Jay and Emily - Good Morning!
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xp_logsJay and Emily meet each other over breakfast.
Jay came into the kitchen of the Mansion, yawning and stretching both his right arm and his right wing. His wing brushed one of the cabinets before pulling back in and settling with a slight ruffle of feathers while Jay blearily looked for coffee grounds. He hadn't really noticed the other occupant of the kitchen.
“Wow,” Emily said.
She’d been eating coco pops, but her spoon hung halfway to her mouth as she watched the attractive boy in front of her.
“Um, that is to say, hi!”
"Oh. Good morning," Jay said, turning to look at the kid. She looked probably teenager age- were all the teenagers here redheads. He ruffled his wings, uncomfortable with the oogling.
Emily blushed and dropped her eyes to her cereal, taking a quick bite to cover up her embarrassment. Great, now she was making people feel weird.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird.” she muttered through the mouthful. “Your wings are really cool?”
That explained the staring at least. Sometimes Jay forgot that even with mutants wings weren't an every day sight. After all, he'd only met Warren as someone else who had them.
"Oh. Thank you."
“Can you fly?”
Emily took another bite of her cereal and chewed quietly as she waited for Jay to answer. Flight should be a thing wings could do but given what she knew about birds, she’d have several very important anatomy questions that she would never in a million years ask but would think very hard about if the answer was yes.
"Yeah, and much easier now they ain't sprained all the time," Jay said, happy to answer any questions he knew how to answer about flying. Of course, he didn't know very much about how he flew- it was all instinctual, like his body wanted to be in the air and he just had to let it.
“You sprained your wings?” Emily asked, wondering just how one could actively do that. It seemed like it would be hard given they were on his back. “How?”
"Binding them. Don't suggest doin' that," Jay said, trying to brush past it all together.
“Oh! You had to hide? I thought we were safe here.”
Emily let her spoon rest in what was left of her bowl of coco pops, sudden panic surging at the idea she might need to move again. Why hadn’t they warned her? If America was no better, why had they moved her here?
He realized too slowly that she was Australian and that it wasn't exactly safe over there for mutants too slowly. "Oh no!" He said, backtracking. "I wouldn't have been arrested or nothin', some folks just would have been jerks and I weren't ready to face that or that I was a mutant. 'Sides, woulda had to bind them anyways for safety when I was in the mines."
He hoped that his panicked explanation made her feel better, but knew it probably didn't.
Emily’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached into the pockets of the jacket she was wearing and pulled out a small notebook and pen. She quickly jotted down several sentences as she attempted to ride the wave of panic that had abruptly swamped her, giving Jay a shakey smile as she placed both notebook and pen back into her pockets and picked up the spoon again.
“Sorry. It’s um. I’ve not been here long,” Emily said, breathing out slowly as she pushed her cereal around. “You worked in a mine?”
He waited for her to be finished with her notes, not wanting to make her even more panicked. Jay felt so horrible to make her feel so scared. "You don't gotta apologize for nothing," Jay assured her, nodding kindly. "And yeah, from when I was sixteen up until last December I was a miner."
“That seems pretty dangerous,” Emily noted, but she seemed a little less freaked out now as she finished her cereal. She'd wanted a cup of tea as well but had to settle for orange juice when she couldn't find the blend she preferred. She'd need to talk to one of the English types, or possibly Madin to find out where to get it, if they had it. “Your folks didn't mind that?”
"Someone needed to make up my daddy's income after he died and Sam went to Muir Island, and I weren't never good at school." Jay said with a shrug, like it was the most normal thing in the world- which to him, it was. He was glad to see that Emily didn't seem as freaked out now.
“I’m so sorry,” Emily replied, wondering what you could really say to something like that. It wasn't like stock phrases were any help, even if they were the glue that held chance social interactions together. “That sounds like a lot.”
"It weren't nothing," Jay said with a shrug. "Common enough where I'm from." He knew this was probably awkward for her, so he changed the subject. "How're you gettin' used to bein' here?"
“Oh! People have been really nice and my room is awesome. Plus, the tech they gave us is state of the art so that's kinda awesome too. I mean, it's not every place that just dumps a phone and laptop on you the minute you move in.”
Emily carefully avoided any room elephants that were the multiple abductions and attempts at possible murder or maybe canabalism…did it count as canabalism when the creatures were memes…during what had been only her first month. She felt like that kind of thing could only be covered by some form of ‘well, you know, given everything’ hand waving and it was too early in the morning for broad gestures.
Jay nodded, taking Emily's lack of mention to the two kidnappings as a sign she didn't want to talk about them with a stranger. And he couldn't blame her- he wouldn't want to either. "You getting used to America okay? You're Australian, right?"
“It’s big,” Emily replied with a shy smile, not wanting to say anything that might possibly offend. “Once I’ve got the whole magic thing under control they were saying I could enroll in the local school, which will be an experience. Oh, yeah, I’m an Aussie. The um, accent tends to give us away.”
He laughed at her statement. "It sure is big. I ain't even from another country, and the city and area is a lot for me. You do good in school, okay?"
If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what was, which meant it was time for her to escape to whatever it was Amanda would have her doing today.
“Speaking of, I should get going. Magic waits for no man or woman.”
Jay came into the kitchen of the Mansion, yawning and stretching both his right arm and his right wing. His wing brushed one of the cabinets before pulling back in and settling with a slight ruffle of feathers while Jay blearily looked for coffee grounds. He hadn't really noticed the other occupant of the kitchen.
“Wow,” Emily said.
She’d been eating coco pops, but her spoon hung halfway to her mouth as she watched the attractive boy in front of her.
“Um, that is to say, hi!”
"Oh. Good morning," Jay said, turning to look at the kid. She looked probably teenager age- were all the teenagers here redheads. He ruffled his wings, uncomfortable with the oogling.
Emily blushed and dropped her eyes to her cereal, taking a quick bite to cover up her embarrassment. Great, now she was making people feel weird.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make it weird.” she muttered through the mouthful. “Your wings are really cool?”
That explained the staring at least. Sometimes Jay forgot that even with mutants wings weren't an every day sight. After all, he'd only met Warren as someone else who had them.
"Oh. Thank you."
“Can you fly?”
Emily took another bite of her cereal and chewed quietly as she waited for Jay to answer. Flight should be a thing wings could do but given what she knew about birds, she’d have several very important anatomy questions that she would never in a million years ask but would think very hard about if the answer was yes.
"Yeah, and much easier now they ain't sprained all the time," Jay said, happy to answer any questions he knew how to answer about flying. Of course, he didn't know very much about how he flew- it was all instinctual, like his body wanted to be in the air and he just had to let it.
“You sprained your wings?” Emily asked, wondering just how one could actively do that. It seemed like it would be hard given they were on his back. “How?”
"Binding them. Don't suggest doin' that," Jay said, trying to brush past it all together.
“Oh! You had to hide? I thought we were safe here.”
Emily let her spoon rest in what was left of her bowl of coco pops, sudden panic surging at the idea she might need to move again. Why hadn’t they warned her? If America was no better, why had they moved her here?
He realized too slowly that she was Australian and that it wasn't exactly safe over there for mutants too slowly. "Oh no!" He said, backtracking. "I wouldn't have been arrested or nothin', some folks just would have been jerks and I weren't ready to face that or that I was a mutant. 'Sides, woulda had to bind them anyways for safety when I was in the mines."
He hoped that his panicked explanation made her feel better, but knew it probably didn't.
Emily’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached into the pockets of the jacket she was wearing and pulled out a small notebook and pen. She quickly jotted down several sentences as she attempted to ride the wave of panic that had abruptly swamped her, giving Jay a shakey smile as she placed both notebook and pen back into her pockets and picked up the spoon again.
“Sorry. It’s um. I’ve not been here long,” Emily said, breathing out slowly as she pushed her cereal around. “You worked in a mine?”
He waited for her to be finished with her notes, not wanting to make her even more panicked. Jay felt so horrible to make her feel so scared. "You don't gotta apologize for nothing," Jay assured her, nodding kindly. "And yeah, from when I was sixteen up until last December I was a miner."
“That seems pretty dangerous,” Emily noted, but she seemed a little less freaked out now as she finished her cereal. She'd wanted a cup of tea as well but had to settle for orange juice when she couldn't find the blend she preferred. She'd need to talk to one of the English types, or possibly Madin to find out where to get it, if they had it. “Your folks didn't mind that?”
"Someone needed to make up my daddy's income after he died and Sam went to Muir Island, and I weren't never good at school." Jay said with a shrug, like it was the most normal thing in the world- which to him, it was. He was glad to see that Emily didn't seem as freaked out now.
“I’m so sorry,” Emily replied, wondering what you could really say to something like that. It wasn't like stock phrases were any help, even if they were the glue that held chance social interactions together. “That sounds like a lot.”
"It weren't nothing," Jay said with a shrug. "Common enough where I'm from." He knew this was probably awkward for her, so he changed the subject. "How're you gettin' used to bein' here?"
“Oh! People have been really nice and my room is awesome. Plus, the tech they gave us is state of the art so that's kinda awesome too. I mean, it's not every place that just dumps a phone and laptop on you the minute you move in.”
Emily carefully avoided any room elephants that were the multiple abductions and attempts at possible murder or maybe canabalism…did it count as canabalism when the creatures were memes…during what had been only her first month. She felt like that kind of thing could only be covered by some form of ‘well, you know, given everything’ hand waving and it was too early in the morning for broad gestures.
Jay nodded, taking Emily's lack of mention to the two kidnappings as a sign she didn't want to talk about them with a stranger. And he couldn't blame her- he wouldn't want to either. "You getting used to America okay? You're Australian, right?"
“It’s big,” Emily replied with a shy smile, not wanting to say anything that might possibly offend. “Once I’ve got the whole magic thing under control they were saying I could enroll in the local school, which will be an experience. Oh, yeah, I’m an Aussie. The um, accent tends to give us away.”
He laughed at her statement. "It sure is big. I ain't even from another country, and the city and area is a lot for me. You do good in school, okay?"
If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what was, which meant it was time for her to escape to whatever it was Amanda would have her doing today.
“Speaking of, I should get going. Magic waits for no man or woman.”
