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[ network/log ] howlettes training session #1
[ Because of the sheer number of people that ended up responding to Logan's apparent call for Mahjong team members, he ends up having to change the venue of their training from his office to the ante room next to Charles'. The first half-hour is spent explaining the rules of Mahjong (and snapping at anyone who tries to interrupt him; Logan's trying to get the damn explanation done as soon as possible), and after that he splits members into groups of four in the hopes of playing at least one game. He hovers throughout this first game in case anyone has anything they need clarified, and he's decidedly nicer than he was when he was busy trying to explain how the game works.
After all the first games are concluded, he leaves everyone to their devices to get to know each other, with the caveat that any mansion explorations are done with minimal destruction to the grounds. Some snacks have been laid out on the table -- mostly crisps, cookies, and other easy to eat fingerfoods (plus some Trix, courtesy of Spiderman) -- and there're bottles of juice and pop on the fireplace mantle, along with plastic cups if anyone wants to use them.
Logan also begrudgingly distributes a jacket to everyone at some point in the day. Having given the roster to Cyclops beforehand, the idiot went and got jackets made for them. All right, then.
He'll spend most of his free time seated in one of the chairs drinking pop and eating Trix, and saying yes to anyone who might want to play another Mahjong game with him. Mostly, he's just appalled that this thing's actually happening... and that so many people said yes.
Maybe he knows how to make friends after all. ]
ii. network/texting (after everyone's left the mansion)
Hey, good session today. Hope we all learned something from it. I think I learned more than I should have.
I'm sending all of you our teammates' contact details. You see a codename, that's all you're getting -- some of us want to keep our identities secret. If you're messaging anyone, let them know who you are first, OK?
Any questions or concerns, let me know.
P.S. This is what the Hyundai looks like: [ATTACHED IMG]. Print that out and stick it on the ceiling of your bedroom so you don't lose sight of your goals or whatever the hell it is people do.
L.
iii. open option
MAKE YOUR OWN STARTERS. Literally do it. Toplevel and stuff so I (and other people) can hit all of you, damn.
iii ota
[ the thing is, peter doesn't actually care about the game itself and not even the prize, if he's being honest. he can just run wherever he wants and get there within a few moments, but there's something different about being able to do those things with other people instead of alone.
and maybe he's just that bored.
but there's free food and free jackets, and peter has traded in his trademark silver one for the yellow and black that clashes horribly with his hair. whatever. the game moves much too slow for his liking, and it shows in the restless way he twirls the mahjong tile between his fingers just to give himself something to do. he's on good behavior for the first round, but at the start of the second game he does end up using his ability to scope out the rest of the table's tiles, rearranging a few in the middle. it only lasts for a few seconds and he's back in his seat, chin resting in his hand like he'd never moved at all.
he just wants to see how much he can get away with this, okay. ]
ii.
[ wildcard, come @ me. feel free to catch him before the lecture starts, peter will probably be the first one there lounging around and picking at the snacks and soda. he won't cheat during the first round, but feel free to catch him doing so with his speed thing in the second or third, if you so desire. ]
I hope... this extra shit... is ok
thing is, if Peter’s going to compete, there might well be some harm: if not through discovery then at least if one of their own number finds out afterwards that they didn’t win it fairly outright. some victories are best not hollowed out and this, he thinks, is one of them.
though Logan might decide otherwise. or Peter might have no intention of using his ability at the tournament. whatever the case, Stephen sees an opportunity and, ready to break up a somewhat slow afternoon, he takes it.
and literally stretches his own fucking time.
suddenly, mid-speedy, Peter might look up to find there’s someone else in the room who appears to be staring straight at him. and, given a “second” (millisecond? trillisecond?) or two— yeah, that’s Stephen cracking a smile as he calmly watches Peter peering over someone’s shoulder. it’s a normal-speed/super-speed/shared-speed smile, while everyone else around them exists just shy of frozen, moving in the way that spacetime intended.
another couple of seconds and he actually waves. ]
i hope loving you is ok
the point is, he very rarely gets caught, and so he's not exactly expecting stephen to be able to track him while he's speedily faffing around. the disturbance in the force is what makes him look up from over kurt's shoulder, squinting a little when stephen smiles at him.
that's weird. it's not like the way apocalypse had caught him; as far as he can tell, it's not as if stephen himself has sped up, but more that he's sort of extending something to tap into peter's. or something, he's not hank, he doesn't know the science behind it all.
what's even weirder is the waving, and it startles peter enough to raise his own hand in greeting. ]
i mean, if you must
and then... well. here they are. Stephen doesn't know exactly how far Peter's ability goes, what's physically possible, whether Peter trying to talk at super-speed will do something to the glass or the eardrums in the room or just piss off the local dogs. worst comes to worst he can pocket them off into somewhere slightly separate, so. may as well have a little chat. ]
Having fun?
[ I Am ]
/throws in a wildcard
Gathering your energy for the games, hm?
i.-ish/ii.
[ Or it might feel like it, anyway - like someone's watching him. Only no one actually seems to be, not even Naminé, who is partway across the room with her back to him, head bowed slightly over her own game of mahjong. The sensation goes away as quickly as it had come, and nothing else seems immediately amiss. ]
[ Except - wait, are those the same tiles he had before? Maybe before the last time he did the speedy thing, but they're definitely not what was there just a second ago. ]
[ (She did warn him not to cheat.) ]