evilbeej | PainLog: RP test done as a favor

No - I was not Xavier. Yes, Xavier was the one being tested.

23/07/03

01:50 AM
Logfile from MCP-Open.

Stafflyguy says "All right. Professor, I want you do do an RP scene with (and I do hope Ms Kitty can handle this ;) a brand-spanking new mutant. One whose powers are still emerging and therefore things could get interesting. Prof, set the scene."

Professor X looks at the person in front of him and smiles "Hello, my name is Charles Xavier. What may I ask is you name?"

Stafflyguy pages: And be ... um... not cooperative in some way. I want to see how he handles stress.

Guest3 | One slender green webbed hand runs nervously through the girl's short, fluffy hair; she bites her lip and takes a half-step back, not quite meeting the Professor's eyes. "Uh...Marianne," is the soft response. And then her arms are crossing in front of her, loosely - defensive body language. "Marianne Kapadeia." There's a very brief pause, and she /does/ meet his gaze: it's the prickly wariness of a misfit adolescent, and her voice raises slightly to go with. "An' I don't wanna be here just 'cause I'm a mutie, okay? I got the highest scores on the PSATs in the whole damn state an' I don't wanna go to some special-ed mutie school 'cause I'm *green*."

Professor X nods "Welcome Marianne, pleasure to meet you. I know you do not want to be here. Because you are, different. But here, you are viewed as a special and talented youngster. And here you have nothing to fear."

Guest3 | "Yeah?" comes the challenge; Marianne's arms go a little tighter against her midsection. She might not actually have a nose, at least cosmetically speaking, but she's got one hell of a practiced glare. Her weight shifts from one webbed bare foot to the other, along with her centre of balance. "What if I toldja I didn't fear nothin' back home? An' what if I toldja 'special' is what they call the kids in the short bus, huh? And whaddya mean I'm different 'cause I don't wanna be here? You tellin' me everyone here /wants/ to be here?"

Professor X nods "Your reaction is one of the fear of the unknown. I do not mean the sterotypical term "special" given to you in grade school. Here, you can find a home with others of your nich. I fear for your saftey. Not that you cant handle yourself, but you know how......absent minded people can be. I offer a warm home for those who want it."

Guest3 | Marianne gives the Professor a look that reads clearly as disgusted condescension, her arms not moving from the protective posture she's locked them into. "Don't you talk down to me. You /got/ my school records, Mister Xavier. You know I been readin' college-level books. You ain't gonna get me to think you're the shit--" This from the pretty green mouth of a well-read thirteen-year-old girl? She /did/ come from inner-city Newark, New Jersey. "--by tellin' me them buttheads with the nailey two-by-fours are absent-minded, and you /ain't/ gonna convince me to stay by tellin' me I get t'chill with a buncha losers who also got powers. Whoop-de-doo, *powers*. *Lookin'* funny. I was gonna test outta high school at sixteen an' get the hell to NYU an' woke up a freakin' /fish/. You gonna get me into NYU? Maybe then I'll think about yer 'Institute for Higher Learning'." Pause, and the glare intensifies. "*Mister* Xavier."

Professor X nods "I did indeed see your records and I was impressed. You are smarter than me at my age" looks down and shifts his weight a little and looks up softly "I do see te frustration. I myself faced these trials and tribulations. I try to offer a safe haven from such things. I want you to have a fair chance at what you deserve. What do you wish to don in life my dear?" puts his hands on the table lightly

Guest3 | "Prada and Gucci," mutters Marianne, shifting again, face turning away. Now she's more hugging her arms to herself than anything else - still defensive, still protective, but even more withdrawn than the inflected belligerence was indicating. "By way a' journalism. 'Cause I /am/ the shit, yo."

Professor X nods and smiles "I am sorry if I came off as arrogant. I feel that you /are/ indeed 'the...' " fails to complete the sentance and continues "My dear, I simply offer you a school where you can be accepted. Prada and Gucci...." nods to himself and smiles

Guest3 | Well, what inner-city girl who's been brought up to see brands as status symbols /wouldn't/ want to don Prada and Gucci in her life? "Well look, Prof. Thass what they call ya here, right? Prof? Look, Prof, I'll make ya a deal, okay?" offers the young Kapadeia girl, squinting a little at him, sidelong. "I start fightin' stupit battles an' shit, an' I quit. I start gettin' bad grades, an' I quit. I feel like I ain't gettin' challenged in academics, an' I quit. Otherwise I'll give it a shot. Okay?" Test. Test the waters.

Professor X nods "Thank you Marianne, you will indeed be challenged, if you wish. Perhaps you can teach? Well will talk later about that. So not worry, no fighting will come to you." :nods and smiles "Prof is fine.....yo" laughs at this "Does not work for me, does it?"

Guest3 | Right. /That's/ a dubious look. Xavier's what, a hundred? "Nnnnot really." Pause. "No. Okay, Prof. 'A' for effort, though. Yo listen, can I go now?" Marianne's eyebrows go up and she's actually trying to suppress the sarcasm, even if it's not immediately evident. "Yanno, go 'mingle' with 'youngsters' who're 'special like me'?"

Professor X nods "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I look forward to seeing your efforts. We very well have a nobel prize winner in your midst. I hope to see you again soon Miss Marianne" smiles and extends a hand

Guest3 | The Professor's hand gets eyed for a second, before Marianne's arms finally unlock, and she reaches across his expansive (and expensive!) desk to shake his hand, as though sealing a bargain. Which /is/ how she sees it. Her hand is cold and clammy, feeling rather like zombieflesh, but her grip's strong and steady enough. "A'ight. Keep it real." Letting go, she takes a step back again, and then turns and darts for the door.

Stafflyguy says "And that's that. Thank you for your time, Professor. We have another interview to do; once that's done and staff has time to look both tests over, we'll let you know the results."
Professor X nods "Thank you everyone, I bid you adieu"
Guest3 salutes.
Stafflyguy says "Good night."