Maya and Jay - Haint Blue
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xp_logsMaya and Jay chat on the porch while he repaints the ceiling.
It was too nice of a day to spend inside, especially when he'd managed to get his hands on haint blue paint. It wasn't the exact color he'd wanted, but Jay figured it was close enough. From the way he understood it, intention mattered a lot. Besides, the whole point was to mimic the sky and the sky was plenty of shades throughout the day.
Then again, who knew if ghosts this far north even followed the same rules as where he'd come from.
Despite his wings, he's brought a ladder because he doubted he'd be able to hover in the confined space of the porch. It wasn't until he was setting the ladder up that he realized anyone was in the porch swing on the other side of the door.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Maya drawled as she took a sip from the tall glass of ice tea she’d pilfered from the fridge in one of the sub-kitchens. She’d make some later to replace it when she wasn’t trying to push her way through the pain in her foot. Who knew healing a gun-shot would take so much time, or be so annoying? “We talked on the journals. Jay, right?”
"That's right," He said as he went back to setting up the ladder. He glanced at her again to try to match a journal icon to the face. "Maya, is it? You offered to help with comprehension on that quote you posted." He had the ladder set so he could start in one of the corners. He doubted he would get to the whole ceiling while it was still light out, having started on a whim- he'd been doing most things on nervous energy whims lately. He started to pry the paint can open. He should have got more than one can...
“A colour to ward off ghosts,” Maya noted when she saw the almost sky blue. She’d heard the stories behind it, although unlike her Grandfather’s practices she couldn’t verify its authenticity or effectiveness. “You expecting many spirits?”
He paused, surprised by her recognizing the practice. "Better safe than sorry, 'least that's what my Mamaw always said," he said. Really, he just wanted to do something that made him feel halfway useful. Something that reminded him of home. Besides... "Seems like the type of place that'd be haunted, what with M-Day and all and it being a school for mutants." It felt gauche to bring up the tragedy, but that was exactly the sort of thing that caused ghosts.
“I don’t think paint does much for memories,” Maya said and took another sip, adjusting herself slightly so she could better see Jay. “But you’re not wrong. Amanda could tell you more though, she’s the one with connections to places.”
"Hopefully none 'o them mean no harm but..." Jay shook his head. Any violent death left someone hurt, whether it was the ghost or those left behind. He'd know. "No reason to let no one in neither. This place has already been destroyed once since I've been here. And it does no harm. Roof needed repainting anyways." It could have easily waited until summer though.
“It’s a good gesture,” Maya said, examining the ladder and the rest of the gear Jay had brought. “You sure you don’t want a spray gun for this?”
It was an idle question, no judgement at all as she enjoyed the crisp feel of the afternoon air. No matter how cold it got, she’d always prefer the outdoors.
To be quite honest, the thought hadn't crossed his mind once. That's how it was when he got a hold of an jdea- he didn't exactly always think them through. He shrugged as he climbed up the ladder. "Don't mind things taking a while."
In the future though, he probably should consider something like that.
It was too nice of a day to spend inside, especially when he'd managed to get his hands on haint blue paint. It wasn't the exact color he'd wanted, but Jay figured it was close enough. From the way he understood it, intention mattered a lot. Besides, the whole point was to mimic the sky and the sky was plenty of shades throughout the day.
Then again, who knew if ghosts this far north even followed the same rules as where he'd come from.
Despite his wings, he's brought a ladder because he doubted he'd be able to hover in the confined space of the porch. It wasn't until he was setting the ladder up that he realized anyone was in the porch swing on the other side of the door.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Maya drawled as she took a sip from the tall glass of ice tea she’d pilfered from the fridge in one of the sub-kitchens. She’d make some later to replace it when she wasn’t trying to push her way through the pain in her foot. Who knew healing a gun-shot would take so much time, or be so annoying? “We talked on the journals. Jay, right?”
"That's right," He said as he went back to setting up the ladder. He glanced at her again to try to match a journal icon to the face. "Maya, is it? You offered to help with comprehension on that quote you posted." He had the ladder set so he could start in one of the corners. He doubted he would get to the whole ceiling while it was still light out, having started on a whim- he'd been doing most things on nervous energy whims lately. He started to pry the paint can open. He should have got more than one can...
“A colour to ward off ghosts,” Maya noted when she saw the almost sky blue. She’d heard the stories behind it, although unlike her Grandfather’s practices she couldn’t verify its authenticity or effectiveness. “You expecting many spirits?”
He paused, surprised by her recognizing the practice. "Better safe than sorry, 'least that's what my Mamaw always said," he said. Really, he just wanted to do something that made him feel halfway useful. Something that reminded him of home. Besides... "Seems like the type of place that'd be haunted, what with M-Day and all and it being a school for mutants." It felt gauche to bring up the tragedy, but that was exactly the sort of thing that caused ghosts.
“I don’t think paint does much for memories,” Maya said and took another sip, adjusting herself slightly so she could better see Jay. “But you’re not wrong. Amanda could tell you more though, she’s the one with connections to places.”
"Hopefully none 'o them mean no harm but..." Jay shook his head. Any violent death left someone hurt, whether it was the ghost or those left behind. He'd know. "No reason to let no one in neither. This place has already been destroyed once since I've been here. And it does no harm. Roof needed repainting anyways." It could have easily waited until summer though.
“It’s a good gesture,” Maya said, examining the ladder and the rest of the gear Jay had brought. “You sure you don’t want a spray gun for this?”
It was an idle question, no judgement at all as she enjoyed the crisp feel of the afternoon air. No matter how cold it got, she’d always prefer the outdoors.
To be quite honest, the thought hadn't crossed his mind once. That's how it was when he got a hold of an jdea- he didn't exactly always think them through. He shrugged as he climbed up the ladder. "Don't mind things taking a while."
In the future though, he probably should consider something like that.
