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xp_logsCue the wayback machine... Amanda notices her roomie is out of sorts and has been for a while, and shamelessly uses the subject of Doug to distract her, as well as that deadliest of weapons... The Puppy Dog Eyes of Doom!
Set the day before Heiress Discordia and Unwell.
"Hey, Angie, have you seen my fags? Could've sworn I had another pack here somewhere..." Amanda was rummaging through the pockets of various items of clothing, looking for her elusive nicotine fix. She was so engrossed, she didn't really take in Marie-Ange's general mood. The French girl had been quiet for a few days, but Amanda had been so busy in the medlab she hadn't really had a chance to notice.
"Non." Marie-Ange raised an eyebrow and scowled. "Are you going to smoke in -here-? Because it smells bad enough as it is." It did. Moss and fur and burnt paper and burnt god only knew what else and she'd had quite enough of the smell pervading her clothes and hair.
"Course not - I always go outside, you know that..."Amanda wrinkled her nose a bit, not really noticing anything particularly _worse_ about the smell. She kept the worst stuff downstairs in her study, and the herbs had never been a bother before. "Um, are you pissed off at me, Angie? 'Cause I can try an' air the place out a bit if you like..."
Well that was -direct-. "Eh. Not really." Marie-Ange said, mostly just wanting not to have this talk, because she'd had it -how- many times already this week? "I am just tired." Except for the part where the room smelled. A lot. And Amanda's music was loud and Manuel was --Manuel-- and there was university and her classes there and a lot of stupid ignorant people there.
"You been sleepin'?" Amanda asked, abandoning her search in favour of sitting on her bed and _looking_ at Marie-Ange. Her roommate did seem tired. And faintly pissed off with the world in general. Amanda was tempted to sneak a peek at her aura, but they'd agreed on no using powers on each other without at least a degree of warning. "I know I haven't been 'round much lately, with all the medlab stuff, or I'd have offered t' help you with that. If you haven't been, that is."
"Do I -ever- sleep?" Marie-Ange said, a bit dryly. "So no, not really. I have too many papers and the morning running and homework and meditation with Nate, as much as that has not been helping lately, and ... " She shrugged. "A lot, so sleep has taken second place again."
"You know if you need it, I could always try the spell..." Amanda offered hesitantly. They'd never really established just how the sleep spell would interact with Marie-Ange's powers. "You seem... I dunno. Stressed, I s'pose. Which isn't hard, in this place, with everythin' happenin'."
"I have -papers-." It was a feeble protest, and Marie-Ange (and most likely Amanda too) knew it was feeble. Also, sad and pathetic, and not very good at all. "And no, I think no crazy sleep magic... I should talk to Dr. MacTaggart before I start playing with anything else to try to sleep and she would just want to have me take a pill or something."
"An' I've got homework from the last two weeks of workin' in medlab bitin' me on the arse..." Amanda shrugged. "Okay, no spells, but you really should do somethin'. Yer gettin' cranky, which ain't a bad thing, since you usually aim that at Lee, but it's messin' with yer whole arguin' technique an' yer soundin' all irrational."
Oh boy. Jubilee. Marie-Ange's -favourite- subject. "I gave up on Jubilee. At least, for now, until I am not bored with wanting to drop concrete blocks on her head..." She shrugged. "Arguing with her is like arguing with a wall. Tiresome, pointless and likely to result in a headache for the person arguing."
"Just as well. 'M tryin' the same thing, but it's hard when she's boastin' 'bout sleepin' with me boyfriend in the journals. Least I don't have t' worry 'bout that any more..." Time to change the subject, since Marie-Ange was already vaguely pissed off, and talking about Jubilee and Manuel only served to make that worse. She went for the usual time-honoured Angie Distraction Technique. "How's Doug?"
"Overworked, but not due to being stupid, so well. Far too quiet lately, but that is Doug for you. School eats his brain and he turns into the anti social Doug-zombie." But Marie-Ange did almost-smile, and talking about Doug, even if it was complaining about his lack of socialness seemed to set her at something like ease.
It was hard not to look smug at the success of the tactic. Guaranteed way to make Marie-Ange smile. Well, something resembling a smile. "He all healed up after bein' stupid?" she asked, a slightly wicked grin crossing her face. "Well, 'm guessin' he is with all the flirtin' you two have been doin' on the journals..."
"Not quite as healed as possible, but good enough." Marie-Ange returned the grin and couldn't help but laugh. "I think he was trying to make up for lost time for a while." She rolled her eyes a bit. "Teenage boys. I think they -all- have healing factors."
"An' when they don't, they just think they do." Amanda rolled her eyes a little. "You still good for helpin' me get ready for this thing with Manny tomorrow? Yer better with the makeup than I am - apparently the whole streetpunk look won't do." She gave Marie-Ange her best pitiful look, the one that usually turned Nathan into jelly. "Like you did in Istanbul?"
"It is not really all that difficult.." Marie-Ange said, by way of minor required protest, before sighing. "You know, you are far too good at the puppy eyes face." Not that she minded all that much, but really, it was disconcerting to see the big blue sad eyes in with the piercings and dyed hair. It was wrong and violated universal laws.
"Yeah, but I want Manny t' blow a gasket when he sees me, an' t' do that I need the expert," Amanda wheedled, taking full advantage of the effect the puppy eyes were having on Marie-Ange. "An' I get lots of practice with Nate. An' Strange - for all he's a master magician, he's a sucker for the puppy eyes." She grinned, ruining the effect. "I'll owe you one. Big time."
Set the day before Heiress Discordia and Unwell.
"Hey, Angie, have you seen my fags? Could've sworn I had another pack here somewhere..." Amanda was rummaging through the pockets of various items of clothing, looking for her elusive nicotine fix. She was so engrossed, she didn't really take in Marie-Ange's general mood. The French girl had been quiet for a few days, but Amanda had been so busy in the medlab she hadn't really had a chance to notice.
"Non." Marie-Ange raised an eyebrow and scowled. "Are you going to smoke in -here-? Because it smells bad enough as it is." It did. Moss and fur and burnt paper and burnt god only knew what else and she'd had quite enough of the smell pervading her clothes and hair.
"Course not - I always go outside, you know that..."Amanda wrinkled her nose a bit, not really noticing anything particularly _worse_ about the smell. She kept the worst stuff downstairs in her study, and the herbs had never been a bother before. "Um, are you pissed off at me, Angie? 'Cause I can try an' air the place out a bit if you like..."
Well that was -direct-. "Eh. Not really." Marie-Ange said, mostly just wanting not to have this talk, because she'd had it -how- many times already this week? "I am just tired." Except for the part where the room smelled. A lot. And Amanda's music was loud and Manuel was --Manuel-- and there was university and her classes there and a lot of stupid ignorant people there.
"You been sleepin'?" Amanda asked, abandoning her search in favour of sitting on her bed and _looking_ at Marie-Ange. Her roommate did seem tired. And faintly pissed off with the world in general. Amanda was tempted to sneak a peek at her aura, but they'd agreed on no using powers on each other without at least a degree of warning. "I know I haven't been 'round much lately, with all the medlab stuff, or I'd have offered t' help you with that. If you haven't been, that is."
"Do I -ever- sleep?" Marie-Ange said, a bit dryly. "So no, not really. I have too many papers and the morning running and homework and meditation with Nate, as much as that has not been helping lately, and ... " She shrugged. "A lot, so sleep has taken second place again."
"You know if you need it, I could always try the spell..." Amanda offered hesitantly. They'd never really established just how the sleep spell would interact with Marie-Ange's powers. "You seem... I dunno. Stressed, I s'pose. Which isn't hard, in this place, with everythin' happenin'."
"I have -papers-." It was a feeble protest, and Marie-Ange (and most likely Amanda too) knew it was feeble. Also, sad and pathetic, and not very good at all. "And no, I think no crazy sleep magic... I should talk to Dr. MacTaggart before I start playing with anything else to try to sleep and she would just want to have me take a pill or something."
"An' I've got homework from the last two weeks of workin' in medlab bitin' me on the arse..." Amanda shrugged. "Okay, no spells, but you really should do somethin'. Yer gettin' cranky, which ain't a bad thing, since you usually aim that at Lee, but it's messin' with yer whole arguin' technique an' yer soundin' all irrational."
Oh boy. Jubilee. Marie-Ange's -favourite- subject. "I gave up on Jubilee. At least, for now, until I am not bored with wanting to drop concrete blocks on her head..." She shrugged. "Arguing with her is like arguing with a wall. Tiresome, pointless and likely to result in a headache for the person arguing."
"Just as well. 'M tryin' the same thing, but it's hard when she's boastin' 'bout sleepin' with me boyfriend in the journals. Least I don't have t' worry 'bout that any more..." Time to change the subject, since Marie-Ange was already vaguely pissed off, and talking about Jubilee and Manuel only served to make that worse. She went for the usual time-honoured Angie Distraction Technique. "How's Doug?"
"Overworked, but not due to being stupid, so well. Far too quiet lately, but that is Doug for you. School eats his brain and he turns into the anti social Doug-zombie." But Marie-Ange did almost-smile, and talking about Doug, even if it was complaining about his lack of socialness seemed to set her at something like ease.
It was hard not to look smug at the success of the tactic. Guaranteed way to make Marie-Ange smile. Well, something resembling a smile. "He all healed up after bein' stupid?" she asked, a slightly wicked grin crossing her face. "Well, 'm guessin' he is with all the flirtin' you two have been doin' on the journals..."
"Not quite as healed as possible, but good enough." Marie-Ange returned the grin and couldn't help but laugh. "I think he was trying to make up for lost time for a while." She rolled her eyes a bit. "Teenage boys. I think they -all- have healing factors."
"An' when they don't, they just think they do." Amanda rolled her eyes a little. "You still good for helpin' me get ready for this thing with Manny tomorrow? Yer better with the makeup than I am - apparently the whole streetpunk look won't do." She gave Marie-Ange her best pitiful look, the one that usually turned Nathan into jelly. "Like you did in Istanbul?"
"It is not really all that difficult.." Marie-Ange said, by way of minor required protest, before sighing. "You know, you are far too good at the puppy eyes face." Not that she minded all that much, but really, it was disconcerting to see the big blue sad eyes in with the piercings and dyed hair. It was wrong and violated universal laws.
"Yeah, but I want Manny t' blow a gasket when he sees me, an' t' do that I need the expert," Amanda wheedled, taking full advantage of the effect the puppy eyes were having on Marie-Ange. "An' I get lots of practice with Nate. An' Strange - for all he's a master magician, he's a sucker for the puppy eyes." She grinned, ruining the effect. "I'll owe you one. Big time."
