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xp_logsBackdated to Monday, after classes. Bobby drives Jane and Angie to the mall and then flees their clutches. Angie and Jane chat and buy a book and drinks.
Jane watched as Bobby practically ran away towards a movie store. She hadn't thought that they had been that bad! They'd only made him try on one shirt. True, it had be a purple shirt, but still. It was cute, though, how he dramatically complained about them using him as a dress up doll. In fact, Bobby was just plain cute no matter how she looked at it. "That was fun!" Jane said to her companion.
Angie grinned, and tried to answer through a set of giggles - which took a few moments before she was understandable. "I should feel bad, except that, it was too funny to feel bad -about-. " She paused for a moment to giggle some more. "I think Bobby's expression of 'doomed' might be better than Jamie's. "
"I have not seen Jamie's 'doomed' expression yet, but I am willing to bet that you are right. So, now that the clothes shopping portion of our adventure is over since we have no one left to torture," she shared an evil grin with Angie, "you said something about a book store? I've come to realize that clothes have, um, stuff behind them, but now I need a book to explain it all to me." She jiggled her bag of newly-purchased clothes. She had enough left of the allowance that Professor Xavier gave her to buy a few books, she thought.
"Jamie's doomed expression gets ruined by him grinning at Kitty." Angie added. She thought for a moment, then nodded, and waved in the opposite direction from where Bobby had fled. "I think there's a bookstore down there, and the art store that has decent supplies is that way as well."
"Oh good, because I need art stuff, too! I mean, I have my first project all worked out, but I don't think it'll fly more than once. You are an artist, right? You drew all the cute pictures of people that Doug used for the April Fool's joke, right?"
Angie nodded, smiling. "Yes. He's sneaky and borrowed my sketchbook to put them on the computer." She shook her head, though her tone was affectionate. "I still have -no- idea what I am doing for that art project. The abstract one was easy.. the rest, I am at a loss. Out in the tall grass, as Doug would say. "
"Out in the tall grass...? You are at a loss. Right, the grass is tall, so you are lost! I didn't know that one. Hold on a sec, lemee write it down." Jane paused and took out her notebook to write the metaphor down. "I'm not that good, yet, with slang and sayings and stuff, so I'm writing that down." She paused, flipping through her notebook and seeing that it was very full for only a few weeks. "I might have to get a new notebook, too." They started walking again and Jane glanced at Angie. "So, you don't have anything to do for your project, yet? No ideas at all?"
"There's.. a book, in the library at school on slang." Angie offered. "It.. was written for people who do not speak English, but it might help some." She smiled. "Or, just spend a lot of time with Jamie and Doug. Or Jubilee. I .. think they might actually use more slang than actual -English-. " At the last question, Angie frowned. "I actually do, just not.. anything that I really care for. I am not good with contraversial. I really do not care for offending people."
"I don't want to offend people, just sometimes, I can't help it. Which is what my notebook is for, to help me remember what to do and what not to do." Jane tapped her notebook. Sometimes, it was really hard getting along in the outside world. At the institution, it didn't matter what she said because she was considered crazy anyway, but outside she had to worry about fitting in. "Anyway, maybe you can be controversial by NOT being controversial? Like, you could do a picture of, um, fluffy bunnies or something and say that modern art is too caught up in being 'controversial' and stuff. Like, the message behind your art could be controversial, not the art itself?"
"Everyone offends people sometimes.. " Angie said, thinking mostly of Monet, who was all at once, offended by all kinds of little tiny things, and massivly offensive herself. Funny how that worked. "I just.. I will come up with something, eventually. Probably at the last minute." She laughed lightly, then pointed at the storefront they had almost just walked past. "Bookstore." She said. And it was - one of those truly massive ones with the coffee shop and the perky cashiers and rows and rows and rows of books everywhere.
"Wow, that's a lot of books!" They wandered inside. The first table to greet them was one set up for Mother's Day, proclaiming that everything was 20% off. Behind that was the sad leftovers from Easter, with a sign saying 'Clearance' and everything stickered with bright red 50% off stickers. Another table held massive quantities of a book on punctuation and yet another held various shiny books about some diet. Then there were the rows and rows and more rows of bookshelves. They had signs over them, but the signs didn't seem to be very helpful, since none that Jane could see read 'Books About Clothes.' "Um, where do we start?"
Marie-Ange paused, looking around the store for a moment. "Fashion .. might be with the books on culture and art." She shrugged lightly, and headed in what felt like a likely direction, towards a section labelled "Social Studies", near some of the books on History - that section she knew, from endless extra-credit essays for Shinobi's class. "I suppose we could ask if we can not find anything." She said, pausing to make sure Jane was following.
Jane browsed the shelves. There were lots of books with interesting sounding titles, but none about clothes that she could see. It wasn't a very big section, either. "Do you see anything? Where would the Fashion section be? Should we ask someone?"
Angie frowned at the books on Sociology, and thought for a minute. "It might be with the books on Art. I .. suppose you could make a case that fashion is an art form.. " She 'hrm'd' to herself .. "That would make -sense-, actually. It is .. mostly about colours and lines, so .. "
"Art." Jane looked around helplessly. There were so many books! All of the covers and words and displays and everything was a bit overwhelming. "I would hazard to guess that you, artist that you are, would know where the art books are. So, lead on Mac...Dogg? Darn, got that one wrong. It's 'lead on Mac'-something-or-other." Jane shrugged at Angie. "I heard someone use it in a television program."
"MacDuff" Angie answered absently. "Shakespere. Actually.. " she perked. "He's the same person who wrote Romeo and Juliet. The MacDuff quote is from another play he wrote. You.. will probably end up reading it in Literature class eventually." She led Jane over to a section of books on Art and started looking specifically for the books on fashion.
"Shakespere, got it. Literature class is... eh, it's okay, I guess. Not my favorite." Jane started reading the titles of the books. "Hey, what about this one? It sounds about right. Fashion and Its Social Agendas: Class, Gender, and Identity in Clothing by Diana Crane. What do you think?" Jane asked, handing the book over to Angie.
Angie flipped through the book, looking over chapter details and a few pages here and there. "It is... a bit heavier than I expected, but this will probably explain most of what you were looking to know." She grinned. "And then you get to ignore half of it anyway, because in a house with people who are green and purple and blue, apperance matters less."
"Oh! I hadn't thought of that! Appearance is less of a big deal with mutants, I guess, but there are still things that clothes tell people about each other. Like, um, Dr. McCoy is blue and fuzzy, but his white coat lets people know he is an important doctor and stuff. And I should know about non-mutants, too." Jane tucked the book under her arm. "Should I get a book about slang, too, or just stick to the one you told me about in the school library?"
Angie nodded. "it is.. layered, I think is the best term. Like an onion." She rolled her eyes at herself for using a metaphor from a cartoon-movie, but it did work. "It is why it is important and only, not as much as some people like to think." She made another thoughtful noise. "We have a few copies of that book in the library, so you probably do not need a new one."
Jane nodded. "Okay." She glanced around the store. "Did you want to get anything here? Or just browse around a bit or something?"
Angie shook her head. "No, I'm fine. The advantage to having a boyfriend who reads -everything-. I just borrow his." She 'hrm'd' for a moment, then perked. "Actually, have you had a chance to try interesting and new coffee yet?" She pointed over to the coffee shop attached to the bookstore.
Jane shook her head. "I haven't actually tried coffee at all, yet."
Angie blinked in surprise, and affected a mock-horrified face. "Lorna and Dr. MacTaggart have not tried to convert you yet?" She made a gesture towards the shop, and started walking over, waiting for Jane to follow after a few steps. "They must be slipping. Though, I suppose Dr. MacTaggart has been busy..."
Jane giggled. "Well, I think they have mentioned coffee to me, but they might be a bit blind about it and just assume that everyone already shares their joy." Jane followed Angie to the Cafe and they got in line. She studied the sign. She didn't know what it was, but a frappuccino sounded interesting, just because of the name. And it came in a lot of different flavors. Jane made sure to listen carefully to all the people before them so she would know how to order. It didn't help much. What was a 'drip'? What was 'breve,' and 'con panna,' or 'half-caf,' or 'dry' or 'with room'? "Um, I think I'd like to try a frappuccino. Can you order it for me, please?" Jane shoved some of her money at Angie and looked at her pleadingly.
Angie nodded. "Overwhemling does not -begin- to describe this." She ordered - for herself, and Jane, and waited for the drinks, trying not to wince at some of the -truly- mangled pronunciations of the words. Or what some of those people were doing to perfectly good coffee and tea. Or at Espresso Americano, which was just plain offensive. When the order finally was ready, she handed one cup over to Jane, grinning.
"Mmm, yummy. But I think I like ice cream better. This is cold, but not like ice cream. Bobby bought me some really good ice cream the other day." Jane continued sipping her drink.
"Bobby is good at picking out ice cream. Making it too, though he hasn't in a little while." Angie poked at her chai with the stirrer, then paused for a moment. "He -bought- you ice cream? Like, paid for it at the ice cream shop? That was sweet of him," she said, grinning.
"Yes, he did. And yes, he is sweet," Jane said, grinning at the thought of Bobby. Everyone was really nice to her, but he just seemed, well, extra nice. She liked him, a lot. "I'd like to try his ice cream. Jamie told me to flatter him outrageously and then he would. Do you think that'll work?"
"You should, it would likely work,and Bobby could stand to be flattered. Jamie's advice is usually good." Angie nodded. "It worked on Doug and myself, at least." She paused for a second, laughing. "Don't tell Jamie I said that? His ego would take over the world."
Jane laughed. "Well, considering that he could probably take over the world just with his mutant power? Yeah, I won't be telling Jamie you said that." They grinned at each other. "I will flatter Bobby. He deserves it, I think. I really like him. Um, yeah." Jane looked away from Angie and kicked an imaginary pebble on the ground as they walked towards the art store.
"Well, maybe. I think Jamie stops at twelve Jamies, so we're safe for now." Angie grinned. "Bobby is likeable. He's a nice person, and he has not had the best time of things lately. He definitly deserves people liking him."
"I haven't know him for all that long, but really, even I know that no one can ever really be safe from Jamie. I have heard things about him, and I remember Doug looking like all those different people! Anyway, maybe we should go find Bobby so we can 'like' him into helping me choose my art supplies?"
"You should be safe from the prank war, actaully. That is just Jamie and Doug being silly boys." Angie nodded. "Maybe Bobby stopped hiding in the video store, do you think?" She asked.
"Maybe. After all, we didn't traumatize him too much. I think he had fun, actually. Let's go see if we can find him." Jane hooked her free arm through Angie's and they went off in search of Bobby.
Jane watched as Bobby practically ran away towards a movie store. She hadn't thought that they had been that bad! They'd only made him try on one shirt. True, it had be a purple shirt, but still. It was cute, though, how he dramatically complained about them using him as a dress up doll. In fact, Bobby was just plain cute no matter how she looked at it. "That was fun!" Jane said to her companion.
Angie grinned, and tried to answer through a set of giggles - which took a few moments before she was understandable. "I should feel bad, except that, it was too funny to feel bad -about-. " She paused for a moment to giggle some more. "I think Bobby's expression of 'doomed' might be better than Jamie's. "
"I have not seen Jamie's 'doomed' expression yet, but I am willing to bet that you are right. So, now that the clothes shopping portion of our adventure is over since we have no one left to torture," she shared an evil grin with Angie, "you said something about a book store? I've come to realize that clothes have, um, stuff behind them, but now I need a book to explain it all to me." She jiggled her bag of newly-purchased clothes. She had enough left of the allowance that Professor Xavier gave her to buy a few books, she thought.
"Jamie's doomed expression gets ruined by him grinning at Kitty." Angie added. She thought for a moment, then nodded, and waved in the opposite direction from where Bobby had fled. "I think there's a bookstore down there, and the art store that has decent supplies is that way as well."
"Oh good, because I need art stuff, too! I mean, I have my first project all worked out, but I don't think it'll fly more than once. You are an artist, right? You drew all the cute pictures of people that Doug used for the April Fool's joke, right?"
Angie nodded, smiling. "Yes. He's sneaky and borrowed my sketchbook to put them on the computer." She shook her head, though her tone was affectionate. "I still have -no- idea what I am doing for that art project. The abstract one was easy.. the rest, I am at a loss. Out in the tall grass, as Doug would say. "
"Out in the tall grass...? You are at a loss. Right, the grass is tall, so you are lost! I didn't know that one. Hold on a sec, lemee write it down." Jane paused and took out her notebook to write the metaphor down. "I'm not that good, yet, with slang and sayings and stuff, so I'm writing that down." She paused, flipping through her notebook and seeing that it was very full for only a few weeks. "I might have to get a new notebook, too." They started walking again and Jane glanced at Angie. "So, you don't have anything to do for your project, yet? No ideas at all?"
"There's.. a book, in the library at school on slang." Angie offered. "It.. was written for people who do not speak English, but it might help some." She smiled. "Or, just spend a lot of time with Jamie and Doug. Or Jubilee. I .. think they might actually use more slang than actual -English-. " At the last question, Angie frowned. "I actually do, just not.. anything that I really care for. I am not good with contraversial. I really do not care for offending people."
"I don't want to offend people, just sometimes, I can't help it. Which is what my notebook is for, to help me remember what to do and what not to do." Jane tapped her notebook. Sometimes, it was really hard getting along in the outside world. At the institution, it didn't matter what she said because she was considered crazy anyway, but outside she had to worry about fitting in. "Anyway, maybe you can be controversial by NOT being controversial? Like, you could do a picture of, um, fluffy bunnies or something and say that modern art is too caught up in being 'controversial' and stuff. Like, the message behind your art could be controversial, not the art itself?"
"Everyone offends people sometimes.. " Angie said, thinking mostly of Monet, who was all at once, offended by all kinds of little tiny things, and massivly offensive herself. Funny how that worked. "I just.. I will come up with something, eventually. Probably at the last minute." She laughed lightly, then pointed at the storefront they had almost just walked past. "Bookstore." She said. And it was - one of those truly massive ones with the coffee shop and the perky cashiers and rows and rows and rows of books everywhere.
"Wow, that's a lot of books!" They wandered inside. The first table to greet them was one set up for Mother's Day, proclaiming that everything was 20% off. Behind that was the sad leftovers from Easter, with a sign saying 'Clearance' and everything stickered with bright red 50% off stickers. Another table held massive quantities of a book on punctuation and yet another held various shiny books about some diet. Then there were the rows and rows and more rows of bookshelves. They had signs over them, but the signs didn't seem to be very helpful, since none that Jane could see read 'Books About Clothes.' "Um, where do we start?"
Marie-Ange paused, looking around the store for a moment. "Fashion .. might be with the books on culture and art." She shrugged lightly, and headed in what felt like a likely direction, towards a section labelled "Social Studies", near some of the books on History - that section she knew, from endless extra-credit essays for Shinobi's class. "I suppose we could ask if we can not find anything." She said, pausing to make sure Jane was following.
Jane browsed the shelves. There were lots of books with interesting sounding titles, but none about clothes that she could see. It wasn't a very big section, either. "Do you see anything? Where would the Fashion section be? Should we ask someone?"
Angie frowned at the books on Sociology, and thought for a minute. "It might be with the books on Art. I .. suppose you could make a case that fashion is an art form.. " She 'hrm'd' to herself .. "That would make -sense-, actually. It is .. mostly about colours and lines, so .. "
"Art." Jane looked around helplessly. There were so many books! All of the covers and words and displays and everything was a bit overwhelming. "I would hazard to guess that you, artist that you are, would know where the art books are. So, lead on Mac...Dogg? Darn, got that one wrong. It's 'lead on Mac'-something-or-other." Jane shrugged at Angie. "I heard someone use it in a television program."
"MacDuff" Angie answered absently. "Shakespere. Actually.. " she perked. "He's the same person who wrote Romeo and Juliet. The MacDuff quote is from another play he wrote. You.. will probably end up reading it in Literature class eventually." She led Jane over to a section of books on Art and started looking specifically for the books on fashion.
"Shakespere, got it. Literature class is... eh, it's okay, I guess. Not my favorite." Jane started reading the titles of the books. "Hey, what about this one? It sounds about right. Fashion and Its Social Agendas: Class, Gender, and Identity in Clothing by Diana Crane. What do you think?" Jane asked, handing the book over to Angie.
Angie flipped through the book, looking over chapter details and a few pages here and there. "It is... a bit heavier than I expected, but this will probably explain most of what you were looking to know." She grinned. "And then you get to ignore half of it anyway, because in a house with people who are green and purple and blue, apperance matters less."
"Oh! I hadn't thought of that! Appearance is less of a big deal with mutants, I guess, but there are still things that clothes tell people about each other. Like, um, Dr. McCoy is blue and fuzzy, but his white coat lets people know he is an important doctor and stuff. And I should know about non-mutants, too." Jane tucked the book under her arm. "Should I get a book about slang, too, or just stick to the one you told me about in the school library?"
Angie nodded. "it is.. layered, I think is the best term. Like an onion." She rolled her eyes at herself for using a metaphor from a cartoon-movie, but it did work. "It is why it is important and only, not as much as some people like to think." She made another thoughtful noise. "We have a few copies of that book in the library, so you probably do not need a new one."
Jane nodded. "Okay." She glanced around the store. "Did you want to get anything here? Or just browse around a bit or something?"
Angie shook her head. "No, I'm fine. The advantage to having a boyfriend who reads -everything-. I just borrow his." She 'hrm'd' for a moment, then perked. "Actually, have you had a chance to try interesting and new coffee yet?" She pointed over to the coffee shop attached to the bookstore.
Jane shook her head. "I haven't actually tried coffee at all, yet."
Angie blinked in surprise, and affected a mock-horrified face. "Lorna and Dr. MacTaggart have not tried to convert you yet?" She made a gesture towards the shop, and started walking over, waiting for Jane to follow after a few steps. "They must be slipping. Though, I suppose Dr. MacTaggart has been busy..."
Jane giggled. "Well, I think they have mentioned coffee to me, but they might be a bit blind about it and just assume that everyone already shares their joy." Jane followed Angie to the Cafe and they got in line. She studied the sign. She didn't know what it was, but a frappuccino sounded interesting, just because of the name. And it came in a lot of different flavors. Jane made sure to listen carefully to all the people before them so she would know how to order. It didn't help much. What was a 'drip'? What was 'breve,' and 'con panna,' or 'half-caf,' or 'dry' or 'with room'? "Um, I think I'd like to try a frappuccino. Can you order it for me, please?" Jane shoved some of her money at Angie and looked at her pleadingly.
Angie nodded. "Overwhemling does not -begin- to describe this." She ordered - for herself, and Jane, and waited for the drinks, trying not to wince at some of the -truly- mangled pronunciations of the words. Or what some of those people were doing to perfectly good coffee and tea. Or at Espresso Americano, which was just plain offensive. When the order finally was ready, she handed one cup over to Jane, grinning.
"Mmm, yummy. But I think I like ice cream better. This is cold, but not like ice cream. Bobby bought me some really good ice cream the other day." Jane continued sipping her drink.
"Bobby is good at picking out ice cream. Making it too, though he hasn't in a little while." Angie poked at her chai with the stirrer, then paused for a moment. "He -bought- you ice cream? Like, paid for it at the ice cream shop? That was sweet of him," she said, grinning.
"Yes, he did. And yes, he is sweet," Jane said, grinning at the thought of Bobby. Everyone was really nice to her, but he just seemed, well, extra nice. She liked him, a lot. "I'd like to try his ice cream. Jamie told me to flatter him outrageously and then he would. Do you think that'll work?"
"You should, it would likely work,and Bobby could stand to be flattered. Jamie's advice is usually good." Angie nodded. "It worked on Doug and myself, at least." She paused for a second, laughing. "Don't tell Jamie I said that? His ego would take over the world."
Jane laughed. "Well, considering that he could probably take over the world just with his mutant power? Yeah, I won't be telling Jamie you said that." They grinned at each other. "I will flatter Bobby. He deserves it, I think. I really like him. Um, yeah." Jane looked away from Angie and kicked an imaginary pebble on the ground as they walked towards the art store.
"Well, maybe. I think Jamie stops at twelve Jamies, so we're safe for now." Angie grinned. "Bobby is likeable. He's a nice person, and he has not had the best time of things lately. He definitly deserves people liking him."
"I haven't know him for all that long, but really, even I know that no one can ever really be safe from Jamie. I have heard things about him, and I remember Doug looking like all those different people! Anyway, maybe we should go find Bobby so we can 'like' him into helping me choose my art supplies?"
"You should be safe from the prank war, actaully. That is just Jamie and Doug being silly boys." Angie nodded. "Maybe Bobby stopped hiding in the video store, do you think?" She asked.
"Maybe. After all, we didn't traumatize him too much. I think he had fun, actually. Let's go see if we can find him." Jane hooked her free arm through Angie's and they went off in search of Bobby.
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Date: 2004-04-14 04:22 pm (UTC)Actaully, wait, that's actaully -my- assesment of the expression. Sorry. Angie's not that cynical.