No way!!!!!!
Today was awesome. Simply awesome.
The Bronx
Definitely not a section of New York to be missed, Bronx County widely-known and appreciated, yet attempts to maintain a somewhat humble air, nevertheless. A highly environmentally conscious community, it hosts the famous Bronx Zoo, miles of parks, and abounding artistic expression that has attracted the interest of even Twain and Poe, over the years. Various buildings compose the community amid the carefully planned landscaping, mostly libraries and old brick business building, although residential facilities are dotted here and there for those with a careful eye. Although it's still relatively close to the inner city, the air seems much cleaner here, especially in the summer outdoor concerts held in the parks annually.
[Exits : [L]iving [C]olor [T]atoo, [S]kate [P]ark, [B]arnes and [N]oble, [St]arbucks, [M]c[D]onald's, [We]stchester, [B]ronx [Z]oo, and [H]arlem ]
[Players : Sidda ]
Quark walks towards the Starbucks as if intending to buy a coffee, but stops as he sees Forge on the way out. He waves, giving a friendly and polite smile to the girl he's with. "Hey Forge, what's up?"
Forge grins, obviously just thrilled to death himself. Hah hah! ... "Remind me to do that again sometime." He inhales deeply, just as Quark walks up and, wow, goood mood. "Hey, Quark. Haven't seen you for a bit." He glances back toward the front of the Starbucks. "I am up! I mean, in ... I'm good. That is. ... Oh, this is Sidda!"
Sidda brushes back her stark white hair. Hm... newcomer. "Hi there. You know my male, then? Sweetness. And you are?"
Quark blinks slightly, confused by Forge's suddenly happy attitude. He didn't seem that inviting when they had that talk the other night in his soon-to-be apartment, but he mentally shrugs it off. He extends a hand towards Sidda, and replies, "I'm Chris Parker, but feel free to call me Quark. Everyone else does," he grins. "It's a nuclear physics term..."
Forge is a much better person when he's not certifiable. Well, not quite /as/ certifiable. "Quark's endearing. Be proud of your nickname. It's memorable." He whistles lightly under his breath. "Sidda, Quark is moving into Dragon's Den. I said, ah, hi to him once."
Sidda accepts the hand, her flesh very cool to the touch, like a marble statue. "Quark, eh? I take it that you're what we know as 'gifted', then? Pleasure to meet you. My nickname so to speak is Afterlife, but no need to use it when I'm not doing mutanty things." Ah, so HAPPY to be doing mutant things once more.
Quark nods slowly, pretending he has perfect understanding of the conversation. Which he obviously doesn't, but hey, who's counting? Shrugging, he replies with a warm smile, "Nice to meet you, Sidda." Glancing between the two with a slightly arched eyebrow, he inquires, "So what brings you two out here to the Bronx? I don't recall you saying you like coffee," he directs towards Forge.
Forge is still weirded out by Sidda having a code name. Not that having one name that serves as name, code name, and whatever else you want, is any better. "Food. Breakfast. No coffee, but, like, ah, cheese cake and stuff. Nourishment is important. But tread careful like, Starbucks doesn't dig mutants."
Sidda grumbles, "It sucks, too. Because I REALLY like their cheesecake!" Oblivious girl. "If I hadn't you know... done stuff that drew attention to us, we'de've been fine, though."
Quark smiles in spite of himself. "Good thing I decided not to teleport into the shop, then," he jokingly replies. Becoming more serious, he frowns and adds, "Why, what happened to you guys in there? I don't recall the owner or any employees ever hating mutants before, and I've come here every Monday after school for the last few years." His school, however, also gives him problems with his mutant abilities, but he holds that thought to hear what Forge has to say.
Forge waves a hand dismissively. "What was more important? Getting your powers back online or being super discreet for people who can't handle a different hair color." He sighs at Quark. "Sidda's hair went white and some people got upset. It was ridiculous."
Sidda shrugs, "Just a few people, really. There was at least one other mutant in there, but he was just a kid... it was only one guy and then the manager. I'm thinking of having critters go in tehre and mess wit htings, now."
Quark nods and shrugs. "It can't be helped, I guess. The white hair thing, I mean." He's trying to sound knowledgable of Sidda's powers, but fails. Turning to her, he asks, "If you don't mind my asking, what exactly -are- your powers? Besides changing your hair color, I mean." Although he doesn't really understand how that's supposed to be helpful...
Forge grins at Sidda, shaking his head. "I still just like the idea of sueing them. Or. Giant robots." He'll let her explain her powers today.
Sidda smiles sweetly, "Oh, I take bits and peices of dead things, or whole dead things, and bring them back to life. Then they do whatever it is that I ask of them. Yourself?" She turns to Forge and exclaims, "No, we aren't suing!"
Quark blinks and whistles in slight shock. She made it sound like bringing things, or even part of things, back to life after death seemed kind of trivial...Shuddering slightly at the thought of half a mummy chasing him down the street, he replies in an even tone, "Guess that kind of explains the whole 'Afterlife' codename thing." Shrugging, he adds, "I can teleport. And I have this cool form of x-ray vision." Cool, that is, except when it causes cancer in close relatives. My, isn't life ironic...
Forge could make a comment about how Sidda could idly bring tumors to life and form them into a huge pile of tumor goo to devour things, but he won't. He's in a good mood, not an evil one. He's a little slight bit miffed at Quark's reaction. "Her power is really very useful. And cool. You need to sue it in action. See it, I mean. ..."
Sidda crosses her arms over her chest self consciously at the mention of the X-ray vision. She agrees with Quark on the whole irony thing, though. "Eh... kind of like how I had to die to make things come back to life at first? Ah well... FORGE! We do NOT need to sue!" She does smile at the little slip, though.
Quark blinks a few more times in confusion at the mention of dying and pretends he didn't hear it. Ignoring the comment about suing the coffee shop, he brings up that other thought he had a few minutes ago. "I've had trouble with mutant haters at school, lately. Not that I can't take care of myself, but there are quite a few people that are openly biased against mutants. I know I don't have it the worst, but there are a few people that have finally decided that my eyes flashing neon green every time I give off x-ray radiation is -not- normal." Sighing, he adds, "I wish there was some kind of school nearby where I could go, where mutants aren't treated so poorly. Heck, even treated with respect and kindness."
Forge suddenly meefs, looking at a watch that we didn't know he had! "Crap, I promised Glo-Tek I'd check in an hour agao, but this was more important." He disengages from Sidda and starts down the street. "Quark, there's a school for mutants. ... Off Weschester, Xavier Institute. I don't know crap about getting in as a student, but they might at least freaking talk to you." And off he joggy jogs.
Sidda watches her male go off and shakes her head. Silly boy. "Bye, Forge!"
Quark waves goodbye to Forge, partially caught up in his sad thoughts about his frustrating high school. He perks up extremely at the mention of a mutant school, and the improvement in his attitude is easily visible. Thinking aloud, he says, "There's actually a school for mutants? In Westchester?! You've gotta be kidding me."
Sidda shrugs, "I haven't been there personally, but Forge talks about it. I think that he's gonna go work there... and our kids'll probably go there, later on. I wouldn't want anything of mine in the human schools."
Quark looks at Sidda, realizing that she's still there. He nods thoughtfully and replies with a smile, "I just -have- to look into that. I've been thinking so much lately about how I would love to be part of a school that respects other mutants. I never actually thought that such a school might exist, at least not in my lifetime." Frowning in thought, he ponders aloud, "If the entire school is meant for mutants, does that mean I might be able to learn more than just the typical curriculum? About myself and my own powers as well?"
Sidda thinks, "Um.. well, I don't know, really. Ask Forge next time you see him. All I know about it is because I 've heard my male talk about it once or twice. But if it's specialized.. hell, maybe I should sign up."
Quark ponders, and takes a look around him. "You know, I don't think we're very far from Westchester right now. Since we're both interested in the school, how about we take a short walk over to the place right now? Maybe there's someone there who could help us and explain what the school's all about."
Sidda sighs, "I wish I could, but alas, I don't have the time. I gotta go clean up the mess I made at Forge's last night... oi..."
Quark nods, and waves as she prepares to leave. "It was nice meeting you! Maybe I'll just check into it myself."
Sidda waves and walks home.
I went over to Starbucks this afternoon, and instead of getting a coffee, I ran into Forge and his girl, Sidda. Turns out they got in a minor conflict with the Starbucks owner, and we got into an interesting chat about mutant powers and people biased against mutants.
Second, the most exciting news of the day, Forge imparted the name of an all-mutant school located in Westchester--he said it was called Xavier's Institute. This discussion started because I confessed to Forge about how much I hate getting dissed at school for my powers, even though I don't have as many physical mutations as others. I -seriously- need to check into this place. To learn in a school where mutants are not only tolerated but actually respected like regualar human beings...I can't even begin to describe how much I'd enjoy learning at a place like that. Please leave a comment if you have any information about this school for me! I'll be trying to contact a school staff member within a few days, so I can actually check the place out myself. Until then, have a good week!
The Bronx
Definitely not a section of New York to be missed, Bronx County widely-known and appreciated, yet attempts to maintain a somewhat humble air, nevertheless. A highly environmentally conscious community, it hosts the famous Bronx Zoo, miles of parks, and abounding artistic expression that has attracted the interest of even Twain and Poe, over the years. Various buildings compose the community amid the carefully planned landscaping, mostly libraries and old brick business building, although residential facilities are dotted here and there for those with a careful eye. Although it's still relatively close to the inner city, the air seems much cleaner here, especially in the summer outdoor concerts held in the parks annually.
[Exits : [L]iving [C]olor [T]atoo, [S]kate [P]ark, [B]arnes and [N]oble, [St]arbucks, [M]c[D]onald's, [We]stchester, [B]ronx [Z]oo, and [H]arlem ]
[Players : Sidda ]
Quark walks towards the Starbucks as if intending to buy a coffee, but stops as he sees Forge on the way out. He waves, giving a friendly and polite smile to the girl he's with. "Hey Forge, what's up?"
Forge grins, obviously just thrilled to death himself. Hah hah! ... "Remind me to do that again sometime." He inhales deeply, just as Quark walks up and, wow, goood mood. "Hey, Quark. Haven't seen you for a bit." He glances back toward the front of the Starbucks. "I am up! I mean, in ... I'm good. That is. ... Oh, this is Sidda!"
Sidda brushes back her stark white hair. Hm... newcomer. "Hi there. You know my male, then? Sweetness. And you are?"
Quark blinks slightly, confused by Forge's suddenly happy attitude. He didn't seem that inviting when they had that talk the other night in his soon-to-be apartment, but he mentally shrugs it off. He extends a hand towards Sidda, and replies, "I'm Chris Parker, but feel free to call me Quark. Everyone else does," he grins. "It's a nuclear physics term..."
Forge is a much better person when he's not certifiable. Well, not quite /as/ certifiable. "Quark's endearing. Be proud of your nickname. It's memorable." He whistles lightly under his breath. "Sidda, Quark is moving into Dragon's Den. I said, ah, hi to him once."
Sidda accepts the hand, her flesh very cool to the touch, like a marble statue. "Quark, eh? I take it that you're what we know as 'gifted', then? Pleasure to meet you. My nickname so to speak is Afterlife, but no need to use it when I'm not doing mutanty things." Ah, so HAPPY to be doing mutant things once more.
Quark nods slowly, pretending he has perfect understanding of the conversation. Which he obviously doesn't, but hey, who's counting? Shrugging, he replies with a warm smile, "Nice to meet you, Sidda." Glancing between the two with a slightly arched eyebrow, he inquires, "So what brings you two out here to the Bronx? I don't recall you saying you like coffee," he directs towards Forge.
Forge is still weirded out by Sidda having a code name. Not that having one name that serves as name, code name, and whatever else you want, is any better. "Food. Breakfast. No coffee, but, like, ah, cheese cake and stuff. Nourishment is important. But tread careful like, Starbucks doesn't dig mutants."
Sidda grumbles, "It sucks, too. Because I REALLY like their cheesecake!" Oblivious girl. "If I hadn't you know... done stuff that drew attention to us, we'de've been fine, though."
Quark smiles in spite of himself. "Good thing I decided not to teleport into the shop, then," he jokingly replies. Becoming more serious, he frowns and adds, "Why, what happened to you guys in there? I don't recall the owner or any employees ever hating mutants before, and I've come here every Monday after school for the last few years." His school, however, also gives him problems with his mutant abilities, but he holds that thought to hear what Forge has to say.
Forge waves a hand dismissively. "What was more important? Getting your powers back online or being super discreet for people who can't handle a different hair color." He sighs at Quark. "Sidda's hair went white and some people got upset. It was ridiculous."
Sidda shrugs, "Just a few people, really. There was at least one other mutant in there, but he was just a kid... it was only one guy and then the manager. I'm thinking of having critters go in tehre and mess wit htings, now."
Quark nods and shrugs. "It can't be helped, I guess. The white hair thing, I mean." He's trying to sound knowledgable of Sidda's powers, but fails. Turning to her, he asks, "If you don't mind my asking, what exactly -are- your powers? Besides changing your hair color, I mean." Although he doesn't really understand how that's supposed to be helpful...
Forge grins at Sidda, shaking his head. "I still just like the idea of sueing them. Or. Giant robots." He'll let her explain her powers today.
Sidda smiles sweetly, "Oh, I take bits and peices of dead things, or whole dead things, and bring them back to life. Then they do whatever it is that I ask of them. Yourself?" She turns to Forge and exclaims, "No, we aren't suing!"
Quark blinks and whistles in slight shock. She made it sound like bringing things, or even part of things, back to life after death seemed kind of trivial...Shuddering slightly at the thought of half a mummy chasing him down the street, he replies in an even tone, "Guess that kind of explains the whole 'Afterlife' codename thing." Shrugging, he adds, "I can teleport. And I have this cool form of x-ray vision." Cool, that is, except when it causes cancer in close relatives. My, isn't life ironic...
Forge could make a comment about how Sidda could idly bring tumors to life and form them into a huge pile of tumor goo to devour things, but he won't. He's in a good mood, not an evil one. He's a little slight bit miffed at Quark's reaction. "Her power is really very useful. And cool. You need to sue it in action. See it, I mean. ..."
Sidda crosses her arms over her chest self consciously at the mention of the X-ray vision. She agrees with Quark on the whole irony thing, though. "Eh... kind of like how I had to die to make things come back to life at first? Ah well... FORGE! We do NOT need to sue!" She does smile at the little slip, though.
Quark blinks a few more times in confusion at the mention of dying and pretends he didn't hear it. Ignoring the comment about suing the coffee shop, he brings up that other thought he had a few minutes ago. "I've had trouble with mutant haters at school, lately. Not that I can't take care of myself, but there are quite a few people that are openly biased against mutants. I know I don't have it the worst, but there are a few people that have finally decided that my eyes flashing neon green every time I give off x-ray radiation is -not- normal." Sighing, he adds, "I wish there was some kind of school nearby where I could go, where mutants aren't treated so poorly. Heck, even treated with respect and kindness."
Forge suddenly meefs, looking at a watch that we didn't know he had! "Crap, I promised Glo-Tek I'd check in an hour agao, but this was more important." He disengages from Sidda and starts down the street. "Quark, there's a school for mutants. ... Off Weschester, Xavier Institute. I don't know crap about getting in as a student, but they might at least freaking talk to you." And off he joggy jogs.
Sidda watches her male go off and shakes her head. Silly boy. "Bye, Forge!"
Quark waves goodbye to Forge, partially caught up in his sad thoughts about his frustrating high school. He perks up extremely at the mention of a mutant school, and the improvement in his attitude is easily visible. Thinking aloud, he says, "There's actually a school for mutants? In Westchester?! You've gotta be kidding me."
Sidda shrugs, "I haven't been there personally, but Forge talks about it. I think that he's gonna go work there... and our kids'll probably go there, later on. I wouldn't want anything of mine in the human schools."
Quark looks at Sidda, realizing that she's still there. He nods thoughtfully and replies with a smile, "I just -have- to look into that. I've been thinking so much lately about how I would love to be part of a school that respects other mutants. I never actually thought that such a school might exist, at least not in my lifetime." Frowning in thought, he ponders aloud, "If the entire school is meant for mutants, does that mean I might be able to learn more than just the typical curriculum? About myself and my own powers as well?"
Sidda thinks, "Um.. well, I don't know, really. Ask Forge next time you see him. All I know about it is because I 've heard my male talk about it once or twice. But if it's specialized.. hell, maybe I should sign up."
Quark ponders, and takes a look around him. "You know, I don't think we're very far from Westchester right now. Since we're both interested in the school, how about we take a short walk over to the place right now? Maybe there's someone there who could help us and explain what the school's all about."
Sidda sighs, "I wish I could, but alas, I don't have the time. I gotta go clean up the mess I made at Forge's last night... oi..."
Quark nods, and waves as she prepares to leave. "It was nice meeting you! Maybe I'll just check into it myself."
Sidda waves and walks home.
I went over to Starbucks this afternoon, and instead of getting a coffee, I ran into Forge and his girl, Sidda. Turns out they got in a minor conflict with the Starbucks owner, and we got into an interesting chat about mutant powers and people biased against mutants.
Second, the most exciting news of the day, Forge imparted the name of an all-mutant school located in Westchester--he said it was called Xavier's Institute. This discussion started because I confessed to Forge about how much I hate getting dissed at school for my powers, even though I don't have as many physical mutations as others. I -seriously- need to check into this place. To learn in a school where mutants are not only tolerated but actually respected like regualar human beings...I can't even begin to describe how much I'd enjoy learning at a place like that. Please leave a comment if you have any information about this school for me! I'll be trying to contact a school staff member within a few days, so I can actually check the place out myself. Until then, have a good week!