2016-01-10 Sleepless in Westchester
This scene is rated Everybody
Warning: N/A
2016-01-10
Players: Dyson Blindfold Boris Ember
GMed by A Cast of Thousands w/ support from Random Acts of Spongebob
Title: Sleepless in Westchester

Being as late as it is, most students are either already in their rooms or even asleep.. unless they are older students and/or students whose mutations make sleep not quite as important as it is to most. Dyson sort of falls into both categories. The giant 8'3" greyskinned teen ducks into the Rec Room, wiping his hands with a rag probably cut up from an old t-shirt. It is smudged with motor oil that easliy came off his near frictionless skin, and there are a few smudges on his face. The inhumanly tall mutant meanders towards the fridge, pulling it open with his foot and peers in (having to almost bend in half to do so. "Wh-where the heck is my Dr. P-Pepper?" he asks quietly.

***

Blindfold is one of the occupants already there, sitting at the soda bar, though the glass in front of her looks clear and bubbleless. Her hands rest lightly in her lap as she sits straight on the stool, her gaze, were she to have one, feels like it would be off into the distance. She seems to project both a sense of serene calm and disturbed emptiness at the same time, quite a trick for such a late hour. The not brand new to the school, most of the long-time regulars seem to still be leaving her alone, the space around her vacant.

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Well, some students fall into the just can't sleep right now catagory. The soft rumbling of a quake can be felt, the tell tale sign of one dwarf like mutant: Boris. He was only in his shorts since that what he sleeps in, leaving a bone like plating visible on one part of his chest. Rubbing his eyes sleepingly as he bumps into one object or the next. Which often ends up with the object moving over, becuase Boris is more or less a moving wall. His back 'spikes' or 'fins' undulate some as he walks looking up and looking sleepily at Dyson and than at Blindfold

***

Dyson is not a /new/ student, per se… he spent a few months here at the beginning of the previous year before.. events.. led him to leave Xavier's for Tony Starks Academy of Tomorrow the remainder of the year before returning (in a rather epctacular fashion) to Xavier's just before Christmas break literally during the asguardian attack.. But since he has returned he has kept mainly to himself and the few friends he knew previously… For such a large boy he is very shy and quiet.. So there are still a lot of students, new and old, he doesn't really know..

Sighing, he turns from the fridge, mumbling to himself, and stops when he spots the blindfolded you woman sitting at the soda bar. He blinks once, surprised as he somehow missed her. Thinking she is sight impaired and maybe waiting for assistance, and being trained in being very polite (it's a canadian thing) he clears his throat. "D-Do you need help with a-anything, m-miss?" he asks, somewhat shyly, his ultra deep voice melodius and cut with a faint stutter. At the same time he spots Boris and waves to his friend. "C-couldn't sleep, Boris?" he asks.

***

Blindfold turns her head towards Dyson just before he addresses her. "I am not good at driving, thank you," she replies softly. "They just took the last one, I'm sorry." Her lips tighten for a brief moment before returning to normal. She turns part way towards the other new arrival as she pulls her hair forward over her shoulder.

***

"Nightmare" Boris responds crankily. Never get in a cranky dwarf way. He opens a cupboard and roots about searching for his snack "Now… ah know ah pit me rocks somewhere" someone had moved it to a much higher shelf as a prank on the diminitive fello. But than he also notices Blindfold, but dosnt say anything. CLearly when he isn't 'fully' awake, for he himself is normally rather polite about such things. "And sie git crap on yer face Die son, might want tae clean et off" yawns the ground giving a sudden violent shake before searching more

***

Those with senses beyond those considered strictly normal might notice that there is another presence in the room, although it is extremely ephemeral and not easy to pin down. But about the time that Dyson is talking to Ruth, that presence makes itself known by the turning on of the TV and the X-Box. The profile selected is named 'GiantPeachPit'. As things are loading up there is a 'blink and you'd miss it' transition between no one being at the couch and then a short brunette woman standing there picking up a controller. She gives a bit of a wave over her shoulder to the students in the room. "Greetings. Hope no one else wanted the TV. I've got a lot of catching up to do." And she loads up Halo 5.

***

Dyson gives his friend a sympathetic look.. He knows aaaaal about nightmares and can surmise maybe what some of causes for Boris's are… Only a certain telepath (or two) know /his/ nightmares causes. "I t-told you n-not to eat f-felspur before bed.. It always upsets your stomach." he sort of half teases and after he wipes more oil from his fave he spots the cruelly 'misplaced' basket of rocks and assorted minerals, grabs them and sets them on the counter.. Just as Blindfold speaks. He blinks and quickly looks at her, raising a hairless brow. "I… would guess not?" he sort of half asks, half states, regarding her iability to drive with any skill. Then he pouts a bit. "They could h-have at least replaced it.." he mumbles and reaches intoteh frisge to pull out a two-liter of Fresca, which in his hand slooks more like a small 20ox bottle.
Now, Dyson doesn't have super vision, but his perceptions and cognition are much faster then the norm, so he spots things that most people don't.. and even he almost missed this. He blinks as other tiny girl appears and eeps, stepping back and almost dropping his soda.

***

Blindfold moves her hands to the bar to steady herself as the rumble passes through, her brows looking a bit higher on her head than they did a moment ago. She waits for things to calm before her hands go back to her hair, sliding her hands repeatedly down its length, looking a little agitated. "Changing lanes," she says simply.

***

Boris whiskers twitch - considering there an extra sense, they more or less sense Ember presence, but even then the young mutant dosn't really notice untill Ember speaks. He waves sluggishly "Hello Ember" and gives DYson a greatful look when he brings down the basket of rocks "Ah know ah know, but pa hasn't been able to send any iron lately" before looking at blindfold "…changing lanes…" his leans and tilts a few times before taking a seat, looking funny as he has to climb onto a larger stool that groans from his weight. he forgot he had a proper one "…jist… honk" he suggest, not registering that Blindfold is… well blind! Popping a rock he looks at Dyson once more "…errrr sumvink wrong?" he wonders

***

This is where interacting with Ember starts to get strange on multiple levels. She turns around to smile at Boris, except she doesn't move at all. There's zero transition between her facing the TV and her facing Boris, except that the X-Box controller doesn't move and is still being fiddled with. "Not doing too well tonight, Boris?" The eeping giant is also given her full attention, complete with facing him directly. "It's alright, I don't bite. Can't bite anymore, really." She says this with a toothy grin and then tilts her head as she looks at the girl with the hidden eyes. "Yes, it is a bit like changing lanes."

The overall effect of her apparently shifting/not shifting position is a cross between an overexposed photograph and the way a person looks to be moving when in a strobe light. Mentally her presence holds to a vaguely spherical impression around herself with her angle of focus moving at lightspeed between one point of interest and the next while not losing contact with any of them between comments. When the main 'her' is back to facing the TV her shoulders slump a bit as she sees her gamertag is in the 'new player' division because of the new game. "It's going to take me weeks to get back into the pro rankings."

***

Dyson ois and opens the big bottle of Fresca, and take a loooooong swig before setting it down on the counter and wiping his lips with the back of a giant hand. "Th-the whole conversation s-seems to be changing lanes.." he mumbles… While he is usually brilliant at figuring things out, he does need clues.. or even context. So Blindfold is a wee bit confusing. Still… "I hope somome a-at least used their b-blinkers.." because what else can he say.
He looks to Boris and frowns a bit now. "There is a c-cratre of o-old railrod spikes in that barn o-on the back forty at the edge of the forest." he points out. "Those are i-iron."
And now his solid black eyes turn to Ember, the flickering girl… here he has a bit more context, his brain gauging these strange non-transtions and changes in spacial location… dissecting his own senses. "Y-You play pro?" he asks, slowly.

***

Blindfold tilts her head as her brows draw together just above the white cloth covering her "eyes." "I don't think horns work that way, no" she says softly to herself. Ember's comment just seems to confuse her more and she shakes her head. Why is communication so difficult sometimes? The hour likely does not help. Her hands work over the length of her hair once more as she tries to work out in her head how blinkers would make a difference with the impossibility of using a horn as a form of sonar for changing lanes.

***

"Nit vee shame!" Boris snarls at Dyson, seeming to have some bite in him tonight. He blinks and very quickly become red from embaressment and opts to look at the bowl in front. All rumbling and qucking just ceases. Hearing Blindfold he says "Use vee horn in morse code… might werk" he mumbles and pops a few more rocks into his mouth. He glances upt to Ember a moment when she mentions being pro at one point but just keeps eating… and eating

***

By this point Ember has gotten into an arena match, not wasting time w/ customization or loadout changes. "Yep. Clawed my way to being number four in the world before…" she pauses and shrugs a shoulder, "Before I had to leave for a while." Then her main focus is on the match, and it's clear that she won't be in the 'newbie' catagories for very long at all. Her play is quick, precise, and efficient. She gets more kills with assassinations than bullets, while seeming to have an near-mystical awareness of cover and being just out her opponent's line of fire.

On a mental level however, a measure of her attention is focused on Ruth as the girl continues on her unusual train of conversation with… herself? After a moment, while executing a casual triple-kill on the game, she speaks to Blindfold, "I'm sorry if we're being confusing for you."

***

Dyson …. actually looks a bit hurt whan Boris snaps at him. "I.. w-was just trying to help…" he says, his inhumanly deep voice gone very soft. he twists the cap backon his large bottle of soda and tucks said bottle under his arm as he looks to Blindfold, still confused. "A-and just ow are they supposed to work, except the way that they d-do?" he says and starts for the door, shaking his head.. Confused and hurt. He does stop for a second though and look over at Ember. "W-Well, I wish you luck." he says and then steps out, sighing.

***

Blindfold shakes her head once more, her expression dismissive. "No, it's me, please," she replies to Ember before taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Ms. Reynolds," she adds as she spins on her stool, head then turning to watch Dyson leave. This is why she often stays to the periphery… "I cannot see the lines well," she explains to the remaining pair. "But I parallel park well." One truly hopes no motor vehicle department in the world will ever give her a license.

***

Boris than looks… guilty and hangs his head. One of his few friends and he had snapped at him! He felt horrible now… but than he is registering Blindfolds words "Wait… sie drive? But… err… ummmmm" he wasn't quite sure how to phrase it and looks to Ember wondering if she knew what to say

***

"No need to apologize, dear." Ember's match is over long before its time limit as she got her team to the kills limit. She sighs softly as the game reminds her that she still needs to complete nine more 'placement' matches before she can be assigned a ranking. She sets the controller down and then she's sitting on the edge of the soda bar near Dyson instead of at the couch. "Different minds, different senses, different ways. But in the end it all serves." She then sets a hand on Dyson's shoulder which feels as light as, well… light. "Don't worry too much, Boris. You two will be fine next time you see him."

***

Blindfold turns her head so that she seems to be staring right at Boris through her blindfold, her face expressionless. She turns to watch the magically appearing woman before shifting back. "He wanted Dr. Pepper," she offers as her hands fold back in her lap, smoothing her skirt absently over her legs.

***

Boris nods at Ember "Ah know et well… dosnea make et any betar vough" he says. and than looks to Blindfold "…Oh, sie are riet! Hmmm, mabey git him veally big bottle, dem 3 litarz at dah store" he says nodding a few times at the notion. Course how much he was obviously a mutant, but hey! He gotton around that before… as embrassing as looking like a marshmellow is "And mabey a few wires and stuff fer bike" he adds to his thoughts. But then he is wondering and asks shyly "Vat class sie two take?" the basket of rocks was gone by now

***

Ember smiles as Boris perks up from Ruth's comment/suggestion. She doesn't interceed further as it seems Boris is in better spirits and she doesn't want to risk derailing that. But she shakes her head when the question is asked about classes. "I don't take any. I graduated a year and a half ago." She doesn't add in part about 'and then the world almost ended, and I 'died' then came back all different, and then things went wrong and I ran away to live inside the sun for a while'. Too soon. "Now that I'm back I'm not really sure what Emma has in store for me. I'm sure she'll get around to filling me in eventually."

***

Blindfold slides forward off the stool, once again fixing her skirt before moving on to absently adjust her sweater. "I can't be certain," she starts saying slowly as she turns her head towards Ember. From her frenetic activity earlier her hair is somewhat mussed around her face beneath the cloth band she wears over her eyes. "It… sorry, please, it isn't all certain yet. But… if you get an apple on your first day, do not eat it." She pauses as if she's going to say more, then nods her head once. Wrapping her arms around herself she begins heading to the door, moving easily around the furniture blocking her path, as Boris's question to her remains unanswered.

***

Boris has learned…. to take alot of this in stride. Compared to the rest of what happens in and out of school, this was a breeze! None the less he says "Ah… best git back to bed" he touches the bone plating on his chest as if by instinct "Please no moar nightmarez" he grumbles and stands up "Good night Embar" he says before waddling off after climing down from the stool, which actualy bent some from his weight

***

Ember is caught a bit off guard by the blindfolded girl's advice, but nonetheless nods her head, "I'll remember that. Thank you." And then Boris is off as well. "Sleep well, Boris. I'll see you around." She then is right back at the couch once she's the only one left in the rec room. But with no one else here she drops her illusions. Now instead of a small brunette girl playing Halo 5 there is instead a sun the size of a beach ball with the controller held inside itself that eventually fades to invisibility, because it's late and she doesn't want to accidentally wake anyone up.

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