Allow me to introduce myself - OTA

[inthenightskies]

James Hudson had been right about one thing, this team were nothing like Alpha Flight or Department H. General Stone had ensured that all the details she would require had been sent over and in return she'd been honest and disclosed her personal issues. These hadn't proved to be a problem and she'd been signed up to the team lickty-split quick

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[dame_mystique]

Mystique had been people watching in the Mess Hall, not that she needed to eat or drink or anything she just liked to pick people apart in their natural habitats.

She does however leave the room not long after, finding the surroundings more boring than usual. She does however notice Jeanne at the door to the hall with her head stuck in a map and Mystique only manages to move at the right moment to avoid some form of collision between the two. "Hello."

[inthenightskies]

The hello startles Jeanne-Marie who is trying to simultaneously ignore Aurora and navigate her way around the camp, ensuring that she has seen every part of the site. It's a thing that she has, the need for organisation and order that is prevelant in the Jeanne-Marie personality when she is dominant. Looking up Jeanne-Marie blinks, quirks and eyebrow and ignores the fact that Aurora is yelling loudly in her head about the blue lady!!! stood right in front of them.

Wiping her slightly sweaty -'cause you're such a nervous little mouse at times J-M'- palm on the stomach of her top, she holds it out and smiles softly. "Bonjour, permettez-moi de me présenter, je suis Jeanne-Marie Beaubier."

You're talking in to her in Québécoise, you fool!

"Sorry! Sorry. I forget where I am sometimes." Her Québécoise accent is there, not too strong but it adds a lilt to her words.

[dame_mystique]

Mystique looks her up and down with a vague air of confusion. She's a professional when it comes to reading body language and can definitely see the signs of someone in some degree of mental struggle or indecision.

She extends a cold, scaled hand to the other woman. "De Rien. I'm Mystique, and this probably isn't the best place to forget yourself." The accent would be noticeable even if Jeanne had tried to her best to disguise it.

[inthenightskies]

"Enchanté Madame Mystique, first day here and it's all a little... new." Overwhelming isn't the appropriate term, Jeanne-Marie is used to joining teams and starting over, but the whole routine of doing this whilst maintaining control of Aurora and those other submissive personalities is quite hard.

Taking the hand without flinching, 'Wow. Just like a lizard... do you think she has scales everywhere? What about a forked tongue J-M? Go on. Take a peek.' Jeanne-Marie shakes it firmly and with confidence.

"I've not seen many others around camp yet, but I assume there are plenty more associates for me to meet?"

[mad_asahatter]

What Ophelia likes most about the camp is the hubbub. There's always something going on somewhere, always someone messing up something or finding out something new or just meeting someone else. There are people falling out or people making up and Ophelia really enjoys just letting go and stretching out with her mind to let it all wash over her.

Naturally, anything new catches her interest more than anything old, so when something shiny and fresh arrives, Ophelia can't help but indulge in just a little bit of, well, stalking.

It's not so much creepy sort of stalking -although there probably isn't another kind- it's more Ophelia tracing the path of the emotional signature just after it's been there. The only problem is getting far too caught up in her powers and actually walking right into the back of said new shiny thing.

"Eep." And then scaring herself slightly, "Apologies, she didn't see you there, wandering around without a care. How foolish of her we do so say, barging into you on this very day."

[inthenightskies]

Aurora is huffing loudly in Jeanne-Marie's mind, dusting herself off and demanding that J-M checks to make sure that this isn't some part of the mutants skill, bashing into the back of them and stealing something. Jeanne-Marie ignores the screeching harpy in her head and turns to face her brightly haired stalker with a wary look.

"It's alright, no harm done mademoiselle. Are you alright?" Jeanne-Marie straightens her clothing at Aurora's insistence, trying to tamp down on the way that Aurora is currently picking apart this peculiar lady's clothing and appearance.

'What on earth is with her hair? At least she's not blue but I mean really? Who does she think she is? What have you signed us up for J-M?'"I didn't sign us up for anything!" Jeanne-Marie hisses under her breath, fists clenched as she remembers her mental techniques at dealing with Aurora when she gets too much. Imagine a box around Aurora, imagine that box in a room, imagine the door to that room being closed

[mad_asahatter]

Smiling brightly, Ophelia clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels. "Right as rain," and then she stopped, because there was definitely a thread of frustration right there and Ophelia had to bite her lip and take a step back.

She'd been working on not affecting people without reason -Betsy's help was going a long way in that and these days Ophelia's rhyming was more out of habit that a break in her splintered mind, thanks in great part to Betsy.

"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean it." She wasn't sure if in this instance she should calm the woman or if she should just excuse herself to the nearest tree and stay out of the way. "Just an accident, no harm meant. Zones in and out, not watching where she went. Sorry to bother, didn't mean to crowd."

[inthenightskies]

Realising that it was either something she had said or the way that she had said it Jeanne-Marie huffed at Aurora and gestures with her palms up, in a placating gesture. "No. Please, don't apologise I know it wasn't intentional. Y'see It's my... comment je l'explique?" Jeanne-Marie reaches into her pocket and pulls out an orange pill pot, rattling it at Ophelia.

"There's no point in trying to beat around the bush but I'm schizophrenic and I've multiple personalities." Glancing down at the pill pot, Jeanne-Marie runs a thumb over the label before putting it back into her pocket. She has no qualms in telling people the truth, mostly because there's no point in hiding the truth. Not when she has to live and work with these people.

"Sometimes the voices get a little too noisy, please don't take offence mademoiselle. Can we start over? Le plaisir de faire votre connaissance, I'm Jeanne-Marie and you are?"