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xp_logsJohnny arrives at the mansion and meets Jean-Phillipe for his tour around the academy.
Whoever had decided that Jean-Phillipe should be the one to guide Sue Storm's newly-arrived younger brother around the mansion clearly needed to have their head examined. Jean-Phillipe snorted - who had decided on him as a mature, responsible representative of mansion life? Then he realized that he worked a stable, well-paying job, had a stable, rewarding relationship...when had adulthood snuck up on him like that?
In any event, he stood waiting for Johnny in the front entryway, drumming his fingers against his crossed forearms.
Johnny sat in the back of the taxi. His face was a mask of boredom, but as the mansion came into sight, he couldn't help but crack a grin. This was it. He was finally here. All those burned clothes and...other mishaps... finally seemed worth it. He was going to be an X-Man. Sue has told him all about the academy, it sounded...awesome.
As the taxi pulled up, he restrained himself from bounding out--calmly opened the door and extended his hand to the large man waiting at the door, presumably for him a wry smile playing across his lips.
"Johnny. Johnny Storm. You're expecting me, I believe."
"Mais oui," the Frenchman replied with a firm handshake. "Jean-Phillipe Colbert," he introduced himself. He smiled at Johnny's enthusiasm. "I was elected to give you a tour of the premises, introduce you to some of the residents, and so on. Though I'm sure Sue has told you plenty about things. Shall we?" He held the door open for the younger man.
Johnny paused when he heard the French accent. He shrugged--it seemed that the X-Men were more global that he had thought. It made sense, but he'd never really thought about superheroes in the rest of the world. He walked into the entrance hall and stopped. He'd heard about it, seen pictures, but nothing really prepared you for being there. He felt a shiver run up his spine and a smirk showed on his face. He was finally here. He was actually here. He refrained from pinching himself and turned to Jean-Phillipe. "Any chance we could check out the training room first? I kinda want to see what everyone can do..."
Jean-Phillipe raised an eyebrow. "Exactly how much has your sister told you?" he asked. There was eagerness, and then there was the almost single-mindedness of the younger Storm sibling. He was starting to get the feeling that Johnny was a bit too preoccupied with the X-Men, putting the cart before the horse. He supposed having been rescued by mutant heroes would make an impression, but still. "It is not as though we spend all day training in power use," he murmured. Someone was getting a good laugh at the brash former Brotherhood member being the voice of caution and reason, he was sure. "And if you want to know what powers a person has, you should ask politely."
Johnny mentally reeled, but his face only betrayed him for a moment. Of course powers were a sensitive topic. Most of the people here probably had discovered their powers in harsher circumstances, when they were alone and afraid, wishing above all just to be normal. Most of the other students would, probably, be wary of their powers--powers had singled them out, alienated them. There probably wasn't a single soul here who had wanted powers, who had felt the pang of jealously when their sibling had revealed their powers. Who, like him had waited, urging his body to give him a sign that he was special, that he was...He shook his head. Maybe there weren't any students who had wanted powers, but he was sure that he could show a few of them how cool it was to have them. Johnny and the Rockettes. Sounded cool. But there he was, getting ahead of himself again. He turned to Jean-Phillipe. "I didn't mean any disrespect. It's just...you know..." He found himself uncharacteristically floundering. This French dude's earnestness was putting him off. "It's kinda amazing to be here. I guess I'm just a little overexcited at the prospect of meeting everyone and learning. So, yeah. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry. What's your favorite place in the Academy? Why don't we start there?"
Johnny might have been surprised to know just how much of a 'mutant groupie' his tour guide had been before the manifesting of his own power, and just how much he had annoyed his cousin over hers. "The kitchen," he said with a chuckle. "Using mutant powers can lead to building up quite an appetite, and le profeseur has a kitchen that is up to the task of feeding a mutant metabolism." As they walked in that direction, he shrugged. "This may be a mansion, but Xavier does very well at making it feel like a home."
Johnny nodded, in what he hoped was a sagely manner, but was far from it. His tummy growled upon hearing the word 'kitchen' and he patted it reassuringly. "Yeah, I know what you mean..." As they wandered through the halls, Johnny couldn't help but wonder aloud, "It must be kinda weird, spending all your time here. I mean studying, living,training...eating...I suppose it brings everyone together though. Like one big dysfunctional family."
Jean-Phillipe chuckled. "Dysfunctional? We are certainly that at times." He pursed his lips. "But this place is...a haven. Even at its most dysfunctional. I think you will enjoy it, even if you must occasionally deal with an older female relative who thinks she is perfect and wishes you would just go away sometimes." A grin split his face. "I may have some experience with that part."
Johnny cracked a smile, "I guess I'll fit right in then." He looked around slowly taking in the environment of what was going to be his new home. Jean-Phillipe was right, this place was a haven...but more than that this place felt...comfortable. He hadn't felt at ease like this since he was a child. There was an acceptance that seemed to flow in the very veins of the place. A warmth that invited him in--that told him he was part of something. Part of something bigger than himself. Part of a family. He breathed out and ran his hand softly along the wall, as if feeling for a pulse. "Home," he whispered. He shook himself out of his reverie and hurried to catch up with Jean-Phillipe, a nonchalant smirk and a swagger in his step. But he couldn't help but turn around and smile.
Home, he thought. That sounded good.
Whoever had decided that Jean-Phillipe should be the one to guide Sue Storm's newly-arrived younger brother around the mansion clearly needed to have their head examined. Jean-Phillipe snorted - who had decided on him as a mature, responsible representative of mansion life? Then he realized that he worked a stable, well-paying job, had a stable, rewarding relationship...when had adulthood snuck up on him like that?
In any event, he stood waiting for Johnny in the front entryway, drumming his fingers against his crossed forearms.
Johnny sat in the back of the taxi. His face was a mask of boredom, but as the mansion came into sight, he couldn't help but crack a grin. This was it. He was finally here. All those burned clothes and...other mishaps... finally seemed worth it. He was going to be an X-Man. Sue has told him all about the academy, it sounded...awesome.
As the taxi pulled up, he restrained himself from bounding out--calmly opened the door and extended his hand to the large man waiting at the door, presumably for him a wry smile playing across his lips.
"Johnny. Johnny Storm. You're expecting me, I believe."
"Mais oui," the Frenchman replied with a firm handshake. "Jean-Phillipe Colbert," he introduced himself. He smiled at Johnny's enthusiasm. "I was elected to give you a tour of the premises, introduce you to some of the residents, and so on. Though I'm sure Sue has told you plenty about things. Shall we?" He held the door open for the younger man.
Johnny paused when he heard the French accent. He shrugged--it seemed that the X-Men were more global that he had thought. It made sense, but he'd never really thought about superheroes in the rest of the world. He walked into the entrance hall and stopped. He'd heard about it, seen pictures, but nothing really prepared you for being there. He felt a shiver run up his spine and a smirk showed on his face. He was finally here. He was actually here. He refrained from pinching himself and turned to Jean-Phillipe. "Any chance we could check out the training room first? I kinda want to see what everyone can do..."
Jean-Phillipe raised an eyebrow. "Exactly how much has your sister told you?" he asked. There was eagerness, and then there was the almost single-mindedness of the younger Storm sibling. He was starting to get the feeling that Johnny was a bit too preoccupied with the X-Men, putting the cart before the horse. He supposed having been rescued by mutant heroes would make an impression, but still. "It is not as though we spend all day training in power use," he murmured. Someone was getting a good laugh at the brash former Brotherhood member being the voice of caution and reason, he was sure. "And if you want to know what powers a person has, you should ask politely."
Johnny mentally reeled, but his face only betrayed him for a moment. Of course powers were a sensitive topic. Most of the people here probably had discovered their powers in harsher circumstances, when they were alone and afraid, wishing above all just to be normal. Most of the other students would, probably, be wary of their powers--powers had singled them out, alienated them. There probably wasn't a single soul here who had wanted powers, who had felt the pang of jealously when their sibling had revealed their powers. Who, like him had waited, urging his body to give him a sign that he was special, that he was...He shook his head. Maybe there weren't any students who had wanted powers, but he was sure that he could show a few of them how cool it was to have them. Johnny and the Rockettes. Sounded cool. But there he was, getting ahead of himself again. He turned to Jean-Phillipe. "I didn't mean any disrespect. It's just...you know..." He found himself uncharacteristically floundering. This French dude's earnestness was putting him off. "It's kinda amazing to be here. I guess I'm just a little overexcited at the prospect of meeting everyone and learning. So, yeah. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry. What's your favorite place in the Academy? Why don't we start there?"
Johnny might have been surprised to know just how much of a 'mutant groupie' his tour guide had been before the manifesting of his own power, and just how much he had annoyed his cousin over hers. "The kitchen," he said with a chuckle. "Using mutant powers can lead to building up quite an appetite, and le profeseur has a kitchen that is up to the task of feeding a mutant metabolism." As they walked in that direction, he shrugged. "This may be a mansion, but Xavier does very well at making it feel like a home."
Johnny nodded, in what he hoped was a sagely manner, but was far from it. His tummy growled upon hearing the word 'kitchen' and he patted it reassuringly. "Yeah, I know what you mean..." As they wandered through the halls, Johnny couldn't help but wonder aloud, "It must be kinda weird, spending all your time here. I mean studying, living,training...eating...I suppose it brings everyone together though. Like one big dysfunctional family."
Jean-Phillipe chuckled. "Dysfunctional? We are certainly that at times." He pursed his lips. "But this place is...a haven. Even at its most dysfunctional. I think you will enjoy it, even if you must occasionally deal with an older female relative who thinks she is perfect and wishes you would just go away sometimes." A grin split his face. "I may have some experience with that part."
Johnny cracked a smile, "I guess I'll fit right in then." He looked around slowly taking in the environment of what was going to be his new home. Jean-Phillipe was right, this place was a haven...but more than that this place felt...comfortable. He hadn't felt at ease like this since he was a child. There was an acceptance that seemed to flow in the very veins of the place. A warmth that invited him in--that told him he was part of something. Part of something bigger than himself. Part of a family. He breathed out and ran his hand softly along the wall, as if feeling for a pulse. "Home," he whispered. He shook himself out of his reverie and hurried to catch up with Jean-Phillipe, a nonchalant smirk and a swagger in his step. But he couldn't help but turn around and smile.
Home, he thought. That sounded good.
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