Monica and Meggan - Introductions
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xp_logsMonica's first interaction with a mansion resident is a little more surreal than she anticipated.
Monica watched her father's rental car pull away, heading for the distant gates, and sighed. Even with the meeting with the old bald guy and the discussion of rooms and this new school she'd go to and powers training, none of it had really seemed real. But now, standing on the front porch and watching the car disappear behind the trees, a lump crept into her throat and she had to blink hard. Soldiers didn't cry and she'd promised her father she'd be a good soldier for him.
Meggan was just on her way out the door when she caught sight of the other girl. No knocking would be required on this day for anybody standing outside on the porch. Seeing her made Meggan wonder if everything was okay, and she amended her plans. Had there been any knocking? She didn’t think so, and she had been standing nearby. “Oh—hi there. I hope you haven’t been standing there too long waiting. I’m Meggan.”
"Huh?" Monica turned at the sudden voice, light flaring from her hands. The rest of her skin, except for her face, was covered with clothing, despite the heat. "Waiting? Oh, no, I've already done the whole induction interview thing. I was just seeing my dad off." Again her throat tightened and she swallowed the lump down. "Monica Rambeau. I'm a new student, I guess?"
Ah, right, that would explain being upset. Meggan realized she was still standing in the doorway, possibly partially blocking the other girl from getting inside the mansion. She moved over with a small grin. The flare of light didn’t even bother her, and a handshake might be out of the question right now…but if the other girl needed to remain covered for a reason, then Meggan couldn’t just let her stand and boil in the summer heat. “Then, welcome. Please come on in, Monica. It’s not sweltering like it is out here.”
"Ah, thanks." Monica looked a little embarrassed, but came in with a little sigh of relief. "I suppose you're wondering why I'm all covered up like this. My powers... I can't really control them properly yet. There's this whole glowing problem."
Meggan gently shut the door as they went indoors. “That makes sense. Is the glowing warm, or just light?” That might sound like prying too much. “Sorry, I was just curious.” Because she didn’t know what kind of glowing it was, or whether or not it was bad to touch at some point.
"Just regular light. My dad, he helped me work out a way to get rid of the build up, but it's been a few days and stress, you know..." Monica shrugged. "What about you? What's your... thing?"
“Right,” Meggan nodded, understanding that it meant somebody would likely need to get her somewhere to release some of it soon. “Oh, I’m an empathic shapeshifter. There’s no projecting onto someone, just feeling and reacting to things around me in different ways. Like if it were too cold in the winter, I could grow fur under a coat for an extra layer…gills in the water. That sort of thing.”
Monica blinked. "That's a thing?" she blurted, then recovered herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that it shouldn't be a thing, only that I didn't know it could be a thing, and I'm sure it's a great thing..." Her words trailed off as she realised she was babbling. "Um, yeah. So, you grow gills and fur and shi-- er, stuff?"
“Yes, it’s definitely a thing,” Meggan confirmed with a laugh. She wasn’t offended; she thought she knew what the other girl meant. “An adapting to the environment type of thing, I meant…but yes, exactly. That sort of stuff, with a dash of levitation.” She didn't want to overwhelm Monica with new things.
"Levitate? As in fly"" Monica's eyes grew round. "Man, I'd give my left arm to be able to do that, but for now I'm just a walking lightshow." She held up her hand and for the first time in her life, actively allowed it to glow. It felt... good. "Got any indoor plants I could help photosynthesize?" she joked.
“If you wanted, I’m sure we could locate one that’s in serious need of some extra light,” Meggan offered. That could actually be a useful idea for both Monica and any plant, even if it felt strangely ridiculous at the same time. She wasn’t completely joking, if it could help. She was also certain she had seen one particular one somewhat recently that needed a little something extra in its leafy life. “Actually…I think there’s a fern just around the corner that could use an extra jolt to help it along.”
Monica hadn't expected to be taken seriously, but hey, when in Rome. Besides, it was a good distraction. "After you, lady who knows where everything is," she replied with a grin and a gesture to wave Meggan ahead of her. "We can even multitask and you can tell me where stuff is?"
Meggan knew there were bound to be a few flowers somewhere that had too much shade for their own good, too, if Monica still needed to get that excess energy out of her. If it helped Monica channel her powers so that nothing potentially bad happened, then it helped, and Meggan wasn’t about to question being turned into a person doing a wilting plant intervention. “Sure! If you spot a non-plastic plant that needs a little something before I do, give it some light. If they’re all fine other than the little fern, and if you still need to release light, we’ll go out back, if you want?”
"Well, I mean more the kitchen and the training place and the student dorms or whatever, but sure, plants too." Monica giggled. "How long have you been here, any way?"
“Right. Well, then, any other plants on the way to the kitchen, if you’re hungry right now, and then your room before absolutely everything else?” Because if she had come a long way, then she might be hungry; and Meggan didn’t want her to starve while searching for plants to photosynthesize. Oh, how long had it been? Should Meggan count the first couple months, back when she’d been all furry and new? Or just since she’d started as a student? The latter was probably the better option. “Oh, I think it’s been almost…seven years now, actually.” It would be actually seven in about two months.
"Seven?" Monica was surprised. "But... what about your family? Don't they miss you?"
“Oh, Amanda and Kurt live here, too,” Meggan explained. “They’re my brother and sister, and we try to go visit the rest of the family around a holiday. Or sometimes they try to get here.” Which, granted, sometimes became further complicated by whatever was happening here at the school or not, but everybody still tried no matter how weird everything became.
"You're all mutants? How whack is that?" Monica blurted, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry," she apologised, her cheeks warm with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to be rude. It's just... all this is so new. And weird. Really, really weird."
Meggan knew she didn’t mean any harm by it, though. “It’s not rude, it’s okay,” she reassured her. Would it be ruder to say it was just complicated, more than weird? She wasn’t sure. “I guess it could be more than a little bit weird at first if you’re not expecting it. Don't worry about it, you'll be okay.” Oh, and there was that mildly needy fern they were seeking. She gestured toward it questioningly. "Do I need to step back, or did you want food before photosynthesis? It’s not far to the kitchen from here."
This was so surreal. Monica looked at the fern, then at Meggan. "Photosynthesis first - then food. And maybe you can tell me more about your time here?" she asked, hopefully.
“Sure thing. We could talk while we eat,” Meggan promised. She would likely just veer completely around a few topics that might scare the other girl, but they would talk. If she specifically asked, she wasn't about to lie.
Monica watched her father's rental car pull away, heading for the distant gates, and sighed. Even with the meeting with the old bald guy and the discussion of rooms and this new school she'd go to and powers training, none of it had really seemed real. But now, standing on the front porch and watching the car disappear behind the trees, a lump crept into her throat and she had to blink hard. Soldiers didn't cry and she'd promised her father she'd be a good soldier for him.
Meggan was just on her way out the door when she caught sight of the other girl. No knocking would be required on this day for anybody standing outside on the porch. Seeing her made Meggan wonder if everything was okay, and she amended her plans. Had there been any knocking? She didn’t think so, and she had been standing nearby. “Oh—hi there. I hope you haven’t been standing there too long waiting. I’m Meggan.”
"Huh?" Monica turned at the sudden voice, light flaring from her hands. The rest of her skin, except for her face, was covered with clothing, despite the heat. "Waiting? Oh, no, I've already done the whole induction interview thing. I was just seeing my dad off." Again her throat tightened and she swallowed the lump down. "Monica Rambeau. I'm a new student, I guess?"
Ah, right, that would explain being upset. Meggan realized she was still standing in the doorway, possibly partially blocking the other girl from getting inside the mansion. She moved over with a small grin. The flare of light didn’t even bother her, and a handshake might be out of the question right now…but if the other girl needed to remain covered for a reason, then Meggan couldn’t just let her stand and boil in the summer heat. “Then, welcome. Please come on in, Monica. It’s not sweltering like it is out here.”
"Ah, thanks." Monica looked a little embarrassed, but came in with a little sigh of relief. "I suppose you're wondering why I'm all covered up like this. My powers... I can't really control them properly yet. There's this whole glowing problem."
Meggan gently shut the door as they went indoors. “That makes sense. Is the glowing warm, or just light?” That might sound like prying too much. “Sorry, I was just curious.” Because she didn’t know what kind of glowing it was, or whether or not it was bad to touch at some point.
"Just regular light. My dad, he helped me work out a way to get rid of the build up, but it's been a few days and stress, you know..." Monica shrugged. "What about you? What's your... thing?"
“Right,” Meggan nodded, understanding that it meant somebody would likely need to get her somewhere to release some of it soon. “Oh, I’m an empathic shapeshifter. There’s no projecting onto someone, just feeling and reacting to things around me in different ways. Like if it were too cold in the winter, I could grow fur under a coat for an extra layer…gills in the water. That sort of thing.”
Monica blinked. "That's a thing?" she blurted, then recovered herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that it shouldn't be a thing, only that I didn't know it could be a thing, and I'm sure it's a great thing..." Her words trailed off as she realised she was babbling. "Um, yeah. So, you grow gills and fur and shi-- er, stuff?"
“Yes, it’s definitely a thing,” Meggan confirmed with a laugh. She wasn’t offended; she thought she knew what the other girl meant. “An adapting to the environment type of thing, I meant…but yes, exactly. That sort of stuff, with a dash of levitation.” She didn't want to overwhelm Monica with new things.
"Levitate? As in fly"" Monica's eyes grew round. "Man, I'd give my left arm to be able to do that, but for now I'm just a walking lightshow." She held up her hand and for the first time in her life, actively allowed it to glow. It felt... good. "Got any indoor plants I could help photosynthesize?" she joked.
“If you wanted, I’m sure we could locate one that’s in serious need of some extra light,” Meggan offered. That could actually be a useful idea for both Monica and any plant, even if it felt strangely ridiculous at the same time. She wasn’t completely joking, if it could help. She was also certain she had seen one particular one somewhat recently that needed a little something extra in its leafy life. “Actually…I think there’s a fern just around the corner that could use an extra jolt to help it along.”
Monica hadn't expected to be taken seriously, but hey, when in Rome. Besides, it was a good distraction. "After you, lady who knows where everything is," she replied with a grin and a gesture to wave Meggan ahead of her. "We can even multitask and you can tell me where stuff is?"
Meggan knew there were bound to be a few flowers somewhere that had too much shade for their own good, too, if Monica still needed to get that excess energy out of her. If it helped Monica channel her powers so that nothing potentially bad happened, then it helped, and Meggan wasn’t about to question being turned into a person doing a wilting plant intervention. “Sure! If you spot a non-plastic plant that needs a little something before I do, give it some light. If they’re all fine other than the little fern, and if you still need to release light, we’ll go out back, if you want?”
"Well, I mean more the kitchen and the training place and the student dorms or whatever, but sure, plants too." Monica giggled. "How long have you been here, any way?"
“Right. Well, then, any other plants on the way to the kitchen, if you’re hungry right now, and then your room before absolutely everything else?” Because if she had come a long way, then she might be hungry; and Meggan didn’t want her to starve while searching for plants to photosynthesize. Oh, how long had it been? Should Meggan count the first couple months, back when she’d been all furry and new? Or just since she’d started as a student? The latter was probably the better option. “Oh, I think it’s been almost…seven years now, actually.” It would be actually seven in about two months.
"Seven?" Monica was surprised. "But... what about your family? Don't they miss you?"
“Oh, Amanda and Kurt live here, too,” Meggan explained. “They’re my brother and sister, and we try to go visit the rest of the family around a holiday. Or sometimes they try to get here.” Which, granted, sometimes became further complicated by whatever was happening here at the school or not, but everybody still tried no matter how weird everything became.
"You're all mutants? How whack is that?" Monica blurted, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry," she apologised, her cheeks warm with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to be rude. It's just... all this is so new. And weird. Really, really weird."
Meggan knew she didn’t mean any harm by it, though. “It’s not rude, it’s okay,” she reassured her. Would it be ruder to say it was just complicated, more than weird? She wasn’t sure. “I guess it could be more than a little bit weird at first if you’re not expecting it. Don't worry about it, you'll be okay.” Oh, and there was that mildly needy fern they were seeking. She gestured toward it questioningly. "Do I need to step back, or did you want food before photosynthesis? It’s not far to the kitchen from here."
This was so surreal. Monica looked at the fern, then at Meggan. "Photosynthesis first - then food. And maybe you can tell me more about your time here?" she asked, hopefully.
“Sure thing. We could talk while we eat,” Meggan promised. She would likely just veer completely around a few topics that might scare the other girl, but they would talk. If she specifically asked, she wasn't about to lie.
