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Summary: Lucas and Quill meet for the first time, Lucas tries to get under Max's quills.
Date: August 10, 2010
Log Title: Chipper And Grumpy
Rating: PG-13
Xavier Mansion - Recreation Room
What was once the Parlor has been turned into a Recreation Room for the students. A nice plush carpet meets the light blue walls giving it a homey feel. A pool table at one end, a foos ball table at the other, and entertainment center with video game systems, movies, and of course, cable TV. Big comfy chairs and couches surround a coffee table for comfortable loafing. Long glass windows with a pair of French doors line one side of the room bringing in plenty of light during the day. The main rule in here is to clean up after yourself.
Lucas is sitting on the couch's back, his feet on the seat cushions. He's wearing a pair of flannel sleepy pants and a wifebeater. He's watching a rerun of Family Guy as he restrings a guitar laying in his lap.
Walking into the room humming a jaunty little tune to himself, it sounds like 'You are a Pirate' from Lazytown. Seeing what's on the television, Quill grins. "Coooool, Family Guy. I love this show. This episode is great, I love the part when Stewie starts singing Phil Collins while stuck in the Television." He flops on one of the chairs and the porcupine kid waves at Lucas. "Hey! What's up man?"
Lucas furrows his brow a bit at the newbie. "What's with the bubbliness, Chipper?" he asks, dryly. "Too much sugar at lunchtime from mommy?"
"What's with the grumpiness, too much lemon from daddy?" Quill asks back raising a fuzzy brow at Lucas. "Chipper…that sounds like a chipmunk name or something. I'm a porcupine, so it's Quill. Or Max, I answer to both."
Lucas sighs, rolling his eyes, "Whatever." He begins to wind the guitar string into place. "You stuck like that, or you able to shift?" He glances quickly between the guitar and Quill as he asks.
Quill looks at himself. "Stuck like what? I'm not stuck like anything, this is me. It's my power, the awesome power of pointy! Or Pokey or Stabby, take your pick. Or you can choose the mystery box!" He then leans forward and offers a fuzzy hand to Lucas. "I'm Max by the way, and no I'm not new here like so many people seem to ask. I'm an old student whose back here and I train under Goofy Goggles…and hrm…what other butt sniffing questions to other students tend to ask?"
Lucas furrows his brow a bit more. There is no outreach of his gloved hand. He leaves Quill hanging there. "You're an odd one, Quill." He arches a brow, "Ah reckon James'll eat you soon enough." He looks back down at the guitar string, winding it tighter.
"I'm really not good eating you know that, have you ever tried to pick quills out of your teeth? Ugh, they get stuck in your gums and the roof of your mouth and just not enough fiber." Max says pulling his hand back not seeming bothered by it. "James is my roommate, he isn't so bad. I think he's mostly bark though. Oh…so..do you know anything about the other 'Max'. I need to….send him a message."
Lucas shakes his head, "Nope. Y'all are the only Max Ah know." He smiles, "But James DOES eat folk." He shrugs, "Does it hurt your brain to be so perky?"
Quill looks up, as if he's trying to look at his brain. His quills bristle so they all 'perk' up. "No…doesn't hurt, more like flexing a ton of muscles, but, no pain." He just lets things roll off of him, it's not worth it to get pissed or bothered by them. "Damn, well, I just hope he likes snow in Ju..August. So what about you Mr. Guitar, what are your amazing talents, besides being the half glass empty guy."
Lucas smirks, "Ah'm the T.A. for Professor Gilpatrick's music program. You can call me Mr. Heathe." He chuckles. This could be fun. "And Ah prefer to think of the glass as just broken."
"The T.A. so…you're the Tits and Ass? Is there something you're not telling me about yourself Mr. Heathe?" Yes that's Max for you, he doesn't have much respect for teachers as he just kinda talks without thinking. "So Mr. Heathe, and glass as just broken? That's when you get the superglue and put that sucker back together then use the remaining glue to stick it to the table and people will wonder, why can't I get this damn glass off the table."
Lucas scowls, "Teacher's Aid." He glares at the other kid, "Ah don't feel the need to explain my art to you, Warren."
Quill grins with a chuckle at the scowl. He looks down at the floor and frowns for a second. "Awww, no glued quarters. And stop calling me Warren my name isn't f'in Warren." He says with a chuckle. "So teachers aide, how did you end up getting that sweet gig? And for the music teacher does that mean you just kinda sit around and play music all day/
Lucas rolls his eyes a bit, beginning to string the next string into the guitar key. "Ah help him keep his records, teach music theory and music reading and composition, an' Ah help him grade tests. Ah also have to do guitar lessons an' we're still discussin' some other shit he wants." He looks back at Quill, "What are you in for?""
"Well I think I'm in for 3 to 4 years, maybe earlier with good behaviour but with what James and I talked about, I doubt good behaviour will happen." Quill says listens to all the music thought and files it under 'things that don't matter to me' as he's not a musician. "But I'm in for being a mutant, woe is me. I'm stuck in a school that's filled with hot chicks with super powers."
Lucas smirks, "Yeah, well, you should know, they all use their super powers to keep fellas like us outta their pants." He shakes his head, "It's like dry season in the Mojave around this fuckin' place."
"See, that's what I call aiming to high." Quill's a sixteen year old guy, sure he's a bit girl crazy but right now he'd just be happy with making out with a girl. He's a short kid covered in spiky bits, he doesn't have any delusions, also Max is a bit immature. "I think I'm gonna head to my dorm, I've got some….things I gotta do." Like tie door knobs together.
Lucas smirks, "Sure." He resumes the guitar work. "Tell Jim Ah said hi."
"Will do Mr. Heathe Candy Bar!" Quill says as he jumps up and waves. "Have a good night and enjoy watching Cutting Italians in Line." He comments on Lucas watching Family Guy as he heads out and back to the dorms.
Lucas furrows his brow, stands, and moves a chair over so that no one else can open the door. "Prick." Then he smirks, "Punny." He walks back over and resumes his restring.
