Backdated Log Post.
=XS= Kitchen - Lv 1 - Xavier's School
A relic of Victorian times, this kitchen is vast, with more than one oven and several stainless steel work surfaces taking the space once claimed by coal hoppers, cooking hearths and cast-iron stoves. Walls still done in period plaster and tile, and the floor still the original fieldstone, fluorescent lights have been installed overhead to bring the lighting up to modern level. At meal times, kitchen workers scurry to and fro with pans and food and various other sundry items, under the watchful eye of the aging head cook, but once past, order is restored, with copper-bottomed pans hanging above the kitchen island, and a tray of cold snacks left out for foraging students and staff alike. Folding wood doors screen off a pantry capable of holding food for an large household's weekly meals -- or three days' worth of teenager food.
It's a salad. An equal opportunity devourer, yes, even the leafy green stuff is piled on with Tim. All the traditional trappings have been piled into the bowl and it would almost be healthy. . . except the mountain of bacon bits and the giant pile of ranch dressing on it. Apt movements of a fork get it mostly in his mouth, sitting at the counter and starring at his own reflection in one of the pots at the other end.
It's sights like Tim eating a salad which are the true weirdness in the school that Xavier built. So much so that the resident telekinetic terror pauses in the doorway and blinks a few times upon seeing him. "Uhm shapeshifter?" she wonders. "Or is there a ton of melted cheese and stuff hidden beneath that camouflage?"
"Mwhhaaa-?" Tim asks confused as Cassy comes through the door, mouth still half full of green stuff and salad dressing, and then looks back down to the snack for a brief second. He swallows this time and then protests: "There was a Hidden Valley commercial on. . . and it made me hungry." The teen defends the meal choice. "And if there is a shape shifter, ghost, vampire, werewolf, or zombie attack, I just honestly don't wanna know 'bout it, ok? 'Cause if there is, I'm just gonna lock myself in my room and wait til its over."
"No no! I thought /you/ were the shapeshifter," Cassy explains with an impish grin. "Because I don't remember ever seeing you eating salad before now." With a shrug she begins assembling her own supplies, entirely consisting of what appears to be some extremely well concealed icecream which had evaded the hungry student body.
"Uhm. . . I ate a fruit salid a few times before." Tim offers as a compromise between the two. . . "Well, it was really just a bunch of strawberries and yogert. . . and a cheeseburger. And some chips. Do we have any chips?" But with the possibility of being an evil replicant, Tim looks down at his tummy again and gives it a right poke. "Uhm. . . would I know if I were a shape shifter?"
"I'd like to hope so. You wouldn't know if you'd been brainwashed somehow," Cassy points out, heading in search of a spoon of some kind. "Chips? Not a clue, not my thing. But being a shape shifter would make you an entirely different person, so that would be pretty easy to know." She shrugs, TK'ing open a few drawers at a time. "So how've things been with you lately anyway? Not really had much chance to chat since before you moved in with Walt. You enjoying the move? Or has he been moping about his love life too much?"
"Oh Walt hasn't been too bad. Kinda worried about it the other way around, I'm not sure he was very happy when he found out I turn the floor invisible sometimes when I'm sleeping." Tim counters with a quick chuckle. His eyes follow the opening cabinets, and he jumps up to grab a box of raisons when he sees them. No sense wasting an opportunity. "And I've been doing good, too. But been kinda bored lately since I'm not doing the clinic stuff no more."
Cassy pauses to extract a clean looking spoon, then opens up her icecream. "You can do that? Man Tim that's pretty damn impressive, but uhm if you're bored why not start up helping at the clinic again? You can't let yourself be put off doing something you enjoy just because of one little tiny mishap."
"I can make just 'bout anything invisible. . . even when I don't want it to." Tim confirms with a quick node. "Floors, wall, desks, beds, hats, even snowballs and people. But, snow balls are actually kinda hard." After rattling off the list Tim's face turns a little red. "Well, I actually, uhm, didn't enjoy it. Kinda feel lame, but like, the clinic got a bit crazy a lot and I kept disappearing on 'em, literally."
"Then what /would/ you enjoy doing?" Cassy wonders between spoonfulls of cookies & cream icecream. "Aside from snacking that is."
After sprinkling the raisons on his food, Tim looks considering at the ice-cream, back to his salad, back to the ice cream. Hmm. . . But after his dismisses that thought, he squints his eyes and tries to come up with an answer. "I don't know, really. I mean, the bookmobile, the library, the food drive, the church, the clinic. . . all I do is that kinda stuff, never /not/ had community service hours before."
Cassy, shifts her hand slightly, gripping the icecream protectively. "Doesn't sound like much fun. Why not try looking for something exciting? A hobby or interest which you'll stay awake at night looking forward to."
The concept seems alien to Tim, as if Cassy were speaking Greek when she mentions it. He tilts his head to the side and shifts the question back at her: "What do you mean? What do you do for fun like that?"
"Go out on dates, visit interesting places and meet new people and parties are always a good choice too," Cassy suggests, gesturing enthusiastically with the spoon. "I also kinda like going out on runs and training, but to be honest I can't see you getting into the fitness thing all that much. Although it'd totally be handy, especially if there's trouble and you need to run for it."
Tim laughs at the suggestions, but not dismissively. "I had a hard enough time getting girls to look twice at me before I joined the freak of the week club." Holding his free hand up in front of him, he turns it over and continues to explain: "We kiss once or hold hands and the jig is up. And that's assuming that I don't loose an arm in front of her. But. . . I guess just having some fun might be a good idea. Running? Not so much."
"Running can be fun! You just have to be into that sort of thing," Cassy protests. "And the next time disaster hits the school you can be /I/ won't be the first one they catch."
"Running? I guess I'm more into cowering in a corner and hopping the trouble goes aweay..." Tim admits with a bashful grin, following it with "Or doing something stupid like running off alone right to it, like last time."
Cassy giggles impishly. "At least you didn't knock Professor Summers out with a rock."
That stirs up its own sets of giggles in Tim, and he quickly looks over his shoulder to make sure that no one besides Cassy saw him do it. "Nope, thats one I think you'll have forever." he answers between bites, not too many left in the bowl at this point.
"Ever since then he's been laughing at more jokes," Cassy informs in a conspiratorial tone. "I worry I did some serious damage."
"Or maybe HE is the shape shifter." Tim offers out, raising his eyebrows suspiciously and locking them squarely on Cassy. "If he is, you may be the only one who can save us, just gotta make sure its out doors or you'll loose your advantage and stuff."
"I try and always keep a throwing rock in my pocket. Because that way I can take someone down without them being certian I'm a mutant," Cassy informs cheerfully. "Because they can never be sure I'm not just a totally strong girl with great rock throwing skills." She pauses for a bit more icecream, now melting more than a little. "I figure Nate and Doctor Grey would have spotted if he /really/ was a shapeshifter."
Tim's eyes open wide at the mention of the throwing rock and he looks down to her pockets to see if he can see them as he hops down off his stool and begins to walk his now empty bowl to the sink. "You know, you're either a little bit paranoid or the smartest person in the school?" Tim asks, shrugging off the idea of dopplganger Scott.
Cassy rolls her eyes. "I'd personally say /both/," she declares. "Who else has all the best escape routes, official and otherwise, planned out and committed to memory?"
"Both then." Tim chuckles out as he rinses the bowl out and sets it down. "But if it comes down to needing to use 'em, I would really appreciate it if you didn't leave me behind. We both know I'd be toast on my own."
"Don't worry about that one Tim," Cassy assures. "I look out for my friends. Anyone trying to attack the school will find themselves in for a nasty shock. Well at least they will when Professor Logans training is complete and he says I'm good enough to use any of it."
"Mr. Logan is teaching you to be a karate teacher?" Tim asks a little baffled as he pauses on his way out the door.
Cassy shakes her head. "Nah a spy. It's my future job training you see."
Tim's eyes go completely confused and then he shakes his head. "Maybe both." he decides before heading out the door.
"Meanie," Cassy says with mock hurt as she finishes the last of her icecream off. "Cya laters Tim. If anyone wants me I'll be running off this little snack of mine."