Hope and Shatterstar Meet (Backdated)
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xp_logsHope Abbott literally runs into Shatterstar and introduces him to some major concepts around the mansion.
(Backdated to early in the day May 15th)
"I do not care. Do a dance, tell a story." Hope snapped as she rushed down the hall, her purse firmly tucked under one arm and trying to slip one of her pearl teardrop earrings into place. "I will be there in 45 minutes and Andreas better have a solution, especially since he decided to change the set up with all the cables." Hope paused, listening for a moment as the earring finally slipped into place. "Save me the excuses... damn..." she cursed as she bumped into something.
Shatterstar knew someone was about to bump into him, but he believed he had the right of way in this hallway, so he didn't move. Besides, if someone wasn't paying attention to where they were going, they deserved to get bumped into. His own discomfort about it be damned. He looked at Hope and asked in a flat tone of voice. "You weren't talking to me, right?" He paused a moment, defensive in case she had been speaking to him. "I'm not a very good dancer."
"Oh, my apologies." Hope's eyes widened a little as she regained her balance, automatically smoothing the skirt of her black dress and cream jacket. "Just one moment, please." She pushed back her hair to reveal the earbud and wire of her phone. "Kim, just get something simple on stage and light a fire under Andreas' bum. You are more than capable of fixing this... yes... see you in a bit." She quickly wrapped up her phone call and eyed the man in front of her. "My apologies. I clearly was not looking where I was going."
"No, you were not," he agreed, frowning slightly at the earbud in her ear and tugged self-consciously on one of the small braids that hung behind his own ears. Everything here was so different than where he had spent the last year- hospital or juvenile hall. "Do you work here?" he asked. He wanted to try to learn all of the staff, their names, and if they had powers as soon as possible. Clearly this woman seemed like someone who worked here, with her dress and earbud. It was a far cry from his heavy boots and motorcycle jacket that was a little short in the sleeves. And he didn't quite like how she spoke to others on the phone, though he could appreciate someone so authoritative.
Definitely someone new... Hope shoved the various problems of the event to the back of her mind for a moment and pulled up a welcoming smile. "I live here." She kindly corrected him, holding out her hand. "My name is Hope Abbott. And you are?"
He shook her hand firmly and tightly, putting his strength into it without trying to overpower her. He wasn't sure he believed she actually lived here, with her earpiece and dress. Plus, she was being so polite to him. "My name's Shatterstar." There was no reason to tell her Benjamin's name. Didn't mutants normally use mutant names with each other? That's what he had always heard, but then this Hope Abbott didn't introduce herself with one.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Shatterstar. I do not believe I have seen you around before." She let go of his hand, scanning him down unobtrusively as she recognized the strength in his grip. "Nor have I seen you on the journals. You must have arrived recently?" Without thinking further Hope started to head down the hall, inviting the young man to walk with her with a simple wave of her hand.
The most noticeable features on Shatterstar were his long red ponytail with the thin braids that hung behind his ears and the large star-shaped port-wine birthmark over his eyes. He wasn't someone who could easily blend into a crowd. He hesitated before following her, still unsure if she worked here or not and not wanting to rub anyone the wrong way- yet. He had been told he could train with his swords again and he wanted that. "They read your journals here?" He asked, accusingly, bending his head down a little to speak closer to Hope's ear as he walked. He didn't bother to answer that he was new- it was obvious.
"No." Hope shook her head. "The journals are an internal system of communications. Much like a blog. Some use it extensively, others only for short announcements or not at all. But most new arrivals make at least one post to introduce themselves. It helps from having to keep explaining who they are with every new face they encounter."
He still had his hackles up, he could feel Benjamin telling him to doubt her from deep in his brain. "Nobody informed me of this," he told Hope. "I only arrived late last night. I would like not to explain myself to others." He needed to get on these journals as soon as he could, so he could get a read on everyone else in the mansion. He kept pace with Hope.
She glanced at him again. A suspicious boy it seemed. Still... "You literally only arrived last night? Ah, that explains that then. The people responsible are still setting everything up. Do not worry, they will explain everything. And you are not obligated to use the journal system at all, nor do you have to explain anything you do not want to."
He relaxed his shoulders a little and straightened up his posture, wanting to believe her that everything would be sorted out and that he wouldn't have to explain anything. "I think I'll use it to keep track of others," he said and chewed his cheek a moment before deciding there was no reason not to ask his question. "I have a question, and then I'll let you get to the fancy party you're dressed for. Do they really let you train here? Not just learn control?" He wanted to be back on his feet with a sword in his hand more than anything, even if he had to use his powers to get there.
Definitely suspicious then if he wanted to keep track of people. Tucking away that thought away for possible later action, Hope focused on his question: "They do. There are several facilities and people with experience available, depending on the type of training you would like to do. In fact, we are currently not too far from the gymnasium and other sports facilities... just down the hall and to the left."
He brightened considerably at what Hope told him and, for the first time since he had arrived at the mansion, Shatterstar had a small smile on his face. He would have to remember Hope Abbott as an ally, as she had been so helpful to him. He held out his hand to shake hers again. "Thank you. I think I will head there now. I have missed training so much." He put emphasis on the word so, that little intensity the most emotion he had allowed into his voice. "I won't bother you anymore. Good luck with your dancing."
"Good luck with your explorations and thank you." Hope didn't bother correcting him as her phone rang again. With a quick nod and smile at Shatterstar, she checked her ear piece. "Yes... yes, this is her. Ah, Kim... that sounds like a marvelous idea..."
(Backdated to early in the day May 15th)
"I do not care. Do a dance, tell a story." Hope snapped as she rushed down the hall, her purse firmly tucked under one arm and trying to slip one of her pearl teardrop earrings into place. "I will be there in 45 minutes and Andreas better have a solution, especially since he decided to change the set up with all the cables." Hope paused, listening for a moment as the earring finally slipped into place. "Save me the excuses... damn..." she cursed as she bumped into something.
Shatterstar knew someone was about to bump into him, but he believed he had the right of way in this hallway, so he didn't move. Besides, if someone wasn't paying attention to where they were going, they deserved to get bumped into. His own discomfort about it be damned. He looked at Hope and asked in a flat tone of voice. "You weren't talking to me, right?" He paused a moment, defensive in case she had been speaking to him. "I'm not a very good dancer."
"Oh, my apologies." Hope's eyes widened a little as she regained her balance, automatically smoothing the skirt of her black dress and cream jacket. "Just one moment, please." She pushed back her hair to reveal the earbud and wire of her phone. "Kim, just get something simple on stage and light a fire under Andreas' bum. You are more than capable of fixing this... yes... see you in a bit." She quickly wrapped up her phone call and eyed the man in front of her. "My apologies. I clearly was not looking where I was going."
"No, you were not," he agreed, frowning slightly at the earbud in her ear and tugged self-consciously on one of the small braids that hung behind his own ears. Everything here was so different than where he had spent the last year- hospital or juvenile hall. "Do you work here?" he asked. He wanted to try to learn all of the staff, their names, and if they had powers as soon as possible. Clearly this woman seemed like someone who worked here, with her dress and earbud. It was a far cry from his heavy boots and motorcycle jacket that was a little short in the sleeves. And he didn't quite like how she spoke to others on the phone, though he could appreciate someone so authoritative.
Definitely someone new... Hope shoved the various problems of the event to the back of her mind for a moment and pulled up a welcoming smile. "I live here." She kindly corrected him, holding out her hand. "My name is Hope Abbott. And you are?"
He shook her hand firmly and tightly, putting his strength into it without trying to overpower her. He wasn't sure he believed she actually lived here, with her earpiece and dress. Plus, she was being so polite to him. "My name's Shatterstar." There was no reason to tell her Benjamin's name. Didn't mutants normally use mutant names with each other? That's what he had always heard, but then this Hope Abbott didn't introduce herself with one.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Shatterstar. I do not believe I have seen you around before." She let go of his hand, scanning him down unobtrusively as she recognized the strength in his grip. "Nor have I seen you on the journals. You must have arrived recently?" Without thinking further Hope started to head down the hall, inviting the young man to walk with her with a simple wave of her hand.
The most noticeable features on Shatterstar were his long red ponytail with the thin braids that hung behind his ears and the large star-shaped port-wine birthmark over his eyes. He wasn't someone who could easily blend into a crowd. He hesitated before following her, still unsure if she worked here or not and not wanting to rub anyone the wrong way- yet. He had been told he could train with his swords again and he wanted that. "They read your journals here?" He asked, accusingly, bending his head down a little to speak closer to Hope's ear as he walked. He didn't bother to answer that he was new- it was obvious.
"No." Hope shook her head. "The journals are an internal system of communications. Much like a blog. Some use it extensively, others only for short announcements or not at all. But most new arrivals make at least one post to introduce themselves. It helps from having to keep explaining who they are with every new face they encounter."
He still had his hackles up, he could feel Benjamin telling him to doubt her from deep in his brain. "Nobody informed me of this," he told Hope. "I only arrived late last night. I would like not to explain myself to others." He needed to get on these journals as soon as he could, so he could get a read on everyone else in the mansion. He kept pace with Hope.
She glanced at him again. A suspicious boy it seemed. Still... "You literally only arrived last night? Ah, that explains that then. The people responsible are still setting everything up. Do not worry, they will explain everything. And you are not obligated to use the journal system at all, nor do you have to explain anything you do not want to."
He relaxed his shoulders a little and straightened up his posture, wanting to believe her that everything would be sorted out and that he wouldn't have to explain anything. "I think I'll use it to keep track of others," he said and chewed his cheek a moment before deciding there was no reason not to ask his question. "I have a question, and then I'll let you get to the fancy party you're dressed for. Do they really let you train here? Not just learn control?" He wanted to be back on his feet with a sword in his hand more than anything, even if he had to use his powers to get there.
Definitely suspicious then if he wanted to keep track of people. Tucking away that thought away for possible later action, Hope focused on his question: "They do. There are several facilities and people with experience available, depending on the type of training you would like to do. In fact, we are currently not too far from the gymnasium and other sports facilities... just down the hall and to the left."
He brightened considerably at what Hope told him and, for the first time since he had arrived at the mansion, Shatterstar had a small smile on his face. He would have to remember Hope Abbott as an ally, as she had been so helpful to him. He held out his hand to shake hers again. "Thank you. I think I will head there now. I have missed training so much." He put emphasis on the word so, that little intensity the most emotion he had allowed into his voice. "I won't bother you anymore. Good luck with your dancing."
"Good luck with your explorations and thank you." Hope didn't bother correcting him as her phone rang again. With a quick nod and smile at Shatterstar, she checked her ear piece. "Yes... yes, this is her. Ah, Kim... that sounds like a marvelous idea..."
