Backdated Log: Matt & Ashley
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xp_logsWherein Matt & Ashley see a Broadway show and get cookies. The state fair is discussed.
"Breathe," Matt advised as they left the theater, not through the main doors at the front of the theater, but through the back doors on the side street. His cane arced smoothly in front of him as he led her through the dim space, "You can't tell Jessie or anyone else about this if you're dead," he added.
"I can, I will haunt her, tell her and then die happy." Ashley said, still slightly dazed. A year plus in New York and she'd seen shows - small ones, off-broadway ones, she'd never had the time and money at the same time to do a real Broadway show. "I'll leave her all my worldly goods, except my hair dye, she doesn't need that, she can donate it to some poor person who was also cursed with a stupid natural hair color." She plucked one lock of hair away from her head. "My hair's dyed dark brown, because it comes in a stupid shade of orange, and you know who doesn't get cast for Fanny Brice? A girl with carrot hair."
"I will take your word on that... Carrot Top," Matt teased gently, "Actually, my hair was red when I was little. It got darker when I got older, I've been told it's a dark auburn brown? But it's still red to me."
"It's basically auburn. I bet if you're out in the sun you get some beautiful red highlights." Ashley explained. "Red is a great color for hair. Orange is a stupid one. Well, some people can do orange, I can't, my real hair and eyebrows look less natural than dyed, it's so funny. Genetics are silly."
"Well, there are people who are blue and purple and likely other colours at the mansion. I am sure the orange is workable," Matt answered, "And you have the personality that you could work it, if you wanted." Not wanting to was valid though.
Ashley made a little huffing noise. "But I don't wanna make it work.It's more work to make it work than it is to dye it. anyway okay so, you know who Orville Peck is, right? I mean. I hope you do because he is like, the face of queer country. He wears a mask, but not for identity things, it's like. " She gestured broadly with her free hand. "It's a lone ranger thing it's like his country-music-sona. I've totally heard people speculate he's a mutant too, but he said if he was he'd tell us, he's not into closets."
"Ashley, I'm 39. And I don't live under a rock," even though it sometimes felt like it all the way out at Xavier's. "Of course I know who Orville Peck is," he paused, "You know my uncles are gay, right? I've been involved in pride and gay culture in NYC almost my entire life."
"Nope, post thirty is actually dead." Ashley quipped. "You're a lawyer, so automatically of the undead." She bounced along, mood mercurial despite her frustration about her hair. "I did not know your uncles are gay? Wait, so you and Mr Barton are brothers, right? He's dating Sam, and oh boy, one time I caught Sam borrowing his shirts, and it was... very purple."
"We are. My uncles adopted him, then I was moved from foster care to them and they adopted me, too," which was why all the different last names and all that, "And yes. He's dating Sam. And his purple shirt." Clint apparently liked purple because it was a pleasing shade of gray or whatever it was he saw with his eyes.
"Yeah, also one time I called him Mister Barton and he made this face." Ashley put on an expression of deathly horror - and then blinked. "Um. He had one hand to his mouth and eyes wide and legit like he was considering turning around and walking into the sea to die of being old."
"He's older than me," Matt laughed, "So it serves him right. I can't see expressions though, my powers aren't that nuanced. Don't worry about it," he guided her towards a door to a brightly lit cookie shop.
"That's why I kinda described. Kinda. I can't do the thing he did with his eyes, because his eyes do a whole thing. Molly said he always looks a little concussed because he can make his pupils dilate separately. Wild stuff." Ashley looked around the shop, turned in a circle a few times. "I live here now. Going to amazon myself a tent, live right here forever. Eat nothing but cookies."
"Ironically, two gay men with a passion for design, whether it be interior, fashion, architecture or what have you, ended up with two kids with different vision issues," Matt laughed, thinking on how his dad's bemoaned it. They were so dramatic, but they also took it as an opportunity to look at things another way.
"What cookies look best?" he asked.
"Yes." Ashley answered. "There's a macadamia one I might propose to. Double chocolate looks good. Peanut butter cup. Ooh, sweet corn, I want that for the novelty of it."
"I want two. Both with nuts, pun and deliciousness intended," he informed her with a chuckle. "Also, if you do Amazon yourself a tent, I should inform you of vagrancy laws and that stealth camping is a better option in the long run."
Ashley laughed. "I'm pretty sure Jessie won't let me live here, but I'm also pretty sure I could get her to join me for cookie feasts once a week if I play it right," she said, ordering - and picking up the sweet corn cookie like it was a rare copy of Playbill. "This smells like a county fair. I mean that in the best way."
"Jessie is very reasonable," he agreed, ordering cookies for himself and a coffee, as well as one for Ashley. "Do you go to a lot of county fairs? Because I'd say it smells like Coney Island."
"Wisconsin has an entire association of fairs." Ashley said. "And a lot of dance groups and choirs perform at them, so I've been to so many. So. Many." She waved her hands to emphasize, not that Matt could see it, but the smell of the cookie she was gesturing with moved around enough to get the idea across. "I have opinions on kettle corn and we used to get the five weirdest fair foods and each take a bite because sometimes they're great and sometimes it's a pop rocks crusted chicken sandwich. I need you to imagine how horrible that is because it's really really bad and you're cool so i don't want to make you eat one."
This was an entirely foreign concept to Matt. She might as well have said that she performed on the moon. "Not only did I live on food stamps, I've also been in foster care and Clint is my brother. And I was in college. Eating weird, disgusting foods is not all that much of a threat," he pointed out, "Add in my powers and....yeah. I am not nearly as picky as I could be. And I have almost no gag reflex," hopefully she didn't take that to its other natural conclusion. "We should go to Coney Island. I think you'd like it. Could invite Jesse and Doug, you guys can meet Foggy, make it a weekend or something."
Too late. She absolutely did take it to that conclusion. "I bet that plays great with the boyfriend. The reflex, not the coney island, but maybe that too." She accepted the rest of the cookie order in a pastry box. "We should totally do Coney, I haven't yet and like everyone I know says I should and there's a whole cirque act I wanna see!"
"So then, Coney," he agreed, "Maybe we'll get Marci to come, too. She's always good at amusement parks because she will gladly hold everyone's things while we ride the rides," untrue, she would complain mercilessly, but she would do it. And they would pay her way.
"I don't know who Marci is but I am down. And Jessie will be down or I will divorce her."
"Foggy's girlfriend," he paused so they could order and he handed his card to pay. Most people recognized that tapping or shoving it in the little slot was a lot faster when they did it versus when Matt did it. "She's also a lawyer."
Ashley blinked. "Oh, you're in the complicated polycule! Wow sometimes I think you guys should hand out a chart. Laura's classmates thought Doug was dating someone totally not you."
Was that how he was known? "It's less complicated than it used to be?" He offered weakly. "Who did they think Doug was dating?"
Ashley waved a hand. "Tall, blond, not your brother, weird hands? Anyway, like, Laura thought it was -great-."
"Kyle?" Matt asked, head tilted to the side, Huh. Yeah, okay, I can see that. They're best friends and all that. But he's with Terry."
"Aw, I was rooting for Alison and her. Alison's got a crush."
"Breathe," Matt advised as they left the theater, not through the main doors at the front of the theater, but through the back doors on the side street. His cane arced smoothly in front of him as he led her through the dim space, "You can't tell Jessie or anyone else about this if you're dead," he added.
"I can, I will haunt her, tell her and then die happy." Ashley said, still slightly dazed. A year plus in New York and she'd seen shows - small ones, off-broadway ones, she'd never had the time and money at the same time to do a real Broadway show. "I'll leave her all my worldly goods, except my hair dye, she doesn't need that, she can donate it to some poor person who was also cursed with a stupid natural hair color." She plucked one lock of hair away from her head. "My hair's dyed dark brown, because it comes in a stupid shade of orange, and you know who doesn't get cast for Fanny Brice? A girl with carrot hair."
"I will take your word on that... Carrot Top," Matt teased gently, "Actually, my hair was red when I was little. It got darker when I got older, I've been told it's a dark auburn brown? But it's still red to me."
"It's basically auburn. I bet if you're out in the sun you get some beautiful red highlights." Ashley explained. "Red is a great color for hair. Orange is a stupid one. Well, some people can do orange, I can't, my real hair and eyebrows look less natural than dyed, it's so funny. Genetics are silly."
"Well, there are people who are blue and purple and likely other colours at the mansion. I am sure the orange is workable," Matt answered, "And you have the personality that you could work it, if you wanted." Not wanting to was valid though.
Ashley made a little huffing noise. "But I don't wanna make it work.It's more work to make it work than it is to dye it. anyway okay so, you know who Orville Peck is, right? I mean. I hope you do because he is like, the face of queer country. He wears a mask, but not for identity things, it's like. " She gestured broadly with her free hand. "It's a lone ranger thing it's like his country-music-sona. I've totally heard people speculate he's a mutant too, but he said if he was he'd tell us, he's not into closets."
"Ashley, I'm 39. And I don't live under a rock," even though it sometimes felt like it all the way out at Xavier's. "Of course I know who Orville Peck is," he paused, "You know my uncles are gay, right? I've been involved in pride and gay culture in NYC almost my entire life."
"Nope, post thirty is actually dead." Ashley quipped. "You're a lawyer, so automatically of the undead." She bounced along, mood mercurial despite her frustration about her hair. "I did not know your uncles are gay? Wait, so you and Mr Barton are brothers, right? He's dating Sam, and oh boy, one time I caught Sam borrowing his shirts, and it was... very purple."
"We are. My uncles adopted him, then I was moved from foster care to them and they adopted me, too," which was why all the different last names and all that, "And yes. He's dating Sam. And his purple shirt." Clint apparently liked purple because it was a pleasing shade of gray or whatever it was he saw with his eyes.
"Yeah, also one time I called him Mister Barton and he made this face." Ashley put on an expression of deathly horror - and then blinked. "Um. He had one hand to his mouth and eyes wide and legit like he was considering turning around and walking into the sea to die of being old."
"He's older than me," Matt laughed, "So it serves him right. I can't see expressions though, my powers aren't that nuanced. Don't worry about it," he guided her towards a door to a brightly lit cookie shop.
"That's why I kinda described. Kinda. I can't do the thing he did with his eyes, because his eyes do a whole thing. Molly said he always looks a little concussed because he can make his pupils dilate separately. Wild stuff." Ashley looked around the shop, turned in a circle a few times. "I live here now. Going to amazon myself a tent, live right here forever. Eat nothing but cookies."
"Ironically, two gay men with a passion for design, whether it be interior, fashion, architecture or what have you, ended up with two kids with different vision issues," Matt laughed, thinking on how his dad's bemoaned it. They were so dramatic, but they also took it as an opportunity to look at things another way.
"What cookies look best?" he asked.
"Yes." Ashley answered. "There's a macadamia one I might propose to. Double chocolate looks good. Peanut butter cup. Ooh, sweet corn, I want that for the novelty of it."
"I want two. Both with nuts, pun and deliciousness intended," he informed her with a chuckle. "Also, if you do Amazon yourself a tent, I should inform you of vagrancy laws and that stealth camping is a better option in the long run."
Ashley laughed. "I'm pretty sure Jessie won't let me live here, but I'm also pretty sure I could get her to join me for cookie feasts once a week if I play it right," she said, ordering - and picking up the sweet corn cookie like it was a rare copy of Playbill. "This smells like a county fair. I mean that in the best way."
"Jessie is very reasonable," he agreed, ordering cookies for himself and a coffee, as well as one for Ashley. "Do you go to a lot of county fairs? Because I'd say it smells like Coney Island."
"Wisconsin has an entire association of fairs." Ashley said. "And a lot of dance groups and choirs perform at them, so I've been to so many. So. Many." She waved her hands to emphasize, not that Matt could see it, but the smell of the cookie she was gesturing with moved around enough to get the idea across. "I have opinions on kettle corn and we used to get the five weirdest fair foods and each take a bite because sometimes they're great and sometimes it's a pop rocks crusted chicken sandwich. I need you to imagine how horrible that is because it's really really bad and you're cool so i don't want to make you eat one."
This was an entirely foreign concept to Matt. She might as well have said that she performed on the moon. "Not only did I live on food stamps, I've also been in foster care and Clint is my brother. And I was in college. Eating weird, disgusting foods is not all that much of a threat," he pointed out, "Add in my powers and....yeah. I am not nearly as picky as I could be. And I have almost no gag reflex," hopefully she didn't take that to its other natural conclusion. "We should go to Coney Island. I think you'd like it. Could invite Jesse and Doug, you guys can meet Foggy, make it a weekend or something."
Too late. She absolutely did take it to that conclusion. "I bet that plays great with the boyfriend. The reflex, not the coney island, but maybe that too." She accepted the rest of the cookie order in a pastry box. "We should totally do Coney, I haven't yet and like everyone I know says I should and there's a whole cirque act I wanna see!"
"So then, Coney," he agreed, "Maybe we'll get Marci to come, too. She's always good at amusement parks because she will gladly hold everyone's things while we ride the rides," untrue, she would complain mercilessly, but she would do it. And they would pay her way.
"I don't know who Marci is but I am down. And Jessie will be down or I will divorce her."
"Foggy's girlfriend," he paused so they could order and he handed his card to pay. Most people recognized that tapping or shoving it in the little slot was a lot faster when they did it versus when Matt did it. "She's also a lawyer."
Ashley blinked. "Oh, you're in the complicated polycule! Wow sometimes I think you guys should hand out a chart. Laura's classmates thought Doug was dating someone totally not you."
Was that how he was known? "It's less complicated than it used to be?" He offered weakly. "Who did they think Doug was dating?"
Ashley waved a hand. "Tall, blond, not your brother, weird hands? Anyway, like, Laura thought it was -great-."
"Kyle?" Matt asked, head tilted to the side, Huh. Yeah, okay, I can see that. They're best friends and all that. But he's with Terry."
"Aw, I was rooting for Alison and her. Alison's got a crush."
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Date: 2025-11-29 02:04 am (UTC)(also, there's some OOC comments on the end of this log you might want to edit out. ;) )
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Date: 2025-11-29 02:14 am (UTC)I was so focused on getting the tagging on my tablet that I totally missed the ooc! it's edited now!