INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

Comments

[ex_outofcontrol435]

I dunno yet. [So much for that. But a poor kid turned street kid is going to have some problems suddenly shifting gears into a world where opportunity is actually something that can be considered.] There's people advocating for mutants, like the X-Men, but they're doing it all wrong. Like they can nice humans into giving us an equal spot in the world. They've got both sides of that wrong.

[broil]

[and maybe Petre agrees, but - maybe he just doesn't really care after all. He does care about listening to John right now, though, because he's going somewhere. Maybe.]

Go on.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Diplomacy's not gonna do it.

[He smiles coldly, arrogantly.]

And we're not just equal. We're far from equal.

[broil]

Wow, you really haven't learned a thing since you got here.

[that's all they're preaching all the time, like they want to brainwash every single last student into holding hands and singing We are the world.]

I'm impressed.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Nothing here worth learning. [He shrugs, trying to look casual, but he's on a roll now. There are so few people who will listen to this side of him.]

We don't need talk, we need power. They've got the government. They've got the police. They've got the army. What do we have? Fucking ambassadors, who lick so much ass that they can't spew anything but other peoples' shit anymore, and biologists who just keep saying the same thing over and over again like it'll stop pissing humans off. That's why they hate us, because we're superior.

[He narrows his eyes up at the ceiling.]

I'm seventeen. I can't do anything now. But I know I'm not the only one who gets it and wants to see real action.

[broil]

[Oh, he likes this. He likes where it's going, a lot. Keep talking, Johnny.]

What would you do?

[He leans in, makes sure no one's listening but him. This is a private conversation, and he wants those words all to himself.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

We could work it from the inside, slow takeover, but that's boring. There's an easy, quick way.

[And he's grinning again, manic and almost childishly gleeful.]

I want a revolution.

[broil]

[He turns to the side, now, closes his hand into a fist and leans his temple against it.]

And you'd be the one leading it?

[He's smiling, but he shouldn't be mocking John. Not openly, at least, because revolutions scream chaos and he's all about that shit.

Hell, he'd even follow him into one if it proved to be fun enough.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[He should've known this was leading up to a punchline. Asshole. He's reading that smile, that posture, as completely mocking, and his own face hardens into a smooth mask of indifference.]

Yeah, I'll lead it. And you'll be the first one against the wall.

[Sharing time's over. He's tuned back into the TV.]

[broil]

[as distracted as John is, Petre takes the shot and brushes a finger under his chin.]

Promise?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Damnit, he can't help it - he jerks his face away immediately, just like he jerked his hand away. That's never going to stop if he keeps reacting so strongly, but he really cannot stop himself.]

Why d'you feel the need to do that shit? [Bored again. Lazy. Ignore that it freaked him out for a second.]

[broil]

I don't feel any need, Johnny, you just make it really easy. How am I supposed to resist?

[smiles sweetly.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You just warp everything I say. Anyone else would've thought firing squad.

[That smile always elicits the same reaction. Clenched teeth, jaw rigid and stiff, trying to keep from grinding them to powder. Even for the most deeply cynical person, like him, it'd be so easy to believe in; this guy's a fucking illusionist, even without the necessary telepathy, and he needs to stay away.]

John. [He's determined it'll be the last thing he says in this conversation, and he knows that just means that Petre will pick the perfect thing to drag him back into it again.]

[broil]

Well, I'm not just anyone, am I.

[is he, John? Don't break his heart.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

No. You're not. [Flatly.] You are actually the most obnoxious asshole on the face of the planet. I don't even need to meet any other obnoxious assholes to know.

Want a crown?

[broil]

[you are my sunshine my only sunshine]

It's only because I like you so much, Johnny.

[... and it's true, to an extent. If he didn't care about John, he just wouldn't exist.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

And I know that one's bullshit, so don't even bother. You just like pissing me off. But you're gonna get boring, and we're both gonna get bored, and praise the day when that happens because you'll finally leave me alone.

[Damnit, why does he actually want this fucked up mess to work as a friendship sometimes? He's still somewhat invested in his own way, which is probably obvious by the fact that he hasn't just gotten up and left. The truth is that enjoyment of pissing him off is actually the best attention he gets around here, compared to either condescending disappointment or self-righteous indignance.]

[broil]

I'm never boring, [hah!] And I hope you never are, either. Who would I talk to when I'm skipping class? It'd be a tragic life without you in it, Johnny.

[he knits his brows, brings a hand to his own chest.]

Johnny, don't leave me.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's all a show, but he plays along for now, eyebrows going up haughtily.]

Don't turn me in. Ever again. Then I'll consider it.

[broil]

[Woops. too late, John, he and Meadow already got something cooking up.]

Then don't make it so easy for me.

[It's all on you, obviously.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Like I could ever make it hard for you to screw someone over.

[Petre loves it, lives for it, he's figured that much out. Takes one to know one. The only difference is that John makes the trouble while Petre benefits from it, and there's no such thing as enough stealth to get past him.]

Guess it's no deal, then.

[broil]

Guess I'll just have to follow you around like a puppy, then.

[he's just as cute as one, isn't he? Yes.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

... that is really, really pathetic. Can't you make actual friends?

[Look. Who's. Talking.]

[broil]

Of course I can. It's the challenge of getting to you that I'm into.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You existing works pretty well so far, so don't strain yourself so hard.