Log: Matt, Tandy (and an appearance by Wade)

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A wet and waterlogged Matt arrives at the mansion for the weekend in time to meet Tandy and Wade. Sort of.



The rain could stop any time now. Any time. Really. Matt was sick of it. Heading down the Xavier driveway with his duffel and backpack, his raincoat didn't seem to be doing much towards keeping the rain away at this point. It had worked, earlier. It was overpowered. Thank goodness for waterproof backpacks and things. He might be getting a shower in his clothes, but his electronics were protected.

Entering the side door, Matt dumped his things by the door and then tossed his umbrella, raincoat and rubber overshoes outside to be retrieved later so he didn't drip everywhere. His pants and socks might be soaked around his ankles, but his shoes were protected. Overshoes were old fashioned and outdated for a lot of people, but he found them to be lifesavers on more than one occasion, especially living in New York without a car and he had owned at least one set since college.

That was better. Matt preferred to not feel quite so duck-like.

"Need a hand?" Tandy had been walking by when she saw the man enter. He looked like Matt, only older. From the way that this man looked one would say it was raining cats and dogs.

"I think I've got it now..." Matt hefted his backpack onto one shoulder and then picked up his duffel bag, "Much easier now that I'm not trying to juggle an umbrella and everything else," he chuckled. "My rain stuff's okay out there for a few minutes, right? At least until I can get dry and stop dripping everywhere?" he hated being wet like this, it wasn't quite wet, it wasn't quite dry. It was just damp and unpleasant.

"Want some hot tea? Coffee? Or hot chocolate?" Tandy offered. "It would warm you up."

"Any of the above," Matt agreed, appreciating the offer. He wasn't fond of coffee, but drank it plenty regardless for the caffeine and warmth, especially in winter. Law school had that affect on people. "Thanks." At least he knew where the kitchen was. "I'm Matt. I don't think I've met you though."

"Hot chocolate it is." She smirked as she started to lead the way to the kitchen. It hurt just a bit to see her best male friend all grown up. It was Matt but it wasn't Matt - or was it? "No. I just came back. I am Tandy."

"Good to meet you then, Tandy," Matt replied, fishing the plastic label maker from his duffel bag and setting it on the counter. Clint was going to help label things soon. "Awful weather, don't go out in it. Not quite cold, just rainy and miserable."

She entered the kitchen, "I won't." Tandy quickly looked out the window from the kitchen, she had been in worse but she did enjoy not being out in it. "How do you like your hot chocolate mad Matt? With hot water or milk?"

"Milk," he replied, "I brought a label maker so my brother's going to label the kitchen this week," well, he would help, but mostly by keeping Clint company while doing so. "Then I'll be able to make my own hot chocolate. I appreciate this, though."

"Braille maker?" She took out the milk and started to grab cups. "No worries. I have no problem with making hot chocolate. Who is your brother?"

"Nah, it just makes these raised labels in regular letters. Still better than guessing though," his uncles had always kept things labeled for his convenience and still did even though he was no longer living at home, "His name's Clint. I doubt you know him, he works up in Alaska, but he's in town visiting for a while."

Tandy almost knocked over the glass when he said Clint's name but recovered quickly. "Must be nice to have family in town." She smiled as she went back to preparing the hot chocolate. Odin, it was hard to talk to people she once knew.

"You okay?" Matt asked, reaching to stop her from spilling. "Yeah, well, I grew up here. New York City, I mean. Not Westchester," Westchester was NOT the city. "What about you? Where're you from?"

"Yea. I am fine." She smirked at his quick reflects. "I can kind of tell from your accent. I am from Ohio. I came out here to New York when I was sixteen and lived here for about three years now. I was in Asgard for awhile, so it has thrown my off schedule."

Heh. Yeah. He did sound like he was from New York, but it was better than it was. He couldn't quite help it though, "Asgard? I've heard someone mention that, I think. Where is it?" He had never heard of it.

"Um. It is kind of hard to explain. It is very far away, very. I want to say it is in a different dimension. Have you heard about the Norse gods?"

Other dimensions? Really? "Zeus and Odin, yeah," he'd read about them in school variously like most other kids.He didn't want to add that most of what he knew came from Neil Gaiman's American Gods book. That wouldn't look so great for him.

"Zeus is more Greek Mythology. I wonder if he is real too." She thought for a moment and shook her head. "Anyways, I'm back in New York and I kind of like it."

Oh. Oops. "So you're telling me that you've been in Asgard, home of the Greek Gods?" that sounded....well, crazy. And he was a lawyer, that required him to believe 7 impossible things before breakfast!

"Close enough." Tandy laughed as she put the cup with milk into the microwave. "Lets say two months ago I was 18 years old and now I am 22 years old."

"That sounds painful," those were some hard growing ages in terms of growing up. "You missed a lot."

"You know. I thought I did, missed out on a lot." She paused for a moment to take out the cup of milk after the microwave beeped. "But it turns out I didn't. I was gone for two months here. Everyone thought I was dead but it was like a second chance. Granted I won't get back those years I spent in Asgard back but I don't think I would trade them back anyways. It was a good learning and growing experience."

"I meant...." well, what did he mean? Matt paused, thinking about it, "I mean, those are the years people find themselves. College. Dating. Bad decisions. Life choices. Or at least mine were. And even if you experienced them somewhere else, it's not quite the same. If you went to college now, you'd be 22 and it wouldn't be what an 18 year old experiences," which wasn't bad, but it did change things a lot.

"Ah yes. College. I was accepted in NYU in the lingustics department. I think classes just started." She smirked. "I already made plenty of bad decisions and life choices came with the perks when I came here."

"You going to go?" he asked, curious, "I went to Pace for undergrad, but I applied to NYU. I liked the smaller classes at Pace," they were both good schools. He'd gone to Columbia for law school. Matt was a New York boy, it was in his bones.

"Pace? The private university? So what kind of laws do you focus on?" She asked, guessing his profession. He also dressed smart so he had to do something that involved being very professional. "I might. I know someone who is going to give me some extra lessons in lingustics, He is sort of a guru of languages. I know a few myself but none of them are Earth Based."

Just humour the slightly crazy lady while she made the hot chocolate. She was at least nice and recently washed. That helped when dealing with crazy. "Yeah. I didn't say I was a lawyer," Matt pointed out, amused. Was it that obvious? "I went to Columbia for law school though. You read my mind or something?"

"No. When I think of Pace University. I think of their Pace University School of Law. I just assumed. I was guessing. I guess I am a pretty good guesser. And no I can't read minds, I can make light daggers. Completely opposite of reading minds." Tandy said to him.

"Light daggers? Interesting," did that mean they were solid or intangible. Interesting, regardless. "I want to do criminal defense, but I'm a junior lawyer for Worthington Industries. Gotta get experience and all that. How do light daggers work?"

Tandy raised an eyebrow, "Worthington Industries? Isn't that corporate law? Can I ask you something, how corrupt are some of those large corporations. I won't say anything." She smirked and took a sip of her hot chocolate. "They form from my finger tips, five of them. 8 inches in length and they glow very brightly. I have heard if you get hit by one it is like being stabbed by a real dagger. Before I could only put people in coma's, I put three thugs, my friend, and Nathan." She refused to call that man dad. "Now I can stun people, so they are still awake when I am done with them."

"Yeah," Matt nodded, sipping his hot chocolate gingerly. "It is. And...as far down on the totem pole as me, I know nothing. My best friend and I want to start our own firm. We just need....start up capital. So, I'm saving what I can," and Worthington Industries paid reasonably well. "Well. I can't see the light, but please don't stab me with a dagger."

Wade walked into the kitchen, a bag of groceries in hand, mostly meat so he could restock since he'd eaten almost all the steaks the other night, only to glance up and freeze in his tracks. Several thoughts went through his mind all at once, the loudest being that he needed to get out of the room because Matt could hear heartbeats and detect increased breathing rates, all signs of major distress. That would lead to questions and Wade as a good liar and this Matt didn't have a baseline on him so far as truth went, but what were the chances that Wade could get out of a conversation with this Matt without destroying the world?

So he blinked, turned around, and walked right back out of the kitchen, his grocery bag full of meat still in hand.

Matt turned at the new person, then stood there as he turned around and fled. That was probably the strangest thing to happen yet. "What was that?" he asked. The guy was obviously distressed, but he had no idea why.

"I am not sure." Tandy said honestly. It seemed that Wade had seen a ghost or one of them was the ghost. Which one was it? "How is your hot chocolate? Feeling warmer?"

"Yeah, thanks. This is excellent. If the whole alien thing doesn't work out for you, you could be a barista?" baristas were expected to be a little crazy anyways. "I should head up and unpack my stuff. And bring the wet stuff in from outside."

"You are most welcome." She blinked and then laughed, "I won't be working in a coffee shop any time soon. People pre-coffee can be kind of scary." She took another sip of her drink. "Well I suppose I will be running into you around the manor. It was nice to meet you Matt."