Log: Meanwhile.... at Xavier's
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xp_logsMatt has wormhole duty when the call to arms is sounded. And a group of new residents to reassure.
Everything Everywhere All At Once wasn't only a movie, it was what was going on with all the various X- teams and Matt was on portal duty. He'd started it wearing a pair of ratty sweats and the intention of maybe doing some reading from the newest issue of his favorite law journal. Instead, he was fastening his boots, under armor and jacket tossed on a chair, preparing for battle in case the portal decided to join in this nonsense or worse, the nonsense came to the school and he was last defense.
Everyone else was gone, all teams deployed or on business elsewhere and unable to get back. So it was him and the new children that had just arrived. He'd sent them all a text at least to invite them to the chapel to be together.
Ashley tapped out a reply with her stylus, huffed when it snapped and picked up another from the basket on her - her! little kitchen - she was going to make so many cookies in this kitchen - later - when she wasn't staring at her phone on horror. She'd opened and closed and opened and closed instagram and tiktok a dozen times and every time the news in the city was worse, and she knew some of those people.
The littlest part of her was screaming coward! for not going through to help but what could she do? She didn't know how to fight, she was still crushing things when she picked them up, what if she crushed something important, like someone.
She found the chapel eventually, half a dozen texts later, and peeked her head around a corner. "Do you know what is going on, do you know who is attacking the District? Are we safe here? Should we do anything?' Were all the things she should have said, but instead "Hi I'm Ashley..." is what came out.
"Hey Ashley, I'm Matt. Don't think we've met face to face yet," he pulled his under armor shirt on, his words muffled for a moment. "Or, as I'm currently dressed, Daredevil. Welcome to the chapel. That's the wormhole, don't touch it." He gestured vaguely to what appeared to him a pulsing sonic wave on the other side of the glass.
Jono entered the chapel anxiously, scarf tied tightly around his body, with another scarf over top of it just to be safe. He hadn’t bothered replying to the text, no use in giving the impression that he could actually communicate.
He barely gave a small wave to the two figures in the room, then found himself a spot against the wall where he could curl up, trying to block as much of his chest with his body as possible. If he blew he wanted to take himself out first- nobody deserved that but him.
Paige walked into the chapel, waiting for Jay to follow with the hot chocolate he had been making. "So...does anyone know what's going on?" The text hadn't gone in depth and the energy in the room was putting her on edge. Hopefully, if anything happened, she would be able to focus enough to pick a helpful form to husk into.
Jay had a thermos of hot chocolate he'd brought and some mugs, not all that sure if he was going to end up doing any babyminding while he was down here. It'd be doing something useful, at least, and he didn't mind doing it. He knew there were some teenagers at the mansion at least, but the youngest he saw in here was probably a senior in high school. He moved to sit with the girl, but was distracted, head cocked slightly to the wormhole. It sounded like it was singing.
"This everyone? Where's the kids?"
"There have been attacks," Matt replied, "which the X-Men have responded to in Europe, but there are also things happening here in New York," and that chafed, it was his city! "that the other teams are responding to. It's too soon to say if they're connected," but it seemed likely even at this early juncture, "and there's no indication that anything will come this way. But better safe than sorry."
Matt canted his head towards Jay, "Several students are in the city."
Ashley pulled her knees up to her chest and tapped at her phone with her stylus until she found the right app. She'd been at this place for one entire minute (three days) and already people were being attacked and she knew it wasn't because she moved there, it couldn't be her fault, it was better than the dorm that wasn't her-proofed, it was free, she'd met the nicest southern lady who was giving her good advice on her stupid powers.
But at that moment it felt like so much. She was in a room with the most mutants that she'd been around in her life, the guy in the armor had his shirt off until she got in there, there was a guy with a scarf on his face and one with wings and she scrubbed furiously at her eyes to relieve the stinging that threatened tears. "What do we do? Should we do anything? Do we stay here?"
"We stay here. We monitor the wormhole," Matt replied steadily. This wasn't what he wanted to do, he wanted to be out there, helping. That wasn't what he needed to do though, so he stayed. "Does everyone here know each other? And you bring enough hot chocolate to share? There's also the vending machine, which...." Matt smiled, "You'll all likely enjoy."
Jay nodded. "If y'all got extra mugs down here it's easily enough," he said, not letting himself feel any worry about those kids stuck in New York City. He started to pour the hot chocolate into one of the two cups attached to the thermos, started to pass them out youngest to oldest.
It felt terribly selfish to ask. "Jes' so we know, what's it's supposed to sound like? That way we'll know if it ain't right."
He moved to the curled up boy to place the themos's other mug by him.
Jono glanced up when the mug was placed by him and shook his head, pointing towards his throat and then signing “no.”
Looking around he saw the girl from the library and gave a small wave, he pointed towards the cup that had been placed next to him and then pointed towards her. Hoping someone would get the message to give the mug to Paige. It’s not like he could drink it after all.
Paige waved back and walked over. “Not a fan of chocolate?” she asked. “Sometimes it can help calm you down just having something warm to hold.” She picked up the mug anyway, unsure of if Jono had brought a notebook so he could write out his responses.
On one hand, it would be so easy to push against the scarf to show what he was lacking....on the other hand he didn't want Paige to think he was gross. Decisions, decisions. After a moment, Jono reached into his jacket and pulled out a notebook and a pen, slowly and haltingly writing, I can't drink it. No jaw, most of throat gone. You should take mine.
For good measure he added a small lopsided smiley face to the end of the message. Maybe his disfigurement would seem less depressing if he smiled in the only way he could these days?
“Oh. Yeah, that’ll do it.” Definitely wasn’t the strangest thing she had seen since moving here. “But like I said, just holding something warm can help calm you down, even if you can’t drink it.” She didn’t want to push, but giving Jono something to do or latch onto seemed like a good idea at the moment. “Or maybe we could try leaving the corner?”
If I blow. He wrote as neatly as possible. I do not want to hurt you. Basically a nuclear bomb. Not good at control. Don't want to hurt you. Here to be pointed at an enemy if they show up.
“Nuclear bomb?” Paige asked, probably a bit too loudly. “What do you mean you’re just here to be pointed at an enemy? We’re here to keep each other safe. And you’re not hurting anyone just by being in the same room.”
"No, you're not," Matt strode over, kneeling in front of Jono, a smile ghosting his features, "I'm blind and you can't speak, so we're a great pair," he said levelly, speaking directly to Jono, but pitching his voice for everyone, "but no one here is a weapon. I will happily fling myself in harms way to stop anyone I need to, however I need to, but none of you are expected or required to follow me. I promise."
He didn't say that if they chose to, he wouldn't stop them. If things got that bad, well. Better not go there. He was going to keep these kids safe somehow. Matt reached over, taking Jono's mug, "If you're okay with it?" he asked, "Tap my right hand for yes and my left for no."
Jono hesitated, but then tapped Matt’s right hand. It wasn’t going to stop him from stepping forward and letting it all out so to speak if things came to that, he was twenty-four and didn’t really have anything left to live for. He could at least make sure the others could live even if the fire consumed him.
He glanced at Paige from the corner of his eye, unsure of how to proceed. He turned his attention back to his knees and then pulled out his phone and fidgeted with it, pulling up the news article about what he’d done to Gayle just in case Paige pushed the matter. It was best to nip this infatuation in the bud, she wouldn’t be interested in even being his friend once she saw what he was capable of.
Ashley had watched this with her head on a swivel, exactly like a tennis match and raised her hand a little. "I'm really tough. I don't know how to fight and I think I would throw up if I had to punch anyone." In the back of her head, she remembered putting a fist-sized hole in a wall just by accident, and the idea of doing that to a person skittered across her unstoppable thoughts. "But if we do get attacked I will... " She looked at the hot cocoa in the mug, and picked it up delicately, one finger and her thumb. "I will help fight." Could someone drink hot cocoa in defiance of the fear that she was in a weird safety room hiding from people who might show up and attack her just because of what she was. Yes. Yes she could.
She tapped at her phone again, and silently read down the words on the screen, a prayer for safety. "Nobody should have to be blown up just to keep other people safe. We're not doing that."
Jono shook his head, once again wishing he could sigh dramatically. He pulled out his notebook and glanced at Matt before turning to look around at the other three before writing down another message and pushing it gently towards Paige. Anyone like music?
Paige read the note aloud before responding, “Sure, I love music. Anyone else?”
"Speakers are over there," Matt switched one of the computer screens so the music app came up. "You guys pick or I'm playing hard rock."
Everything Everywhere All At Once wasn't only a movie, it was what was going on with all the various X- teams and Matt was on portal duty. He'd started it wearing a pair of ratty sweats and the intention of maybe doing some reading from the newest issue of his favorite law journal. Instead, he was fastening his boots, under armor and jacket tossed on a chair, preparing for battle in case the portal decided to join in this nonsense or worse, the nonsense came to the school and he was last defense.
Everyone else was gone, all teams deployed or on business elsewhere and unable to get back. So it was him and the new children that had just arrived. He'd sent them all a text at least to invite them to the chapel to be together.
Ashley tapped out a reply with her stylus, huffed when it snapped and picked up another from the basket on her - her! little kitchen - she was going to make so many cookies in this kitchen - later - when she wasn't staring at her phone on horror. She'd opened and closed and opened and closed instagram and tiktok a dozen times and every time the news in the city was worse, and she knew some of those people.
The littlest part of her was screaming coward! for not going through to help but what could she do? She didn't know how to fight, she was still crushing things when she picked them up, what if she crushed something important, like someone.
She found the chapel eventually, half a dozen texts later, and peeked her head around a corner. "Do you know what is going on, do you know who is attacking the District? Are we safe here? Should we do anything?' Were all the things she should have said, but instead "Hi I'm Ashley..." is what came out.
"Hey Ashley, I'm Matt. Don't think we've met face to face yet," he pulled his under armor shirt on, his words muffled for a moment. "Or, as I'm currently dressed, Daredevil. Welcome to the chapel. That's the wormhole, don't touch it." He gestured vaguely to what appeared to him a pulsing sonic wave on the other side of the glass.
Jono entered the chapel anxiously, scarf tied tightly around his body, with another scarf over top of it just to be safe. He hadn’t bothered replying to the text, no use in giving the impression that he could actually communicate.
He barely gave a small wave to the two figures in the room, then found himself a spot against the wall where he could curl up, trying to block as much of his chest with his body as possible. If he blew he wanted to take himself out first- nobody deserved that but him.
Paige walked into the chapel, waiting for Jay to follow with the hot chocolate he had been making. "So...does anyone know what's going on?" The text hadn't gone in depth and the energy in the room was putting her on edge. Hopefully, if anything happened, she would be able to focus enough to pick a helpful form to husk into.
Jay had a thermos of hot chocolate he'd brought and some mugs, not all that sure if he was going to end up doing any babyminding while he was down here. It'd be doing something useful, at least, and he didn't mind doing it. He knew there were some teenagers at the mansion at least, but the youngest he saw in here was probably a senior in high school. He moved to sit with the girl, but was distracted, head cocked slightly to the wormhole. It sounded like it was singing.
"This everyone? Where's the kids?"
"There have been attacks," Matt replied, "which the X-Men have responded to in Europe, but there are also things happening here in New York," and that chafed, it was his city! "that the other teams are responding to. It's too soon to say if they're connected," but it seemed likely even at this early juncture, "and there's no indication that anything will come this way. But better safe than sorry."
Matt canted his head towards Jay, "Several students are in the city."
Ashley pulled her knees up to her chest and tapped at her phone with her stylus until she found the right app. She'd been at this place for one entire minute (three days) and already people were being attacked and she knew it wasn't because she moved there, it couldn't be her fault, it was better than the dorm that wasn't her-proofed, it was free, she'd met the nicest southern lady who was giving her good advice on her stupid powers.
But at that moment it felt like so much. She was in a room with the most mutants that she'd been around in her life, the guy in the armor had his shirt off until she got in there, there was a guy with a scarf on his face and one with wings and she scrubbed furiously at her eyes to relieve the stinging that threatened tears. "What do we do? Should we do anything? Do we stay here?"
"We stay here. We monitor the wormhole," Matt replied steadily. This wasn't what he wanted to do, he wanted to be out there, helping. That wasn't what he needed to do though, so he stayed. "Does everyone here know each other? And you bring enough hot chocolate to share? There's also the vending machine, which...." Matt smiled, "You'll all likely enjoy."
Jay nodded. "If y'all got extra mugs down here it's easily enough," he said, not letting himself feel any worry about those kids stuck in New York City. He started to pour the hot chocolate into one of the two cups attached to the thermos, started to pass them out youngest to oldest.
It felt terribly selfish to ask. "Jes' so we know, what's it's supposed to sound like? That way we'll know if it ain't right."
He moved to the curled up boy to place the themos's other mug by him.
Jono glanced up when the mug was placed by him and shook his head, pointing towards his throat and then signing “no.”
Looking around he saw the girl from the library and gave a small wave, he pointed towards the cup that had been placed next to him and then pointed towards her. Hoping someone would get the message to give the mug to Paige. It’s not like he could drink it after all.
Paige waved back and walked over. “Not a fan of chocolate?” she asked. “Sometimes it can help calm you down just having something warm to hold.” She picked up the mug anyway, unsure of if Jono had brought a notebook so he could write out his responses.
On one hand, it would be so easy to push against the scarf to show what he was lacking....on the other hand he didn't want Paige to think he was gross. Decisions, decisions. After a moment, Jono reached into his jacket and pulled out a notebook and a pen, slowly and haltingly writing, I can't drink it. No jaw, most of throat gone. You should take mine.
For good measure he added a small lopsided smiley face to the end of the message. Maybe his disfigurement would seem less depressing if he smiled in the only way he could these days?
“Oh. Yeah, that’ll do it.” Definitely wasn’t the strangest thing she had seen since moving here. “But like I said, just holding something warm can help calm you down, even if you can’t drink it.” She didn’t want to push, but giving Jono something to do or latch onto seemed like a good idea at the moment. “Or maybe we could try leaving the corner?”
If I blow. He wrote as neatly as possible. I do not want to hurt you. Basically a nuclear bomb. Not good at control. Don't want to hurt you. Here to be pointed at an enemy if they show up.
“Nuclear bomb?” Paige asked, probably a bit too loudly. “What do you mean you’re just here to be pointed at an enemy? We’re here to keep each other safe. And you’re not hurting anyone just by being in the same room.”
"No, you're not," Matt strode over, kneeling in front of Jono, a smile ghosting his features, "I'm blind and you can't speak, so we're a great pair," he said levelly, speaking directly to Jono, but pitching his voice for everyone, "but no one here is a weapon. I will happily fling myself in harms way to stop anyone I need to, however I need to, but none of you are expected or required to follow me. I promise."
He didn't say that if they chose to, he wouldn't stop them. If things got that bad, well. Better not go there. He was going to keep these kids safe somehow. Matt reached over, taking Jono's mug, "If you're okay with it?" he asked, "Tap my right hand for yes and my left for no."
Jono hesitated, but then tapped Matt’s right hand. It wasn’t going to stop him from stepping forward and letting it all out so to speak if things came to that, he was twenty-four and didn’t really have anything left to live for. He could at least make sure the others could live even if the fire consumed him.
He glanced at Paige from the corner of his eye, unsure of how to proceed. He turned his attention back to his knees and then pulled out his phone and fidgeted with it, pulling up the news article about what he’d done to Gayle just in case Paige pushed the matter. It was best to nip this infatuation in the bud, she wouldn’t be interested in even being his friend once she saw what he was capable of.
Ashley had watched this with her head on a swivel, exactly like a tennis match and raised her hand a little. "I'm really tough. I don't know how to fight and I think I would throw up if I had to punch anyone." In the back of her head, she remembered putting a fist-sized hole in a wall just by accident, and the idea of doing that to a person skittered across her unstoppable thoughts. "But if we do get attacked I will... " She looked at the hot cocoa in the mug, and picked it up delicately, one finger and her thumb. "I will help fight." Could someone drink hot cocoa in defiance of the fear that she was in a weird safety room hiding from people who might show up and attack her just because of what she was. Yes. Yes she could.
She tapped at her phone again, and silently read down the words on the screen, a prayer for safety. "Nobody should have to be blown up just to keep other people safe. We're not doing that."
Jono shook his head, once again wishing he could sigh dramatically. He pulled out his notebook and glanced at Matt before turning to look around at the other three before writing down another message and pushing it gently towards Paige. Anyone like music?
Paige read the note aloud before responding, “Sure, I love music. Anyone else?”
"Speakers are over there," Matt switched one of the computer screens so the music app came up. "You guys pick or I'm playing hard rock."
