xp_logs | Log: The Mailman Cometh

The beginning of Danielle proving that she is, in fact, completely insane. The mail comes and sanity goes.

There were a few things Danielle did regularly. She made lunch, she worked on the cars, she did minor repairs around the mansion, she slept. Sometimes she watched TV. She did not run screaming down the halls brandishing a manila envelope.

Which is probably why people took notice.

"Émâsêhánee'e! Énonótovâše'še!*" she hollered, passing Forge's room. "Forge!"

"Whaaaaaat?" Forge leaned back, poking his head around his wardrobe to see Dani staring at him from the common kitchenette area. "English, woman! No habla the babbling, you want Doug for that." Saving the work on his laptop, he swung his chair around and looked over at his visitor.

"You won the Publisher's Clearing House, or did someone send you Jay's nudie mags by accident?" he asked, indicating the envelope.

"Divorce papers!" she shrieked, enraged. "He sent me whiteman divorce papers!" she paused in her ranting, noticing Forge sitting in the chair, "Why aren't you moving! Get up! Let's go!"

Forge blinked. "Excuse me, what?" He looked at his laptop, then back at Danielle. "Let's go? Go where? Divorce papers? Mind slowing down and going over this step by step for the non-loony?"

Breathing erratically, she tried to slow down and explain, "My husband wants a divorce. So I'm going to Oklahoma. You're coming. You promised."

"I did what?" Forge racked his brain, then remembered his halfhearted remark to go visit the reservation with Dani. "Oh, right. Wait... now?" He glanced around looking for any excuse. Finals? Finished. Homework? Not for another two weeks. Not even any projects in the works. Crap.

Sighing, he looked down at his hands. Metal fingers interlaced with flesh - and a quick flash back to the incident at Muir. With a start, Forge stood up out of his seat, and cocked his head at Danielle, recalling his dream of weeks before. He wagged his finger in mild accusation, not saying anything. "You... your power? Under control
enough to leave here for a few days?"

Her eyes narrowed into slits, challenging him. Raising one arm she pushed the sleeve of her sweater up, revealing a metal band, "Inhibitor." The mail had actually come several hours earlier, she'd been in the box getting herself under control until a few minutes ago, although the only control she had at the moment was from the inhibitor bracelet.

Forge scowled at the device, but nodded. The technology was offensive, but useful. Especially for an uncontrolled mutation like Dani's. "Yeah, what the hell. I could stand to get away for a few days, get my head clear after--" He swallowed deeply, "Well, just get my head clear. Let me fire off an email to Mr. Summers and let him know. I'm sure we can scrounge up enough for a plane or..." he got a quick gleam in his eye.

"Oklahoma? I hear a road trip calling my name. Unless you're in a hurry?"

Dani jingled the keys in her pocket. "That old Dodge off-road in the garage. And I'm ready, waiting for you to move your butt."

"Just--" Forge glanced down at the quick reply email of permission from his parents, nodding to himself. He jotted down a quick note for Kyle and slipped it onto his roommate's bed. "Yeah, I could use the time. Lemme throw a few things together in a bag."

Danielle raised one eyebrow, suddenly realizing she didn't have anything with her either. "Hurry up." As she waited she paced up and down in the hallway muttering to herself in Cheyenne.

*He's crazy! He's drunk!