Going for the record
In addition to meeting all these other students while exploring the mansion, I finally got to meet my roommate. I guess I didn't realize that I've hardly been in my room since I got here, and I even fell asleep in the library last night...whoops. Anyway, his name is Wesley Flynn. We had a good <> 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.
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Quark walks into the room with his face buried in a chemistry theory book, and he turns around and quietly shuts the door without even looking around the room. He stops as he turns around, suddenly sneezing from some dust or something up his nose. He is shocked out of his book with an odd grin, and stops when he realizes he's not alone in the room. Grinning sheepishly, he quickly blows his nose before extending his hand in friendship and explaining, "Hi, I'm Chris, or Quark if you prefer. Are you my roommate, or did I walk into the wrong room again?" he jokes happily.
Wesley glances up from his bed, where he has been laying, walkman playing fairly loudly, a textbook unceremoniously tossed to the end of the bed being replaced by some magazine or another. He glances up, pulling the headphones off in time to hear Chris' introduction before sitting up and tossing the walkman aside. "Heya. I'm Wes. Noticed some new stuff in here. You just get here?"
Quark shrugs with a grin, also closing and nonchalantly tossing his textbook onto the vacant bed. "I've been here for a day or two, but since I've been all over the place trying to learn my way around, I don't think I've been in the room yet...I think I fell asleep in the library last night." Glancing at the rest of his stuff still on top of his new bed, he sighs defeatedly and starts to unpack. Smiling politely towards Wes, he replies, "Nice to meet you, by the way."
"The library?" Wesley asks with a raised eyebrow. "You've only been here two days and you're there already? Oh, yeah, nice to meet ya. I never saw my old roommate, so it'll be cool having someone around. What year are ya? M'a Junior."
Quark shrugs with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I suppose you could say I'm one who likes to be very academically active. I start my classes tomorrow, and I thought it might be a good idea to do some review on my own. Chances are the classes here will be harder than at my old school. And I'm a Junior, too," he adds with a grin. "I hope we get along well. I've only met a few people here so far, and I'm trying to go for a record," he jokes.
Wesley shrugs. "It doesn't take too long to meet everyone, but people are always showing up. Pretty soon, you'll be the one giving new kids the tour. Everyone's pretty easy to get along with. Drama and stuff, but it's so small you've got to expect that anyways. but people are pretty cool, and everyone's all in the same boat. So..." he asks, a curious glint in his eyes. "What do ya do?"
Quark tilts his head in thought, frowning slightly. "What do I do? I'm a student, like you. I like chemistry, and physics, and..." He grins slightly, catching on to Wes' curious tone. "Oohhh...I see." His grin widens before answering, "I can teleport. I can instantaneously travel between two places, although there's a maximum distance I can travel before it strains me too much to go. I just found out today that I can also carry other things with me, but I don't know how that works." Pondering, he adds, "I also have a really cool form of x-ray vision, where I can control my eyes to give off x-ray radiation. When they do, my eyes turn neon green and my visibility spectrum shifts down so I can see which x-rays are absorbed and which are reflected, allowing me to make an odd picture that reveals people quite easily. What about you?"
Wesley quirks an eyebrow at Quark before nodding. The x-ray explanation was a bit too technical for him. "Well, that /sounds/ cool, even if I didn't get half of that second thing. So like Prof. Wagner, then? Me, I'm a water guy." One pitiful looking plant sits on hi desk, and from his bed, Wesley sends a short spurt of water arcing across the room into the plant. Then he snatches half an empty waterbottle from a row of about 8 at the head of his bed, tips it on its side, and sticks his finger in, swirling the water slightly until it congeals into a semi-solid gel. Obviously, he has been practicing that last bit and is more than happy to show off.
Quark blinks, whistling low in awe. "Wow, that's pretty sweet. I met Professor Wagner the other night, when I came to check out the mansion, and I was glad to find that there are actually other people that can teleport. But he doesn't have x-ray vision," Quark adds with a grin. Pondering, he explains again, "Basically, x-rays are not visible by the naked eye. If I couldn't see the rays when I give them off, it wouldn't be useful for x-ray vision--I'd just be able to shower people with harmful radiation." He pauses for a moment with pursed lips; ironically, that's what happened to his mother, and why she now has a life-threatening case of leukemia. "Anyway, my x-ray vision works because, when I give off the radiation, my eyes are able to see the x-rays given off. So I can see where they go, and therefore see what I'm looking at." Quark adds with a grin, "Sweet powers, by the way. That's -really- cool. Seriously."
Wesley grins. "They can be a lot of fun sometimes. Especially the second. I just figured it out this week, at least how to use it. Happened accidentally before, but it's taken me a few months to figure out how to use it. I can turn my arm into sorta the same gel, but it's a lot of work, so I'll show you some other time, if ya want." He glances around the room at the boxes. "So where're you from? Want a hand?"
Quark nods, listening to Wes with a grin while describing his powers. He understands how learning about those powers can be hard. Glancing at the boxes with a weary eye, he nods happily and replies, "I would love the help, but I won't demand it from you. As for where I'm from, I've lived downtown in New York City almost all my life. I went to that big magnet high school in the city, but I finally lost it and just had to get out of there. The people there were so..." He clenches a fist and forces it open, saying instead, "The other students didn't tolerate mutants, let alone respect them. I couldn't bear to watch them make fun of other obvious mutants, even though it took them two years to realize I was one as well."
Wesley nods. "Yeah, that's gotta be hard. How long've you known? I just did this summer, and I was in New York for the summer, my powers whacked out, then Dr. Grey found me one day, and that's that story. M'from Buffalo. The 'rents are still there."
Quark sits down, thinking aloud as he unpacks another box and sets some of his miscellaneous knick knacks on the shelf by his bed. "Wow, let's see...I think I've known about my powers for a little over a year, since last October or so." Shrugging, he says, "I haven't really tried to expand upon my powers since I learned about them, because of the school and how they treat mutants. I did meet Dr. Grey as well, by the way. She's a great doctor and professor." He sets a few other things by the bed and starts to put some things into his storage cabinets. "What was Buffalo like?"
Wesley slips a knife from his pocket and begins opening boxes. "This one's clothes. I'll put it by the closet for ya." And so he does, sliding the cardboard box across the room. "It's more humid than here. I miss that. Guess it has to do with my powers, though I never thought about it before. I drink water /all/ the time here," he adds with a nod toward the bottles lined up on his bed. "Otherwise, well there's not as many people. There's a lot more to do here, which is nice. Seem to meet more mutants here, although maybe I did back there and just didn't realize it. Yeah, Dr. Grey's great. I'm taking biology from her this year, which is pretty cool."
Quark nods, starting to hang up some of the clothes himself--most of them including comfortable cargo pants, jackets, jeans, long-sleeve shirts, and a few other mixed things. "I suppose things concerning water would be kind of important to a mutant with water-based powers," he grins. "As far as activities go, you're right, I do like it here because of that. I don't really enjoy biology myself, but I might take the class sometime anyway. I'm signed up for chem, physics, and Japanese." He pauses in his unpacking, looking over to Wes with another grin. "I thought it might be cool to take it, and I hear it's being taught by an actual certified samurai or someone like that?"
Wesley chokes at that, although it is quickly turned into a small cough. "Certified samurai? Professor Logan? Well, I suppose he /could/ be, but I hadn't heard that. I'm taking French, although Prof Logan teaches PE too." Of course, with a school this small, rumors always fly, but Wesley's not about to admit anything about /that/ part of his recent life if he doesn't have to.
Quark arches an eyebrow at Wes, trying to judge his response. For such a "geeky bookworm", he's quite empathetic and observant. Logical reasoning will do that to you. "Really? Are you -sure- about that? I mean, if you've been here for a while, you must've heard -something- about some of the teachers, things besides common rumors." Pondering with a small grin, he admits that "I've heard stories, albeit quite fantastical, that there are some people in the school--staff members, maybe students or even Xavier himself--that fight crime like 'superheroes' against other mad, raving mutants in the city. Is that true?"
Wesley shrugs in response. "I've only been here a couple months, so I'm not really 'in the know' about a lot of stuff that the faculty do. Strange stuff happens, though, around here a lot. Guess it just comes with the people. Superheros? Not sure about that, but it wouldn't surprise me."
Quark ponders it some more, finally getting back up to finish his packing. He's only got a few more things to go, and then he's done! Alright..."Hmm. To be honest, I really don't believe all those rumors. At least not yet. Seriously, could you imagine quiet, maternal, intelligent Jean Grey going out and kicking other mutants' butts in colored spandex?" He laughs, not really trying to imagine it but enjoying the idea nonetheless. My, what ignorant students...
Wesley chuckles along with Quark. "Well, strange things do happen. And our teachers seem to get hurt... well, more than teachers did at my /last/ highschool, so maybe there's more truth to it than ya think. Nothing surprises me around here anymore. You should have seen it a few weeks ago. Everyone was dressed up like fairytales for weeks. Crazy."
Quark arches an eyebrow at that, but shakes it off. Maybe he'll just keep an eye out for anything weird..."Personally, I think there's bound to be some kind of mystery hidden behind this mansion. Why else would a full-mutant school have all this high-tech equipment and voice-locked doors?" Apparently someone's been looking around in the lower levels, to no luck. "I could always teleport into one of those rooms, but I'd have to do it blind and I don't want to get in trouble. As for the fairytales thing, guess you'll have to fill me on in that later," he adds with an odd grin...the things that seem to go on here! Sheesh. Finally emptying his last box, he grins and says, "Thanks for the help! I'm all done with my unpacking, now. I need to get some quality sleep, but you can go ahead and stay up with the lights on if you need them. They won't bother me much." Finishing his saying good night, he crashes on the bed and sets his books on the floor, promptly falling asleep after removing his glasses. Wow, he must be tired... last night while I was unpacking my things.
Kinda makes you think, I guess, hearing about rumors. I mean, why are there so many voicelocked doors in the lower basement levels? I haven't teleported into any of those rooms yet, mainly because I don't want to jump blind and I really don't want to get into trouble. What is the mansion hiding...? Guess that's a secret I won't be able to find out about yet...
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.
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Quark walks into the room with his face buried in a chemistry theory book, and he turns around and quietly shuts the door without even looking around the room. He stops as he turns around, suddenly sneezing from some dust or something up his nose. He is shocked out of his book with an odd grin, and stops when he realizes he's not alone in the room. Grinning sheepishly, he quickly blows his nose before extending his hand in friendship and explaining, "Hi, I'm Chris, or Quark if you prefer. Are you my roommate, or did I walk into the wrong room again?" he jokes happily.
Wesley glances up from his bed, where he has been laying, walkman playing fairly loudly, a textbook unceremoniously tossed to the end of the bed being replaced by some magazine or another. He glances up, pulling the headphones off in time to hear Chris' introduction before sitting up and tossing the walkman aside. "Heya. I'm Wes. Noticed some new stuff in here. You just get here?"
Quark shrugs with a grin, also closing and nonchalantly tossing his textbook onto the vacant bed. "I've been here for a day or two, but since I've been all over the place trying to learn my way around, I don't think I've been in the room yet...I think I fell asleep in the library last night." Glancing at the rest of his stuff still on top of his new bed, he sighs defeatedly and starts to unpack. Smiling politely towards Wes, he replies, "Nice to meet you, by the way."
"The library?" Wesley asks with a raised eyebrow. "You've only been here two days and you're there already? Oh, yeah, nice to meet ya. I never saw my old roommate, so it'll be cool having someone around. What year are ya? M'a Junior."
Quark shrugs with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I suppose you could say I'm one who likes to be very academically active. I start my classes tomorrow, and I thought it might be a good idea to do some review on my own. Chances are the classes here will be harder than at my old school. And I'm a Junior, too," he adds with a grin. "I hope we get along well. I've only met a few people here so far, and I'm trying to go for a record," he jokes.
Wesley shrugs. "It doesn't take too long to meet everyone, but people are always showing up. Pretty soon, you'll be the one giving new kids the tour. Everyone's pretty easy to get along with. Drama and stuff, but it's so small you've got to expect that anyways. but people are pretty cool, and everyone's all in the same boat. So..." he asks, a curious glint in his eyes. "What do ya do?"
Quark tilts his head in thought, frowning slightly. "What do I do? I'm a student, like you. I like chemistry, and physics, and..." He grins slightly, catching on to Wes' curious tone. "Oohhh...I see." His grin widens before answering, "I can teleport. I can instantaneously travel between two places, although there's a maximum distance I can travel before it strains me too much to go. I just found out today that I can also carry other things with me, but I don't know how that works." Pondering, he adds, "I also have a really cool form of x-ray vision, where I can control my eyes to give off x-ray radiation. When they do, my eyes turn neon green and my visibility spectrum shifts down so I can see which x-rays are absorbed and which are reflected, allowing me to make an odd picture that reveals people quite easily. What about you?"
Wesley quirks an eyebrow at Quark before nodding. The x-ray explanation was a bit too technical for him. "Well, that /sounds/ cool, even if I didn't get half of that second thing. So like Prof. Wagner, then? Me, I'm a water guy." One pitiful looking plant sits on hi desk, and from his bed, Wesley sends a short spurt of water arcing across the room into the plant. Then he snatches half an empty waterbottle from a row of about 8 at the head of his bed, tips it on its side, and sticks his finger in, swirling the water slightly until it congeals into a semi-solid gel. Obviously, he has been practicing that last bit and is more than happy to show off.
Quark blinks, whistling low in awe. "Wow, that's pretty sweet. I met Professor Wagner the other night, when I came to check out the mansion, and I was glad to find that there are actually other people that can teleport. But he doesn't have x-ray vision," Quark adds with a grin. Pondering, he explains again, "Basically, x-rays are not visible by the naked eye. If I couldn't see the rays when I give them off, it wouldn't be useful for x-ray vision--I'd just be able to shower people with harmful radiation." He pauses for a moment with pursed lips; ironically, that's what happened to his mother, and why she now has a life-threatening case of leukemia. "Anyway, my x-ray vision works because, when I give off the radiation, my eyes are able to see the x-rays given off. So I can see where they go, and therefore see what I'm looking at." Quark adds with a grin, "Sweet powers, by the way. That's -really- cool. Seriously."
Wesley grins. "They can be a lot of fun sometimes. Especially the second. I just figured it out this week, at least how to use it. Happened accidentally before, but it's taken me a few months to figure out how to use it. I can turn my arm into sorta the same gel, but it's a lot of work, so I'll show you some other time, if ya want." He glances around the room at the boxes. "So where're you from? Want a hand?"
Quark nods, listening to Wes with a grin while describing his powers. He understands how learning about those powers can be hard. Glancing at the boxes with a weary eye, he nods happily and replies, "I would love the help, but I won't demand it from you. As for where I'm from, I've lived downtown in New York City almost all my life. I went to that big magnet high school in the city, but I finally lost it and just had to get out of there. The people there were so..." He clenches a fist and forces it open, saying instead, "The other students didn't tolerate mutants, let alone respect them. I couldn't bear to watch them make fun of other obvious mutants, even though it took them two years to realize I was one as well."
Wesley nods. "Yeah, that's gotta be hard. How long've you known? I just did this summer, and I was in New York for the summer, my powers whacked out, then Dr. Grey found me one day, and that's that story. M'from Buffalo. The 'rents are still there."
Quark sits down, thinking aloud as he unpacks another box and sets some of his miscellaneous knick knacks on the shelf by his bed. "Wow, let's see...I think I've known about my powers for a little over a year, since last October or so." Shrugging, he says, "I haven't really tried to expand upon my powers since I learned about them, because of the school and how they treat mutants. I did meet Dr. Grey as well, by the way. She's a great doctor and professor." He sets a few other things by the bed and starts to put some things into his storage cabinets. "What was Buffalo like?"
Wesley slips a knife from his pocket and begins opening boxes. "This one's clothes. I'll put it by the closet for ya." And so he does, sliding the cardboard box across the room. "It's more humid than here. I miss that. Guess it has to do with my powers, though I never thought about it before. I drink water /all/ the time here," he adds with a nod toward the bottles lined up on his bed. "Otherwise, well there's not as many people. There's a lot more to do here, which is nice. Seem to meet more mutants here, although maybe I did back there and just didn't realize it. Yeah, Dr. Grey's great. I'm taking biology from her this year, which is pretty cool."
Quark nods, starting to hang up some of the clothes himself--most of them including comfortable cargo pants, jackets, jeans, long-sleeve shirts, and a few other mixed things. "I suppose things concerning water would be kind of important to a mutant with water-based powers," he grins. "As far as activities go, you're right, I do like it here because of that. I don't really enjoy biology myself, but I might take the class sometime anyway. I'm signed up for chem, physics, and Japanese." He pauses in his unpacking, looking over to Wes with another grin. "I thought it might be cool to take it, and I hear it's being taught by an actual certified samurai or someone like that?"
Wesley chokes at that, although it is quickly turned into a small cough. "Certified samurai? Professor Logan? Well, I suppose he /could/ be, but I hadn't heard that. I'm taking French, although Prof Logan teaches PE too." Of course, with a school this small, rumors always fly, but Wesley's not about to admit anything about /that/ part of his recent life if he doesn't have to.
Quark arches an eyebrow at Wes, trying to judge his response. For such a "geeky bookworm", he's quite empathetic and observant. Logical reasoning will do that to you. "Really? Are you -sure- about that? I mean, if you've been here for a while, you must've heard -something- about some of the teachers, things besides common rumors." Pondering with a small grin, he admits that "I've heard stories, albeit quite fantastical, that there are some people in the school--staff members, maybe students or even Xavier himself--that fight crime like 'superheroes' against other mad, raving mutants in the city. Is that true?"
Wesley shrugs in response. "I've only been here a couple months, so I'm not really 'in the know' about a lot of stuff that the faculty do. Strange stuff happens, though, around here a lot. Guess it just comes with the people. Superheros? Not sure about that, but it wouldn't surprise me."
Quark ponders it some more, finally getting back up to finish his packing. He's only got a few more things to go, and then he's done! Alright..."Hmm. To be honest, I really don't believe all those rumors. At least not yet. Seriously, could you imagine quiet, maternal, intelligent Jean Grey going out and kicking other mutants' butts in colored spandex?" He laughs, not really trying to imagine it but enjoying the idea nonetheless. My, what ignorant students...
Wesley chuckles along with Quark. "Well, strange things do happen. And our teachers seem to get hurt... well, more than teachers did at my /last/ highschool, so maybe there's more truth to it than ya think. Nothing surprises me around here anymore. You should have seen it a few weeks ago. Everyone was dressed up like fairytales for weeks. Crazy."
Quark arches an eyebrow at that, but shakes it off. Maybe he'll just keep an eye out for anything weird..."Personally, I think there's bound to be some kind of mystery hidden behind this mansion. Why else would a full-mutant school have all this high-tech equipment and voice-locked doors?" Apparently someone's been looking around in the lower levels, to no luck. "I could always teleport into one of those rooms, but I'd have to do it blind and I don't want to get in trouble. As for the fairytales thing, guess you'll have to fill me on in that later," he adds with an odd grin...the things that seem to go on here! Sheesh. Finally emptying his last box, he grins and says, "Thanks for the help! I'm all done with my unpacking, now. I need to get some quality sleep, but you can go ahead and stay up with the lights on if you need them. They won't bother me much." Finishing his saying good night, he crashes on the bed and sets his books on the floor, promptly falling asleep after removing his glasses. Wow, he must be tired... last night while I was unpacking my things.
Kinda makes you think, I guess, hearing about rumors. I mean, why are there so many voicelocked doors in the lower basement levels? I haven't teleported into any of those rooms yet, mainly because I don't want to jump blind and I really don't want to get into trouble. What is the mansion hiding...? Guess that's a secret I won't be able to find out about yet...