Jeanne and TJ - Mildly backdated
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ax_mainThe two new roommates meet! It... could've gone worse?
This mansion wasn't quite set up like the mansion TJ had grown up in, and it was going to be playing tricks on her, she could tell already. Third time was apparently the charm, and this time she did manage to walk into what seemed like the girls' dorm. Now it was just a matter of finding the right room, key caught in her tail, arms full with the X-clothing and random toiletries she'd been given. Charles (Charles! Professor Xavier, whatever) had said there was already someone in the room who'd just arrived, Jeanne something, so when TJ got to the right room, she dropped the key on top of the pile of clothing she was carrying and knocked first, with her tail, before checking to see if the door was open.
"The door is unlocked, you may enter," Jeanne reported from within, not looking up from setting out her things. She had brought utilities more than anything; her own set of personal weights, her clothing, which was either black, white, or blue depending on the garment, and her electronics were already stationed; her personal computer with its three monitors was already set up, her cellphone was charging beside her keyboard; it, like the rest of her belongings, was more of a utility than something to be enjoyed as a leisure device.
"Hey," TJ greeted her with a friendly smile, and dropped everything she was carrying on the empty bed without much ceremony, or care. Save for the key her tail had grabbed again, and dropped on the empty desk. She was dressed in brown leather, and just enough of it to cover what needed to be covered for decency's sake. "I'm TJ, I just got in." She closed the door to their room. "Jeanne, right?"
"Correct," Jeanne replied, without looking up from her organization. She assumed that TJ stood for something, but didn't bother to ask what; it was clearly the way she preferred to be addressed. She glanced over her shoulder, not taking more than a moment's glance at her before getting back to work. She studied the mental image of her, which was as perfect as if she'd taken a photograph. She didn't bother remarking about it. Most likely she'd heard everything. "Welcome," she said, deciding that was probably the best way to say anything.
"Um, thanks," TJ replied, a little nonplussed by what felt a lot like a cold shoulder. She was dying to go look for her teen alt-dad (that was going to be so. freaky), but she ought to make at least a bit of an attempt with her roommate first, right? Right. Who knew how long she'd be here. "Charles - Professor X said you were new, too?"
"That is correct," Jeanne said, nodding once. "I arrived this morning. I tested positive for an active mutation," she said, dusting her hands off and looking at her spread of utilitarian clothing in front of her. She made a quick mental list of what days would be laundry days, and then started putting things away. "Apologies if I seem distant. I am unused to doing only one thing at a time. I am currently mapping my laundry routine, studying your physical form and its intricacies, organizing my drawers, and thinking of alternative translations of Beowulf," she said.
TJ's eyes widened slightly. Huh. "Right. Okay." She put her hands on her hips, two-toed feet firmly planted on the floor. "What about my physical form and its intricacies?"
"Much remains to be seen. I am not an expert on mutants," Jeanne said. "Your form is clearly adapted for balance, given the tail. Your movements suggest athleticism but I am uncertain if that is a result of training or a result of your mutation," she said. "I do not mean to cause offense, if you have taken such. I understand it is normal for individuals to be... defensive, when it comes to appearances."
"Well, especially when I end up some place I'm expected to hide in public," TJ muttered. Image inducers? Ugh. Not her jam. She dropped out of her stance to go and open the closet on her side of the room. "Let's talk 'active mutations'. What do you do?"
"Simply put, I have photographic reflexes and a photographic memory," Jeanne said, not bothering to explain beyond that. She had nothing to say on the expectation to hide. She didn't consider it hiding, but then again, she wasn't one of the people having to do it.
"Photographic reflexes?" TJ echoed with a frown, as she moved to grab her X-clothes and stash them in the closet. Photographic memory she got. It was all over pop culture, and Jeanne here wasn't the first mutant she met graced with that particular trait. But photographic reflexes? No clue.
But seriously, she needed to go shopping fast.
"I see something done, and I can replicate it. Perfectly," she said. "Providing of course I have the physical means to do so." it was the best, most succinct way of putting it.
"Wow, that's amazing," TJ stated honestly. She was thinking random skills, combat skills, but then it dawned on her, and she looked even more excited. "You've gotta be the best dancer ever!"
"I have won several competitions of several varieties. I am not certain about 'best,' but I am demonstrably accomplished," Jeanne said. "Since I will not be competing in the future, I will have ample time to teach you if you so desire."
TJ laughed. "We should totally go club...bing," she finished quietly, as she remembered that people would freak the hell out about her in this world. "Or not." There was no way she was going clubbing looking like anything but herself, and she turned back around to angrily shove the rest of the clothes into the closet.
"While normally I would be against that sort of... frivolity, I do admit that the primary reason I came here, other than to be tested, is to experience life among my peer group," she said. "So I may go 'clubbing,' as you say, one day."
"Good on you," TJ muttered, then sighed and started ordering the clothes a little better. She'd have to go shopping online, too; she needed a better wardrobe than this. "So if you don't like 'frivolities', what do you like?"
"Studying," she said. "I also enjoy exercising and expanding my capabilities. Currently I have been studying on how to defeat physical security measures, which I admit is a skill set I do not plan on using." She was nearly done putting her clothes away, herself.
"Well, exercising, that's something we both like," TJ said, trying hard to find a silver lining to this entire situation.
"Good. I typically awaken at 5 AM to get started," she said. "If you like, we can exercise together."
5 AM? TJ looked at her with wide yellow eyes. "What time do classes start?"
"I am uncertain. I am not enrolled in many classes here; I am continuing my college education remotely," she said.
"How long do you exercise for?" TJ asked, still watching her warily.
"Two to three hours in the morning," she said. "After noon, I typically engage in another two to three hours. And then after eight it's another two or three hours. My schedule does vary somewhat based on what exercises I plan on doing that day, be they aerobic or anaerobic."
"There's liking exercising, and then there's being married to it," TJ remarked, eyebrows having raised gradually as Jeanne spoke. Well, except she was certain some married couple didn't see each other as much as Jeanne exercised. Her parents were proof of it.
"Between competitions in martial arts, dance and gymnastics, it was imperative that I remain in peak physical condition," Jeanne said.
"Making the most of your mutation, huh?" TJ asked with a bit of a smile. Now that she could get behind. Live out and live proud!
"As I said, I will most likely not be competing in the near future. I am informing the various organizations and sponsors that have signed on with me that I am withdrawing from formal competitions entirely," she said. "Learning that my abilities are primarily based off of mutation and not simple skill and talent cheapens the victories."
That made TJ frown. "And here I thought all athletes competed with whatever genetic gifts they'd been given."
"If I am to compete, it will be against other mutants," Jeanne said, frankly, as she finished up putting her clothing away. "In this 'Danger Room,' perhaps. I admit that I am eager to test its capabilities."
"Well, I don't know about this one, but the one back home was da bomb," TJ stated without missing a beat, turning back to her clothes. Then she realized how that sounded. "Oh, yeah, I'm from another dimension."
"Interesting," Jeanne said, taking a moment to consider the various implications of such a thing. "That has... many, many implications," Jeanne murmured.
"Yeah?" TJ had known most of those implications - and complications - first hand, as far as she was concerned, so this wasn't exactly news for her to get excited about. She finished putting a semblance of order to her clothes, then dropped her brand new toiletries on her desk.
"Do you know alternate versions of anyone present at the school?" she asked, frankly.
"A bunch," TJ confirmed, glancing towards the door. "And I should go talk to one of them before he hears about me some other way."
"What about me?" she asked, stoic. She wanted to know many things about alternative versions of herself. She'd considered several paths in her life, and not all of them altogether wholesome. Perhaps other versions of herself had done things differently.
"Nope, sorry," TJ shook her head, grabbing her room key and sliding it in her bra. (Where else was she going to keep anything?) "I think you're a first."
"Interesting." That could mean a number of things. "I will not keep you further, if you desire to make contact with someone else," she added. "Though I admit I am highly curious. About many things."
"Write me up a list of questions?" TJ offered jokingly, flashing the other girl a fanged smile as she opened the door. She didn't know how long she could trust Tommy not to tell Kurt, so she really should get around to it ASAP.
"I will," Jeanne said, seriously, already moving to get a pen and paper. That was an effective way to organize her thoughts, and she could keep multitasking to keep her brain happy.
"...okay," TJ agreed after a beat. "Well, I'll see you later, Jeanne. We can do that interview you're prepping."
"Excellent. I will be well prepared," she promised.
Jokes were just not gonna fly with this one, were they. TJ paused, then shook her head dismissively and headed out. First things first.
This mansion wasn't quite set up like the mansion TJ had grown up in, and it was going to be playing tricks on her, she could tell already. Third time was apparently the charm, and this time she did manage to walk into what seemed like the girls' dorm. Now it was just a matter of finding the right room, key caught in her tail, arms full with the X-clothing and random toiletries she'd been given. Charles (Charles! Professor Xavier, whatever) had said there was already someone in the room who'd just arrived, Jeanne something, so when TJ got to the right room, she dropped the key on top of the pile of clothing she was carrying and knocked first, with her tail, before checking to see if the door was open.
"The door is unlocked, you may enter," Jeanne reported from within, not looking up from setting out her things. She had brought utilities more than anything; her own set of personal weights, her clothing, which was either black, white, or blue depending on the garment, and her electronics were already stationed; her personal computer with its three monitors was already set up, her cellphone was charging beside her keyboard; it, like the rest of her belongings, was more of a utility than something to be enjoyed as a leisure device.
"Hey," TJ greeted her with a friendly smile, and dropped everything she was carrying on the empty bed without much ceremony, or care. Save for the key her tail had grabbed again, and dropped on the empty desk. She was dressed in brown leather, and just enough of it to cover what needed to be covered for decency's sake. "I'm TJ, I just got in." She closed the door to their room. "Jeanne, right?"
"Correct," Jeanne replied, without looking up from her organization. She assumed that TJ stood for something, but didn't bother to ask what; it was clearly the way she preferred to be addressed. She glanced over her shoulder, not taking more than a moment's glance at her before getting back to work. She studied the mental image of her, which was as perfect as if she'd taken a photograph. She didn't bother remarking about it. Most likely she'd heard everything. "Welcome," she said, deciding that was probably the best way to say anything.
"Um, thanks," TJ replied, a little nonplussed by what felt a lot like a cold shoulder. She was dying to go look for her teen alt-dad (that was going to be so. freaky), but she ought to make at least a bit of an attempt with her roommate first, right? Right. Who knew how long she'd be here. "Charles - Professor X said you were new, too?"
"That is correct," Jeanne said, nodding once. "I arrived this morning. I tested positive for an active mutation," she said, dusting her hands off and looking at her spread of utilitarian clothing in front of her. She made a quick mental list of what days would be laundry days, and then started putting things away. "Apologies if I seem distant. I am unused to doing only one thing at a time. I am currently mapping my laundry routine, studying your physical form and its intricacies, organizing my drawers, and thinking of alternative translations of Beowulf," she said.
TJ's eyes widened slightly. Huh. "Right. Okay." She put her hands on her hips, two-toed feet firmly planted on the floor. "What about my physical form and its intricacies?"
"Much remains to be seen. I am not an expert on mutants," Jeanne said. "Your form is clearly adapted for balance, given the tail. Your movements suggest athleticism but I am uncertain if that is a result of training or a result of your mutation," she said. "I do not mean to cause offense, if you have taken such. I understand it is normal for individuals to be... defensive, when it comes to appearances."
"Well, especially when I end up some place I'm expected to hide in public," TJ muttered. Image inducers? Ugh. Not her jam. She dropped out of her stance to go and open the closet on her side of the room. "Let's talk 'active mutations'. What do you do?"
"Simply put, I have photographic reflexes and a photographic memory," Jeanne said, not bothering to explain beyond that. She had nothing to say on the expectation to hide. She didn't consider it hiding, but then again, she wasn't one of the people having to do it.
"Photographic reflexes?" TJ echoed with a frown, as she moved to grab her X-clothes and stash them in the closet. Photographic memory she got. It was all over pop culture, and Jeanne here wasn't the first mutant she met graced with that particular trait. But photographic reflexes? No clue.
But seriously, she needed to go shopping fast.
"I see something done, and I can replicate it. Perfectly," she said. "Providing of course I have the physical means to do so." it was the best, most succinct way of putting it.
"Wow, that's amazing," TJ stated honestly. She was thinking random skills, combat skills, but then it dawned on her, and she looked even more excited. "You've gotta be the best dancer ever!"
"I have won several competitions of several varieties. I am not certain about 'best,' but I am demonstrably accomplished," Jeanne said. "Since I will not be competing in the future, I will have ample time to teach you if you so desire."
TJ laughed. "We should totally go club...bing," she finished quietly, as she remembered that people would freak the hell out about her in this world. "Or not." There was no way she was going clubbing looking like anything but herself, and she turned back around to angrily shove the rest of the clothes into the closet.
"While normally I would be against that sort of... frivolity, I do admit that the primary reason I came here, other than to be tested, is to experience life among my peer group," she said. "So I may go 'clubbing,' as you say, one day."
"Good on you," TJ muttered, then sighed and started ordering the clothes a little better. She'd have to go shopping online, too; she needed a better wardrobe than this. "So if you don't like 'frivolities', what do you like?"
"Studying," she said. "I also enjoy exercising and expanding my capabilities. Currently I have been studying on how to defeat physical security measures, which I admit is a skill set I do not plan on using." She was nearly done putting her clothes away, herself.
"Well, exercising, that's something we both like," TJ said, trying hard to find a silver lining to this entire situation.
"Good. I typically awaken at 5 AM to get started," she said. "If you like, we can exercise together."
5 AM? TJ looked at her with wide yellow eyes. "What time do classes start?"
"I am uncertain. I am not enrolled in many classes here; I am continuing my college education remotely," she said.
"How long do you exercise for?" TJ asked, still watching her warily.
"Two to three hours in the morning," she said. "After noon, I typically engage in another two to three hours. And then after eight it's another two or three hours. My schedule does vary somewhat based on what exercises I plan on doing that day, be they aerobic or anaerobic."
"There's liking exercising, and then there's being married to it," TJ remarked, eyebrows having raised gradually as Jeanne spoke. Well, except she was certain some married couple didn't see each other as much as Jeanne exercised. Her parents were proof of it.
"Between competitions in martial arts, dance and gymnastics, it was imperative that I remain in peak physical condition," Jeanne said.
"Making the most of your mutation, huh?" TJ asked with a bit of a smile. Now that she could get behind. Live out and live proud!
"As I said, I will most likely not be competing in the near future. I am informing the various organizations and sponsors that have signed on with me that I am withdrawing from formal competitions entirely," she said. "Learning that my abilities are primarily based off of mutation and not simple skill and talent cheapens the victories."
That made TJ frown. "And here I thought all athletes competed with whatever genetic gifts they'd been given."
"If I am to compete, it will be against other mutants," Jeanne said, frankly, as she finished up putting her clothing away. "In this 'Danger Room,' perhaps. I admit that I am eager to test its capabilities."
"Well, I don't know about this one, but the one back home was da bomb," TJ stated without missing a beat, turning back to her clothes. Then she realized how that sounded. "Oh, yeah, I'm from another dimension."
"Interesting," Jeanne said, taking a moment to consider the various implications of such a thing. "That has... many, many implications," Jeanne murmured.
"Yeah?" TJ had known most of those implications - and complications - first hand, as far as she was concerned, so this wasn't exactly news for her to get excited about. She finished putting a semblance of order to her clothes, then dropped her brand new toiletries on her desk.
"Do you know alternate versions of anyone present at the school?" she asked, frankly.
"A bunch," TJ confirmed, glancing towards the door. "And I should go talk to one of them before he hears about me some other way."
"What about me?" she asked, stoic. She wanted to know many things about alternative versions of herself. She'd considered several paths in her life, and not all of them altogether wholesome. Perhaps other versions of herself had done things differently.
"Nope, sorry," TJ shook her head, grabbing her room key and sliding it in her bra. (Where else was she going to keep anything?) "I think you're a first."
"Interesting." That could mean a number of things. "I will not keep you further, if you desire to make contact with someone else," she added. "Though I admit I am highly curious. About many things."
"Write me up a list of questions?" TJ offered jokingly, flashing the other girl a fanged smile as she opened the door. She didn't know how long she could trust Tommy not to tell Kurt, so she really should get around to it ASAP.
"I will," Jeanne said, seriously, already moving to get a pen and paper. That was an effective way to organize her thoughts, and she could keep multitasking to keep her brain happy.
"...okay," TJ agreed after a beat. "Well, I'll see you later, Jeanne. We can do that interview you're prepping."
"Excellent. I will be well prepared," she promised.
Jokes were just not gonna fly with this one, were they. TJ paused, then shook her head dismissively and headed out. First things first.
