xp_logs | Wanda and Jake Meet

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Wand finds Jake in Pete's old office/her current office sorting through things. When she finds out that he hadn't eaten a real meal in ages, she talks him into taking a break. From there, they proceed to break the land speed record for becoming roommates. And eat soup.

Wanda frowned at the slightly open door to Wisdom's office. She could have sworn she had shut it when she left for the college campus that morning. Though the staff did have the keys, so she wasn't concerned about the students being the cause of that. Nudging it the rest of the way open, she blinked at the person rifling through the drawers.

Well. That's unexpected.

Obviously he had heard her come in--she was wearing heels and carrying a rather large amount of various objects from the library--but she cleared her throat. "I do not suppose you've come to help me go through the Wisdom's handwriting to decipher it, have you?" she asked, grinning a bit.

When he didn´t recognize the voice, Jake spun around, holding a black binder protectively in front of himself. "Actually, no. I need some help in that department myself, and my help just took off for parts unknown." He tilted his head, trying to figure out who she was. He was pretty sure she was a new one.

"Well, damn," she said, sighing in defeat. "Wanda Maximoff, I've been set up...I mean, placed in Pete's spot as counselor until...well, I'm not sure at this point." Not missing much, she flicked her eyes around the room. Those boxes certainly had not been there before. Each labeled and placed just far enough apart from each other to ensure no mistake in placing things in the boxes. He was organized, whoever he was.

At least he was attractive, a voice rang in her head, her lips curved up a bit at that.

"Jake Gavin," Jake said. He put the binder back down where he found it, and gave her an amused look, wondering privately whether she was as hideously inappropriate to the position as Pete and himself had been. She was wearing a proper business attire, and that was something he could always appreciate in a woman, but that didn´t say much. "I was shanghaied into being a counsellor last year. It was pretty much the most horrifying experience of my life, and I remain convinced that teenagers can smell fear."

Wanda laughed at that and walked the rest of the way in to dump the pile of books and papers onto a clear area on the couch. "Ahh, so you're the infamous Jake Gavin," she said cheerfully, reaching over to offer her hand to him. "I read the file they had on you and, well, heard something about Remy dragging someone back with him. And of course, heard the rumors from those very same teenagers..." The tease was obvious in her words and her eyes were laughing at him as well, she could only just imagine how he had fared with the students.

Poor thing.

Jake´s eyes widened at that, even as he shook her hand politely. "Please, don´t tell me what they´re saying. Knowing them, I´d never be able to show my face anywhere ever again without said face turning bright red." He took a step back, letting go of her hand, and glancing towards her books. "Hey, are we sharing an office? Because Remy just dumped me here and took off again, and I´ve been buried in papers ever since."

"...why am I not surprised?" She glanced around as she shoved more papers over to discover that, yes, the other chair was still in the room. "I don't see why not. I tend to stretch my time between here and a few of the colleges around here. I'm not sure what you're doing, exactly, though I can probably figure it out with everything that's been going on. But I can certainly give you the room to work as long as I'm not completely cut off from the files."

"Oh, good. I was really not looking forwards to moving all these boxes." That said, he moved the box with the question mark from the couch to the floor, and sat down. "You wouldn´t happen to have any cookies on you, would you?" Jake looked hopefully up at Wanda. He´d almost gotten used to Amanda and Angelo stopping by from time to time with snacks and tea or coffee, but now that Amanda was gone, and Angelo was off brooding somewhere, he´d been cookie deprived.

He´d considered just flagging down a passing student and ordering him/her to get him food, but he suspected Alison would have Words with him if he tried that.

Reaching for her purse that had ended up buried under the books, Wanda didn't answer for a second but concentrated on digging around. With a triumphant grin, she pulled out a small bag that held, of course, a few chocolate chip cookies. "Do not ask me how I did that," she said dryly, handing over the bag to Jake. "And if I remember correctly, they are fresh." She paused. "When was the last time you ate actual _food_?"

Jake grabbed the cookies happily, wondering briefly if an marriage proposal would be the correct reciprocal or not. "Um..." He paused with one hand in the bag as he thought about it. "...Friday, I think. I remember there was pasta. Why?"

"I'm not sure if you realize this but it's Tuesday." Wanda smirked at the look he gave her over top of the bag of cookies. Shaking the keys to the office out of her purse, she gestured towards the door. "Come on, I'm sure a lunch break is not against regulations. Even if it is Remy Regulations we're speaking about here."

"Oh sure, he´d _say_ it was alright, but then he´d ask me pointed questions about why I haven´t decrypted that pile or that pile yet." Jake got up off the couch and followed her willingly enough, though. He´d been too caught up in his work to think about proper food before, but now he was happily entertaining thoughts of soups, loaves, bagels, and for one brief moment, McDonalds burgers.

"That's when you distract him," Wanda said, cheerfully. "Just go 'Remy, there's a glowing blob about to eat your head!'. And then, run. Very quickly. And you never know, in this place there may very well BE glowing blob about to eat his head. He's already had a dragon breath fire at him, after all." It was actually a good thing they were going to the kitchen, she decided, realizing she really hadn't eaten all day, either. Meetings were the word of the day, apparently.

Jake laughed. "Dragon fire? Are you kidding me? No, of course you aren´t. Forgot where I was there for a second. Don´t know if I´ll try the glowing blob thing though. He´s likely to retaliate by sending me on a fact finding mission to Outer Mongolia or something. Surprisingly? Outer Mongolia? Not that interesting a place."

Initial impression: This woman was definitely worth getting to know better. She was good looking, looked very nice in a business suit, carried cookies, and had a sense of humour. He suspected she had a deep, dark trauma hidden somewhere, but that was par for the course at the this place, and since she hadn´t attempted to brood at him yet, he was fine with it.

"I actually liked Mongolia when I was there. Granted, finding myself in Outer Mongolia was completely by accident and a bit of a shock. Good food, though. Though if Remy sends you there, you probably wouldn't have time to enjoy the food." She was going to find a way to write on his forehead with a black marker "Feed Thy Minions".

As they entered the kitchen, she glanced over at him again and grinned. The afternoon had started off slowly after leaving Stephen but it was starting to shape up nicely. While dating, Wanda wasn't about to start poking around other men but a bit of fun seemed to be had, even on the safe side of the fence. There was a feeling about that she was going to get along with Jake rather well. "At least the kitchen is nearly back in full order."

"Something happened to the kitchen? Was it injured?" Jake raised his eyebrows in question, while trying to remember where the good stuff was likely to be hiding. "Was the green haired cook (whose name I have forgotten, but whose creme brulee, I still dream about) very upset?"

"Oh it was grievously injured," Wanda said, putting her hand over her heart. "And I thought Lorna..." She snickered at what Jake said. "...was going to kill Alison. Luckily, she managed to distract her with the fact that it was the 'bad men's' fault, or so she was
screaming when she ran past, and I think threw the new kitchen book at Lorna." Pausing to stick her head in the fridge, she hrmmed. "There are enough left overs to fed an army. Or, well, the twelve grade, which ever manages to get here first."

"Anything of the soup category?" Jake was busy looking through the cupboards, as he distinctly remembered... "AHA!" he exclaimed in triumph and pulled out the petit pains. "I found what I was looking for," he explained when Wanda straightened and stared at him. "...I´ll never do it again, and I´m really sorry?"

Giggling a little, she shook her head and pulled out a tupperware container of soup. "I am assuming this is soup. The children take great pains to hide treats--though I doubt any of them would go so far as to liquefy them in order to keep them out of others hands." As she crossed to the microwave, she thought about it. "I hope. So, besides being stuck up in that overcrowded office have you managed to do anything else since you've been back?"

Jake sat down by the kitchen table, and considered it. "No, not really, but then, I haven´t been here for more than five days. And I had huge stacks of Pete-writing to go through. Still do, to tell the truth." He squinted thoughtfully at the table and his petit pains. "Wonder if people would like me to move out of the teachers lounge by now."

Wanda's eyes grew large for a second before she sighed. "You know, Remy really should be strung up by either his leg hairs or sensitive bits. Or both." She tapped her chin and studied him for a second. "I was recently moved into one of the suits--perks of being made an actual staff member as opposed to former kidnapped fodder/guest—and the other side is free. It has an actual, honest to goodness bed, if you're interested."

Acquiring a roommate, for however long, had not been on today's lists. But he just looked so...she didn't know but he looked like he could do with food, a real bed and a shower. Mostly the bed, though, thankfully.

"If it has a shower en-suite, I´m there," Jake said, before he really had the time to think about it. Then he did pause to think about it. "Did we just become roommates after talking together for ten minutes? Is this a new record? But more importantly, is the soup warm yet?"

Reaching behind her, Wanda rescued the soup and snatched two bowls. Pretty soon food was presented. "And yes, it does have a shower. And I believe that is a record. Aren't we special?" She grinned at him as she settled down, kicking off the heels under the table. "Besides, eventually someone will discover you sleeping under the table in the staff room and cause a fuss. Or throw something at you, one of the two."

"I´ll have you know I was sleeping on the couch in the office, not under the table. Of course, now there´s a whole lot of paper on couch... Good thing you rescued me from the evil papers." Jake nodded towards Wanda. "Death by rogue files has something undignified about it." He turned to the soup now that this was settled. Good soup.

"I've seen it happen before," she said, gravely, digging into the soup herself. "It is very undignified, you're correct. And painful. Death by massive amounts of papercuts would not only be painful but, well, silly."

"This is true. Imagine the eulogy." He spent a couple of minutes doing just that and eating soup. When he couldn´t figure out where he wanted the flowers sent, he looked up at Wanda again. "Hey, are you a part of the leather clad brigade?"

Wanda nodded, grateful she was no longer in a great deal of pain. "Fairly recent addition, but yes. First big mission was the other day." She eyed him. From the way he had put it, Jake didn't sound like he was part, or wanted to be part, of the X-Men. "Were you? I can't remember if your file said if you were or not."

Jake snorted. "No. Really not. Besides from everything else, I have utterly useless powers for a fight. Well, I can hit pretty hard when it´s necessary..."

Leaning forward, she looked rather interested. "I read what your powers are in the file," Wanda explained, finishing up her soup. "Might be a useless power for a fight, so you say, but I think it's interesting."

"It comes in handy at times," Jake admitted. "Although unless I´ve taken a shape before, it takes some time for me to shift." He grinned at her. "You want to see the basic party tricks?"

She nearly bounced but contained herself and grinned back. "Of course. I'll even be good and sit still and be quiet." Wanda winked at him and sat back, looking on with interest. With all her own concerns over her powers, she was fascinated by other mutant powers and abilities.

"If you feel the urge to ´oooh´ and ´ahh´ that´s entirely cool," Jake grinned. He pushed the empty soup bowl to the side, where the petit pains lay, and closed his eyes. He didn´t have to, but it made it easier to focus. First slowly, then going more rapidly, his hands became narrower, the fingers shorter, the nails longer. The hands started to wrinkle and turn darker, looking more and more claw like. When he opened his eyes, they were all black.

He held it for a moment, then let go, and began cycling through interesting noses.

She did, indeed, go 'oohh' and 'ahh' for a few minutes. "Okay, maybe not so good on the whole leather brigade but that is really very nifty," Wanda said, cheerfully. "And, you know, you are in no danger of setting yourself on fire or bringing a building down on top of your head. All a giant plus."

Finishing with a pig nose, he relaxed and his nose returned to its normal self. "This is absolutely true. So!" Jake pointed at her. "What do you do that´s nifty?"

"How do I put it...I get to play with chaos?" Wanda grinned at his expression. "No, really. I see lines attached to everything and depending on the string, and other variables, I can make...a good deal of things happen. From shoes coming untied to, well, a duck suddenly flying into a helicopter and mucking things up. Unpredictable...yet kind of interesting."

"Fascinating. Can you make ducks -not- fly into helicopters as well?" He was fairly sure he´d never come over anyone who could do anything like that before. Well, Domino, perhaps.

A slight snicker escaped. "I do not know, I've never tried. Possibly, I suppose, it is very versatile at times. And I've never seen a duck fly into a helicopter that I did not have a hand in." Something sprung up in Wanda's head and she waved a hand at Jake. "There is something you should probably know...considering I doubt Remy's bothered to tell you. If he did not bother to give you a place to sleep, then I doubt he bothered telling you I'm
actually Magneto's daughter. More soup?"

Jake stared at her. "Yes, please," he said. Then he stared some more. "I thought the X-Men and Magneto had this mortal enemies thing going on? Are you simply the best spy ever? Or is there something going on here I should know?"

Waiting until she poured the soup, Wanda beamed at him. "Wouldn't that be worst spy ever, since I just told you who I am?" she asked, shrugging as she dug into her own food. "And they do. So do I...with Magneto. Trust me, there is not enough money in the world--or enough sex or enough whatever--to make me work for my father. I like to think of it as...karma, me ending up here. Okay, well, no--that goes to the attempted kidnapping. But still, it's rather funny when you think about it."

It probably was funny, if he had any idea what she was talking about. "Attempted kidnapping?" he asked blankly. He really didn´t need his Stargate Atlantis DVDs in this place. More unbelievable things happened to the people here, than to McKay and Sheppard, any day.

"You really were dropped in here blind, weren't you?" she asked, sympathy clearly in her voice. While not exactly this kind of thing, she was very much used to being put into a situation without a full story. "A small pod of Stryker's men that survived--elsewhere in the world, obviously--decided the best way to get to Magneto was through his daughter. My first real meeting with anyone here and I was drugged up to the gills. And, well, then the duck and the helicopter thing happened."

"Interesting." Jake blinked, and had some soup while he processed the new information. "In fairness to Remy, he did update me on what he thought of as actual threats to this place. Apparently Magneto´s daughter wasn´t on that list. And since you´re a part of the
leather brigade, they don´t consider you a threat either. So you´re in the clear, and all I need to know is whether you wash your hair in the sink, and if you do, do you clean up after yourself?"

To her credit, Wanda looked absolutely horrified. "Do I look as if I could wash this mop in the sink?" she asked, pointing to the large amount of hair that were currently going every which way. "I went as Medusa for a costume party one year, it was not that difficult to pull off. But I do clean up after myself and I guess the question now is: do _you_ wash your hair in the sink?" Her lips twitched just a bit.

"You don´t really think I get this kind of fantastic hair by doing that, do you?" Jake tugged at his bangs, grinning. "And, of course, seeing your fantastic hair, I should have known you´d never do that. With that settled, where´s my new room?" If he was going to move in, he might as well do it right now, while he was distracted away from the Pete-writing.

Wanda laughed and grabbed the now very empty bowls. "Ahh, we shall be known as the rooms of the pretty people," she joked, dumping everything into the sink. "Come on, I'll show you where it's at....do you have anything to unpack?"

"Two bags," Jake shrugged. "I didn´t have the time to bring very much. Going to send for some stuff when I´ve got more of an overview." He grabbed the petit pains, which he intended to eat as they were. He liked them with butter and cheese, but, eh.

"Only two bags?" The smile she shot him could have been called evil, if it were on someone else. On Wanda it probably just meant trouble. "Well, there'll have to be shopping in the future, won't there?"

Jake´s eyes widened, and he paused with the petit pain halfway to his mouth. "No. I have stuff, honestly. It´s just not here. Really, no shopping is needed. Except for food," he added. "Food is good."