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❧ x-mansion tour [for carl]

After meeting up at the spot Kurt had shown Carl, he'd led them the entire way back to the mansion, chattering excitedly and gesturing with his hands in an almost wild manner. It couldn't be helped; he'd been utterly thrilled when his friend (that word worked, right?) had decided to come and visit his home and maybe meet some of the other mutants that lived there.

He hesitates at the door for a moment, a brief reminder of the somewhat tense situation with Erik floating through his thoughts, but he brushes it aside and pulls the door open. There was no reason to let on about any of that, for now. The blue boy glances over his shoulder, fangs gleaming in a vivacious grin. "I hope that you're ready for a decently long tour!"

With that, Kurt nudges the door the rest of the way open and holds it for the younger of them, doing his best to get his exhilaration under control. "The outside looks huge, but there's even more on the inside."

❧ spilling through the silence (day room)

[With everything that's been going on the past few weeks, Kurt's simply happy to settle himself in the room with a 'distraction' - an oversized blanket wrapped around his shoulders and his nose buried in a book.

It's fiction, something horror-esque and particularly bloody at the moment, if the way his brow is furrowed and his nose wrinkles up is any indication.

There are plenty of other things he could be reading, but for the moment, this is what he's decided on, regardless of the stomach-churning scene. He presses on, though, shifting just enough on the couch to reach out and grab for his nearby cup with the spade of his tail.

Do you dare disturb him?]

❧ escape out of my mind's own home (training)

[He's been here for hours; it's the only thing that seems to keep his mind occupied, aside from reading or actually leaving.

The pain in his hands and feet is practically numbing now, except for the occasional throb, reminding him that he should stop or take a break, but he doesn't. No, he continues with his onslaught of attacking the targets he's set up again and again, delivering swift punches and nimble kicks, his tail striking out every now and then like an attached weapon.

It's only when all of them are destroyed that Kurt takes a few steps back, examines the damage he's caused and collapses to his knees, falling flat onto his back soon after. He tries to catch his breath, chest heaving and sweat pouring down his face and neck, only to be absorbed by the spandex suit he's currently wearing.

Maybe, if he lies here, focuses on regaining his breath and calming the increased rate of his heart, the burning in his limbs and the turmoil in his mind will stop.]

[he doesn't just disturb Kurt, no; he comes up behind him, silent as a mouse to the distracted young teen, reads a line from the page he's on......

And squeezes his shoulder:]

LOOK OUT, ITS THE HOOK!

[Had he not been distracted, he might have heard Badou, but with the book practically against his face ...

Kurt lets out ~~the manliest~~ a shriek of surprise when a hand comes down on his shoulder, whipping his head around and getting ready to brandish the book like a weapon.]

... B-Badou!!

[he cracks the fuck up, full red in the cheeks and a tear in his eye]

Oh man, that was great! You almost jumped up your own ass, kid.

[The only reason Badou isn't getting a book chucked at his face is because Kurt respects the book more than that.

Huff.] How rude of you.

[No, his face isn't purple, either.]

[he's smirking too much, maybe throw it anyway?]

Yeah, yeah, you big baby. Don't you train these skills of yours to notice sneak attacks?

[Don't worry, the thought's still there. He might throw his tea mug instead.]

Ugh, [he scoffs, rolling his eyes and turning around to face Badou better.] So, perhaps I'm slacking somewhat, but isn't that only fair after settling into a new home?

[She's settled down somewhat in to life here, or as much as she could. A few items had been bought for her room. Some prints to cover the walls, some clothing to keep her skin covered, sometimes some little trinket that catches her attention. She doesn't know how long she's going to be here, but she's learned by now that life doesn't stop moving forward.

Yawning, Rogue has nothing planned for the day. Little jobs here and there have given her enough funds to do what she needs to do. It is a novel thing too, not running from people trying to harm them. Overall, she doesn't have anything to complain about. She has wandered down, debating getting a drink or a bite to eat, but on her way she does come across Kurt. It earns a slight laugh from her, just the image that he presents, although she does try to keep is quiet, not wanting to disturb him, but when that tail gets going, there is another soft chuckle.]

Handy. Or taily?

[The Danger Room certainly doesn't look as scary as the name makes it sound, but Wanda's still uneasy. She's always a little tense when it comes to sparring with an actual person. She can tone the energy blasts down, but there's always a bit of a risk that she might not tone it down enough. She doesn't actually want to send Logan flying across the room...or worse.]

Are you sure this is a good idea?

Nah, most people have a housewarming party and try to get as many household items as possible outta sucker guests.

[to the point as always]

Friends would be an accurate descriptor. They still of course had lots they probably didn't know about each other, but they shared the same view of helping people and turned rummaging through junk into a little bit of a treasure hunt, and that was subconsciously part of why he agrees to visit Kurt where he lived. He couldn't honestly say he wasn't curious to see more of what mutants supposedly were either.

Walking to where the x-mansion came into view, Carl's gait fell out of sync for a moment causing him to nearly stumble over but catch himself in time. Sure he saw the picture Kurt texted him, but the school was a real mansion. Not anything like what he thought one of the fancy expensive homes in Alexandria was like. This place made everything seem small. Carl was nothing sort of still amazed by the time he snapped out of his bewilderment at the front door.

"Yeah, you bet... I would be crazy not to want a tour." He says, still taking it all in. And did Kurt just say there was more? "How much more are we talking?" He steps through to the inside.

... oh. [Housewarming party wouldn't be a bad idea, though they've been here long enough, that it's probably too late for that.]

Is that what you did?

[The book - something horror and particularly gory, at the moment - is doing a great job of keeping him distracted; he's practically got the pages against his cheeks with how enthralled he is. Kurt lightly chews at his bottom lip, finally moving to lower the book so he can get a drink.

He brings the cup over to take a careful sip, being sure to not scald his mouth on the steaming tea. Licking the excess from his lips, the tail nimbly sets the mug down and withdraws back behind him, his head raising at the sound of a familiar voice.

Kurt turns to look at Rogue, snickering quietly then motioning toward the appendage behind him.] A little bit of both? I've been told it's sort of like having a third hand.

[he shakes his head]

Not exactly. A lot of it was lent to me and is never gonna be home sweet home again.

[He falls silent, briefly glancing at the book in his hand then turning back to Badou.]

I know it's not the same, but I hope you'll be happy here for the time being.

[he pauses, blinking at Kurt]

What's-- well all that matters is if Nill's alright. That's it.

Told by who?

[Which slips out before she has time to think about it. She isn't one to pry much in to the lives of others, accepting what the offer and hoping for the same in return. She hadn't known much about him before he had come to the institute, and he had left in the end.]

I mean, is that how you see it?

[Since it is his tail.]

Which is exactly why Kurt wanted to invite Carl over, to give them a chance to hang out and get to know each other better and to possibly help him get to know some of the other people that Kurt knows or has befriended on Thisavrou. There are a few that he's not sure about power-wise, but all of the other mutants he lives with are great people. (Many are on the fence about Erik, but he's giving him the benefit of the doubt.)

He pauses his movement of looking into the foyer, blinking lightly at Carl's slight misstep, then grinning once he regains his footing. The mansion is quite a sight to behold and he can't blame Carl for being surprised at the sheer size of the place. Oh, but just wait until they get inside and start exploring ...

"Well, there's a lot to see, but unfortunately, there are some things that I won't be able to show you without permission." Mostly the basement, although that shouldn't give them a lack of things to do.

Some people I know, others that I have met here.

[Nothing to worry about, really. Kurt knows that questions aren't uncommon and he's gotten quite used to answering them in stride. To be honest, he expects them now; he's an odd looking being, even on mutant standards and is aware of his peculiar appearance.]

Not exactly like a hand. It's more maneuverable and far more flexible. Oh, and I can reach things a little better, since it's longer than any arm I've seen.

[He returns the blink, looking down at his lap afterward.]

I'm sure Nill is fine. Your comfort also matters, ja?

Long as I got a place to sleep it's fine. Don't expect it to be too safe, being a school, but y'know.

Highly doubtful that anyone would kick you out. It's a school full of mutants - how unsafe do you really think it is?

You just said it here-- its a school. Those are some of the worst places to be.

That is true. There is definitely lots he can't believe he is seeing stepping into the foyer. There's pillars and he can't believe he counts five golden chandeliers in a single space. To be honest the place moves many ranks up from from huge mansion to mini-castle in his opinion.

Turning to Kurt, he feels himself enunciating. "You mean there's more to see than this? You live in a castle." Of course he know there has to more but just...saying.

Edited 2017-03-12 04:26 (UTC)

Erik is still in need of something to do. After his arrival here, he'd found himself rather aimless, spending most of his time in his room at the mansion, interspersed with occasional trips to the kitchen, trying (and usually failing) to find a time when he wouldn't run into anyone else there.

His recent efforts in the arena have calmed the anger and turmoil somewhat, at least as far as the telepaths can tell, but he's still as aimless as he was before. The difference is that now he adds a few more places into his ventures out of his room. He still frequents the kitchen, of course, but now he also heads to the day room (at night, when it's less busy, so does that make it a night room?) as well as to what passes for a library in this building.

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spilling through the shit

listen here u ass

<3!!

... <3

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(day room)

closed to Logan

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haha, clever girl~

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after the arena stuff | ota