Jamie and Jane in her room, Sunday night
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xp_logsJamie comes to visit Jane, offering cookies and friendship.
Jamie knocked on the door to Jane's room, reasonably sure she was in there since he hadn't seen her anywhere else.
Everyone here was nice, but Jane was glad to hide in her room for a bit. All these new people could be exhausting. Still, she didn't mind when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," she yelled.
Jamie stuck his head in, grinned, and followed with the rest of him. "Hey. Just thought I'd see how you were doing--s' kinda overwhelming the first few days, and there weren't nearly this many people when I got here." He held up a brown paper bag. "I brought cookies. You like chocolate chip?"
Jane grinned at him. "YES!" She practically pounced on him to retrieve the cookies. The kitchen had been hiding from her again earlier today, so she was hungry. "I'm, mmm cookies. Um, yeah. Thank you!"
Jamie flopped down in a chair with a cookie of his own, grinning. "We always have cookies. I make sure. Cookies are important."
"Yes! And there are so many kinds -- I never knew!" Jane examined her cookie carefully before sticking it into her mouth whole. She chewed thoughtfully. There was a lot of stuff here, and so much variety. It was kind of overwhelming, but in a good way. "Did you make these?"
"Yeah, this morning. We were running low, and chocolate chip is my favorite."
Jane hummed at him appreciatively around her cookie. "Cookies are good. Jamie made cookies. Therefore, Jamie is good." She laughed and smiled at him. "I was reading about logic earlier."
"Logic is good. Especially cookie logic. I should ask Lorna if there's any cookie philosophers . . . oh, hey, you're starting class tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. I'm going to take Computer Science, Physics, European Literature," she scrunched her face up at that one -- she was only taking it because Professor Xavier said that she should be well-rounded, whatever that meant, "Dance, Art, and Math. That's a lot. I hope I do okay." She was kinda worried. She'd never taken classes before, to her knowledge, and she didn't really know how they worked. Observing was different than being in them. But she would be able to get help from her new friends and roommates, probably.
"Cool. I'm in physics, lit, and possibly math, depending on which math. And I was thinking about comp sci, but I figured one class because Kitty is in it was enough. I'm sure you'll do fine, the teachers are all really nice."
Jane nodded. "Yeah, the teachers are nice." She hesitated. "Do you think I'm strange?" she blurted out and then blushed. "It's just that, I... I'm older than some of the teachers, but I don't remember being old and I know that I come across as, well, odd. And, um. Yeah." She looked down and away from him, worriedly twisting her identity bracelet around her wrist. Jane didn't know why she'd said that. She didn't want him to think she was a weirdo for asking, but she needed to know and he just happened to be the one she'd asked because he was there.
Jamie thought about this, then grinned again. "Remember you're talking to the guy who does all his homework simultaneously. We have kinda different standards of strange around here. And you're nice. I don't think you're any weirder than anybody else."
That felt good. At the asylum, she had been weirder than everyone else, even the really really crazy ones, and she had had to be a little bit crazy herself just to fit in. Here, it felt like she could be herself, have her own brand of craziness without having to make light of her powers. It was just so freeing to be able to turn into a cloud whenever she wanted and not scare anyone. "I'm glad," she said, smiling at him.
"Me too. It's nice not to have to hide, and having so many people around who you know they'll think what you can do is cool. I got real sick of hiding."
"At the institution, everyone knew what I was, so I wasn't really hiding, but I still didn't get to be, well, ME, or figure out who "me" is, anyway, so maybe I was hiding. I dunno. But here I can be the me I want to be and I'm still like other people, even if I'm me. Um, did that make sense?"
"I think so. You're not alone. And nobody's trying to make you be anybody but yourself. And you have friends. It's a good place for that."
Friends. Yes, she liked that. "Are you my friend now?"
"'Course I am. " He grinned. "Like I said, you're nice."
She leaned over and hugged him. "My new friend, Jamie the Cookie Man. But we are out of cookies now," Jane discreetly brushed some crumbs off her hands, "so you will just have to make more, right, oh wonderous friend-o-mine?" She fluttered her eyes at him ingenuously.
"Yep. Can't have a cookie shortage. There's more in the kitchen, though, if the ravening horde haven't found 'em yet. Wanna go see?"
"Yup. Lead the way!"
Jamie knocked on the door to Jane's room, reasonably sure she was in there since he hadn't seen her anywhere else.
Everyone here was nice, but Jane was glad to hide in her room for a bit. All these new people could be exhausting. Still, she didn't mind when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," she yelled.
Jamie stuck his head in, grinned, and followed with the rest of him. "Hey. Just thought I'd see how you were doing--s' kinda overwhelming the first few days, and there weren't nearly this many people when I got here." He held up a brown paper bag. "I brought cookies. You like chocolate chip?"
Jane grinned at him. "YES!" She practically pounced on him to retrieve the cookies. The kitchen had been hiding from her again earlier today, so she was hungry. "I'm, mmm cookies. Um, yeah. Thank you!"
Jamie flopped down in a chair with a cookie of his own, grinning. "We always have cookies. I make sure. Cookies are important."
"Yes! And there are so many kinds -- I never knew!" Jane examined her cookie carefully before sticking it into her mouth whole. She chewed thoughtfully. There was a lot of stuff here, and so much variety. It was kind of overwhelming, but in a good way. "Did you make these?"
"Yeah, this morning. We were running low, and chocolate chip is my favorite."
Jane hummed at him appreciatively around her cookie. "Cookies are good. Jamie made cookies. Therefore, Jamie is good." She laughed and smiled at him. "I was reading about logic earlier."
"Logic is good. Especially cookie logic. I should ask Lorna if there's any cookie philosophers . . . oh, hey, you're starting class tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah. I'm going to take Computer Science, Physics, European Literature," she scrunched her face up at that one -- she was only taking it because Professor Xavier said that she should be well-rounded, whatever that meant, "Dance, Art, and Math. That's a lot. I hope I do okay." She was kinda worried. She'd never taken classes before, to her knowledge, and she didn't really know how they worked. Observing was different than being in them. But she would be able to get help from her new friends and roommates, probably.
"Cool. I'm in physics, lit, and possibly math, depending on which math. And I was thinking about comp sci, but I figured one class because Kitty is in it was enough. I'm sure you'll do fine, the teachers are all really nice."
Jane nodded. "Yeah, the teachers are nice." She hesitated. "Do you think I'm strange?" she blurted out and then blushed. "It's just that, I... I'm older than some of the teachers, but I don't remember being old and I know that I come across as, well, odd. And, um. Yeah." She looked down and away from him, worriedly twisting her identity bracelet around her wrist. Jane didn't know why she'd said that. She didn't want him to think she was a weirdo for asking, but she needed to know and he just happened to be the one she'd asked because he was there.
Jamie thought about this, then grinned again. "Remember you're talking to the guy who does all his homework simultaneously. We have kinda different standards of strange around here. And you're nice. I don't think you're any weirder than anybody else."
That felt good. At the asylum, she had been weirder than everyone else, even the really really crazy ones, and she had had to be a little bit crazy herself just to fit in. Here, it felt like she could be herself, have her own brand of craziness without having to make light of her powers. It was just so freeing to be able to turn into a cloud whenever she wanted and not scare anyone. "I'm glad," she said, smiling at him.
"Me too. It's nice not to have to hide, and having so many people around who you know they'll think what you can do is cool. I got real sick of hiding."
"At the institution, everyone knew what I was, so I wasn't really hiding, but I still didn't get to be, well, ME, or figure out who "me" is, anyway, so maybe I was hiding. I dunno. But here I can be the me I want to be and I'm still like other people, even if I'm me. Um, did that make sense?"
"I think so. You're not alone. And nobody's trying to make you be anybody but yourself. And you have friends. It's a good place for that."
Friends. Yes, she liked that. "Are you my friend now?"
"'Course I am. " He grinned. "Like I said, you're nice."
She leaned over and hugged him. "My new friend, Jamie the Cookie Man. But we are out of cookies now," Jane discreetly brushed some crumbs off her hands, "so you will just have to make more, right, oh wonderous friend-o-mine?" She fluttered her eyes at him ingenuously.
"Yep. Can't have a cookie shortage. There's more in the kitchen, though, if the ravening horde haven't found 'em yet. Wanna go see?"
"Yup. Lead the way!"
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