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xp_logsRoxy was lying on her bed listening to Queen's 'Live at Wembley '86' album, fingers tapping out the beat to A Kind of Magic. She was supposed to be working on her meditation, but the quiet had been weirding her out so she'd had to put music on. But now she was just listening to the music rather than working on her meditation. Oops.
Just as she was contemplating trying the whole 'empty your mind' thing again, the door to the suite opened. Suitcases started coming in, being pushed into the room by a figure Roxy couldn't see from her position.
Welcoming the distraction, Roxy jumped off the bed and went to see what was going on. "Can I give you a hand or something?" she called out as she padded over to the doorway in her sock feet.
Monet stepped into the room. She hadn't yet changed out of her brightly colored top and sinfully tight jeans. Grandfather was hardly the man to wait for her to change into something more appropriate for the seasons of the East Coast, but she'd have plenty of time to change as soon as she unpacked her deliciously large amount of clothing.
"No, thank you, I believe I have it." She called back, heels clacking as she stepped into the room. She looked around, a slight frown coming to her face. It was far smaller than her room back at home, not that she was surprised, but she was even less impressed with the fact that she was expected to have a roommate. Oh well, she could hardly complain. Perhaps the other girl wouldn't be entirely plebeian. She stepped around her suitcase mountain, and found herself face to face with a girl who appeared to be a bit younger than Monet herself was. She had flawless skin, and Monet found herself liking the looks of her already. Not that she'd admit it. Ever. "Hello. My name is Monet St. Croix. It seems that we are to be roommates. I must say, people best watch out for the pair of us. Our combined beauty may knock them dead." Monet stated, holding out her cocoa colored hand to the other girl.
Roxy laughed brightly as she took Monet's hand and shook it. "Yeah, I don't know how they're gonna handle this much fierceness in one room," she grinned. "I'm Roxy." She looked down at the luggage because she didn't want to stare at her new roommate, who was really hot. The accent was awesome. "Ooo, the new Burberry?" she asked, gesturing to one of Monet's bags. Roxy wasn't super into clothes or fashion- not enough to collect clothes or accessories herself- but she could hold her own in a conversation on the topic. Sooo jealous. Sure I can't help?"
"Lovely to meet your acquaintance, Roxy." Monet stated with her usual refined tone. Her eyes flitted to the bag. "Yes, it is quite lovely, isn't it? I don't know how you feel about second hand things, but you could have if you like. My twin sisters decided to get me the same gift, it seems. I've never used it, if that helps." Monet offered with a casual shrug. "And no, I think I have it. But perhaps you and I could have some tea while I unpack. I've brought only the best from back home." She offered.
"I can make tea," Roxy nodded, going into the kitchenette and filling the electric kettle with water. "And thanks for the offer for the bag, but that's okay." She returned to the living area. "Knowing me I'd just write all over it and ruin it," she said with a wry smirk, gesturing to the clothes she was wearing and several of her personal items in the room, all of which had random scribbled phrases on the seams or hems or along the edges. "What's it like to have twin sisters? I just have a brother."
"Thank you, I appreciate that. I kept the tea in my purse." She answered, quickly fishing out the bag of leaves as she did so. "As for my sisters, Nicole and Claudette are the world's most precious treasure. I was always father's favorite, of course, but I always made sure to shower them with attention." Monet explained, moving to sit on a nearby chair. "I'd give up all 300 pairs of shoes that I own for them." She finished with a shrug. "So what brings you to Professor Xavier's home, Roxy. I hope that, unlike me, you're here of your own free will." She asked.
"Kind of?" Roxy answered, though she sounded unsure of herself. "No one tied me up to get me to come here," she explained, "but I had nowhere else to go. My... coming out was all over the internet. I couldn't go to my school anymore, I couldn't busk or cheer. People would scream things, throw things sometimes. They were camped out outside my house. I had to go into hiding. Leave everything. I have a new name now. I can't leave here without one of those image inducer things making me look different. It kinda sucks," she admitted, making a face. "What happened to you to bring you here?"
Monet frowned at Roxy's tale. Her emotions were a thick and, to someone with Monet's sensibilities, a tangible cloud around her. It made the young Australian a bit uncomfortable, but she pushed on.
"I find myself unable to empathize with many things, Roxy. It's simply a part of who I am." Monet admitted. "However...I cannot imagine not being able to be yourself. As cliche as it might sound, your identity is all you truly have. I...feel for you." She choked out, face making a bit of a pained grimace in the process. After a few moments, the cool and collected mask was back, and she leaned back in her chair. "As for me, my father sent me here. He believes that my behavior has become too unruly and that I must learn to channel that behavior into something constructive. And, I suppose, he wishes for me to be in a place that is safe for mutants. I am not...out, as you say, but I do not necessarily hide my powers either. I believe that my father, for all his power, is simply scared for his little girl. I hope that your parents have a similar attitude. That is, a caring one." She answered.
"Uhh... yeah, they do," Roxy answered, smiling a little. It was still strange to her that people here not know who her parents were. "My parents are cool. They didn't want me to leave home, but they wanted to know I was somewhere safe." The kettle was boiling and Roxy went to fill two mugs. "So... wanna tell me what kind of unruly stuff you were doing? Or are you more of a 'forget it and move on' kinda person?" She couldn't tell whether Monet was proud of her behaviour or contrite about it.
"Partying here and there. Speaking out against my teachers. An occasional incident involving my powers, not that anyone knew, that sort of thing." She answered, taking a sip of the tea that Roxy had handed her. "Well, no one except my father, of course. Mutants run on both sides of my family, I'm told, so my father wasnt too surprised to find out I was one." She explained.
Roxy sipped some tea herself. "What are your powers, if you don't mind my asking?" she inquired.
"I'm perfect." Monet stated with a slight smile. "Im superhumany strong for a woman of my height and build, and I possess accompanying invulnerability as well. I can fly, and Im able to read minds and the like." She answered. "You?" She asked.
It took Roxy several moments to respond. She wasn't caught speechless by much, but the list of Monet's abilities stunned her momentarily. "Wow." Invulnerability, flight, and telepathy? Some people had all the luck. "Uhh... I... my body makes diamonds, so I can chuck little diamond shards at people or cover my hands in them, like a shield," she answered finally. "I can't believe you read minds. Are you reading my mind right now?" she asked, trying to keep her thoughts to Queen song lyrics and making sure she wasn't thinking about how hot it was that her new roommate could fly and read minds and was invulnerable and super strong.
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend, Roxy." Monet replied with a grin and a wink. "And no, I'm doing my very best not to. Relax, your attempts to keep me out just make your thoughts louder. It's deafening. Flattering, but deafening." Monet finished as her grin briefly turned to a wince of pain.
"I wonder if there's some trick I can learn to not be as loud, or like a helmet or something I can wear," Roxy mused thoughtfully. It might be kind of weird to have a roommate who could read her mind, now that she really thought about it. "How long have you been able to do that?" Now that she was thinking of trying not to make her thoughts loud, that seemed to be all she could think about, which might be making her mental volume worse.
"Just don't think about it too much. It makes it more obvious. I'll do my best to keep my shields tight." Monet answered."And I've been able to read minds ever since I was thirteen. That's when I manifested. That's when I knew I was destined for perfection." Monet finished with a grin.
"I'll try," Roxy nodded, biting her lip in a determined fashion. "Wow, thirteen? So how'd you learn how to shield and stuff? Did you go to another mutant school before this?"
"No, I don't believe there is such a thing back home. I simply did my best with what I was given. I've had to hold myself poised all my life, and I was not going to let my mental abilities disrupt all of the work I have put into that for the last sixteen years of my life. My physical powers were easier to control, so it took some time, but I believe that I have managed quite well for being self taught." Monet answered.
"That's really cool," Roxy answered with a grin. "I dunno if I could do that. I had to come here so soon after my powers started happening I didn't get a chance to see if I could figure all this out on my own. Sometimes I wonder if I could do it by myself. Like, I wanna think I could, cuz I know from dancing or whatever that I hate not being able to figure stuff out and don't like to stop until I get it. But sometimes I'm glad I don't have to figure it out alone, you know?"
"Of course. Going it alone isn't for everyone, I suppose. My parents and sisters were instrumental in supporting me. I probably could have made it without them, but then, it wouldn't have been as glamorous a life as I would've liked. I'd be more than...happy to lend you my time, Roxy, if you require it. I can tell already that being around you is going to be far more bearable than most of the other people around here." She replied.
"Well, thanks for that," Roxy grinned. "I'm glad I got such a cool roommate. You want me to help you unpack?"
"You can help me the most by staying and chatting. You know, so that I don't fall asleep during the actual unpacking. Even my shoes alone will take an hour." Monet replied with wink.
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Just as she was contemplating trying the whole 'empty your mind' thing again, the door to the suite opened. Suitcases started coming in, being pushed into the room by a figure Roxy couldn't see from her position.
Welcoming the distraction, Roxy jumped off the bed and went to see what was going on. "Can I give you a hand or something?" she called out as she padded over to the doorway in her sock feet.
Monet stepped into the room. She hadn't yet changed out of her brightly colored top and sinfully tight jeans. Grandfather was hardly the man to wait for her to change into something more appropriate for the seasons of the East Coast, but she'd have plenty of time to change as soon as she unpacked her deliciously large amount of clothing.
"No, thank you, I believe I have it." She called back, heels clacking as she stepped into the room. She looked around, a slight frown coming to her face. It was far smaller than her room back at home, not that she was surprised, but she was even less impressed with the fact that she was expected to have a roommate. Oh well, she could hardly complain. Perhaps the other girl wouldn't be entirely plebeian. She stepped around her suitcase mountain, and found herself face to face with a girl who appeared to be a bit younger than Monet herself was. She had flawless skin, and Monet found herself liking the looks of her already. Not that she'd admit it. Ever. "Hello. My name is Monet St. Croix. It seems that we are to be roommates. I must say, people best watch out for the pair of us. Our combined beauty may knock them dead." Monet stated, holding out her cocoa colored hand to the other girl.
Roxy laughed brightly as she took Monet's hand and shook it. "Yeah, I don't know how they're gonna handle this much fierceness in one room," she grinned. "I'm Roxy." She looked down at the luggage because she didn't want to stare at her new roommate, who was really hot. The accent was awesome. "Ooo, the new Burberry?" she asked, gesturing to one of Monet's bags. Roxy wasn't super into clothes or fashion- not enough to collect clothes or accessories herself- but she could hold her own in a conversation on the topic. Sooo jealous. Sure I can't help?"
"Lovely to meet your acquaintance, Roxy." Monet stated with her usual refined tone. Her eyes flitted to the bag. "Yes, it is quite lovely, isn't it? I don't know how you feel about second hand things, but you could have if you like. My twin sisters decided to get me the same gift, it seems. I've never used it, if that helps." Monet offered with a casual shrug. "And no, I think I have it. But perhaps you and I could have some tea while I unpack. I've brought only the best from back home." She offered.
"I can make tea," Roxy nodded, going into the kitchenette and filling the electric kettle with water. "And thanks for the offer for the bag, but that's okay." She returned to the living area. "Knowing me I'd just write all over it and ruin it," she said with a wry smirk, gesturing to the clothes she was wearing and several of her personal items in the room, all of which had random scribbled phrases on the seams or hems or along the edges. "What's it like to have twin sisters? I just have a brother."
"Thank you, I appreciate that. I kept the tea in my purse." She answered, quickly fishing out the bag of leaves as she did so. "As for my sisters, Nicole and Claudette are the world's most precious treasure. I was always father's favorite, of course, but I always made sure to shower them with attention." Monet explained, moving to sit on a nearby chair. "I'd give up all 300 pairs of shoes that I own for them." She finished with a shrug. "So what brings you to Professor Xavier's home, Roxy. I hope that, unlike me, you're here of your own free will." She asked.
"Kind of?" Roxy answered, though she sounded unsure of herself. "No one tied me up to get me to come here," she explained, "but I had nowhere else to go. My... coming out was all over the internet. I couldn't go to my school anymore, I couldn't busk or cheer. People would scream things, throw things sometimes. They were camped out outside my house. I had to go into hiding. Leave everything. I have a new name now. I can't leave here without one of those image inducer things making me look different. It kinda sucks," she admitted, making a face. "What happened to you to bring you here?"
Monet frowned at Roxy's tale. Her emotions were a thick and, to someone with Monet's sensibilities, a tangible cloud around her. It made the young Australian a bit uncomfortable, but she pushed on.
"I find myself unable to empathize with many things, Roxy. It's simply a part of who I am." Monet admitted. "However...I cannot imagine not being able to be yourself. As cliche as it might sound, your identity is all you truly have. I...feel for you." She choked out, face making a bit of a pained grimace in the process. After a few moments, the cool and collected mask was back, and she leaned back in her chair. "As for me, my father sent me here. He believes that my behavior has become too unruly and that I must learn to channel that behavior into something constructive. And, I suppose, he wishes for me to be in a place that is safe for mutants. I am not...out, as you say, but I do not necessarily hide my powers either. I believe that my father, for all his power, is simply scared for his little girl. I hope that your parents have a similar attitude. That is, a caring one." She answered.
"Uhh... yeah, they do," Roxy answered, smiling a little. It was still strange to her that people here not know who her parents were. "My parents are cool. They didn't want me to leave home, but they wanted to know I was somewhere safe." The kettle was boiling and Roxy went to fill two mugs. "So... wanna tell me what kind of unruly stuff you were doing? Or are you more of a 'forget it and move on' kinda person?" She couldn't tell whether Monet was proud of her behaviour or contrite about it.
"Partying here and there. Speaking out against my teachers. An occasional incident involving my powers, not that anyone knew, that sort of thing." She answered, taking a sip of the tea that Roxy had handed her. "Well, no one except my father, of course. Mutants run on both sides of my family, I'm told, so my father wasnt too surprised to find out I was one." She explained.
Roxy sipped some tea herself. "What are your powers, if you don't mind my asking?" she inquired.
"I'm perfect." Monet stated with a slight smile. "Im superhumany strong for a woman of my height and build, and I possess accompanying invulnerability as well. I can fly, and Im able to read minds and the like." She answered. "You?" She asked.
It took Roxy several moments to respond. She wasn't caught speechless by much, but the list of Monet's abilities stunned her momentarily. "Wow." Invulnerability, flight, and telepathy? Some people had all the luck. "Uhh... I... my body makes diamonds, so I can chuck little diamond shards at people or cover my hands in them, like a shield," she answered finally. "I can't believe you read minds. Are you reading my mind right now?" she asked, trying to keep her thoughts to Queen song lyrics and making sure she wasn't thinking about how hot it was that her new roommate could fly and read minds and was invulnerable and super strong.
"Diamonds are a girl's best friend, Roxy." Monet replied with a grin and a wink. "And no, I'm doing my very best not to. Relax, your attempts to keep me out just make your thoughts louder. It's deafening. Flattering, but deafening." Monet finished as her grin briefly turned to a wince of pain.
"I wonder if there's some trick I can learn to not be as loud, or like a helmet or something I can wear," Roxy mused thoughtfully. It might be kind of weird to have a roommate who could read her mind, now that she really thought about it. "How long have you been able to do that?" Now that she was thinking of trying not to make her thoughts loud, that seemed to be all she could think about, which might be making her mental volume worse.
"Just don't think about it too much. It makes it more obvious. I'll do my best to keep my shields tight." Monet answered."And I've been able to read minds ever since I was thirteen. That's when I manifested. That's when I knew I was destined for perfection." Monet finished with a grin.
"I'll try," Roxy nodded, biting her lip in a determined fashion. "Wow, thirteen? So how'd you learn how to shield and stuff? Did you go to another mutant school before this?"
"No, I don't believe there is such a thing back home. I simply did my best with what I was given. I've had to hold myself poised all my life, and I was not going to let my mental abilities disrupt all of the work I have put into that for the last sixteen years of my life. My physical powers were easier to control, so it took some time, but I believe that I have managed quite well for being self taught." Monet answered.
"That's really cool," Roxy answered with a grin. "I dunno if I could do that. I had to come here so soon after my powers started happening I didn't get a chance to see if I could figure all this out on my own. Sometimes I wonder if I could do it by myself. Like, I wanna think I could, cuz I know from dancing or whatever that I hate not being able to figure stuff out and don't like to stop until I get it. But sometimes I'm glad I don't have to figure it out alone, you know?"
"Of course. Going it alone isn't for everyone, I suppose. My parents and sisters were instrumental in supporting me. I probably could have made it without them, but then, it wouldn't have been as glamorous a life as I would've liked. I'd be more than...happy to lend you my time, Roxy, if you require it. I can tell already that being around you is going to be far more bearable than most of the other people around here." She replied.
"Well, thanks for that," Roxy grinned. "I'm glad I got such a cool roommate. You want me to help you unpack?"
"You can help me the most by staying and chatting. You know, so that I don't fall asleep during the actual unpacking. Even my shoes alone will take an hour." Monet replied with wink.
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