[ hmmm Raven's a tiiiny but skeptical, but she's already heading for the lift, riding up to the 5th floor with the promise of ice cream keeping her from letting said skepticism stop her from meeting him. if anything, the uncertainty is why she's smiling when she knocks on his door. ]
[He doesn't bother to reply to that last text, and instead he finishes off the second sundae, grabbing a couple of spoons and heading off back to his room. He still isn't entirely comfortable with sharing the number with others. But this is his first attempt at trying to reach out, so being on familiar grounds helps.
The door slides open smoothly once she arrives, Wesley leaning against the edge of the frame with an amused, if a little forced, look on his face.]
[ with a blink she's smiling again, and she even lifts into the balls of her feet for a moment before stepping past him into the room. it doesn't feel like a big deal to her, not really, his room looks the same as hers in almost every way, and she's not exactly secretive herself. but she does know that he's different when it comes to privacy or whatever it is that keeps him so guarded all the time, so she doesn't let herself look around or anything, instead just moving to sit in the chair near one of the sundaes, reaching for it with no hesitation at all. ]
Mm, sho. [ nomnom. cherry first? don'tmindifshedoes. ] -should I ask again what the occasion is, or would that be biting the hand that feeds or.. whatever that saying is?
[He gives a half-hearted shrug, following after Raven to drop into a seat of his own. While she may be comfortable enough with the situation, he isn't. But he still manages to try his best to keep that as hidden as possible. Talking is easier when they're not both on alert.
A spoonful of ice cream and please ignore him as he starts playing with his food. Chocolate sauce dribbles well when warm.]
[ Raven can kinda tell he's nervous, or at least that something's a little off, like his eyes are wider or maybe his shoulders look tense. she can't pinpoint it, but it's.. something. still, she won't bring it up, instead just focusing on her ice cream while she watches him fuss with his for a moment. ]
I suppose! Not like anything's been going on. Besides that stupid list. [ a pointed jab at her ice cream because damn that list. ] Nobody knows anything, still. It's frustrating. But it also means that it... could just mean nothing at all. Just some random person trying to stir the pot. As for me, personally? I'm fine. Worried about my friends doing something crazy, but fine.
[Ah. That list. He'd known to expect that it would be bothering her, courtesy of a certain few other names held on it. Doubly so, perhaps, given the reaction of a different mutant here. So while Wesley may have a few concerns of his own, they're nothing he can't ignore. Why bother worrying about people you never gave a shit about before?]
We talking Scientology crazy, or Running Man? [A stir of his ice cream and,] And are we talking you having to play backup here, or mediator?
[Oh, and sorry Raven. He's just going to ignore that question. Priorities!]
It depends. [ just sending a browquirk his way at the fact that he's completely ignored her question, but she doesn't mind explaining herself either, so. ]
I don't want to have to be somebody's backup, but I'll be there if it comes to it. To be honest, I was riding the Do Something Crazy train at first. The idea of something happening to one of them, it just-- I don't think I've ever wanted to fight so bad. Like find someone to blame and physically make them turn and run and never look back. [ her spoon clinks against the edge of her bowl, and that's enough to get her to cool off, sighing and slouching a little in her chair. ] I don't think I'd be a very good mediator. I get hot just as quickly as anybody else. That's what Charles is for, he's always the one to calm me down.
But this, this is- that anonymous texter? It keeps talking about watching us and seeing everything, it's unnerving. [ nnnnom ] Eventually it'll have to slip up though, and we'll be on it when it does.
Don't think you'd be on your own there. [It's a muttered reply to the idea of getting back at the one who's responsible for bringing them all there. While he may not be in any kind of a rush to go back to Chicago, he doesn't like the idea of his life being decided for him. He didn't keep fighting all that time just to give it all back up again. And that's exactly what whatever it is that brought them there seems to think.]
You ever considered that the guy could be just bullshitting us? He could just be a guy with too much time on their hands, and stuck on a ship full of gullible people.
Course I have. It's what I thought at first, definitely. Anyone can strip their name from the transmissions, right? But, apparently this one's different. Untraceable, like there's no record of them being on the ship. That's what I've been hearing, anyway, I don't know how to even... look into something like that.
[ she shrugs a shoulder, scooping up another large spoonful of ice cream for herself.]
Some of the people here are used to planet hopping. Who's to say some guy didn't turn up during the first jump and manage to hide himself away before anyone could find him? [He nods toward her arm and the number he knows sits on it.] Or who says that the numbers don't start at triple zero?
[While he's taken a look in to it himself, he knows his skills are nowhere near advanced enough to be able to find out exactly what's happening.]
Not like we can really do anything about it till he makes the next move.
[Instead, he just frowns a little, his gaze dropping back to his sundae again after a few moments, and a fresh spoonful being scooped out but not eaten.]
True. [ hm. let her think that over with a mouthful of ice cream. ] I don't think anyone has control over if or when they show up here, though. I mean, everything's broken on the ship, it's why we're stuck. I'm sure one of the techy-sciencey people would have noticed if someone got it working? I guess?
[ reaching for straws, she doesn't know. she likes to assume the people here are better than that, that if there was a way out it would be common knowledge by now. but who knows? ]
Unless the guys who'd know want us all to stay here. [A shrug and,] Maybe smiley is in on it too. Could be waiting to start collecting us all like some fucked up version of Pokemon.
[He puts his spoon down with that, letting it click loudly with the side of the glass, and he instead leans back in his seat in an attempt to hide his discomfort.]
So what do you actually do here? Cause you're not security, and I doubt you'd fit in with those other groups.
Some shitty Japanese cartoon you're better off not knowing about. [Because if he ever teaches Pop Culture 101, Pokemon definitely won't be part of the course.]
That's enough to get you by? You're not bored as fuck?
I get bored sometimes, but it's no different than home? Only now I don't have to deal with creeps at the diner. Just have the social life, here. It's not a terrible gig. [ headtilt ] Why?
[His attention seemingly drifts then as he turns his attention to his room, tracing patterns in the walls, and back down to his sundae again. It's the press of soft leather against his back that has him continuing though, still just as uncomfortable. But at least this is Raven. So far, she's been the one person who he hasn't had any trouble dropping his guard around. It's time to test the waters a little further.]
[ that... wasn't what she was expecting. her spoon slips a bit in her grip but she catches it without a spill, sans a drop of chocolate on her shirt, but it's not even real fabric so she doesn't take notice of it. at first she's just squinting at her sundae, then at him, then back down again. maybe she misheard him. no.
what? ]
I know he was torn away from his family when he was a boy, just because some guy wanted to use him for his abilities. That he's got a lot of anger he can't-- well, that he hadn't been able to rid himself of until he killed the man responsible. [ but that's not what he's talking about, she's sure. ] I know what he's capable of, yes.
[Every reaction is taken in, noted, and stored away to examine later. Obviously the idea itself isn't a shock. But he doesn't know if the story she's offering is the censored version or just the one that Erik himself gave her. The former is the one he's really hoping for though. It makes this entire conversation easier to deal with.]
So you know what he's done, but you're still sticking with him? [A careful pause.] It's not a mutant thing, is it?
What is this about, Wesley? [ she feels affronted, in a way, despite the fact that she's trying not to react so openly. it's impossible not to though, not when this feels too much like a lecture from her brother, too much like some backhanded question that's supposed to make her think and question herself. ]
You say mutant thing like there's anything else for me, for him. That's like... me asking if you caring about someone is real and thought-out, or just some human thing. [ her eyes squeeze shut, then her arms cross over her middle, shutting herself in. ] It's a trust thing. I know he'll always look out for me, and I owe him that much in return.
[There's a long pause, a shift in his seat, and he's finally back to openly watching Raven again. He hadn't really thought much about just how Raven would react to the conversation ahead of time. Instead, he'd been focused on the outcome; on whether or not she'd run once she knew the truth. But now, it's getting that much harder to believe she'll give him the time to explain. Not when she's already so on edge.]
Whatever you're thinking, it's not that. All I want to know is whether you'd still trust him if neither of you were mutants. Could you trust a killer?
Yea-- I. Yeah? Because that's not all he is. [ she's a little too focused now, thinking it's still about her and Erik. and she doesn't understand why it matters to him, why he cares. ]
If he treated me the same, if things played out the way they did at home and we... weren't mutants, if it were about something else, then yes I would still trust him. He's not just a killer, that's not all there is to him.
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Open up! I want my sundae.
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The door slides open smoothly once she arrives, Wesley leaning against the edge of the frame with an amused, if a little forced, look on his face.]
Never said it was for you.
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You tricked me?
[ cave under the wibbleface, Wesley. cave. caaave. ]
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Don't think I can manage both of them anyway.
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[ with a blink she's smiling again, and she even lifts into the balls of her feet for a moment before stepping past him into the room. it doesn't feel like a big deal to her, not really, his room looks the same as hers in almost every way, and she's not exactly secretive herself. but she does know that he's different when it comes to privacy or whatever it is that keeps him so guarded all the time, so she doesn't let herself look around or anything, instead just moving to sit in the chair near one of the sundaes, reaching for it with no hesitation at all. ]
Mm, sho. [ nomnom. cherry first? don'tmindifshedoes. ] -should I ask again what the occasion is, or would that be biting the hand that feeds or.. whatever that saying is?
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[He gives a half-hearted shrug, following after Raven to drop into a seat of his own. While she may be comfortable enough with the situation, he isn't. But he still manages to try his best to keep that as hidden as possible. Talking is easier when they're not both on alert.
A spoonful of ice cream and please ignore him as he starts playing with his food. Chocolate sauce dribbles well when warm.]
So...you been doing okay?
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I suppose! Not like anything's been going on. Besides that stupid list. [ a pointed jab at her ice cream because damn that list. ] Nobody knows anything, still. It's frustrating. But it also means that it... could just mean nothing at all. Just some random person trying to stir the pot. As for me, personally? I'm fine. Worried about my friends doing something crazy, but fine.
How're you?
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We talking Scientology crazy, or Running Man? [A stir of his ice cream and,] And are we talking you having to play backup here, or mediator?
[Oh, and sorry Raven. He's just going to ignore that question. Priorities!]
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I don't want to have to be somebody's backup, but I'll be there if it comes to it. To be honest, I was riding the Do Something Crazy train at first. The idea of something happening to one of them, it just-- I don't think I've ever wanted to fight so bad. Like find someone to blame and physically make them turn and run and never look back. [ her spoon clinks against the edge of her bowl, and that's enough to get her to cool off, sighing and slouching a little in her chair. ] I don't think I'd be a very good mediator. I get hot just as quickly as anybody else. That's what Charles is for, he's always the one to calm me down.
But this, this is- that anonymous texter? It keeps talking about watching us and seeing everything, it's unnerving. [ nnnnom ] Eventually it'll have to slip up though, and we'll be on it when it does.
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You ever considered that the guy could be just bullshitting us? He could just be a guy with too much time on their hands, and stuck on a ship full of gullible people.
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[ she shrugs a shoulder, scooping up another large spoonful of ice cream for herself.]
So. How are you?
[ she'll keep asking..... ]
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[While he's taken a look in to it himself, he knows his skills are nowhere near advanced enough to be able to find out exactly what's happening.]
Not like we can really do anything about it till he makes the next move.
[Instead, he just frowns a little, his gaze dropping back to his sundae again after a few moments, and a fresh spoonful being scooped out but not eaten.]
So, hey, question.
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[ reaching for straws, she doesn't know. she likes to assume the people here are better than that, that if there was a way out it would be common knowledge by now. but who knows? ]
Sure, what's up?
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[He puts his spoon down with that, letting it click loudly with the side of the glass, and he instead leans back in his seat in an attempt to hide his discomfort.]
So what do you actually do here? Cause you're not security, and I doubt you'd fit in with those other groups.
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I don't... do anything. I just know everyone. [ grin ] You don't have to be part of the crew if that's not your thing.
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That's enough to get you by? You're not bored as fuck?
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I get bored sometimes, but it's no different than home? Only now I don't have to deal with creeps at the diner. Just have the social life, here. It's not a terrible gig. [ headtilt ] Why?
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[His attention seemingly drifts then as he turns his attention to his room, tracing patterns in the walls, and back down to his sundae again. It's the press of soft leather against his back that has him continuing though, still just as uncomfortable. But at least this is Raven. So far, she's been the one person who he hasn't had any trouble dropping his guard around. It's time to test the waters a little further.]
You know Lehnsherr's a killer, right?
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what? ]
I know he was torn away from his family when he was a boy, just because some guy wanted to use him for his abilities. That he's got a lot of anger he can't-- well, that he hadn't been able to rid himself of until he killed the man responsible. [ but that's not what he's talking about, she's sure. ] I know what he's capable of, yes.
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So you know what he's done, but you're still sticking with him? [A careful pause.] It's not a mutant thing, is it?
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You say mutant thing like there's anything else for me, for him. That's like... me asking if you caring about someone is real and thought-out, or just some human thing. [ her eyes squeeze shut, then her arms cross over her middle, shutting herself in. ] It's a trust thing. I know he'll always look out for me, and I owe him that much in return.
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Whatever you're thinking, it's not that. All I want to know is whether you'd still trust him if neither of you were mutants. Could you trust a killer?
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If he treated me the same, if things played out the way they did at home and we... weren't mutants, if it were about something else, then yes I would still trust him. He's not just a killer, that's not all there is to him.
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