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OPEN LOG #1
| INTRODUCTION |
| Welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, where we're the best there is at we do! Founded by Charles Xavier, the school exists to help young mutants understand their powers in order to use them wisely in the real world. Being approved by the educational board of the United States means that the school has all your typical classes: Mathematics, English, Science, Phys Ed, et cetera -- but being a mutant school means there's even more than that, like Outer Space Survival, Possible Histories, and The Art of Fighting without Fighting.
We offer classes, extracurricular activities, sports activities, field trips, and everything else that fine institutes are known for. Just count us a little higher than the rest, though -- especially since we're the only school that can handle mutants. |
PROMPT 1: FIRST DAY |
| It's the welcome ceremonies, which means you've all assembled on the front grounds of the school to listen to Headmaster Logan's big speech. It's not a very good speech, mind you -- something like welcome new students and hope you learn a lot here -- but you can tell he has a lot of heart.
After the ceremonies are over, you're free to explore the school, whether on your own or with one of the professors or a student who's already been here a while and knows the way things go. There's a GREENHOUSE, the LIBRARY, the ATRIUM, the CAFETERIA, the COURTYARD, the ARCHERY RANGE... you name it, the mansion probably has it. Charles Xavier's not one to skrimp out on money when there's things to be learned, you know. Alternatively, maybe you just want to go to your NEW ROOM and maybe meet your roommate on the way. Maybe some neighbours? Maybe you're sleeping right next to the room one of the chaperoning professors sleep in. Either way, there're definitely some new strangers for you to get to know now! |
PROMPT 2: BAMF-CATCHING |
| You've been at the school a while. Classes are definitely interesting, and there're some subjects you've never even heard of. Of all the things you've never seen, though, the Bamfs are pretty out there. These tiny blue things teleport in and out of all inches in the school, both outside of class and right in the middle of it. They write graffiti on the walls, yell out "BAMF!" and "WHISKEY!", and stare at pretty girls in ways that are probably considered uncomfortable. Sometimes they grab students and teleport them to other areas in the school!
The staff know about it, of course. Headmaster Logan is especially aware of them, and sometimes you can hear him yelling in the halls for the damn things to come back with his whiskey!. They're too big a threat to be able to take down, however, and are far too crafty to keep tame. One day, you see a sign on the bulletin board reading: BAMF CATCHING - MONETARY PRIZE FOR WHOEVER CATCHES THE MOST BAMFS. SACKS CAN BE FOUND OUTSIDE HEADMASTER LOGAN'S OFFICE. Do you dare try? |
PROMPT 3: DANGER ROOM TRAINING |
When you hear the first "Danger Room Quiz" is coming up, you expect to be taken to the place where the X-Men train. What you don't expect, however, is for Friday homeroom to have this announcement on the PA systems in a voice that is absolutely Hank McCoy's:"Good morning, students! As you already know, today is your first Danger Room Quiz. Now, typically we bring students in batches into the Danger Room, but Charles and I have decided to try something new... turning the entire school into one!With that, the broadcast ends. Your homeroom teachers offer you a sheepish smile. And then they dismiss you for the quiz. |
PROMPT 4: WILDCARD |
| If none of these prompts appeal to you, make one of your own! Have fun! |
➤ for the gruffest claw daddy of them all
He does what he's told and goes where he's directed with a garnish of distant politeness, but it takes a few long weeks for him to feel settled in. It doesn't help that he's self-conscious about his abilities (and only having the barest idea of what he can do is a whole other issue) and a restful night's sleep seems like something he lost in the divorce with his old life.
But it's far from all bad. There are people here who understand him, and it's... safe, a concept he'd also thought he'd lost for good.
And the Bamfs are kind of cute. Sort of. Or he'd thought so in the beginning, before their demonic shit stirring started escalating. Now they're mostly just harmless nuisances, when they're not going out of their way to give him a concussion.
Walking down on the hall, Jake hears the creature too late; something pounces onto his shoulders from behind, there's a flash and then--
Reality reforms itself into the shape of the headmaster's office. Oh, shit. Jake, knocked forward in the Bamf's momentum, stumbles off balance one step, two steps, and ends up going face-first into the front of the desk.]
Ow!
[It's indignant. If that had been a test to see how quickly he could find his foot, he just failed it miserably.]
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[despite his gruff appearance, the headmaster seems entirely sincere and kurt can't help snickering when he thinks back to the earlier ceremony. he has to imagine a man like that always comes off far harder than he likes, but his heart is soft and squishy.
taking his adventurous nature into consideration, he has no trouble teleporting here and there, examining any and all rooms he can find. the main places he lingers are the greenhouse, the library and the cafeteria. (since he loves plants and books and a guy like him has to make sure he's eating often with his overly high metabolism)
although, once he's done exploring, maybe you catch him outside, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing by or in his room, setting his things out so he can go through them. depending on who walks in, he'll raise his head and greet them, regardless.] Hello! [enthusiastic as ever while he's rifling through his belongings. if at all possible, he might even dare asking:] Are you my roommate?
my dreams are getting so strange; (catching bamfs)
[having settled into the steady (and sometimes monotonous) flow of classes, something like these little blue bamfs are a nice change-up. of course, when he first spots one, the surprise that comes across his face is blatant.]
Wow, they kind of— [kurt pauses, blinking rapidly when one of the tiny creatures teleports right onto his face.] ... look like me. [even though he sounds muffled behind the miniature mutant.
he reaches to pluck it off, holding it tight beneath his arm and shaking his head. so, these were what logan had been shouting about? how peculiar! along the way, nightcrawler does notice the sign.] Bamf-catching, huh? [sounds like quite the feat, but he's been known for his zeal to complete taskes and maybe — just maybe — there's another way to catch his little mini-mes without throwing them into a sack.]
i'd like to tell you everything i see; (danger room)
[compared to other students, the teleporter surely seems far too excited about this danger room simulation quiz. as soon as the announcement finishes, he's immediately rushing to his room, muttering to himself about what will be necessary for comet shelter, zombie stopping, and sentinel destroying.
and he's absolutely feeling it.
so, it would come as no surprise if he accidentally runs into someone (possibly in the literal sense) or grabs a nearby shoulder, iridescent eyes glimmering with fervor.] This is so exciting! What part do you think you'll like the most? [since he isn't sure he can pick without undergoing each task first.]
wildcard;
[ooc: hit me with something of your own!]
living with the things you do to me; library
[Liz Masters is just taking a short-cut through the library to class when suddenly there's a burst of foulness and something bigger but just as blue as the bamfs emerges from thin air only a foot away.
Ah she'd been wondering when Kurt would 'drop' in, although expecting this moment doesn't make it any easier. She doesn't let even the slightest hint of the emotions raging within her chest show on
the asinine human complexion she currently wears asher face, clamping down on them brutally, taking refuge in the persona she'd adopted to cue this interaction free of any foolish sentiment.]Oh my word! Holy sh...arp pencils!
[The pile of papers that she's carrying are tossed everywhere as Liz gasps and puts a hand to her chest, obviously having received one of the biggest shocks of her life.]
I don't know whether to be angry or amazed young man! Maybe if you apologise properly and explain yourself then I won't give you detention!
here we gooo!!!
I'm sorry, miss Masters! [does it help that he looks really sincere?] My intention wasn't to startle, I assure you. [nightcrawler gestures toward the books tucked into his arm, tail slithering around to pick up one of the fallen writing utensils.] I just got rather distracted during my search.
And amazed is the reaction I'd normally hope for, but I can understand your anger, too. Teleportation is a mutation better left outdoors or in the danger room.
[after he sets the armful of things aside on a nearby table, the blue boy kneels and begins picking up papers as well, offering his best sheepish smile.] Can I avoid detention if I finish picking this up and promise not to do it again?
4. Magneto Shows Up
He started walking through the building.
IM SO LATE BUT I LOVE THIS
And, okay -- maybe it's sort of cruel. But the pages wouldn't have cushioned his fall, anyway, so this is the lesser evil, here. ]
Why you sonuva... [ But with a BAMF! the little blue elf disappears, and Logan mumbles quietly under his breath. ] Jesus fucking Christ.
[ He sets the papers onto his chair before coming forward and gently helping the kid into the seat on the other side of the desk. Reaching into the pocket of his trousers, he pulls a kerchief out and gently holds it up to the kid's nose to catch the blood that oozes out of it.
A warm hand pats the kid on the back to have him leaning forward slightly, enough for the blood to drip out of his nose instead of down his throat for swallowing. ] Breathe through your mouth, [ is his first piece of advice, ] and pinch this part here. [ His thumb and index very gently catch the soft part of the kid's nose, just above his nostrils, before his touch slips away entirely. ]
It'll go away in a few minutes. [ He pats a hand on his shoulder, and prays against all hope that it feels soothing. ] You okay?
[First day | room] ...BECAUSE OF CORUSE I'll PICK THAT
She needed some time to herself to think and after asking the people in charge of the school, Summer heads to her assigned room...only to find her roommate already in it. And he's very cheerful.
He.
Oh, that can't be right. But let it not be said that she doesn't have manners. Summers gives the other mutant a nod, her voice steady but with a hint of uncertainty.]
I think so. My name is Summer Scott, nice to meet you.
ohhh man ;;; this is going to be super peachy! THE PEACHIEST
but imagine his surprise when he meets eyes (or sees glasses, rather) on someone who looks oddly familiar, except as a female. all the earlier excitement gives way to open-mouthed shock, his entire frame stiffening when she says her name.
because there's obviously no way it could have gotten anymore awkward.] U–Uhm, [he stammers, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his sudden shift in demeanor.] Hello, Summer. I'm Kurt.
Wow, you look so much like someone I know, although— [hold that thought, he tells himself. at least until he can figure out how to word it correctly without sounding offensive.] Ah, never mind! It's nice to meet you, too.
Nothing could possibly go wrong. NOTHING.
Nice to meet you, Kurt. [The girl takes a step closer actually offering her hand. She's kind of the formal type and really bad at social interactions, Kurt will have to forgive her.]
Do I? There are people here that look like some of my friends but they're the opposite gender. [Beating around the bush is not something she does.]
nope not at all!!
her formalness is nice, actually. kurt stands, reaches to meet her offered limb, firmly clasping the hand and shaking.] Yes, you do.
Wow, really? [a beat.] Is there a girl that looks like me?
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[Now that she knows it's not anything that's going to hurt her Liz visibly calms down, smoothing her clothing and regaining her composure by the time Kurt finishes picking up her dropped files.]
Doctor Masters please. [She tells him with a hint of reproof in her voice, although she softens it with a smile to show that she doesn't mind too much.] I'm not angry, but in future you should watch where you teleport young man!
[She considers for a moment, and because there wasn't any malice in it --and so can't use it as an excuse to be alone with him in detention-- she'll let it slide.] I don't think there'll be any need for detention Mister...? However I'd still like to see you in my office, there's a questionnaire that I'd like all students to fill out by the end of the month."
WE CAN BOTH BE FASHIONABLY LATE <333
Jake doesn't have time for judgement, regardless, too stunned by the sudden impact and sharp pain lancing up his face. Jesus fucking Christ indeed. Hands slap the wood, too late to brace himself but enough to signal he hasn't passed out like a dead fish atop Logan's pen collection just yet.
Seriously, ow.
A drop of red lands on the varnished wood, then another. Instinctively reaching up to find the source alerts him to the damage. Pain and disbelief war for dominance. Are you kidding him right now? He could've gotten a concussion! And for what?]
I can't believe I shared my lunch with them once!
[Twice the indignation and nasally intonation this time. Wincing, he sits when Logan eases him back, face screwed up in a look of intense concentration to keep his watering eyes from turning into real tears. He bites down on his lip to swallow the soft sounds of pain that want to escape, if not the blood.]
Is it broken? [Doing as directed, he pinches own to stem the floor before his clothes can become bloody casualties.] I can't tell.
Everything is so chill and comfortable already
No that I know her but.. perhaps? [ Tentatively, she offers a small smile Maybe another you will show up here too. ]Everything is so strange, I don't even have other clothes to wear. Would you happen to know where I could get any?
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[kurt's relief is blatant in the way his shoulders relax, lips quirking slightly when she says he won't be getting detention. whew, that was far too close. he straightens back up though, handing over the last slip of paper then moving to pick up his own things again.] Wagner. I prefer 'Kurt,' but since you are my mentor ...
Thank you. Was there a specific time I should show up or would you just like it filled out any time before then?
yes definitely there are absolutely no problems
That would be interesting to see some day. [and for emphasis, he nods then glances over his shoulder.] Uhm, well, I might have some extra clothes you could borrow until you are able to get your own things? If you'd prefer actual girl clothes, I'm pretty sure I saw my friend Jubilee around here somewhere.
thank god for mutual slowtagging
[ Then again, every time Logan breaks his nose, it heals almost immediately after. It isn't too farfetched to say he's hardly the leading authority on injuries of any kind. ]
I keep telling you kids not to feed the Bamfs. [ He clicks his tongue, moving to take some tissues from the top of his desk (a roll, he finds, is especially useful, because there're a lot of kids that come to his office that end up bawling -- and he doesn't even grill them that hard!). He offers some to Jake, and the others he curls lightly into the collar of his shirt to keep any dripping blood from staining the cotton. ]
Makes 'em think you wanna play, and then they go and do shi -- things like this. [ Logan shakes his head. ] Last birthday I had, I gave 'em a slice of cake and woke up on Lady Liberty the next day.
None whatsoever
I don't really wear girly clothes often. I think you're too tall to lend me any kind of pants but if I could borrow a shirt or a jacket that could be fantastic. Just until I can find a teacher to tell me where to get the clothes. And uhm...where to get some money.
At that, she makes an apologetic face because Summer really doesn't like to ask for these things but she literally showed up in this world with nothing but the clothes on her.
Have you been here for a while?
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Sure! I have plenty of shirts and coats that you could choose from, so you can take whatever you like. [a pause, his hand withdrawing then reaching to settle at his chin.] That's ... something I'm not sure of. [kurt perks, though, grin widening with exuberance.] I've no problem giving you money, either.
[because he remembers how it felt, borrowing from his friends or them offering nice things when he first arrived. it was exceptionally generous; he was thankful (and still is), but being able to make purchases of ones own accord is also nice.] Not long at all. A few days, perhaps, at the most?
slow and steady wins the race
[What does that mean for his face. A pair of watery blue eyes fix on Logan from over the top of his hand. God, he's not going to have a crooked nose from now on, is he? Is he...? With this many super-powered people around, surely someone would be able to fix a flattened nose, right?
He could be squinting at the reprimand or just blinking stinging eyes, it's hard to say.]
You can say shit. They're shits. [He doesn't need to be told twice, he has plenty regrets of his own about playing nice with those things.
Protecting his shirt isn't something that would've crossed his mind, and he blinks down, taking the rest of the tissues in his hand absently. It's an oddly parental gesture and it throws him a bit. He's been getting used to not having parents.] Thanks.
[It comes out sounding like "tanks."]
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A coat would be wonderful, I just need one. Thank you, Kurt. And no, no, I can't take your money. I appreciate it but... [ There's a blush creeping on her cheeks know because she does need the money but it feels wrong to take it. They've just met. ] I just need to find Miss Frost and talk to her, she will know what to do.
Ah, that's not a lot then. Is people treating you well?
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Here, [he offers, turning to dig into one of his nearby bags and pull a coat free.] You're welcome, but if you can't find her, I insist that you come back and ask. [because he has some to spare for summer, especially for necessities like clothes.
after handing the jacket over, he nods and raises the same hand he'd used, rubbing sheepishly at the nape of his neck.] They usually do. I'm sure there will be people who won't take as kindly to my presence.
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Thank you, Kurt. Let me invite you to lunch or something once I get things sorted out, to thank you.
[ She clearly isn't bothered by Kurt's looks or what others might think but to hear that some might be mean to him makes Summers frown. ]Well, it's their loss then.
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Lunch? [well, maybe he could be convinced to accept her gratitude ...] You know what? Sure, I'll take you up on that. We can go once you're all settled in.
[her comment warrants another grin then he lowers the arm, happy that he and his roommate will have no trouble getting along.] That's kind of you to say.
It's okay if we end/face to black this? C: I'm a bit swamped with tags
Perfect! [ Summer doesn't say more but she smiles, happy and sincere. It might remind Kurt of the Scott he knows, if only for a brief moment. ]
I should go see if I can find Miss Frost or someone from my world, It was really nice to meet you Kurt, I look forward to sharing a room with you.
but what if Slowest?
The fact that he's so awkward giving it is probably enough for anyone to understand why.
What's even more awkward, however, is the fact that Jake is still... here. Which isn't bad or anything by nature, but makes Logan uncomfortable solely because nobody just does that. ] Did you wanna talk?
[ Hopefully that doesn't come out sounding irritated or anything, because Logan isn't. Just, you know. Confused. ]
I mean, I don't mind you hiding out in here [ even if nobody else does ] but uh. I don't get a lot of visitors that aren't troublemakers.
still Loveliest
Sorry for interrupting. I can go.
[And sorry... if there's a dent in your desk the shape of his head...]
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[ He's not used to it. But apparently that's not the right thing to say in a headmaster situation.
Logan's gaze flicks to Jake's nose again, but then finds the kid's eyes instead as a small smile appears on his face. It's a pretty awkward smile. (He's doing his best.) ]
How about I teach you how to control one of these things?
[ Cyke's gonna kick his ass for not finishing his paperwork, but what the fucking hell. ]
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[That he's interrupted. He can swing by the medical wing if need be--there's probably no better place this side of the country equipped to deal with the bloody stuff.
And the latter might not even be necessary, anyway. When he releases his nose to test how hard the faucet is still running, the flow seems to be slowing already. He may not have the regenerative abilities of the Wolverine, but he does have that bounce-back resiliency of an eleven-year-old that allows him to fall headfirst off a jungle gym and keep going like nothing happened.]
Control? [That gets his attention; he looks to Logan curiously, the words coming clearer as he unpinches his nose again.] What do you mean?
[The strain in the man's smile is forgiven, and in fact barely noticed. He and the other adults have already put so much time and attention into Jake; he couldn't ask or expect more. But he's eager to learn, that much is undeniable.]
the fact that you play real teleporters aside
But he does use his free hand to bonk it lightly on the head, and the Bamf starts yammering in that Pokemon-esque, repetitive name-word way it's known for. ]
Your own personal teleporter.
this is the superior way to teleport
The thing with being eleven is, one's opinions and moods can change on a dime. The boy from a minute ago who was resolved not to play nice with the Bamfs anymore looks a little uncertainly at the one squirming in Logan's grasp after the swat to the head.]
I don't know... It seems kind of mean to force them like that, doesn't it?
[Even after they almost concuss you on the headmaster's desk. Roland had made moves to hone it and sharpen it in their time together, but Jake still holds onto a soft spot for living creatures big and small. Animals especially, despite knowing the Bamfs aren't technically animals.]