Mess Hall Fuckery! [OTA]

[and_intothefire]

Jean was currently positioned in the middle of the mess hall. Her mind was wide open, her eyes closed softly, and she was listening. The din of psychic voices around her was soothing, feeding her a nearly giddy energy. She wasn't honing in on any one thought, just loving that she had the ability to sit there, free to dip into any open mind that

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[cover_your_ears]

Jessie went to the mess after visiting Jack. What a fuck up this all was. She made herself a cup of chocolate, and sat down at a table in the corner. She wasn't really interested in the drink, or anyone that was in the room. Her heart and mind were in such turmoil. It would be so much easier if she could let Jack go. It would be so much easier if she didn't love him.

She felt so alone, isolated. She had no one else here she was close to except Jack. Obviously, she couldn't talk to him about this. She so desperately needed to talk to someone. Jessie hadn't seen Edie in days. Perhaps she had scared the other girl off by sharing too much. Domino was busy with her own problems. And Jessie was doing so well at making new friends herself. She was not one bit closer to finding out what Stryker was really up to.

She was so frustrated, and angry, she wanted to cry. Even though she knew feeing sorry for herself was a complete waste of time, Jessie felt like wallowing for a while.

[and_intothefire]

Jean picked up on the upset from the girl as she walked past her to take a seat a few tables away. Even if Jean couldn't sense emotions, she could get a generally good idea of someone's emotional state from the way their minds read. This girl's was flashing back and forth between images of people she cared about, and flashing quickly.

Sure sign of someone with something bothering them.

She made her way over to the girl, sitting down quietly. "Why so glum?"

[cover_your_ears]

Jessie's mind was so wrapped up in her own problems, she didn't even notice the new woman sit down at the table with her. Until she spoke. Jessie blinked, startled. "Uh, I'm sorry." The first thing she thought was *Wow, she's gorgeous.* It was awfully convenient that she had been wishing for someone to talk to and this new face just popped up out of nowhere. Jessie decided it would be best to be careful what she said to her.

She smiled weakly. "It's nothing a few pictures of margaritas and six months of psychotherapy wouldn't cure."

[and_intothefire]

To think that Jean might have been drawn to her out of concern was definitely wrong. Jean had no concern for the girl. She was there to pick up what she could from the girl's mind and move on. If she found something interesting, entertaining, and good fodder for own own agenda? That was just a bonus.

She let her mind open to the girl, picking up the mental images more quickly. A man, two women (one of whom she'd seen reflected in Logan's mind), and a general worry about herself. Hmmm.

Jean returned the smile. "If you get your hands on some margaritas, please let me know." She extended a hand across the table. "I'm Jean. I just got here a few days ago."

[cover_your_ears]

Smiling genuinely this time, she took the offered hand. "Jessie. It's a deal. You'll be the first one I call if I can find some. Although I don't think Tequila will be very easy to come by in Russia." She watched Jean's face for a reaction to her webbed fingers. "What do you do?"