log: Matt and Julian

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Late night coffee hunting leads to an invitation.



Wandering into the kitchen to get coffee, Matt didn't pay any attention to the man at the table. He wasn't interested in disturbing whatever he was doing, he just needed a refill so he could go back to what he needed to do. "Empty," he stated, making a face at the coffee pot.

Turning to the guy at the table Matt asked, "Do you know where there's more coffee?"

Julian had been staring at Matt since he entered the room- he had heard that he'd grown, but he looked to be of an age with Julian himself! "Uh..." he tried to shake the de'javu, "Yeah, it's in that cupboard over there." He realized Matt couldn't see him pointing- or maybe he could, it wasn't entirely clear. "Here, let me help."

Matt could see where the guy was pointing, but that didn't help if things weren't labeled for him. "Thanks," he said. "I'm Matt," he added, thinking he should get a label maker for things if he was going to be here regularly.

"Julian," he headed to the cupboard and dug through the various containers until he found one containing pre-ground coffee. "I hope dark roast is alright," he checked again, "it looks like that's all we have right now." He made a mental note to get a grinder and order some sacks of beans. "You're new around here then?"

"It's fine," Matt assured him. He didn't really like coffee, but had learned to drink it over the years, especially in law school. With enough cream and sugar, it was palatable. "And yeah. I work in the city and come here on the weekends. Sadly, I can't telecommute all the time," which had its ups and downs like anything else. "You've been here a while?"

"Yeah," Julian poured the grounds into the maker and started it up- he missed the artificially intelligent coffee maker they used to have. "I've been here since I was in high school," Julian realized his error, "No, wait...it just feels like it." He chuckled nervously, "I am the new mentor for Generation X...you know about Generation X, right?"

"I....heard something, yes," Matt nodded as the percolator began, "I toured here with Miles. I think he's in it. For the teens, right?"

"Teens and people who want to work on powers training without any commitments," he shrugged and leaned on the counter. "We've got a couple people in their 20's right now who are just trying to get a handle on things."

"Really?" now that sounded interesting, "You have required classes or anything like that? It could be useful for me, too, but I'm not here all the time," or even most of the time. But Matt liked the idea of learning more about his powers without having to hide them at the same time.

"Powers training is a must," Julian replied, starting to rummage through cupboards for mugs- coffee sounded good all of a sudden. "There's a curriculum of electives that you have to pick a couple from- but that's more for the kids. I'm betting there's something in the schedule that would fit for you."

It really was. That he had control was initially more error than trial, but once he had gotten it, he had just built on that. New things could be good. "I think it could be good if I join for a while, see what happens? I've got some training, but it's mostly self-taught."

"I'll grab the paperwork and help you fill it out- I should be back before the coffee finishes brewing," Julian smiled heading toward the arched doorway. "Welcome to Generation X, Matt."