A few updates.
This entry ICly for friends only.
Well, the snow sure is nice. I always liked winter more than any other season...I just don't like driving in it. But now that I'm at Xavier's, I don't have to go anywhere. So I love it all again. ^_^
Wes came back from Buffalo a little while ago, but last night I finally got the first chance to talk to him since his return. He seemed pretty happy, and he was his usual, homework-procrastinating self :-), but when I asked him about his time spent with his family, I really think he seemed pretty agitated. He's suffering from what I think of as 'family mutant identity crisis'. In other words, his parents still don't know he's a mutant and he doesn't know if he should tell them or not.
"You can kill yourself, or you can make your mama proud"--Fastball
That seems to be a big issue, nowadays. I didn't have the problem due to the circumstances in which I was raised, but many other teen mutants do. Even then, why should any teen have to be worried of what his/her parents think about his/her existence as a mutant? Parents in the modern world seem to focus on the politics of mutant rights too much, instead of just caring their children like any other regular human being. It's not fair that I should have a normal relationship with my mother while other friends of mine have to deal with that tension in their immediate families. It's just...not right.
Anyway, I have things to accomplish today. I'm trying to learn some new common ASL words, so I can sign without having to spell everything. ^_^ This isn't easy, though! Talk to you all later.
<> Wesley and Quark's Room - LV2(#863RA)
A standard dorm room here at Xavier's. Two twin beds that can form bunk beds or be left separate, two desks with room for both computers and homework, two chairs, two bookshelves, two dressers. Two closets, too. Sensing a theme yet? There's a bathroom shared with the room next door, accessable through a sliding door on the side wall. A bay window with a gorgeous view of the grounds also boasts a comfortable built-in window seat with storage cabinets underneath. Combined with the high ceilings, hardwood floor and airy plaster and moulding, this is clearly a setting somewhat swanker than a college dorm might be, although personal touches reflecting the occupants' taste are apparent.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Players : Wesley ]
Quark is lying peacefully on his side of the room, with a Fastball CD playing quietly on his small stereo at the base of his bed. As usual, he's....reading a textbook. What a nerd. Actually, it's a really good Japanese book, and there are more books on the bed by the floor. There's even one on ASL! Who'd have thought?
Wesley opens the door, shockingly his own arms full of textbooks. "Heya Quark," he says, smiling as he dumps the books on his bed and closes the door behind him. "No rest for the wicked, eh? They sure are piling the homework on these days. I'm not sure I liek breaks if it means this much to catch up when we get back."
Quark grins and offers a wave as his friend / roommate enters the room, and offers, "Want me to turn the music down so you can study better? Or do you like Fastball, too?" Another grin; he's convinced they're the best band ever, even though most people only know them because of their hit song "The Way". Blinking and glancing back at his Japanese book, he clarifies with a sheepish smile, "Actually, this isn't homework. Already got it done...matter of fact, I got tomorrow's done while I was at it. This is just for fun." He eyes Wes' pile of homework with a grimace, however, and offers, "Want some help?"
"Oh I didn't actually plan on /doing/ homework tonight," Wesley says, giving his eyes an exaggerasted roll. "Just getting the books. I'll do it tomorrow. Never do today what you can put of until tomorrow, and all that. Got better things to do. Like talking to my roommate, who I haven't seen in AGES. Which reminds me. I've got something for you." A very sheepish look crosses his face. "Kinda a Christmas present I never remembered to give you. Nothing much." With that, he heads over to his dresser and digs under some socks for a coloring book. Yes, a coloring book. One filled with generic superheros, at that. He presents it to Quark rather unceremoniously. "I thought we could... have some fun making our teachers into the superheros like we talked about that one night. Professor Summers in spandex and all that. There's some good picture. Course, if you think it's stupid, you can just toss it."
Quark laughs aloud and happily accepts the book, replying, "No, it's great! I'm surprised you remembered that, back from a few months ago and all. Besides, at least I can try and color in the lines. Better than trying to draw them on my own," he laughs sincerely again. Shrugging, he adds, "I didn't know if you would like the book I got you, either. Not sure I was thinking, believing you would enjoy reading a scientific book for fun," he jokes. Nodding towards Wes' books again, he offers, "Are you -sure- you don't want -any- help? I might be too busy tomorrow...Although you're right, catching up on old times would be fine with me." He smiles and sits up on the bed, closing the Japanese book and setting it aside. "So, I never got the chance to ask you...how was Buffalo?"
"It was... okay," Wesley finally says, turning aside to drop to his bed. "Just... strange being home, y'know. It was cold. Lot colder than here. Lots of snow. You probably heard about that one storm on the news. Over a foot."
Quark blinks a little, smile fading slightly. Arching an eyebrow, he asks in a (hopefully) unintrusive way, "Wes, you've been gone for a long time on vacation and you were totally excited about going there before. Now you come back, you haven't even mentioned anything about it, and you finally tell me it was 'okay'?" Shifting uncomfortably on his bed, he asks, "Everything all right, Wes? You can tell me you know." Of course, now he's just hoping he's not making a complete idiot of himself and calling the situation wrong...
Wesley frowns slightly. "Oh, I dunno. It was... well, heck. Yeah, it was kind of miserable toward the end. I really... /meant/ to tell my parents. You know. About me. I did. I told you I was going to, didn't I? I'd /planned/ to and everything." Just a tad defensive, aren't we tonight?" "But, well, you know, you don't want to start a vacation with something like that. And then in the middle it was like.. 'Oh, I can wait until I'm almost ready to go back.' And then, well, I tried to. A couple times. But... the conversation... always got turned around. Y'know, like they didn't want to talk about mutants. They usually change the channel when it comes on the news. Little things I kept noticing. I... just don't know what I should tell them. /If/ I should tell them.
Quark nods sincerely, replying, "I didn't have that trouble with my parents. My father died before my powers manifested, and my mother understood that having powers didn't change who I was. Maybe it just wasn't the right time? It's not vital that they know, and if you don't feel comfortable telling them now, maybe you will find a better time to do so. It's all up to you. Either way, your friends are here to support you no matter what anyone else thinks. Me included," he smiles. He pauses, but the silence feels slightly awkward and he adds, "Anyway, I'm not going to stay up much later. I was at homework for a while, so I'm ready to hit the sack early tonight. Still, I'll stay up and study for a few extra minutes with my music in case you want to talk about anything else?" Shrugging, he adds, "Whatever you want. Anyway, it was nice talking to you again after so long. Good luck with that homework!"
OOC: Ah yes, the joy of Snow Days. ^_^ Mwahahaha...that's why I still like high school. I'll be free pretty much all day, so if you see me on, give me a shout. ;-)
Well, the snow sure is nice. I always liked winter more than any other season...I just don't like driving in it. But now that I'm at Xavier's, I don't have to go anywhere. So I love it all again. ^_^
Wes came back from Buffalo a little while ago, but last night I finally got the first chance to talk to him since his return. He seemed pretty happy, and he was his usual, homework-procrastinating self :-), but when I asked him about his time spent with his family, I really think he seemed pretty agitated. He's suffering from what I think of as 'family mutant identity crisis'. In other words, his parents still don't know he's a mutant and he doesn't know if he should tell them or not.
"You can kill yourself, or you can make your mama proud"--Fastball
That seems to be a big issue, nowadays. I didn't have the problem due to the circumstances in which I was raised, but many other teen mutants do. Even then, why should any teen have to be worried of what his/her parents think about his/her existence as a mutant? Parents in the modern world seem to focus on the politics of mutant rights too much, instead of just caring their children like any other regular human being. It's not fair that I should have a normal relationship with my mother while other friends of mine have to deal with that tension in their immediate families. It's just...not right.
Anyway, I have things to accomplish today. I'm trying to learn some new common ASL words, so I can sign without having to spell everything. ^_^ This isn't easy, though! Talk to you all later.
<> Wesley and Quark's Room - LV2(#863RA)
A standard dorm room here at Xavier's. Two twin beds that can form bunk beds or be left separate, two desks with room for both computers and homework, two chairs, two bookshelves, two dressers. Two closets, too. Sensing a theme yet? There's a bathroom shared with the room next door, accessable through a sliding door on the side wall. A bay window with a gorgeous view of the grounds also boasts a comfortable built-in window seat with storage cabinets underneath. Combined with the high ceilings, hardwood floor and airy plaster and moulding, this is clearly a setting somewhat swanker than a college dorm might be, although personal touches reflecting the occupants' taste are apparent.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Players : Wesley ]
Quark is lying peacefully on his side of the room, with a Fastball CD playing quietly on his small stereo at the base of his bed. As usual, he's....reading a textbook. What a nerd. Actually, it's a really good Japanese book, and there are more books on the bed by the floor. There's even one on ASL! Who'd have thought?
Wesley opens the door, shockingly his own arms full of textbooks. "Heya Quark," he says, smiling as he dumps the books on his bed and closes the door behind him. "No rest for the wicked, eh? They sure are piling the homework on these days. I'm not sure I liek breaks if it means this much to catch up when we get back."
Quark grins and offers a wave as his friend / roommate enters the room, and offers, "Want me to turn the music down so you can study better? Or do you like Fastball, too?" Another grin; he's convinced they're the best band ever, even though most people only know them because of their hit song "The Way". Blinking and glancing back at his Japanese book, he clarifies with a sheepish smile, "Actually, this isn't homework. Already got it done...matter of fact, I got tomorrow's done while I was at it. This is just for fun." He eyes Wes' pile of homework with a grimace, however, and offers, "Want some help?"
"Oh I didn't actually plan on /doing/ homework tonight," Wesley says, giving his eyes an exaggerasted roll. "Just getting the books. I'll do it tomorrow. Never do today what you can put of until tomorrow, and all that. Got better things to do. Like talking to my roommate, who I haven't seen in AGES. Which reminds me. I've got something for you." A very sheepish look crosses his face. "Kinda a Christmas present I never remembered to give you. Nothing much." With that, he heads over to his dresser and digs under some socks for a coloring book. Yes, a coloring book. One filled with generic superheros, at that. He presents it to Quark rather unceremoniously. "I thought we could... have some fun making our teachers into the superheros like we talked about that one night. Professor Summers in spandex and all that. There's some good picture. Course, if you think it's stupid, you can just toss it."
Quark laughs aloud and happily accepts the book, replying, "No, it's great! I'm surprised you remembered that, back from a few months ago and all. Besides, at least I can try and color in the lines. Better than trying to draw them on my own," he laughs sincerely again. Shrugging, he adds, "I didn't know if you would like the book I got you, either. Not sure I was thinking, believing you would enjoy reading a scientific book for fun," he jokes. Nodding towards Wes' books again, he offers, "Are you -sure- you don't want -any- help? I might be too busy tomorrow...Although you're right, catching up on old times would be fine with me." He smiles and sits up on the bed, closing the Japanese book and setting it aside. "So, I never got the chance to ask you...how was Buffalo?"
"It was... okay," Wesley finally says, turning aside to drop to his bed. "Just... strange being home, y'know. It was cold. Lot colder than here. Lots of snow. You probably heard about that one storm on the news. Over a foot."
Quark blinks a little, smile fading slightly. Arching an eyebrow, he asks in a (hopefully) unintrusive way, "Wes, you've been gone for a long time on vacation and you were totally excited about going there before. Now you come back, you haven't even mentioned anything about it, and you finally tell me it was 'okay'?" Shifting uncomfortably on his bed, he asks, "Everything all right, Wes? You can tell me you know." Of course, now he's just hoping he's not making a complete idiot of himself and calling the situation wrong...
Wesley frowns slightly. "Oh, I dunno. It was... well, heck. Yeah, it was kind of miserable toward the end. I really... /meant/ to tell my parents. You know. About me. I did. I told you I was going to, didn't I? I'd /planned/ to and everything." Just a tad defensive, aren't we tonight?" "But, well, you know, you don't want to start a vacation with something like that. And then in the middle it was like.. 'Oh, I can wait until I'm almost ready to go back.' And then, well, I tried to. A couple times. But... the conversation... always got turned around. Y'know, like they didn't want to talk about mutants. They usually change the channel when it comes on the news. Little things I kept noticing. I... just don't know what I should tell them. /If/ I should tell them.
Quark nods sincerely, replying, "I didn't have that trouble with my parents. My father died before my powers manifested, and my mother understood that having powers didn't change who I was. Maybe it just wasn't the right time? It's not vital that they know, and if you don't feel comfortable telling them now, maybe you will find a better time to do so. It's all up to you. Either way, your friends are here to support you no matter what anyone else thinks. Me included," he smiles. He pauses, but the silence feels slightly awkward and he adds, "Anyway, I'm not going to stay up much later. I was at homework for a while, so I'm ready to hit the sack early tonight. Still, I'll stay up and study for a few extra minutes with my music in case you want to talk about anything else?" Shrugging, he adds, "Whatever you want. Anyway, it was nice talking to you again after so long. Good luck with that homework!"
OOC: Ah yes, the joy of Snow Days. ^_^ Mwahahaha...that's why I still like high school. I'll be free pretty much all day, so if you see me on, give me a shout. ;-)