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Elly "Maria is anything but intense," Elly feels compelled to point out. "She was perfectly nice to me, in fact. And she'd seemed that way even before I saw what some of her housemates were like." She looks at Sarah and Rickie for a moment. "For what it's worth, I don't hold your attempts to shield everyone from the explosion against either of you. Regardless of the consequences," she says, shifting a little uncomfortably in place. "Especially not when the safeguards and precautionary measures against said explosion going off apparently only consisted of hoping that in a school filled with teenage delinquents, none of them is going to pitch a fit or else do something stupid." Elly blinks and gives Sarah another look. "Though if Sherri only went off in the first place because you had provoked her, I suppose I am going to hold that against you. A little. Not that it excuses her physically assaulting you. Or anything else she did." She then considers Anna and her robot chelonian for a moment. "Shelly? Is that an intentional pun? Because Professor Gloom does seem the sort to have some Frankenstein-esque tendencies."
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Tabby listens as a few things are clarified. Nodding and sipping cocoa. Dark corridors the girls got chased down. Trap-doors that they all fell down. A science experiment in the middle of class. Sarah being her charming self enough to get Sherri mad enough to blow up half the class. Then tearing up half of the dome and getting Gloom offside. The Blue House Mother has a pretty good idea about what happened now. "I know that with me as your teacher and you guys being friends and the hot cocoa and the cat and robot turtle and everything, it's easy to forget we're technically in jail. But not everybody came here because they got arrested maliciously painting houses." Tabby says this with a glance at Rickie. "Some girls committed serious crimes before they got here. And I include myself in that. And some girls have personal problems and rehabilitation they need to work through while they're here. If you can't help but aggravate the 'intense' ones then maybe you should just avoid them for the time being." Tabby suggests almost entirely at Sarah. "I'm not blaming you or Sherri. But if things escalated like this while you were nominally under supervision, then I don't even want to think what might happen when you're alone." On the subject of Gloom, Tabby nods. "If you can manage it, don't touch her stuff." She has to agree. "Val has to build all her crazy robot stuff by hand. Her powers don't relate at all to what she's good at. The fact you can just come along and control pretty much anything she builds with a thought doesn't sit well with her." She more or less confirms what Sarah had presumed. "Even before being possessive, she needs them sort of… weird emotional crutches. You think she's crazy now, imagine if she were locked up without being able to build all those robot rats or whatever. Emma got her here as a charity case as much as anything." Tabby smirks a little when Elly and Rickie try to figure out who should take the bullet for whom. "Fighting over who gets to jump in front of danger is good, very selfless and showing you care about each other. But please leave it to the people who are more or less invulnerable if you can." She implores her charges. "You don't want to spend a week in the medi shed. It might be able to work minor miracles but that doesn't mean it's fun to get stuck in bed everyday." Sipping her cocoa, Tabby hears Anna explain her run in with her own powers. "A flash?" She asks. "A flash of what? Did you see the future? Or something dangerous? Have you ever had a flash of this before?" The Blue House Mother prods. "A new part of your powers developing is great, Anna!" She smiles. "Part of why Val does her classes her way is to push your powers into developing like this. I guess it actually worked? If it is new for you Anna, you might be worth trying to figure it out." She suggests. "There're no rules for this power stuff Rickie, telekinesis works." Tabby shrugs. "That's just you getting greater control over your power, it's great. Sounds like your paint worked a bit like how I can work friction, throw up a blanket and slow whatever goes through it. Just, if you go practising it? Don't do it with shrapnel." "I think you can probably keep the turtle. Val has so many robot animals around the place she probably won't miss that one."
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Elly "In an ideal world nobody would be getting hurt," Elly replies, unperturbed. "Or somebody who is physically invulnerable would always be around to take one for the team. Yes. But this is not an ideal world. And sometimes situations arise that require you to do what you feel is right. Even if it comes at a cost to yourself." She blinks and looks around the room. "I don't want to end up in the medi-shed any more than you do, of course. But I can't stand by when people are in danger. There was nobody to stand by me when I needed it most these past months. It just…leaves you a different kind of person." She then turns to Anna. "Your powers involve manipulating probabilities, yes? Perhaps you did not see the future so much as change it according to your vision? As difficult as it would be to ascertain the difference between the two. Though I suppose they essentially amount to the same if you subscribe to the idea of predeterminism." "Sherri was highly aggravated," Elly nods at Regina. "I was expecting her to take a swing at me as well when I intervened. Luckily all she did was push me around a little." She smiles at her saurian housemate. "Working on making those switches a little harder to flip is a good idea, of course. But today it was only prudent of you to stay away, I think. Safer for everyone involved. Knowing your current limits is important. Especially when you can turn into a fierce, carnivorous dinosaur."
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"I don't know exactly how…" Tabby searches for the right word. "…responsive Val would be if you tried to talk to her. I don't even know if the Reds get to talk to her much, I know we have to forward staff meeting notes to Spider-Bot. But at worst she's just not going to react too much, so it couldn't hurt?" Though their House Mother doesn't sound 100% on the idea. Tabby nods and listens to Anna slowly explain what happened, and her trepidations with it. "Well you didn't break anything or hurt anyone, no matter what it was there was no harm done. And even if you didn't manage to catch Jessica, she would have been okay. She's pretty tough." It may be the first thing any of they learned about Jessica's powers. "But powers develop over time, that's not unusual. Exactly how your power changed there will be the question you need to find out. If you're actually seeing flashes of the future. Or seeing the future you've changed the present into. Or… something else, I'm really not great with power stuff." Tabby admits, and it isn't the first time she has made light of her lack of formal academic instruction. "But when Cecilia's powers developed beyond what she originally thought they could do, but Ms. Frost made sure she had the best tutors available to help her learn about them. You'll get all the support you'll need for this, Anna. You'll be okay." As Elly explains herself Tabby can't help but shake her head. "You sound like Captain America, Elly." She smirks from behind her mug of cocoa. "And that's a good thing, don't get me wrong. But over at the X-Men school? They train their new X-Men for years before they let them go out and throw themselves in front of bullets and lasers and Magnetos and all that crazy stuff. You haven't been here quite that long yet. And you're still recovering." She points out with relentless logic. "I don't want you to put yourself in danger like that, okay?" With a long sip, Tabby drinks the last of her cocoa and puts her mug in the sink for a Roborat to wash at a later date. "Powers class was a shitshow. Gloom was insane. Purple girls were 'intense'. Then we lost half a TV of points." The Blue House Mother surmises, looking at her kids. "Well. At least nobody got in a car crash." The gallows humour doesn't quite get Tabby smiling herself. "Don't dwell on it, girls. Seriously. It's just points and there wasn't a whole lot else you could have done. Bust your butts on next weeks maths test and we might earn it all back."
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"Just don't go back in time to try and kill Hitler." Tabby warns. "It's not a high score table. More points just means you're doing the right thing and making positive progress towards I guess it's sort of like a high score table, yeah." Tabby concedes Rickie's point after thinking about it for a few moments. "Okay, for the next goal there's having a say in a guest lecture in a few hundred more points. Maybe not as exciting as going into New York but Ms. Frost has a lot of connections so she could more or less get anybody to come. So if you're dying to see…… She-Hulk talk about lawyer stuff or something? You've got that." Tabby shrugs. "After that it's getting to have a day visit with family, either in a supervised trip home or here at the academy. But I know not everyone has families that they'd want to see again, I know I don't, so it's not really a crowd pleaser." She shrugs again, these milestones not quite as attractive as a day out in New York. "And if it gets higher than those then you could get early parol."
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Elly "I cannot fault Miss Frost for that decision," Elly quietly says. "It's a dangerous world out there." Falling silent, she looks down and watches Lenore wend and weave her way round her ankles. Once the cat has moved on to someone more inclined to give her some attention, the Blue makes her way to the sink to rinse out the empty cocoa mugs, not having partaken of any hot chocolate herself. “Good night, everyone,” she then says with a last glance around the room before turning in, her desire to get some rest and leave the day’s events behind her negating even her usual reluctance to go to sleep indoors.
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Eventually, even including Lenore, Blue House get to bed. It had been a long day. It was well into Autumn now. The days were shorter and colder, and tests were coming up. For some students, this was no problem whatsoever. They had already studied and knew everything they were meant to. For others it was a waking nightmare, failing to pick up anything in any subject. Except perhaps bruises in powers class. So perhaps it was a good thing that , for a few days at least, minds were taken off of these perilous exams. For in these next few days, there were a few exciting adventures that were far more important than just sitting in the dorm rooms studying endlessly about society and sciences!! Okay! CYOA time! This is a few weeks after the next chapter, gone from summer to autumn, and Elly has well and truely gotten into the swing of the school now. This is going to work off of what each player gives me. There are no limits on what your CYOA could be, you just give me a subject or vauge outline or even just one sentence the seems kinda cool or whatever. I'll run with it. This is meant to be a really loose and easy chapter with lots of fun!
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All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, see my two front teeth. Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth, then I could wish you "Merry Christmas!" Tabby was in the festive spirit big time, wearing both a santa hat and a big santa beard. "Okay girls. Kris Kringle time." She declares, waving for everybody to gather around the freshly lit fireplace. It was snowing but not terribly cold, so it was purely for ambiance. "Now just before we start," Tabby says. "Everything here was picked randomly and there are no swapsies. So don't think there's a conspiracy or anything if you get your arch-nemisis or an evil snow monster or something." She smiles, taking the printed sheet of paper out and clearing her throat before reading it out. "Anna, you got Jean and she wants charity." "Elly, you got SpiderBot and she wants a stuffed elephant." "Rickie, you got Michelle and she wants 'a gift for her secret santa which will be Samantha'." "Sarah, you got the RoboRats and they want a break room." "Reggie, you got Maddy and she wants some Christmas cheer." All ready out, Tabby scrunches up the piece of paper and tosses it into the fire. "And I got Kristin and she wants some gingerbread!" Tabby claps her hands together. "All right! Everybody got that?"
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Regina Reggie perches on the back of the couch... rather like a bird, to be honest. Said couch has been reinforced and rebalanced against such behavior because Roborats are smart and learn from other's mistakes. That said, Regina perches and stares at Tabby with almost uncomprehending eyes. Christmas cheer? How does someone give Christmas cheer? That kind of sentiment seems like it stepped right out of a Holiday Special where the spirit was in you the whole time. And... Maddy? Maddy wants Christmas cheer? Maddy? Her? That bundle of fur and tendon and tension? Regina wouldn't have figured it. But then - The bigger question: "How... how do I give cheer to someone who hates me?" Her avian eyes dart around the room, glancing to her friends. She's thinking. An idea is already forming. But still: "I'm not exaggerating all that much. She really doesn't like me. It's like I stole her kill or something." Beat. "Which I didn't."
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"Don't kill anything else or each other and you'll be well on your way to that Christmas cheer!" Tabby suggests with a smile.
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Dec 20, 2015 12:32
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Regina "I'm not actually being literal here," Reggie replies, waving a hand in the air, "It's... kind of like she sees me as competition or something. And then, I get bristly because she gets her hackles up, because that's my problem when I detect a threat, and we're busy either trying to avoid growling and hissing at each other... or just ignoring each other." She throws her hands up and just hunches forward, looking at her boots, "How do I make someone feel jolly when I offend them by being there?" Drakli fucked around with this message at 13:10 on Dec 20, 2015 |
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Elly "Get a stuffed elephant. For Spider–Bot," she repeats and blinks. Primly resting her hands on the back of the couch, the Blue has not gone full Santa as Tabby has. Or even part Santa. Nor is she going to, obviously. "Yes. I understand the what. I can't say as much for the how or why. But these are of secondary importance at most." Elly turns to Rickie. "Your domain of creativity appears to be relevant to this. Do you know of anyone here who is capable of producing stuffed animals?" Another blink. "I suppose Alice can technically make things, but they seem too ephemeral for the purpose in question. And even crocheting a doily lies far beyond my abilities." "Does Maddy need to know you are responsible for said Christmas cheer, Reggie? You could do it anonymously," Elly suggests to her housemate. "Find little ways of improving her day and only reveal yourself once the holidays are over. Or not at all. It seems unlikely that she'd suspect you."
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Sarah As Tabby reads out the names and the required presents, Sarah can't help but think a single, solitary thought. It was something that had been dominating her mind for a while now and Tabby's news resolved it perfectly. Thank god she didn't have Princess Explodo-Nut. Setting aside the real possibility that said princess would be responsible for getting her a present, Sarah focuses on the task in hand. "A break room? For the RoboRats? What, did they unionise all of a sudden?" Sarah is only half joking. From the first days at the school the RoboRats had seemed to develop lives of their own. They still scurried about cleaning and carrying, but seemed now to possess a certain ... realness about themselves. Like the Blue Fairy had visited during the night. "Well I could rig up a charging bay for them, throw in some entertainment. That's basically a break room. I'd have to check with Professor Gloom for their battery specs but it shouldn't be hard to..." Her voice trails off as her thoughts catch up. "... I'm going to have to make amends with Gloom to do this right, aren't I?" The question is directed at the completely innocent and not at all devious Tabby. FYI I am now incapable of thinking of the RoboRats as anything other than the scutters from Red Dwarf, personality wise.
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"Bring enough elk for the both of you to eat? I don't know. You'll figure it out!" Tabby smiles at Reggie, knowing the dinogirl would find a solution. "That's the way Elly!" Tabby continues to smile. "Friendship and working together, you guys will get all these presents together. I know it!" And then to Sarah. "Yes, yes you will. Val still counts the RoboRats as her stuff, wouldn't want to mess with those without permission. Doesn't Kris Kringle work in mysterious ways!?" "Okay, I need to get to the cafeteria and bake the best drat gingerbread ever." Tabby announces, skating over to the door. "You guys should get onto your gifts too! Don't want to leave everything to the last minute!" All the RoboRats are now named Stabem
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Better than Cheesoid... Anna It began a little while before Hallowe'en-- or sah-wayne as Anna called it, with an increasingly audible roll of her eyes. Candies, spooky cutouts, that day a bunch of the girls wore costumes most of their parents probably wouldn't want to know about... actually, she was fine with all of that, apart from that 'sexy witch' costume. Grave, but okay. Okay, if that includes finding teachable moments about the Old Faith around every corner, and propitiating the beings that can get confused when the veils between worlds thin. Has anyone owned up to soaping the school windows that night? You'd think Ms. Frost could pick that kind of guilt out a mile away. Afterwards... well, let's face it. People have been complaining about the commercialization of Christmas since the Peanuts gang aired their grievances, but as all those stories said, between the commercial breaks, the most important source of anxiety during the holidays is family. Racist uncles, Moms getting drunk, bratty little cousins... it's still better than being stuck in stir for the holidays for a lot of the girls, anyway. Anna's been acting out with a slow-burning rebellion against Christmas. Not that there's a lot to rebel against: the school definitely isn't capital-C Christian, trimmed trees aside, and the presence of a few quietly burning menorahs and rooms set aside for salah provide quiet testimony to respect for the girls' spiritual needs. And then there's Anna. Anna, counting the days to solstice (thankyouverymuch). Anna, quick to point out the apparently many bits of Christmas traditions appropriated from pagan faiths (blessed be). Anna, growing grumpier by the day, feathers quietly bristling every time someone wishes her a Merry Christmas. Some of the other girls have been making a game of it. Even Lenore has been giving her space outside of bedtime and feedings. Lenore sits at Tabby's side, nearer the fireplace, quietly grooming her face and ignoring her mistress's hurt look. Anna, at least, has the grace to look aside before rolling her eyes at Tabby's Santa getup. She folds her arms and huffs as she edges closer, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "Maybe throw yourself on your back in front of her, and point at your throat?" Anna suggests, pointing at her own with both hands, ever so helpfully. "Let her think she's boss." Jean's request... that's just got her flat-footed. Anna furrows her brow, then she thinks some, and after a bit she just shakes her head and scowls. "Charity? What the heck does that mean? I can't give her ten bucks, and there's no United Way here."
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Elly “The dictionary definition of charity also includes ‘kindness and tolerance in judging others’ and, in an archaic sense and typically Christian context, ‘love of humankind’. For what that is worth. Maybe Jean just wants a heart–to–heart? Or a hug?” Having to procure a stuffed elephant, Elly decides, might not have been the worst gift–finding task to be saddled with after all.
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Anna Anna covers her face with a hand. "If I burst into flames, it probably isn't somebody's powers going off."
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Rickie "Hmm. There are a couple sewing machines in the art room, and there's plenty of fabric and buttons and stuffing, but no one's really shown an interest in those. I want to say it's easy to learn, but I only ever made, like, a pair of boxer shorts in Home Ec, somehow I got a third leg hole in them, and the stitching looked like it was done by a drunk spider." Rickie paces a little. "Let's see... Michelle wants a gift for Sam... Which fits, honestly, what do you get for the girl who knows what you're getting her? But Sam... what would she like, besides a power nullifier that doesn't cause cancer and horrible brain things? I may just paint something. Like, on canvas." She stretches her hands a couple feet apart, forming her own canvas across which happy-Sam colors play and swirl.
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Elly “I ought to give it a shot at least. Sewing patterns should be easy enough to find on the Internet. If that doesn’t work out, I’m not sure what to do,” Elly says. “I suppose that if anyone at the school owns a stuffed elephant already, I can try to trade for it? But of course there are several issues with that approach, too. I’ll try making one myself first. It will give me something to actually do during Art Club, if nothing else.” The Blue considers the prospective gift for Samantha. “You could paint a calendar for her, with each month depicting Lenore in the style of a different artist. She would probably like that.”
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Sarah "My money's on the heart-to-heart too," Sarah pipes up. "For the charity, I mean. You ask someone what they want for Christmas and they say charity, I figure they've got a lot on their mind. Not really sure you can keep that 'secret' though." She shifts focus, trying to keep the various presents Tabby had rattled off straight. "An elephant pattern shouldn't be too hard - maybe do a few practice runs first? It's probably ok if it's a bit quirky. Handmade stuff always is. Not sure you'd have much luck trading for one though - if anyone has one in here it's probably not something they're willing to part with." "... for Christmas cheer I'd probably just steal some of Tabby's gingerbread. Or make a christmas mix-tape or tinsel-raptor or something. The cheesier the better."
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Anna Grumpy as she may be, the mere mention of Lenore is enough to arouse a Proud Mama streak in Anna that's as thick as her mascara. She deftly dips her hand from eyes to mouth, trying to cover a smile as she imagines Lenore painted like the Mona Lisa, with that adorable little kitty smile. "Internet," she agrees, half muffled as she nods. "Or of somebody has one, you could just ask to look at it? Figure out shapes and sizes and how it's put together." Was that too enthusiastic sounding? Probably. Anna jerks her shoulders. Anna's gaze drifts, avoiding the others', eventually landing in front of the hearth... where Lenore have moved, with Tabby's absence, and begun to undergo that uniquely feline state transition from fur to liquid. Charity. The goth twinges. The cat sprawls. "I can always just ask her what's up. We haven't really talked in... a few days. Just kinda hint. If it's something like that, it'll probably come out pretty fast." Her smile is tentative, but this time she chooses to reveal it. "I sometimes think that's how she flies so well. Not a lot of secrets to keep her down."
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