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Haroun al-Rashid and Madelyn Bartlett - HeliX Party
Who: Haroun al-Rashid, Madelyn Bartlett
Where: HeliX Party
When: Saturday evening
What Happens: They dance, of course! Haroun gives his philosophy on life, which appeals to the good Doctor
Haroun, fresh off the dance floor, smiled at Alison as she headed over to where her suitemate stood. Taking the better part of valor, he looked around the crowds until he saw Madelyn standing off by herself. Couldn't have any of that, so he walked over to her and smiled his most charming smile. "You look positively ravishing." he said with an admiring head-to-toe glance. "Far more daring than I expected."
"I thought that since I was going to shock people with the whole dressing up thing, I might as well go all the way and make it worth it," she replied, smiling and doing a little spin for him so he could appreciate the full effect. "I'm glad you like it. Are you having a good time?"
Haroun grinned as the good Doctor spun, and then nodded. "Indeed. This has been very relaxing. A little boring, but very relaxing." he smirked. "I got used to parties that were a little wilder."
Madelyn raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? Don't tell me that underneath that responsible role model exterior beats the heart of a true raver?" she asked with a grin of her own. "And it's the problem with fund raisers - you have to be terribly conservative in case you offend the money."
Haroun nodded sadly. "I was a reckless and wild youth. Leather and spikes and earsplitting metal." he grinned. "I've calmed down a lot since then." His face fell just a bit, but he kept his pleasant demeanor in his voice. "So how about you - do you like the slow and sedate mingle, or do you like it a little more frantic and lively?"
"A little from column A, a little from column B?" Madelyn slipped her arm through his, seeing that mood change. "I was one of those precocious teens, too busy studying to actually have much of a social life, but once I was at the Academy, I learned to enjoy the odd kegger or two. More beer and pool than spikes and leather, though."
Haroun grinned. "Did my fair share of those, too." he said with a smile. "Well, before the accident, anyway. I missed about three years straight of my higher education career being bedridden and/or under the knife." he said with a sad smile. But he looked over at Madelyn, and grinned suddenly. "This isn't the time or place for dark memories. I think the band's discovered that they are, in fact, alive. Up for a dance?"
"Thought you'd never ask, and then I was going to have to pine after you for the rest of the night," said the doctor with a melodramatic sigh that ended in a chuckle.
"I like a certain degree of pining, but there comes a time to quit teasing and follow through. Or so I hear." he said with a grin, and escorted Maddy out onto the floor. The music was as lively as it was going to get for this sort of an event, and Haroun was a passable dancer - for a man whose lower half was artificial. He managed to not step on Madelyn's feet once, although there was a close call or two.
Luckily for Madelyn's toes, she _was_ a good dancer, surprisingly so, managing to whisk her feet out from underneath Haroun's when needed. "So where did you learn to dance like this?" she asked as he spun her lightly around. "Not the thrash metal bars, that's for sure. There's not enough jumping up and down, for a start."
Haroun grinned. "I attended the Snow Valley Institute - where Emma Frost was Headmistress. I've taken Speech and Dance classes - albeit a far more ruthless and efficient version than the watered-down stuff the kids get now."
"I'd heard Emma had mellowed, but I found it hard to believe." Madelyn nodded over Haroun's shoulder at Scott and Betsy (who was ignoring her studiously) and went on. "How'd you attract the attention of Ms Frost, any way? I'm starting to think she's better than Cerebro at finding young mutants."
Haroun grinned. "Outreach program - I came to her attention by submitting an application to the Institute. I knew I was a mutant when I applied, and the interview cinched it. Then when she started to assemble the Hellions, I was a natural fit for the team."
"How very boring of you - I was expecting some tale of high danger and narrow escapes and possibly ninjas," she teased. "Applying and being accepted makes it sound like a job interview, almost."
"It was very much like a job interview. I missed all the interesting parts with the blood and death and the men who came in the night." he said with a pasted-on smile. "They happened when I was back in Morocco."
Madelyn mentally kicked herself. "I'm an insenstive... what's the word Moira uses? Git, I think. That's it, I'm an insensitive git. Sometimes I don't know when not to make a joke." She looked down briefly, ashamed. "Maybe there's a reason why I should stay down in the medlab."
Haroun waved that off. "What's done is done. I lived, the best I can do is honor their memory by living my life to the fullest of my ability. And no angsting. Not tonight. You want to angst, do it later." he cautioned. "Tonight is a happy night, where we give money and dance for them." he said with a wave of his hand towards the milling crowds of mutants and normals.
"No angst," she promised. "Besides, it's not really my thing. Just sometimes I wish I thought more before saying something..." She glanced over at Shiro, dancing uncomfortably with a laughing Clarice. "So, if we're dancing for them, we'd better make it entertaining, no?" she went on brightly, making the effort since he was.
Haroun grinned. "Absolutely. I believe in giving 100% in everything I do - whether that's not stepping on your feet or working out or even just _living_." he said, and then whirled Madelyn out onto the floor to show the young punks how it was _done_. He went all out with outrageous flair, spinning and dipping and doing his best Fred Astaire impression.
Laughing at the expressions on the faces of the students, and at Haroun's sheer enthusiasm Madelyn kept up well, blessing the nuns back in high school for insisting on teaching dance, and her music-loving older brother for keeping her in practice. "A philosophy we'd all do well to consider, Mr al-Rashid," she said, matching his Fred Astaire with a credible Ginger Rogers. The red-blonde hair flying out behind her certainly helped that impression. "Want to teach me?"
Haroun nodded, and briefly stuck his tongue out at Madelyn. "It's not something you can teach, it's just something you _do_. But I'm willing to lead by example and provide encouragement. Mostly, you have to remember that the situation could always be much, much worse. You have to be in touch with yourself, and just celebrate _life_. As a doctor, I think you'd have a head start." he said with a laugh. "You could see death at a moment's notice. So could I - my own. So drink deep from the cup of life, and _live_!"
Where: HeliX Party
When: Saturday evening
What Happens: They dance, of course! Haroun gives his philosophy on life, which appeals to the good Doctor
Haroun, fresh off the dance floor, smiled at Alison as she headed over to where her suitemate stood. Taking the better part of valor, he looked around the crowds until he saw Madelyn standing off by herself. Couldn't have any of that, so he walked over to her and smiled his most charming smile. "You look positively ravishing." he said with an admiring head-to-toe glance. "Far more daring than I expected."
"I thought that since I was going to shock people with the whole dressing up thing, I might as well go all the way and make it worth it," she replied, smiling and doing a little spin for him so he could appreciate the full effect. "I'm glad you like it. Are you having a good time?"
Haroun grinned as the good Doctor spun, and then nodded. "Indeed. This has been very relaxing. A little boring, but very relaxing." he smirked. "I got used to parties that were a little wilder."
Madelyn raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? Don't tell me that underneath that responsible role model exterior beats the heart of a true raver?" she asked with a grin of her own. "And it's the problem with fund raisers - you have to be terribly conservative in case you offend the money."
Haroun nodded sadly. "I was a reckless and wild youth. Leather and spikes and earsplitting metal." he grinned. "I've calmed down a lot since then." His face fell just a bit, but he kept his pleasant demeanor in his voice. "So how about you - do you like the slow and sedate mingle, or do you like it a little more frantic and lively?"
"A little from column A, a little from column B?" Madelyn slipped her arm through his, seeing that mood change. "I was one of those precocious teens, too busy studying to actually have much of a social life, but once I was at the Academy, I learned to enjoy the odd kegger or two. More beer and pool than spikes and leather, though."
Haroun grinned. "Did my fair share of those, too." he said with a smile. "Well, before the accident, anyway. I missed about three years straight of my higher education career being bedridden and/or under the knife." he said with a sad smile. But he looked over at Madelyn, and grinned suddenly. "This isn't the time or place for dark memories. I think the band's discovered that they are, in fact, alive. Up for a dance?"
"Thought you'd never ask, and then I was going to have to pine after you for the rest of the night," said the doctor with a melodramatic sigh that ended in a chuckle.
"I like a certain degree of pining, but there comes a time to quit teasing and follow through. Or so I hear." he said with a grin, and escorted Maddy out onto the floor. The music was as lively as it was going to get for this sort of an event, and Haroun was a passable dancer - for a man whose lower half was artificial. He managed to not step on Madelyn's feet once, although there was a close call or two.
Luckily for Madelyn's toes, she _was_ a good dancer, surprisingly so, managing to whisk her feet out from underneath Haroun's when needed. "So where did you learn to dance like this?" she asked as he spun her lightly around. "Not the thrash metal bars, that's for sure. There's not enough jumping up and down, for a start."
Haroun grinned. "I attended the Snow Valley Institute - where Emma Frost was Headmistress. I've taken Speech and Dance classes - albeit a far more ruthless and efficient version than the watered-down stuff the kids get now."
"I'd heard Emma had mellowed, but I found it hard to believe." Madelyn nodded over Haroun's shoulder at Scott and Betsy (who was ignoring her studiously) and went on. "How'd you attract the attention of Ms Frost, any way? I'm starting to think she's better than Cerebro at finding young mutants."
Haroun grinned. "Outreach program - I came to her attention by submitting an application to the Institute. I knew I was a mutant when I applied, and the interview cinched it. Then when she started to assemble the Hellions, I was a natural fit for the team."
"How very boring of you - I was expecting some tale of high danger and narrow escapes and possibly ninjas," she teased. "Applying and being accepted makes it sound like a job interview, almost."
"It was very much like a job interview. I missed all the interesting parts with the blood and death and the men who came in the night." he said with a pasted-on smile. "They happened when I was back in Morocco."
Madelyn mentally kicked herself. "I'm an insenstive... what's the word Moira uses? Git, I think. That's it, I'm an insensitive git. Sometimes I don't know when not to make a joke." She looked down briefly, ashamed. "Maybe there's a reason why I should stay down in the medlab."
Haroun waved that off. "What's done is done. I lived, the best I can do is honor their memory by living my life to the fullest of my ability. And no angsting. Not tonight. You want to angst, do it later." he cautioned. "Tonight is a happy night, where we give money and dance for them." he said with a wave of his hand towards the milling crowds of mutants and normals.
"No angst," she promised. "Besides, it's not really my thing. Just sometimes I wish I thought more before saying something..." She glanced over at Shiro, dancing uncomfortably with a laughing Clarice. "So, if we're dancing for them, we'd better make it entertaining, no?" she went on brightly, making the effort since he was.
Haroun grinned. "Absolutely. I believe in giving 100% in everything I do - whether that's not stepping on your feet or working out or even just _living_." he said, and then whirled Madelyn out onto the floor to show the young punks how it was _done_. He went all out with outrageous flair, spinning and dipping and doing his best Fred Astaire impression.
Laughing at the expressions on the faces of the students, and at Haroun's sheer enthusiasm Madelyn kept up well, blessing the nuns back in high school for insisting on teaching dance, and her music-loving older brother for keeping her in practice. "A philosophy we'd all do well to consider, Mr al-Rashid," she said, matching his Fred Astaire with a credible Ginger Rogers. The red-blonde hair flying out behind her certainly helped that impression. "Want to teach me?"
Haroun nodded, and briefly stuck his tongue out at Madelyn. "It's not something you can teach, it's just something you _do_. But I'm willing to lead by example and provide encouragement. Mostly, you have to remember that the situation could always be much, much worse. You have to be in touch with yourself, and just celebrate _life_. As a doctor, I think you'd have a head start." he said with a laugh. "You could see death at a moment's notice. So could I - my own. So drink deep from the cup of life, and _live_!"
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And now he's a cybernetic X-Man. Does he miss the spikes, at least? :)