I don't have the money for that." Angel shrugged, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Yeah, I mean, if his bones were made of metal then maybe, but...I don't know. He was a crazy guy. Kinda cool. But kinda crazy."

"Yeah, I don't know anybody who does unless teaching here is like, movie-star good." Renee shrugged. "Are either of those guys still around here? I like to know what the local ratio of kinda crazy is when I'm in a new place."

Angel snorted at that. "Nah, they're both off to corners of the world at the moment. The kinda crazy ratio is still pretty up there though, even without 'em. Kinda par for the course when you think about it, being in a school for mutants and all. Not that that's a reason to love it any less here," she added quickly, not wanting the new girl to get the wrong idea.

"Yeah, I kinda get that feeling about this place. Like, there're probably a ton of mutants in the world but how many of them would choose to live in a place with just other mutants, right?" Not that all of the people living there had a choice, either, but still. "Oh, nah, I like it here so far."

"Great, then we're doing our jobs," Angel said happily, clapping her hands together and grinning. "And I don't want to say only the crazy ones come here, because I'm pretty sure some of the newer people are still holding on to a shred of sanity, but ya know...we're all really really nice, so I think that counts for something."

"Yeah, I haven't met any mean people or anything so far, but then..." She feigned nervousness. "I wouldn't want to be the bully in a place where people can light you on fire or haunt your dreams or whatever, unless your power is at least just as sc--" Not scary. Uh. "Just as powerful." D'oh.

"Nah, no use of powers even against bullies," Angel said quite cheerfully. "If you're mean, you'll just get chucked in the lake." Still said in that same cheerful tone. "Which is actually quite fun, once you get over the initial 'OHMYGOD they're throwing me IN THE LAKE.'"

Renee laughed a little, but also tilted her head. "That's kind of cool and all, but like... what if someone was seriously an issue? If getting thrown in the lake isn't actually that big of a deal..." Could a place like this actually expel people?

Angel tilted her head as well as she thought about it. "I mean, I've never heard of someone being forced to leave because of the way they act." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Huh. I really don't know about that. For the record, though, I'm probably one of the few who thinks getting laked isn't a huge deal - I'm like, part fish or something. Ask someone a little more normal, they'll probably have a very different opinion."

"I wouldn't want to meet the mutant who could get kicked out of a school that house people who can kill each other with a thought." She was legitimately wary of this idea, actually. "It doesn't like, put your fire out or anything, getting thrown in the water?"

"I wouldn't worry too much. We don't seem to attract the legitimately nasty types around here. Bad attitudes, yes, but so far no one with any serious take-over-the-world aspirations or anything, ya know?" Angel didn't want to let Renee walk away with the wrong idea about anything, after all. "Nah, see, I can do this really cool thing where I make a fire shield around me, so if you toss me in a lake I can just flash boil the water. Or I could, if I wanted to. Usually I just take it as an opportunity to go for a swim."

"OK, that's good." It seemed like the school might have a reputation strong enough to keep the real nasties away anyway. "Where do those people go, though?" Everybody has to go somewhere, right? "Could you boil out the entire lake?" She eyes lit up--that just seemed like such a cool idea.

"Where do the real nasties go? I'm not really sure, to be honest. But birds of a feather flock together, right? Hmn..." Angel considered the water thing for a moment, thinking hard. "I don't even know. Probably not the entire lake, it's waaaaaay too big. But a good portion of it, maybe? Water vs. Angel, the water will most likely win. But I'll go out fighting," she declared, puffing her chest out proudly.

"I guess it's probably better that way, sort of." She'd get paranoid if she knew all the worst mutants actually did hang out in one place together. At least here there were rules and lakes and things. "That's still pretty awesome. Even a portion of a lake is not screwing around." Renee gave Angel a nod and a little thumbs up. Very cool!

Angel grinned, quite proud of herself now. "Yeah, I'm pretty awesome," she said happily. "I think you got the better end of the deal power-wise, though. How many people can say they have green ectoplasm friends?"

"Hopefully not too many!" Renee replied with a laugh and a pat on the head for the friend still carting her laundry. "I like my monopoly. And I don't think I could handle any kind of fire power or anything like that. These guys and me, we work well together."

Angel giggled at that. "That's good, though. Life is generally a lot easier when your powers and whatever they do cooperate with you, ya know? Well, obviously you know."

"I know enough, but it'll be cool to learn more. Maybe I have untapped powers. Maybe I have these guys and fire." She wasn't sure how she'd deal with that but if it happened, well, maybe Angel could help!

"I think I'm going to have to file a complaint with someone if you get two awesome mutations," Angel said with a mock pout. She couldn't hold onto the pout for more than a moment though. "But then we can set stuff on fire together, and that'd be so cool!"

"You'd have to show me how to do it, though, or I'll end up burning all my hair off, and I think this place can really only handle one completely bald person, plus I'd have all these burns and it'd just be... no." At least on the Professor it looked badass. Renee'd just look lumpy.

"Oh don't worry, I'd totally take you under my wing," Angel assured her. "You could be my flame protegee. That'd be awesome. And hopefully if you spontaneously develop fire powers you'll always get the immunity that comes with it. Then you won't have to worry about burning your hair off. Your clothes, well....that's what Forge makes fireproof clothing for."

"You even have a designated fireproof clothing guy. Amazing. Although, if I burned all my clothes off..." She gestured toward her friend and looked ridiculously smug for a moment. "No more laundry." See how she brought it back around to the beginning? Making conversation LIKE A BOSS.

"Well he was more of a build EVERYTHING guy before he ran off to the Annex. But yeah, pretty cool." Angel grinned. "Oh hey, you were going to do laundry weren't you? And I'm being all distract-y over here. Do you want help? And by help I mean company because I know people are really particular about laundry and how it's done and stuff and I totally don't want to mess up your system if you have one."

"That's the one in California, right?" She was familiar; they were the ones who'd found her. "Yeah, but it's no big deal. You were headed somewhere too, right? I hope I didn't keep you! But if you want to come hang out and do laundry... I'd love the company."

"Yup, good ol' Californy." Angel grinned, then tilted her head. "Right, I was, um..." The weight of the camera bag on her back reminded her of her original goal for the day. "Oh, right. Dark room. Well, hanging out with a person sounds like more fun. To the laundry room?"

"Sure, as long as I'm not keeping you!" She tilted her head toward the laundry room. "Maybe after I could come with you to the dark room? Just to check it out? I've never seen one before." She'd offer to help but she'd really, really just get in the way.

Angel's eyes lit up as they started walking. "Definitely!" She chirped happily.