1964-05-15 - Rainy Evenings
Summary: A group gathers in the X-mansion, introductions are made
Related: None
Theme Song: None
lorna julie cassandra-wu-san nyx illyana sophie-rousseau 


The evening came in with the storm clouds rolling in after dinner. The tell tale rumble of thunder promised to cut short anyone still attempting to use the sunlight that would've otherwise remained up for another hour or so. Rain had yet to come, but it was palpable in its promise. The leaves on the trees rattled and flapped, and the glass in the older window panes shuddered as the thunder boomed again.

Inside though, dishes had been put away from dinner and the left overs had been carefully put into the fancy, large fridge. The younger students crowded around the TV in the living room, a few grumbles, shouts and elbows following as dominance over the couch was fought for and settled.

A few others drifted here and there as they wanted, but all and all it was otherwise a quiet evening at the Institute.

Lorna herself had took up her favored spot in a green velvet chair in the corner well away from the tv in the connecting room, giving her a view of the chaos as she nibbled a candy bar. In her lap sat a heavy text book, science most likely. Beneath it, was a comic book that she was clearly reading otherwise.

*

Julie pauses in the doorway, leaning there briefly in a full knee-length skirt and bowling shirt. She seems a bit bemused by the whole thing.

*

Cassandra is back in a corner quietly doing stretches like a ritual. She's wearing a new blue and red Xavier's School t-shirt and gym shorts, revealing lean and finely sculpted muscles along her otherwise slightly emaciated limbs void of fat and riddled with scars. She's presented seated in the butterfly posture not far from Lorna, knees all the way to floor and leaned forward with her feet tucked. She's basically kissing the floor with her arms spread, the rest of the room seemingly disregarded.

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There's Nyx, who is stoically refusing to wear anything resembling school gear. She is wearing black, and long sleeves. Her fingerless gloves. Sunglasses. Her pale skin is on display for now, noticeable in that in any given room she likely has the least pigment. "Hey, Cass," the girl is calling as he ocmes close. Julie gets a glance and a blink. Nyx doesn't smile. She usually doesn't, really.

At least the blonde helped out with the dishes. For now she is squinting as she surveys the room, though it's hard to tell with the glasses perched on her nose.

*

A glance lifted toward Cassandra as the young woman continued to do her squats, earning a slight lift of Lorna's eyebrow as the green haired mutant stubbornly took a large bite of her chocolate bar. If by doing so she could spite all the extra training and conditioning she'd been going through by the mere act. Jealousy at the limber woman's physical abilities bled into her already green eyed gaze.

Then a glance as spared for Nyx and with a wiggle of her fingers the light switches clicked off, leaving the room in otherwise dim shade. The TV's light the only remaining source of light. It wasn't like Lorna was actually studying. A chorus of hey! and a few thanks! Came from the younger teens as they continued watching their show.

*

Julie seems, well, somewhat impressed by Cass's flexibility there, she smirks a little as the lights go down, waiting for commercials to pass so she can see what show all the excitement is about. "Reminds me of my cousins when we were all younger. What's on, then?"

*

Cassandra will switch her posture to a simple lotus with a parting of her to relocate atop her knees when she hears Nyx. She returns to reality with a surveying gaze of new arrivals, continuing to blithely disregard the youths and their TV otherwise as she acknowledges Nyx with a quiet smile.

*

When the lights go down Nyx looks up and grins a little bit. She reaches for her glasses and pulls them off, slowly. Lorna gets a wiggle of fingers right back from the blonde girl who is busily tucking away the frames into a pocket of her black dednim jacket. She turns slightly and then tilts her head, taking a deep breath. Cassandra, on the other hand, does get another smile. With a nod for Julie Nyx buriesh er hands into her pockets and makes her way over to Cass's corner to join her on the floor. Lotus position? Easy. Nyx can do that. It also affords her a good look at the television.

*

Lorna sighed, looking bored as she glanced toward Julie, who the younger kids mostly gave annoyed looks to when question what they were watching. They were intent on watching whatever it was that flickered on the screen. Still, Lorna flashed Nyx a smile as the mutant pulled back her glasses. Finally the green haired girl turned her attention toward Cassandra with a hook of her eyebrows lifting.

Outside lightning flashed and the rain finally came pouring down. The TV gained some measure of static and the kids groaned, one of them rising to fidget with knobs and the alike.

"Do you ever stop?" She asked finally, her voice low as she eyed Cassandra.

*

Cassandra looks up from Nyx to Lorna her expression owlish as she acknowledges the mutant with a look of curiosity. After a moment, she'll then look to Nyx with the same sans a crinkling of her eyebrows. The lean and muscular girl blinks placidly, sparing not a word.

*

Julie smirks a little bit, and sticks out a finger toward the antenna control on the rabbit ears: click, click, click goes a rotary dial. Winks to Nyx as she come in, "Guess everyone better not try this at once."

*

Nyx arches a brow and nods, leaning her head towardCassandra as she does, taking a deep breath. Afterward she shiftsher gaze back to Lorna and retursn that smile, tilting her head as she does. She takes a deep breath. Slowly. "Is… there a problem? She has no idea what you're on about by the way. Just so you know." Nyx has a rough voice, deeper than one might expect of her. Nyx takes a deep breath and slowly shakes her head.

*

Illyana arrives from Xavier's Institute.

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Illyana has arrived.

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Lorna bit back a laugh as the kids protested the change of the dials and the TV's station was good and lost to the storm outside and Julie's tampering. A few irritated looks were aimed their way before they grumbled and left in a huff.

Green shifted to Cassandra and she closed her book, slipping off the chair and easing to the floor nearer to her and Nyx.

"Does she not speak English? Or does she not understand language at all?" She tilted her head, interest lighting up her features. "Is she mute?"

Lorna didn't look particularly threatening from the floor at least.

*

Cassandra looks from Nyx to Lorna as she notes when the former made words at the latter on her behalf. She stares placidly and unblinkingly at the green eyed lady, calloused hands resting on matching feet loosely in her lotus posture. She'll eventually knit her brows as she observes the knelt Lorna make words generally their way, her face quizzical in its regard.

*

Julie keeps fiddling with the antenna and fine-tuning till she gets the station in tune, cause, she's got a tendency to fix things, and since she's across the room, her body doesn't become part of the antenna whenever she touches it. "No patience, some kids these days," she smirks. Adds to Lorna, "I guess she don't know any languages, somehow. Gotta talk with your hands, I guess, or be like the Professor."

*

"…" Nyx is silent for a second when Lorna asks her questions, looking bak over her shoulder at Cassandra. She bites her bottom lip for a moment, tilting her head slightly to the left.

"Right. She doesn't know how to talk. I don't think she's learned a language or she'd use one of those.. But, um. Well." Then she frowns and retreats further into the corner, closer to Cassandra. Protectively, if one is trying to make that connection.

"Anyway, she's just working out, right." Nyx shrugs then and slowly relaxes, by degrees. It takes her a bit of work. "We're safe," she notes then, mimicking the many times she's said exactly that when they've reached safehouses or other areas. "This is a nice place. But, um. Yeah. he Professor was going to work with her."

*

Lorna grimaced faintly at the thought that someone didn't know how to speak at all. Here she was complaining that her father was making her learn multiple langauges.. A sheepish look crossed her features as she scratched at the back of her head. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't know." A pause and she leaned forward slightly, offering a wave toward Cassandra, a small wiggle of her fingers.

"Hey." A glance toward Nyx and Lorna hooked an eyebrow upwards.

"What's her name? Or what do you call her at least? Man, I wish Jean was here.." She grumbled softly, huffing a breath as she shifted on the floor and smoothed her skirt out.

*

Illyana says, "… give if you say you'll love me too," comes a voice at the same time a bright flash appears at the top of the staircase. "I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you." The voice is not horrendous — but not one that's generally intended for singing, perhaps. "I don't care too much for money. Money can't buy me…"

The voice cuts off as Illyana's blonde head appears over the bannister, looking down at the crowd below. "Oh. We've got guests. Hello, people I don't know." She slings herself onto the bannister and slides down toward the group below. "For the record, money can't buy me love — in case anybody was unaware. At least, everybody tells me so." She's wearing a black and yellow tartan skirt and jacket over a white blouse. "Hi, Lorna. Who's everybody?"

*

Cassandra looks up at the musical intro, her curiosity broken over Lorna and her crouching before her with mixed signals of intent. She'll look away from her with a half smile to Yana, who gets a blink and a canting of her head. So many curious people around here! Some musical, some with weird colors. She'll glance back at Nyx again, flashing a more toothy smile this time over the growing group of people.

*

Julie laughs a bit, …musical's not bad, though it seems the Beatles have found their way even here. She says to Lorna, "Cassandra; she's kind of learn to say that, anyway. She gives Illyana a wave, too, …seemingly there's a few here she's crossed paths with on an occasion or two."

*

Lorna twisted around to beam up at Illyana as the Russian mutant arrived and she waved toward her. "Hey 'Yana!" She glanced back toward Nyx, Cassandra and Julie. "Right well, lets get introductions out of the way I guess. We've got Dizzy, or Julie there, uh," She glanced at Nyx and blushed.

"I forgot your name, I'm sorry. There's too many new people around here these days for me to keep straight with codenames and everything." She bit her lower lip, and gestured towards Cassandra.

"And that's apparently Cassandra, but she doesn't understand language like at all. Apparently the Professor is working with her. I dunno. How are you doing Yana?"

*

The smile is returned. Nyx relaxes as Cassandra appears to, finally taking a deep breath and sighing softly. She leans herself into the wall behind her, still partially shielding Cassandra with herself while leaving their corner open to people approaching. Illyana is watched quietly and gets a wave. Then her gaze shifts over toward Julie and Lorna she nods.

"Yep. Cassandra. Sorry, I should have introduced her first." Now Nyx is drawing her knees in toward her chest. She frowns thoughtfully. "People usually call me Nyx,' she adds fter a moment in that rough, quiet voice of hers. "Um. I… Lizzy." A beat. "My name is Lizzy but I don't really use it outside the school."

*

"Dizzy. Lizzy." Illyana points at Julie and Nyx in turn, then turns to point at Cassandra. "And I suppose that makes our linguistically challenged friend here 'Kizzy', because otherwise the theme doesn't work." She mimes her entire statement as she speaks. 'Linguistically challenged' is accompanied by a hand covering her mouth, followed by a shake of her head. "That will make me 'Izzy', at least for tonight, and Lorna…" She pauses, considering Lorna. "You can't be Lizzy. We've got one of those. And we've got a Dizzy, too. Lorna, you have entirely the wrong initials. Mizzy, then."

*

Lorna shot her friend a dry look as she stood and shook her head. "I am so not Mizzy. Or any combination of 'izzy' to start with." She stuck her tongue out at Illyana good naturedly and stretched her arms over her head with a grin.

"I am however, so totally tired. Scott is a complete basket case, gives me extra laps and everything. I swear its a conspiracy with my father to keep me too exhausted to get into trouble." She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"We have to go out sometime Yana, we don't hang out enough anymore." She grumbled and offered a wave at the others.

"Good night, it was nice meeting you Cassandra." And she made to leave to go up the stairs toward her room.

*

Julie laughs a bit, there. Gives Lorna a wave, though, as she departs, "Well, I guess as long as it don't confuse Cassandra more. But I can't tell if anything registers with her, yet. Could be OK with her hands, though, she was handling some parts to something and I bet she could figure it out."

*

"Bye." Nyx waves quietly as Lorna is disappearing from the room. She takes adee p breath and settles back against the wall more firmly, crossing her arms in front of her as she does. "Well, I still get to be Lizzy, so I'll go for it. Lizzy, Izzy, Dizzy… I dunno about Kizzy." Nyx arches a brow and then looks to Julie once more. "I mean, it registers. She just doesn't bother reacting if she doesn't get it, right." Nyx shrugs. "Cass is really smart.. She just… Mmm." SHaking her head Nyx finally focuses her gaze onto Yana. "What song was that you were singing? I keep hearing it but I have no idea."

*

Cassandra will squint for a moment at the exchange between Yana and Lorna, regarding them with an avian gaze as she cants her head slightly. Looking more fully to Lorna as she goes to depart, Cassandra will raise a hand in uncertain fashion to wiggle her fingers at her as she goes. Quirking her lips as she lowers the hand, she looks back to the charades playing Yana with a raise of her brows. Her expression seems to ask 'is she serious?'

*

Thea arrives from Institute - Library.

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Thea has arrived.

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Thea leaves, heading towards Xavier's Institute [O].

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Thea has left.

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Illyana grabs Lorna as the girl passes her, smooches her cheek, then sends her on her way. This done, she approaches the others and drops into a cross-legged position close by. "Yes," she says to Cassandra, shaking her head. "I am totally serious in everything I do. It is my way. It was 'Can't Buy Me Love', Lizzy. By the Beatles. Number one song in the country last month. And part of this month. Just ask Cousin Brucie."

*

Julie nods, "These British boys been pretty big, got my young cousins worked up like they're Elvis or something," she winks.

*

"I think she is," Nyx whispers ruefully to Cassnadra. She nods at the same time, ensuring her meaning is not mistaken. Aterward she turns those pale blue eyes onto Illyana once more, blinking once. "Huh. Is that it's called? Catchy…" She shrugs then, tilting her head a bit. "They're more annoying than the Sultan of Swoon, though. It'll probably blow over in a few months."

*

Cassandra quirks a brow briefly at Nyx, noting her nod. She'll swing her legs out straight from her lotus seating, diligently avoiding Nyx as she looks up at people while then leaning forward nearly far enough to touch her chin to her knees. Smiling awkwardly as she carries on with what she'd been about prior to Lorna's objection. Her hands shift to lay on the floor loosely by her sides as she continues to watch the conversationalists, observing their quirks and gestures to memorize their apparent personalities. She'll figure things out soon enough.

*

"Elvis," Illyana states, Russian accent growing thicker for a moment, "thinks he his far more attractive than he is. Not that I'm interested in the moptops from across the pond either." 'Moptop' is mimed by motions of cleaning a kitchen floor followed by patting the top of her head. "Their music is good. Elvis… some of his stuff is okay."

*

Julie nods to Nyx, "Well, it's not like they're bad songs, really, pretty catchy, not so sure what all the fuss is about except it's a bit different. But hey, why not."

*

"No, s'cool so long as I'm not listening to it, like, all the time. Every day. I like that one." Nyx actually smiles briefly at Julie before settling into her usual solemn expression. She is, for the record, pressed against a corner, knees pulled in toward her chest, beside Cassandra while the room is divided between the conversation about music and a bunch of kids watching television.

*

The TV up front draws Cassandra's eye for a moment. The girl, folded in half with her scarred and chiselled legs before her, looks up front as a black and white western comes to its conclusion, causing a stir amongst the youths. She'll knit her brows a bit in a concerned fashion as she watches the kids get worked up in a positive manner over the image of someone getting shot.

Cassandra then looks over at Yana speaking while wiping at her hair to Nyx. She cracks a bemused grin at that, and exhales a soft sigh.

*

It's about then that a swirl of mist makes its way under the front door, and, while wafting across the space toward the gathering, said mist re-forms into the 'ghostly' airy-form of Sophie. As her feet touch down, another swirl envelops her for a moment, and as it dissipates, the now-solid young blonde is standing there, smiling. Despite the rain coming down outside, her clothes and her hair are completely dry. "Hey, everyone," she says. "I did not think I was ever going to get away from that function," she adds, shaking her head and letting out a weary laugh. "The perils of being a diplomat's kid." She's dressed (ooc: as desced) in a smart outfit, looking very much the stylish, proper young woman.

*

"Get used to it," Illyana — Izzy — advises the others. "They're going to be big for a VERY long time." She nods knowingly. She catches Cassandra's grin out of the corner of her eye and turns to beam at her. "Kizzy! You smiled! Hooray!" She raises her arms in triumph, then falls over backwards in time to spie Sophie drifting from about the door and forming into herself. "Neat trick. Sounds tough. My brother's a cosmonaut."

*

Julie is a bit startled by Sophie sneaking in gaseous form through the door she's leaning against. "Mammamia!" she exclaims, muttering some other astonished phrase in Italian, and is like, "So, Misty Mistral, that's out of this world, what you can do."

*

Cassandra will continue to smile at Yana's exhultation until the fog rolls in. At this point, she'll go into action at the surprise. Eyes widen owlishly before her movements become a blur.

Cassandra's face grows stoic as she slides her feet beneath her, rising to her feet before baring her hands with fingers crooked like claws. Her feet spread shoulder width and she watches what's happening. Blinking when Sophie steps forth, she slides back down into her lotus with a quirk of her lips and flush of her cheeks.

*

"Hey, 'Yana. I see you've met our new arrivals," Sophie says, grinning. "Let's try not to scare them too much, too soon, oui?" Julie's comment gets a good-natured humble smile and a shrug in reply. (Hey, she didn't make her genes do this!) She gives Cassandra an apologetic look for having startled her, along with a warm, reassuring smile, before turning her attention to Nyx. "Getting settled in all right? I wish I hadn't had to take off for a few hours like that. Is there anything you or Cassandra need that you haven't found?"

*

"Around here," Illyana says to Cassandra, "this is normal." She gestures around in a circle to encompass everything, then produces a yawn — 'ho hum, how dull'. "I'm not scary!" The blonde looks mildly affronted, though she lets the expression rapidly fade. "Tonight, anyway. However, tonight you are 'Sizzy'. And I am Izzy. Because we've got a Lizzy and a Dizzy. And life is better with weirdness."

*

Julie just laughs a bit again at the kidding around about names. Nods to Sophie, "Hey, family stuff's family stuff," she says, and she should know, really, as often as she's found in work clothes, though tonight it's a comfy skirt and a bowling shirt over her top while rain comes down outside. "I dunno, though, maybe we ought to get out a record player while everyone's talking music."

*

Cassandra shifts ever so slightly in her seating, then rises to her feet once more. Smiling with an apologetic air, Cass proceeds to the door with a light brush of Nyx's shoulder. She offers the same to Sophie before reaching to doorhandle to find her way out. Cass offers a modest finger wave to everyone before turning the handle to open it slowly and step on out.

*

"I'm cool with weird at least," Nyx replies to this sentiment from 'Izzy'. She's actually fully smiling when Sophie appears, those blue eyes widening slightly a shedoes. There's a visible ripple through the shadows collect near her as they start to warp according to the blonde's will. "… Hey, Soph. Glad you could make it."

*

"Goodnight, Cassandra," Sophie says, letting her expression get the meaning to the girl that her words cannot. Turning to Illyana, she says, with a quick, musical laugh, "I did not mean you in particular!" At least a bit more seriously, she adds, "Also, I think we will all find that Nyx and Cassandra are harder to truly frighten than the average person. But what is this about music? Have I come in in the middle of something?"

*

Illyana waves after Cassandra — she should be able to interpret that, at least. "These two think that Elvis is better than the Beatles," she tells Sophie, waving at Julie and Nyx. "But clearly they are wrong."

*

Julie says, "Ah, everyone was just talking about those Beatles guys a bit, I dunno, just was an idea," she says to Sophie. "Plenty else out there, too. One thing about New York, we got great radio."

*

"Sinatra," Nyx corrects, shaking her head. "Ol' blue eyes'll kick the butts of those dude any time. Probably because he's a mobster or something." She doesnt' say ,uch but she does keep her eyes traiend on Cassandra until the other girl is gone. Then Nyx climbs to her feet, making her way over to Sophie. She reaches out to give the taller blonde a tight hug. "I dunno. I don't see it, I guess. Dizzy's got it right." She gives Julie a firm nod of appreciation. Solidarity, that.

*

Illyana has left.

*

"If I was to be /patriotique/, I would say that Sylvie Vartan is better than either Mr, Presley or those four English boys," Sophie says with a laugh and a wink to the others, while hugging Nyx back. "Miss me?" she asks the shorter blonde playfully, before returning to the musical topic. "But I am more and more fond of Bob Dylan and Peter, Paul and Mary and other such artists."

*

Julie says, "Oh, they play in the Village sometimes, guess they have since people heard of em much elsewhere. I was in California a couple years, so I guess I missed out some."

*

"Sylvie who?" Nyx asks blankly but then she nods her head slowly. "…Yeah. I missed you," she admits. The hug continues a bit longer than might be proper before Nyx looks around the room one more time. "Bob Who?" She adds then, tilting her head. "I know who Peter, Paul, and Martie are," she adds helpfully.

*

"…and /Mary/," Sophie corrects, with a giggle. "And Sylvie Vartan is very popular back home in France. The diplomatic courier brought me some of her records last week. But I am liking more and more, these 'folk' songs. With their words that are /about/ something, other than boys and girls."

*

Julie says, "Well, we'll just have to play her, too. I only took a little French in high school, though: kinda thought running off to Paris could be fun for a while, there. We got a school, we could just have our own dances or something, come down to it."

*

"Oh. Right. Mary." Nyx sounds sheepish at best. having released Sophie she makes a great show of looking around the room. Because she isn't just hanging around next to Sophie. There is a purpose in standing here. Yep. …Not really. "Paris might be cool," she agrees, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. "As for dances I… Don't know." A beat. "I don't think I've ever really danced. I mean… I've danced, but…"

*

"I will teach you," Sophie says to Nyx, grinning. "And Paris is the most beautiful of cities. Of course, I may /perhaps/ be a /bit/ biased in my opinion." She laughs, before saying to Julie, "We should. Have dances, I mean."

*

Julie nods, and says to Nyx, confidently, "We'll work something like that out, …hey, at least no one's gotta hide here, and all. I mean, not from each other. You know, my, err, special stuff don't really show much, but it still kind of adds up. Hard to really relax sometimes."

*

"I mean, other than being allergic to too much sunlight or something my special stuff only pops out when I'm upset. Or scared. Or have an intense dream…" Nyx shakes her head slowly at that before breathing a soft laugh. it's almost a groan. "Okay, Soph. Teach me to dance. I'd, um… Like tha a lot." Nyx's quiet intensity has been thoroughly replaced for a softspoken sort of shyness since Sophie took up a place beside her. For now, at least. "This place is actually pretty cool. I didn't know what I was going to think. I'm used to people trying to get me to fit into places and just… Yeah."

*

"Here, we can be ourselves," Sophie says to Nyx, with that infectious smile of hers. "When so much of the world outside fears us for what we can do, being different in other ways seems like a small thing, non? Here, I can be unafraid to admit that I like boys, and I like girls. And now there is a girl I particularly like." The look she gives Nyx at that point is perhaps best described as 'adoring.'

*

Julie nods to Nyx. "Yeah, it's been kind of like that for me. Was kinda worse when I was younger, really, but kinda found a few ways to stifle it. Take a drive or something, you know? Kinda hard to explain why." Her hand makes a little turning motion in the air, …the Brooklyn-Italian thing comes with a lot of talking-with-her-hands.

At Sophie's admission, there, there's a shade of familiar worries and fears, and Dizzy glances between the two, perhaps being sure that's mutual, glance dropping a bit, there before looking back up, "Kinda never brought up asking how they feel about that, here, …guessing you couldn't put it past the Professor for long anyway." Does smile and splay her hands, a little, though, what can you do. "Kinda wondered, actually." Says much more quietly, "Don't worry, I got a girl I been going steady with a few years in town. Just, it gets out I could end up never working in a garage again, you know? Could give a few of my aunts a coronary, too."

*

"The Professor knows all about us," Nyx responds slowly. "I mean, he couldn't not, right." She takes a deep breath and then slowly exhales, turning he gaze toward the ceiling for a long second. "If it gets out there's not a lot they'll be able to do to me, I guess. Maybe if I ever get a real job. I don't know." She shrugs slowly but the tension is back, through her shoulders. After a moment Nyx's gaze snaps back to Julie.

"Secret's safe with me at least," the woman promises with a wry smile slowly working its way across her lips. She reaches out and grasps Sophie's hand tightly for a moment then. When she does sneak a peek at the French girl standing beside her the expression Nyx has is best described as 'dumbstruck'. Why is she here? Why is she with me? Oh, thank *God*. It's not a hrd one to interpret for those with a bit of empathy.

"My mom would freak out if she found out. I think she'd live though. Actually, I kinda want you to meet her sometime, Soph… Um. Anyway."

*

"I have not told my parents," Sophie says. "Though I do suspect that my mother, especially, would be understanding. And I doubt that there is anything at all I could be or do that would make my father love me less. And after they survived learning that I am a mutant, I do not think they would be much endangered to learn that I have a girlfriend." She laughs musically, before becoming more serious again as she looks at Nyx with some surprise. "I… I would like that." Then to Julie, "And what Lizzy said is true for me also, of course, Your secret is safe with me, from anyone outside these walls."

*

Julie nods. "I guess in here, everyone's got some kind of secret, anyway. Managed to keep it hid, though, mostly. I think my Uncle Angelo knows, maybe, though. Kind of made a mess in the body shop when the President was shot. Kinda didn't see that one coming."

*

"I'm terrified of what my mom is going to do when we tell her, Sophie. I mean… Just be prepared if she doesn't react welll. Kay?" Nyx licks her lips, tightens her grip on Sophie's hand, and then starts shifting her weight closer to the much taller blonde. "I've never kept anything form her, though. So." She shrugs bonelessly at that then gives Julie a brief nod. "My stuff is pretty easy to hide at least. at least until recently they were just shadows. People don't notice even when your shadows start dancing, usually. Lately it's been, um. More noticeable, I guess." She frowns briefly. "I'm… Just glad this place is here."

*

"When my powers first emerged, I had some trouble controlling them," Sophie admits, blushing a bit at some of the memories. "If you startled me, or sometimes without any obvious reason, I could turn into my airy form. Learning to fly and not just float without direction took some time, also."

*

Julie nods, slowly, "Well, I guess if she don't react well you could both just disappear and maybe she imagined the whole thing?" She says this like 'telling your parents' is an incredibly-foreign concept. Closets of the time being deep and habitual, and all. "I kinda figure my Mama wouldn't be too surprised, but we'd still have a problem or two. Maybe too big of ones, capiche?"

*

Nyx shrugs slowly, nodding. "I mean, it's crazy. Telling her anything But so is all of this bullshit. And all of her problems too. I don't know, I can't stand hiding stuff from her. The whole thing is insane." Nyx wasn't really in the closet. She hasn't been acquainted. So she is, it seems, grappling with it from a fresh perspective. "I dunno. She knows something's up with me lately. I have to tell her something. And I've never lied to my mom about anything. Not even when I…" For once, Nyx doesn't finish a sentence. To Sophie's statement she replies, "A guy popped out of an alley with a knife and grabbed me once. I accidentally skewered him before I knew what was up. It's… A thing. I guess."

*

Sophie looks directly at Nyx and says, firmly, "What happened to him was his own fault, not yours." Then, to Julie, she nods, saying, "My country is, shall we say, more accepting of… differences. Of this sort, at least. But I live here, now, and yes, many, maybe most, people in America would not be so understanding."

*

Julie nods. Does tilt her head to Nyx about the mugging, or skewering, or both. She says to Sophie, "Yeah, I guess that's why you'd think about Paris, but it probably ain't so simple. Guess something's gonna change somehow eventually, I just can't see how or when, so you deal with what you gotta." Adds, "I know a place or two where you could stay if that doesn't go well. In town, I mean, I guess there's always here, now."

*

"Mmm." Nyx nods at that and then closes her eyes for a second. "I don't react like that anymore, at least. But, I mean." She swallows, hard, and then shifts her weight slightly from left to right. "That'd be cool, Diz. Thanks. Think it'll be okay as far as that goes, at least. Mom's kind of in rough shape, I haven't really lived with her in awhile. I just check up on her every night." Then she shrugs. "Enough of that bullshit. What is there to do around here?" Raising her voice slightly Nyx straightens and opens her eyes. "I feel like moving."

*

Julie hrms, there, glancing between the two and saying, "Well, I guess it sounds like time to find out, how bout?"

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