Blue? I'd rather have acne (chat log)
Who: Jason and Mystique
What: Mystique is ickle and cutely dorky (and blue), Jason is Jason
*look, it's a ridiculously pretty year old in search of food*
*look, here's a sort of dorky little pre-teen, who's looking scowly on a couch!*
Morning. *gives her a kinda dorky smile* Want some breakfast?
*a sort of why-are-you-nice to me look* Er. Yeah. Sure. *looks confused, though. She's a human kid with red hair, right now - but her eyes are sort of flickering*
* WeeMystique sets mode: +o Jason
Okay, come on. *heads off to make -- uh, scrambled eggs and maybe bacon*
*is going to sort of follow, a bit warily* *and what the hell is going on with this guy? Older kids aren't so nice!*
*making food, yay* Are you new?
*a careless shrug, and her cheek might be shifting from skin to scale to skin again* Yeah, I guess. I don't know.
Ookay. *scrambling the eggs and such* I'm Jason.
Raven. *a small smile, timid, a little*
Nice to meet you.
*wee grin* You too. *but damn, her scales are shifting again, and she has to hide behind the chair*
...You okay?
*from the chair, trying to get her face back!* I'm fine, I'm fine.
Okay. *sets to making eggs*
*well, cooking. Yes.*
*aaaaah! It's better.* *a sigh of relief* Sorry. *embarrassed, yes.*
It's alright.
*is going to observe the cooking, then.* Can I help? *yes, she's actually nice, at this age, genuinely!*
You wanna go find some bacon?
*a small nod* okay. *a pause* where?
Try the fridge?
*since we wasn't born in the th century....* I beg your pardon?
...*blinks* Um. The fridge? Big white boxy thing over there?
*looks* oh, is that what it's called. What is it?
The refrigerator. It keeps food fresh.
Oh, the ice box! Of course. *she goes and opens the thing, then*
Uh. Yeah.
*well, we're assuming there is indeed bacon, and she takes it out* Is this... it? *plastic wrapping, this is weird*
*glances over* Yeah.
*is turning the package around examining it, then shrugging* Here it is. *on the counter*
Great. *aaaand the typist says there's one of those cool microwavey bacon plates, so starts arranging the bacon on it*
*okay, now she's really intrigued, and looking at what he's doing curiously* That's not how you make bacon! *helpfully!*
Sure it is.
No, and this bacon is strange. There has to be a pan, and a fire, and where is the hearth? *confusedly, yes*
*puts the bacon in the microwave and gives her a confused look* Um. The fire's on the stove.
*more confused* then why are you putting the pork in this icebox? *meaning the microwave*
'Cause you can put it in the microwave too. It's faster.
........... microwave?
That's what that is. *gestures to it*
...... *curious and confused* what is it?
It's a microwave. It cooks things quickly.
.... /how/? There's no fire!
I have no idea. I just know it does it.
*looks around, a bit bewildered* this place is so strange... *and there, her arm, without her control, totally flops back to blue scales*
*blinks a little -- and look, the bacon goes off* Um. Yeah, it is pretty weird.
*wasn't paying attention to her shift... so she's going to look at her arm in /horror/*
*busies himself with loading up plates and stuff*
*quick, quick, must fix the arm, but she's panicking, so of course it's not working!*
(*test*)
*serves up the food*
*that blue arm is going to be under the table, thankyouverymuch* thank you. *so, so embarassed*
You're welcome. Do you want juice or anything?
No, no, it's alright, please, don't disturb yourself. *quickly*
Okay. *sits down to eat then*
*this is so /strange/* *eats, then, too, very confused. Why is he not chasing her out and calling her the devil?*
*hey, this is a kid who can throw pianos across a room. XD -- and eating yay*
*well yes but he looks /normal/.* *eating, too, with a bit of a small appetite*
Is it good?
* Retrieving #desperatescreen modes...
Oh, yes, thank you. *eagerly*
Oh -- good. *grins*
*blushsmile* you're very nice.
Oh -- uh. Thanks.
*a nod, and she goes back to her food. Then, out of the blue (no pun intended)* Why?
Why what?
*at her food* why are you so nice?
....*blinks* Uh. Why shouldn't I be?
No, no, nothing. *quickly* *because I'm blue?*
Okaaay.
*is going to eat in embarassed silence, unless Jason says something*
*omnom! :D*
*is going to calm down, and well, she's had time to ponder it, so....* you're sure you don't mind?
Sure I don't.
*about me being blue? not going to say it, not going to say it, not going to say it, not going to say it* About me being blue? *fail*
I've seen weirder things.
Weirder?
You'd be surprised.
*eyebrows* *her eyes are sort of flickering to yellow*
*small smile*
*curiously* such as?
There's a guy in my city that can fly.
*..........* that's not the same.
Still weird.
but it's not scary
I'd bet it can be.
*shrug* do they say he's the devil?
No, he's actually a hero.
that's what I mean.
How do you mean?
I mean I have to hide.
Oh. *frowns a bit*
*just a sad nod*
What: Mystique is ickle and cutely dorky (and blue), Jason is Jason
*look, it's a ridiculously pretty year old in search of food*
*look, here's a sort of dorky little pre-teen, who's looking scowly on a couch!*
Morning. *gives her a kinda dorky smile* Want some breakfast?
*a sort of why-are-you-nice to me look* Er. Yeah. Sure. *looks confused, though. She's a human kid with red hair, right now - but her eyes are sort of flickering*
* WeeMystique sets mode: +o Jason
Okay, come on. *heads off to make -- uh, scrambled eggs and maybe bacon*
*is going to sort of follow, a bit warily* *and what the hell is going on with this guy? Older kids aren't so nice!*
*making food, yay* Are you new?
*a careless shrug, and her cheek might be shifting from skin to scale to skin again* Yeah, I guess. I don't know.
Ookay. *scrambling the eggs and such* I'm Jason.
Raven. *a small smile, timid, a little*
Nice to meet you.
*wee grin* You too. *but damn, her scales are shifting again, and she has to hide behind the chair*
...You okay?
*from the chair, trying to get her face back!* I'm fine, I'm fine.
Okay. *sets to making eggs*
*well, cooking. Yes.*
*aaaaah! It's better.* *a sigh of relief* Sorry. *embarrassed, yes.*
It's alright.
*is going to observe the cooking, then.* Can I help? *yes, she's actually nice, at this age, genuinely!*
You wanna go find some bacon?
*a small nod* okay. *a pause* where?
Try the fridge?
*since we wasn't born in the th century....* I beg your pardon?
...*blinks* Um. The fridge? Big white boxy thing over there?
*looks* oh, is that what it's called. What is it?
The refrigerator. It keeps food fresh.
Oh, the ice box! Of course. *she goes and opens the thing, then*
Uh. Yeah.
*well, we're assuming there is indeed bacon, and she takes it out* Is this... it? *plastic wrapping, this is weird*
*glances over* Yeah.
*is turning the package around examining it, then shrugging* Here it is. *on the counter*
Great. *aaaand the typist says there's one of those cool microwavey bacon plates, so starts arranging the bacon on it*
*okay, now she's really intrigued, and looking at what he's doing curiously* That's not how you make bacon! *helpfully!*
Sure it is.
No, and this bacon is strange. There has to be a pan, and a fire, and where is the hearth? *confusedly, yes*
*puts the bacon in the microwave and gives her a confused look* Um. The fire's on the stove.
*more confused* then why are you putting the pork in this icebox? *meaning the microwave*
'Cause you can put it in the microwave too. It's faster.
........... microwave?
That's what that is. *gestures to it*
...... *curious and confused* what is it?
It's a microwave. It cooks things quickly.
.... /how/? There's no fire!
I have no idea. I just know it does it.
*looks around, a bit bewildered* this place is so strange... *and there, her arm, without her control, totally flops back to blue scales*
*blinks a little -- and look, the bacon goes off* Um. Yeah, it is pretty weird.
*wasn't paying attention to her shift... so she's going to look at her arm in /horror/*
*busies himself with loading up plates and stuff*
*quick, quick, must fix the arm, but she's panicking, so of course it's not working!*
(*test*)
*serves up the food*
*that blue arm is going to be under the table, thankyouverymuch* thank you. *so, so embarassed*
You're welcome. Do you want juice or anything?
No, no, it's alright, please, don't disturb yourself. *quickly*
Okay. *sits down to eat then*
*this is so /strange/* *eats, then, too, very confused. Why is he not chasing her out and calling her the devil?*
*hey, this is a kid who can throw pianos across a room. XD -- and eating yay*
*well yes but he looks /normal/.* *eating, too, with a bit of a small appetite*
Is it good?
* Retrieving #desperatescreen modes...
Oh, yes, thank you. *eagerly*
Oh -- good. *grins*
*blushsmile* you're very nice.
Oh -- uh. Thanks.
*a nod, and she goes back to her food. Then, out of the blue (no pun intended)* Why?
Why what?
*at her food* why are you so nice?
....*blinks* Uh. Why shouldn't I be?
No, no, nothing. *quickly* *because I'm blue?*
Okaaay.
*is going to eat in embarassed silence, unless Jason says something*
*omnom! :D*
*is going to calm down, and well, she's had time to ponder it, so....* you're sure you don't mind?
Sure I don't.
*about me being blue? not going to say it, not going to say it, not going to say it, not going to say it* About me being blue? *fail*
I've seen weirder things.
Weirder?
You'd be surprised.
*eyebrows* *her eyes are sort of flickering to yellow*
*small smile*
*curiously* such as?
There's a guy in my city that can fly.
*..........* that's not the same.
Still weird.
but it's not scary
I'd bet it can be.
*shrug* do they say he's the devil?
No, he's actually a hero.
that's what I mean.
How do you mean?
I mean I have to hide.
Oh. *frowns a bit*
*just a sad nod*