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xp_logsMatt comes to try to cheer Rogue up after she refuses to leave her room
To say Halloween was her least favourite holiday, that'd be right. Rogue hated dressing up in costumes. And she definitely hated being scared.
She did love November 1 though: Discount Candy Day.
Curled up on her bed, iPad on her lap as she watched a movie, she relaxed and tried to ignore the random sounds coming from the halls.
In fact, she was so engrossed with Youtube, it took her a while to notice the knocking on her door. "If you're not a zombie coming to eat my brains, come in! Otherwise no dice!"
Kicking the door with his foot again, Matt couldn't get the door with his hands full, "Let me in!" he called, hearing her without difficulty. He had grabbed a little of everything, getting her punch and plenty of Halloween themed goodies and candy. Couldn't forget the candy. He apparently thought that Rouge ate like a 19 year old boy.
She hopped off the bed and went to the door. Her eyes widened at the bounty in his arms. "Holy," she exclaimed. "You are most welcome here, kind sir. Did you leave anything for the other kids?"
"Of course," Why would he take THAT much? "You said you wanted food though. This seemed like a good amount," following Rogue into the suite, Matt set the plate on the table. "You are no fun, you know."
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?". Snagging a cupcake,she sat down on the bed with one leg bent under her and the other dangling. "For your information, I'm plenty fun."
"You're hanging out here, alone, by yourself, when there is a party going on with your friends," Matt explained, "And you're doing it by choice. That's just....not fun. Like, I'd get it if you were sick or something, but you're just being contrary. You don't even need a costume," his was pretty basic since he did aerial arts and gymnastics and he was just going as an acrobat.
All valid points, she thought. It was boring of her and she probably would've had fun but she just wasn't in the mood. Instead of saying that, she shrugged. "Contrary is a good word. I am being contrary. I think of it this way -- I didn't have to go anywhere and I got all the snacks I wanted. Didn't even have to work for it. How's that?"
Matt stuck his tongue out at her. "And for that, I'm headed back down and not going to hang with you." Two could play that game. "Let you be aaaalllll alone."
She stopped stuffing her face at that. "But then I'm just a fat kid eating cake. You should eat too, and maybe then I'll come with you back to the party. Is everyone there?"
"Everyone who didn't go to the city for stuff," Matt agreed, "I think Clint went to his dad's and Gabriel is working in the city tonight, his club is having a thing," he had considered going for a minute, but realistically, it was a terrible idea. Staying in here was much better even if the candy was sometimes animated. "And you're not fat," he did obligingly take a cookie though.
"I could just have a skinny voice," she teased, reaching for her punch. "Who is Gabriel again?". It was hard to remember everyone, especially when she'd only met some people via their journals. "I don't think I've met him."
Matt shook his head, "That I actually can see with my powers. Sonar gives me an idea of shape using sound," it wasn't always the most detailed, but it served him well. "I dunno, he's pretty new, too. Works at a gay bar in the city."
"Oh, that's cool! I really should be more social, but it's nice hermiting sometimes.". A pause. "And that sonar thing is cool too. This may sound super rude, so I apologize in advance, but with your powers, you can do so much. Is it really that different now from when you could see? Other than the actual sight thing," she added.
"It's different," he assured her, "When my powers manifested, I had no idea how to understand all the stuff coming in and I had major sensory overload. I still do sometimes, my room is soundproofed and whatnot so I can relax and calm down when that happens," his mind also came up as static or whitenoise to telepaths because there was so much information being constantly processed. "But I've got control now and can use it pretty well. But it's....I can see all around me, 360 degrees. I can see through things depending on the materials, how loud the sound is, stuff like that. No colour, almost no detail. So while I know you're not very big, I can't tell you the colour of your hair or if it's in a pony tail or loose or whatever. I can't see photographs or computer screens and use braille or text readers for them. So it's all give and take."
"Mutations are truly amazing things," Rogue added after a thought. "So even though you don't have sight per se, you actually have it better than most of us. I have my sight and yet I don't know if I really ever see anything. All I have is what's in front of me to go on." she grinned. "And I still trip over my own feet."
"Yeah," Matt agreed. "It's a give and take. I can see more of some things, less of others. Given how touch screen and computer oriented we are, I'm still blind. I use the ADA functions and settings, apps developed for the visually impaired. I've got one that tells me colours so I don't do something funky," he used that a lot. "It's just not the limitation people generally assume."
"You really are an interesting person, ya know that?" She hopped off the bed and closed her eyes. "Even though I jus' saw the room, I have no clue where anything is.". She opened them and smiled. "But I bet you're jus' sick of talkin' bout it. Tell me something about yourself. Something you'd rather be known for."
"It's different for people so....you gotta educate them, you know? Kinda like being a mutant," Matt replied, not bothered by it, "But...I guess I'd rather be known as a nerd who was the first to graduate high school in his family. And go to college. Or someone fearless when it comes to heights and acrobats and stuff. The first is probably more important," but the second was fun. "What about you then? Tell me something, too."
"Oh, I'm hardly interesting," she brushed him off. "I'd rather talk about you. I don't think you're a nerd at all for prioritizin' your education. Is that what your family thinks?"
Matt made a face, "Nu-uh," he disagreed, "You gotta tell me something. Or I won't answer any more of your questions. So I'll make it easy. Favourite band?"
With a mock sigh, she grabbed a snack of the tray and answered, "The Rolling Stones. I kinda love old music, and they just rock it. Now answer my question."
"No family. It was just me and my dad, then he died," Matt explained, "He dropped out of high school and he was determined that I'd go to college. So....I'm in college. Favourite Rolling Stones song?"
"Sympathy for the Devil," she replied automatically. "I can't think of a single thing wrong with it. The lyrics, the singing....Gimme Shelter is definitely a close second." She made a face. "Can't stand some of their newer stuff. The sixties was their era."
"How about you? Since we both know Ace of Base isn't your fave."
Appropriate. "Are they still making new music?" Matt thought they were still cashing in from the 60's and there wasn't anything wing with that. "I'm more of an alternative rock guy. I like bands like Shinedown, Saliva, Matchbox 20, stuff like that."
"Mmmm...they released an album in the late 90s. It was ok. More poppy than anything else. And the only band I recognize from that bunch is Matchbox 20. It's official: I'm old.". She grinned, and stretched. "You don't have any other Hallowe'en plans?"
"Like trick or treating?" Matt teased. "And you're what? 28?" It was a total guess on his part.
"You look young enough," she teased back. "And yah, close enough. 29. Be 30 next year. I'm old enough to be your older sister."
"How many kids are 6'2"?" He stretched to prove his point. He wasn't short. "But no, no other plans. I'm not into crowds much and I'm not into the beer and stuff."
"You could pretend to be on stilts. Or dress up as Abraham Lincoln." She wasn't losing this point.
Matt stuck his tongue out at her again. "Whatever. You're one to talk, Ms. Anti-social."
"We are all entitled to our off days," she explained. "And I let you in, didn't I? I could've turned you away, and I didn't. That's gotta count for something, right?"
Mmhmm, whatever she wanted to think. "You wanna do something stupid?"
"Is it stupid because I'm the responsible adult,or Johnny Knoxville stupid?"
"It's stupid because it's Halloween and we know better," it was fun though! "We should go to a haunted house. I'm sure there's one in town."
She shook her head quickly. "Real life is scary enough, why would you wanna do that to yourself?"
"Because, it's fake scary," Matt explained, "We know it's fake, which is why it's awesome. But we can do something else instead. Like...I dunno." He was out of ideas.
She laughed. He looked disappointed, but she couldn't help it -- she really hated being scared. "Aw sugar, well go back to the party then. I'm honestly happy here with my snacks, and my movies. I promise though, we can do something fun that doesn't involve haunted houses. I can take you flying sometime," she added as an afterthought.
"Fine then," Matt huffed, "You suck. But I'm going to hold you to flying." That was fun!
To say Halloween was her least favourite holiday, that'd be right. Rogue hated dressing up in costumes. And she definitely hated being scared.
She did love November 1 though: Discount Candy Day.
Curled up on her bed, iPad on her lap as she watched a movie, she relaxed and tried to ignore the random sounds coming from the halls.
In fact, she was so engrossed with Youtube, it took her a while to notice the knocking on her door. "If you're not a zombie coming to eat my brains, come in! Otherwise no dice!"
Kicking the door with his foot again, Matt couldn't get the door with his hands full, "Let me in!" he called, hearing her without difficulty. He had grabbed a little of everything, getting her punch and plenty of Halloween themed goodies and candy. Couldn't forget the candy. He apparently thought that Rouge ate like a 19 year old boy.
She hopped off the bed and went to the door. Her eyes widened at the bounty in his arms. "Holy," she exclaimed. "You are most welcome here, kind sir. Did you leave anything for the other kids?"
"Of course," Why would he take THAT much? "You said you wanted food though. This seemed like a good amount," following Rogue into the suite, Matt set the plate on the table. "You are no fun, you know."
Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?". Snagging a cupcake,she sat down on the bed with one leg bent under her and the other dangling. "For your information, I'm plenty fun."
"You're hanging out here, alone, by yourself, when there is a party going on with your friends," Matt explained, "And you're doing it by choice. That's just....not fun. Like, I'd get it if you were sick or something, but you're just being contrary. You don't even need a costume," his was pretty basic since he did aerial arts and gymnastics and he was just going as an acrobat.
All valid points, she thought. It was boring of her and she probably would've had fun but she just wasn't in the mood. Instead of saying that, she shrugged. "Contrary is a good word. I am being contrary. I think of it this way -- I didn't have to go anywhere and I got all the snacks I wanted. Didn't even have to work for it. How's that?"
Matt stuck his tongue out at her. "And for that, I'm headed back down and not going to hang with you." Two could play that game. "Let you be aaaalllll alone."
She stopped stuffing her face at that. "But then I'm just a fat kid eating cake. You should eat too, and maybe then I'll come with you back to the party. Is everyone there?"
"Everyone who didn't go to the city for stuff," Matt agreed, "I think Clint went to his dad's and Gabriel is working in the city tonight, his club is having a thing," he had considered going for a minute, but realistically, it was a terrible idea. Staying in here was much better even if the candy was sometimes animated. "And you're not fat," he did obligingly take a cookie though.
"I could just have a skinny voice," she teased, reaching for her punch. "Who is Gabriel again?". It was hard to remember everyone, especially when she'd only met some people via their journals. "I don't think I've met him."
Matt shook his head, "That I actually can see with my powers. Sonar gives me an idea of shape using sound," it wasn't always the most detailed, but it served him well. "I dunno, he's pretty new, too. Works at a gay bar in the city."
"Oh, that's cool! I really should be more social, but it's nice hermiting sometimes.". A pause. "And that sonar thing is cool too. This may sound super rude, so I apologize in advance, but with your powers, you can do so much. Is it really that different now from when you could see? Other than the actual sight thing," she added.
"It's different," he assured her, "When my powers manifested, I had no idea how to understand all the stuff coming in and I had major sensory overload. I still do sometimes, my room is soundproofed and whatnot so I can relax and calm down when that happens," his mind also came up as static or whitenoise to telepaths because there was so much information being constantly processed. "But I've got control now and can use it pretty well. But it's....I can see all around me, 360 degrees. I can see through things depending on the materials, how loud the sound is, stuff like that. No colour, almost no detail. So while I know you're not very big, I can't tell you the colour of your hair or if it's in a pony tail or loose or whatever. I can't see photographs or computer screens and use braille or text readers for them. So it's all give and take."
"Mutations are truly amazing things," Rogue added after a thought. "So even though you don't have sight per se, you actually have it better than most of us. I have my sight and yet I don't know if I really ever see anything. All I have is what's in front of me to go on." she grinned. "And I still trip over my own feet."
"Yeah," Matt agreed. "It's a give and take. I can see more of some things, less of others. Given how touch screen and computer oriented we are, I'm still blind. I use the ADA functions and settings, apps developed for the visually impaired. I've got one that tells me colours so I don't do something funky," he used that a lot. "It's just not the limitation people generally assume."
"You really are an interesting person, ya know that?" She hopped off the bed and closed her eyes. "Even though I jus' saw the room, I have no clue where anything is.". She opened them and smiled. "But I bet you're jus' sick of talkin' bout it. Tell me something about yourself. Something you'd rather be known for."
"It's different for people so....you gotta educate them, you know? Kinda like being a mutant," Matt replied, not bothered by it, "But...I guess I'd rather be known as a nerd who was the first to graduate high school in his family. And go to college. Or someone fearless when it comes to heights and acrobats and stuff. The first is probably more important," but the second was fun. "What about you then? Tell me something, too."
"Oh, I'm hardly interesting," she brushed him off. "I'd rather talk about you. I don't think you're a nerd at all for prioritizin' your education. Is that what your family thinks?"
Matt made a face, "Nu-uh," he disagreed, "You gotta tell me something. Or I won't answer any more of your questions. So I'll make it easy. Favourite band?"
With a mock sigh, she grabbed a snack of the tray and answered, "The Rolling Stones. I kinda love old music, and they just rock it. Now answer my question."
"No family. It was just me and my dad, then he died," Matt explained, "He dropped out of high school and he was determined that I'd go to college. So....I'm in college. Favourite Rolling Stones song?"
"Sympathy for the Devil," she replied automatically. "I can't think of a single thing wrong with it. The lyrics, the singing....Gimme Shelter is definitely a close second." She made a face. "Can't stand some of their newer stuff. The sixties was their era."
"How about you? Since we both know Ace of Base isn't your fave."
Appropriate. "Are they still making new music?" Matt thought they were still cashing in from the 60's and there wasn't anything wing with that. "I'm more of an alternative rock guy. I like bands like Shinedown, Saliva, Matchbox 20, stuff like that."
"Mmmm...they released an album in the late 90s. It was ok. More poppy than anything else. And the only band I recognize from that bunch is Matchbox 20. It's official: I'm old.". She grinned, and stretched. "You don't have any other Hallowe'en plans?"
"Like trick or treating?" Matt teased. "And you're what? 28?" It was a total guess on his part.
"You look young enough," she teased back. "And yah, close enough. 29. Be 30 next year. I'm old enough to be your older sister."
"How many kids are 6'2"?" He stretched to prove his point. He wasn't short. "But no, no other plans. I'm not into crowds much and I'm not into the beer and stuff."
"You could pretend to be on stilts. Or dress up as Abraham Lincoln." She wasn't losing this point.
Matt stuck his tongue out at her again. "Whatever. You're one to talk, Ms. Anti-social."
"We are all entitled to our off days," she explained. "And I let you in, didn't I? I could've turned you away, and I didn't. That's gotta count for something, right?"
Mmhmm, whatever she wanted to think. "You wanna do something stupid?"
"Is it stupid because I'm the responsible adult,or Johnny Knoxville stupid?"
"It's stupid because it's Halloween and we know better," it was fun though! "We should go to a haunted house. I'm sure there's one in town."
She shook her head quickly. "Real life is scary enough, why would you wanna do that to yourself?"
"Because, it's fake scary," Matt explained, "We know it's fake, which is why it's awesome. But we can do something else instead. Like...I dunno." He was out of ideas.
She laughed. He looked disappointed, but she couldn't help it -- she really hated being scared. "Aw sugar, well go back to the party then. I'm honestly happy here with my snacks, and my movies. I promise though, we can do something fun that doesn't involve haunted houses. I can take you flying sometime," she added as an afterthought.
"Fine then," Matt huffed, "You suck. But I'm going to hold you to flying." That was fun!
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