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xp_logs(Backdated) Alani meets with Tommy to check in with how he's settling in.
Alani was well aware of the fact that she’d dropped the ball. It had become and unfortunate fact that she was behind on knowing the goings on of the mansion. Which was why she’d reached out to the white-haired boy, intent on offering any resources she could on a one-on-one basis, former classroom rearranged with that in mind. Successful bake set out in an offering for inviting. To her best attempt, at least. “Butter mochi, if you’d like some.”
She tapped one thumb against the other in a soundless rhythm before she spoke again. “I’m sorry, Tommy, I haven’t been the best mentor for Generation X, lately. But I was hoping you’d be willing to let me try? I know it couldn’t have been the easiest for you.” When was it, for mutant kids? “But I’m hoping the mansion can help you with anything you want to accomplish.”
Tommy was wholly distracted by shoving a few slices of the treat in his mouth at a concerning speed to hear most of the spiel. Food was food. "Mmph? Oh um-" A few swallows later and he cleared his throat. "It's fine. I've been fine. Better than prison. This is really good by the way."
He had heard it all before. Social workers, case workers, court appointed therapists, blah blah blah.
“Thanks… I’m honestly a terrible cook compared to a lot of people here, I’m actually hoping Sharon will be making treats for Pal-Entines, but I’ve been missed home, so I’ve watching a lot of YouTube between my classes, all to say I’m really glad you like it — I am a talker, my mouth gets my in trouble, but enough about me,” there was a rhythm to her words that flowed, she fell into it easily, but reigning herself back in, Alani gave him an assuredly awkward smile.
“I try not to read files unless explicitly asked, not everyone comes here under the best circumstances, and I don’t like to make up biased in my head, so, I don’t know anything about you.” There was a raise to her shoulders at the admittance. “I prefer getting information from people, being told what they want or need to achieve goals in their lives no matter what that might look like. Do you think that’s something you want right now?”
The white-haired mutant drummed his fingers on the table. "Dunno." He had figured that he would stay in lock up forever, and hadn't yet given much thought to life beyond that now that he lived here. Did he have actual goals beyond making something edible for dinner? Mmmm. "Oh, I know! I don't wanna be in these dumb remedial classes anymore. I'm not stupid. Not my fault they didn't fucking teach me anything inside." It was embarrassing having to trudge to the class for "special" kids while Billy got to be normal and do normal things.
"Okay," Alani agreed almost immediately with him, writing down the request and underlining it. "I think we could definitely do that, Tommy. Do you think you'd like to go to Bayville? Would you wanna be in a class with your fellow Generation X students? Or somewhere in the city, if you have your heart set there?" This was asked as she looked back at him, trying to make sure she wasn't missing anything.
He shrugged. "Would something in the city be more interesting than here? Bayville seems boring not gonna lie." Billy was the only one going there as far as he knew, everyone else having graduated already or in mansion classes (the ginger girl and the pink girl). "But maybe Billy will get lonely."
"I think if you’d want to make sure Billy isn’t lonely, something could be worked out with the school,” she offered after a moment of thought. “I came after high school, so unfortunately I don’t have any first hand experience from the school culture, I will say what students do attend seem to experience perfectly normal secondary education. But we can also always try a hybrid if you want to be allowed to take some time.”
Absentmindedly, her right hand circled her left wrist, at the red markings below. “If you’re alright answering — have you had an opportunity to meet the other Generation X students?”
Tommy shrugged yet again in regard to the options Alani offered. He'd have to ask Billy about it.
"Oh yeah, I've met loads. How many people live here anyways?" The boy began counting out on his fingers, "The ginger one, the pink one, the kinda scary one with the dark hair... Laura! That's her name. So many people with country accents. And furries? Haven't talked to either of them but I've seen them."
"Boy ginger or girl ginger? Oh yeah, many countries and the accents that come with them…Huh. Honestly, I’m surprised Sharon hasn’t introduced herself to you,” though Alani’s musings were accompanied by an amused start to a smile. “I think we have… upwards of sixty residents? I’ve never actually done a head count.”
And she transcribed what he said to the best of her ability. “Is there anything you like? Hobbies? Spare time activities? A lot of people means we have all sorts.”
He wasn't sure on the ginger front, but to the hobbies he responded, "Umm, I like running. Video games, though I think I may have broken one of the controllers in the rec room from going too fast. Sorry about that..." His eyes darted to the side for a second. "I dunno really. I do stuff with Billy sometimes, but he's busy with his musical theater shit a lot."
Alani simply gave a slight shrug at the possibility that a control was broken. “If you broke one, it’s fine, things can be replaced. I’m glad you were having fun.” Tapping her fingers again she paused. “Have you, uh, have you tried to see your top speeds yet? Would that be something you’d want to try and find?” And there was a hope in the question, though she tried to keep that in control.
“It’s something we can try here, and I’m not even gonna lie, I love learning about other people’s powers. We also have horses for riding, we raise our own chickens and have gardens that you’re welcome to. Aaand now I can’t think of things, but I know there’s more.” A slight laugh left as she tried to offer what they had.
"Uh." And for a moment he was back at a lab, surrounded by scientists wondering the same question, though he never knew if they figured it out. Tommy smothered that thought with a grin. "Not sure. Fast. Fastest person I know." Fast enough where he could slip past the cameras that covered this place seemingly undetected, for one.
Her enjoyment of his antics was evident, amusement clear, as she looked down to make a note for herself. "Well, I'm glad you're confident. I was not when I got here, and especially not about my power... s. My powers, plural, which I was not aware of." The exhale was still had a slight edge to it, eyes dropping. "If you'd like, there are bus passes we can get you if you might wanna get your own games for your own space. I personally had a long time where I locked myself indoors and played a lot of Harvest Moon, old Animal Crossing from when my cousins were kids... and Stardew Valley. I got very good at fishing minigames is what I'm saying."
Tommy wasn't really an emotions guy, so he didn't even attempt to tease that thread further. "Yeah, that'd be chill. I've been mostly running everywhere, but my shoes keep getting holes in them. Hurts like hell to go on these roads barefoot." Though he preferred the shooty-stabby variety of video games. And Temple Run. He was a god at Temple Run.
"Could be going too fast," the offered answer was immediate as the thought occurred to her. Her eyes had dropped to his feet, shoes really examining. Could she get Hank to make shoes? She wasn't sure why not, he'd likely find the problem fascinating. "It's not at all uncommon for people to need specialized clothing, so I'm sure someone could get you shoes built to take the heat of going as fast as you can. Do you have a preference? Sneakers? Hightops? Those weird shoes with toes?"
His nose crinkled. "No toes shoes. Running shoes are the most comfortable, but I haven't worn them in a while. Too expensive. Normally just wear whatever." His parents had gotten fed up and would hand him a five dollar bill to go find something at the thrift store. Later he'd steal them. At the facility they had him in these flimsy rubber ones.
A brow raised, but still Alani made a note of 'no preference’ with the hope that Hank would view the work as fun. Who didn’t like a little designing with freedom. “Well lucky you, a ton of rich people live here and most don’t care about throwing their money at things.”
Realization froze her. Why hadn’t she thought of that. “Do you need any other clothes or toiletries or — well anything? We can get you a card, easy peasy.”
"A card?" Tommy regarded the request with mild suspicion. "I think I have everything I need. Deodorant, 3-in-1, Axe, shaving stuff..." He counted them off on his fingers, pondering. "-clothes from around. Billy's mom keeps sending stuff too. She's chill."
The mention of a 3-in-1 made her cringe visibly. There was no covering that up, but she did do her best to move on to everything else he'd said. "Which sounds nice! You don't have to, I want to make that clear. I just thought, well, it might be nice to have the ability to buy yourself what you wanted."
He considered it for all of two seconds, which was a long time for him really. “That’d be cool I guess.”
“I thought so too,” Alani nodded, finally getting up to open a drawer and fiddle with the contents.
A credit card was set down for him, before she smiled sheepishly. "This is what I do for my community members, it's a five hundred dollar gift card, but I'm going to get you a credit card for yourself, just need to talk to a financial benefactor."
Which sounded fancy. But he guessed that a posh place like this would have those. "Um, thanks. I appreciate it."
Her smile remained though her brows knit. “Of course.” A beat. “I know this is a change, but Tommy, please tell me if you need anything, okay? I’m not an amazing cook, but I make okay meals if you’d like stuff to keep your fridge stocked up. There’s also a snack shelf on the second floor, if you wanna go through that or have recommendations of things we get.”
“And I’ll get this schooling request in,” Alani added, face relaxing, smile hopeful.
“Okay. Will do.” His leg bounced up and down in his seat absentmindedly. “Am I good to go now or?”
"Of course, thank you for your time, Tommy." She made her way to the door to show he was free to leave. Who would be a good mentor? She'd have to pick Sam's brain. "Take care, dear."
“Word. See ya.” And with that he was away, leaving a slight breeze in his wake.
Alani was well aware of the fact that she’d dropped the ball. It had become and unfortunate fact that she was behind on knowing the goings on of the mansion. Which was why she’d reached out to the white-haired boy, intent on offering any resources she could on a one-on-one basis, former classroom rearranged with that in mind. Successful bake set out in an offering for inviting. To her best attempt, at least. “Butter mochi, if you’d like some.”
She tapped one thumb against the other in a soundless rhythm before she spoke again. “I’m sorry, Tommy, I haven’t been the best mentor for Generation X, lately. But I was hoping you’d be willing to let me try? I know it couldn’t have been the easiest for you.” When was it, for mutant kids? “But I’m hoping the mansion can help you with anything you want to accomplish.”
Tommy was wholly distracted by shoving a few slices of the treat in his mouth at a concerning speed to hear most of the spiel. Food was food. "Mmph? Oh um-" A few swallows later and he cleared his throat. "It's fine. I've been fine. Better than prison. This is really good by the way."
He had heard it all before. Social workers, case workers, court appointed therapists, blah blah blah.
“Thanks… I’m honestly a terrible cook compared to a lot of people here, I’m actually hoping Sharon will be making treats for Pal-Entines, but I’ve been missed home, so I’ve watching a lot of YouTube between my classes, all to say I’m really glad you like it — I am a talker, my mouth gets my in trouble, but enough about me,” there was a rhythm to her words that flowed, she fell into it easily, but reigning herself back in, Alani gave him an assuredly awkward smile.
“I try not to read files unless explicitly asked, not everyone comes here under the best circumstances, and I don’t like to make up biased in my head, so, I don’t know anything about you.” There was a raise to her shoulders at the admittance. “I prefer getting information from people, being told what they want or need to achieve goals in their lives no matter what that might look like. Do you think that’s something you want right now?”
The white-haired mutant drummed his fingers on the table. "Dunno." He had figured that he would stay in lock up forever, and hadn't yet given much thought to life beyond that now that he lived here. Did he have actual goals beyond making something edible for dinner? Mmmm. "Oh, I know! I don't wanna be in these dumb remedial classes anymore. I'm not stupid. Not my fault they didn't fucking teach me anything inside." It was embarrassing having to trudge to the class for "special" kids while Billy got to be normal and do normal things.
"Okay," Alani agreed almost immediately with him, writing down the request and underlining it. "I think we could definitely do that, Tommy. Do you think you'd like to go to Bayville? Would you wanna be in a class with your fellow Generation X students? Or somewhere in the city, if you have your heart set there?" This was asked as she looked back at him, trying to make sure she wasn't missing anything.
He shrugged. "Would something in the city be more interesting than here? Bayville seems boring not gonna lie." Billy was the only one going there as far as he knew, everyone else having graduated already or in mansion classes (the ginger girl and the pink girl). "But maybe Billy will get lonely."
"I think if you’d want to make sure Billy isn’t lonely, something could be worked out with the school,” she offered after a moment of thought. “I came after high school, so unfortunately I don’t have any first hand experience from the school culture, I will say what students do attend seem to experience perfectly normal secondary education. But we can also always try a hybrid if you want to be allowed to take some time.”
Absentmindedly, her right hand circled her left wrist, at the red markings below. “If you’re alright answering — have you had an opportunity to meet the other Generation X students?”
Tommy shrugged yet again in regard to the options Alani offered. He'd have to ask Billy about it.
"Oh yeah, I've met loads. How many people live here anyways?" The boy began counting out on his fingers, "The ginger one, the pink one, the kinda scary one with the dark hair... Laura! That's her name. So many people with country accents. And furries? Haven't talked to either of them but I've seen them."
"Boy ginger or girl ginger? Oh yeah, many countries and the accents that come with them…Huh. Honestly, I’m surprised Sharon hasn’t introduced herself to you,” though Alani’s musings were accompanied by an amused start to a smile. “I think we have… upwards of sixty residents? I’ve never actually done a head count.”
And she transcribed what he said to the best of her ability. “Is there anything you like? Hobbies? Spare time activities? A lot of people means we have all sorts.”
He wasn't sure on the ginger front, but to the hobbies he responded, "Umm, I like running. Video games, though I think I may have broken one of the controllers in the rec room from going too fast. Sorry about that..." His eyes darted to the side for a second. "I dunno really. I do stuff with Billy sometimes, but he's busy with his musical theater shit a lot."
Alani simply gave a slight shrug at the possibility that a control was broken. “If you broke one, it’s fine, things can be replaced. I’m glad you were having fun.” Tapping her fingers again she paused. “Have you, uh, have you tried to see your top speeds yet? Would that be something you’d want to try and find?” And there was a hope in the question, though she tried to keep that in control.
“It’s something we can try here, and I’m not even gonna lie, I love learning about other people’s powers. We also have horses for riding, we raise our own chickens and have gardens that you’re welcome to. Aaand now I can’t think of things, but I know there’s more.” A slight laugh left as she tried to offer what they had.
"Uh." And for a moment he was back at a lab, surrounded by scientists wondering the same question, though he never knew if they figured it out. Tommy smothered that thought with a grin. "Not sure. Fast. Fastest person I know." Fast enough where he could slip past the cameras that covered this place seemingly undetected, for one.
Her enjoyment of his antics was evident, amusement clear, as she looked down to make a note for herself. "Well, I'm glad you're confident. I was not when I got here, and especially not about my power... s. My powers, plural, which I was not aware of." The exhale was still had a slight edge to it, eyes dropping. "If you'd like, there are bus passes we can get you if you might wanna get your own games for your own space. I personally had a long time where I locked myself indoors and played a lot of Harvest Moon, old Animal Crossing from when my cousins were kids... and Stardew Valley. I got very good at fishing minigames is what I'm saying."
Tommy wasn't really an emotions guy, so he didn't even attempt to tease that thread further. "Yeah, that'd be chill. I've been mostly running everywhere, but my shoes keep getting holes in them. Hurts like hell to go on these roads barefoot." Though he preferred the shooty-stabby variety of video games. And Temple Run. He was a god at Temple Run.
"Could be going too fast," the offered answer was immediate as the thought occurred to her. Her eyes had dropped to his feet, shoes really examining. Could she get Hank to make shoes? She wasn't sure why not, he'd likely find the problem fascinating. "It's not at all uncommon for people to need specialized clothing, so I'm sure someone could get you shoes built to take the heat of going as fast as you can. Do you have a preference? Sneakers? Hightops? Those weird shoes with toes?"
His nose crinkled. "No toes shoes. Running shoes are the most comfortable, but I haven't worn them in a while. Too expensive. Normally just wear whatever." His parents had gotten fed up and would hand him a five dollar bill to go find something at the thrift store. Later he'd steal them. At the facility they had him in these flimsy rubber ones.
A brow raised, but still Alani made a note of 'no preference’ with the hope that Hank would view the work as fun. Who didn’t like a little designing with freedom. “Well lucky you, a ton of rich people live here and most don’t care about throwing their money at things.”
Realization froze her. Why hadn’t she thought of that. “Do you need any other clothes or toiletries or — well anything? We can get you a card, easy peasy.”
"A card?" Tommy regarded the request with mild suspicion. "I think I have everything I need. Deodorant, 3-in-1, Axe, shaving stuff..." He counted them off on his fingers, pondering. "-clothes from around. Billy's mom keeps sending stuff too. She's chill."
The mention of a 3-in-1 made her cringe visibly. There was no covering that up, but she did do her best to move on to everything else he'd said. "Which sounds nice! You don't have to, I want to make that clear. I just thought, well, it might be nice to have the ability to buy yourself what you wanted."
He considered it for all of two seconds, which was a long time for him really. “That’d be cool I guess.”
“I thought so too,” Alani nodded, finally getting up to open a drawer and fiddle with the contents.
A credit card was set down for him, before she smiled sheepishly. "This is what I do for my community members, it's a five hundred dollar gift card, but I'm going to get you a credit card for yourself, just need to talk to a financial benefactor."
Which sounded fancy. But he guessed that a posh place like this would have those. "Um, thanks. I appreciate it."
Her smile remained though her brows knit. “Of course.” A beat. “I know this is a change, but Tommy, please tell me if you need anything, okay? I’m not an amazing cook, but I make okay meals if you’d like stuff to keep your fridge stocked up. There’s also a snack shelf on the second floor, if you wanna go through that or have recommendations of things we get.”
“And I’ll get this schooling request in,” Alani added, face relaxing, smile hopeful.
“Okay. Will do.” His leg bounced up and down in his seat absentmindedly. “Am I good to go now or?”
"Of course, thank you for your time, Tommy." She made her way to the door to show he was free to leave. Who would be a good mentor? She'd have to pick Sam's brain. "Take care, dear."
“Word. See ya.” And with that he was away, leaving a slight breeze in his wake.
