2011-04-17: Counselor's Appointment

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Summary: Shane attends a session with Jericho

Date: April 17, 2011

Log Title: Counselor's Appointment

Rating: PG-13


Xavier Manion — Classroom One

The classroom is set up for a variety of different classes to be held here at different times. The standard desks sit in rows, with a teachers desk in front and a white board in the front of the class. No particular teacher has a set classroom; they rotate the classrooms as classes are necessary.


Mid-evening on a Sunday, and Shane makes her exceedingly unhappy way into the classroom. Counselors, it would seem, not high on her list of favorite activities, but it doesn't surprise her that the call to see Jericho would come down now; she tried to throw away her costumes, the attempt was probably caught on camera, and now there's no helping it. Thus, with a sour grimace and ratty jeans and hoodie, she slouches in, nudging the door closed behind her with a foot, peering through neon-red hair at the teacher. "…Alright, I'm here."

Sitting behind the desk, Jeri looks up. There's a pair of glasses on the desk, but they look like they haven't been used in a while. Perhaps even starting to gain a little dust. "Shane." He offers with a smile. "Have a seat. What's up?" He asks, just trying to be his usual self as he closes a file that was in his hands. In his line of work, he's always busy if he's on campus. His only downtime comes when he's at home. He moves out from around the desk to have a seat out there as well. "What can I help you with?"

Shane lifts a shoulder, leaning against the wall. "…You tell me," she grunts, her entire posture screaming distrust and unhelpfulness. "Wasn't *my* idea to see you."

There's a mild laugh from Jericho as he shakes his head. "Well then, I guess that might be part of it." He says as he shrugs. "Just have a seat. I promise. I'm not gonna bite your head off or do anything you don't like. Ask the students who actually talk to me. I'm really a nice guy. A lot like my husband." He says with a shrug. He opens a mini-fridge he keeps inthe room. "Soda? Juice?" He asks as he pulls out a small bottle of cranberry juice that he's got in there.

"No thanks," Shane mumbles, looking away. "….Not thirsty." She lapses into silence for a moment, eyes falling to the ground. "…So what'm I gonna be talking about, I guess?"

"I don't know. Talk about what you want. I mean, myself, I'm curious as to why you seem so angry and distrustful of a man that you've not even gotten to know. Someone who's never wronged you and has helped many people." Jericho says with a shrug as he takes a sip of his juice and raises an eyebrow. "You seem pissed off that you're in here. Don't know why. I'm a nice guy."

"Easy," Shane murmurs, shoulders tensing. "You just said you're gonna help me, right? That's great. That's wonderful. Thanks for, y'know, asking me if I *needed* help. Wanted it, even. Cos hey, guess I already said okay, since here we are."

"In loco parentis. At this school, the administration determines if you need help. Your anger is a call for it. But see? You just jump into anger mode for no reason." Jeri smiles. "If you don't want to talk about that, then what DO you want to talk about? What's bothering you? We'll get to other things in time." He offers. He's easy going, after all.

"I *don't,*" Shane replies, with a resigned shake of her head. "I don't *want* to talk about my problems. I've handled 'em just fine this long, don't see the point in changing that now." She draws in a deep breath, letting it out through her nose. "…But since that's not on the menu, you tell me."

"You seem to handle it by turning it into misdirected anger, which will bottle up inside you and… pardon the expression… but cause you to explode someday." Jericho says with a chuckle. "Trust me. It's not pretty. And I'm not talking about your mutation. I'm talking about losing everything. What do you have to lose from talking? Nothing. What do you have to gain? Everything…"

"You make it sound like I've got anything to lose," Shame says, not once having met Jericho's eyes all this time. "So how'd I be missing out anyway? Can't lose what you don't have, right?"

"Maybe not. But you can gain everything you don't have. In some form or fashion." Jeri says. "Holding back only hurts yourself and others. Opening up may hurt, but it opens to a lot of good things too."

Shane shakes her head. "Tried that. Didn't work. No reason to bother now. Nobody wants to hear my problems, so it's fine. I don't wanna talk about 'em. Everybody wins."

"I want to hear them." Jericho says honestly. "That's what I do. I help people. And I want to help you, Shane. You don't seem to want it, but then again, that's your choice. You can burn out and lose yourself, or you can play along and at least try."

"I'm *already* burned out, If you haven't noticed." And now she looks up, showing dark rings under her eyes. "Look. Nobody said boo to me, until I chucked my costumes. I'm not stupid, y'know. So, fine. I chuckled 'em 'cos there wasn't any point in it. I'd just ruin them eventually, right?"

"Ruin your costume? Howso?" Jericho asks, tilting his head. "You know, we can get you costumes that you can't destroy. Unstable Molecules are available to any of us who actually NEED them. I can make sure you get them." Jeri offers, raising an eyebrow.

Shane scrubs a hand over her face, blowing out a sigh. "No, *costumes,* not that team uniform stuff. Like for conventions. The stuff I've been wearing all this time? Y'know, stuff made out of cotton and poly and suede and lots of other things that can't hande my powers and leave me *naked* if I get caught needing to get away from something?"

"OH! I'm sorry, I misuderstood." Jeri says shaking his head. "Hmm. Well, that can be arranged too, it's just more expensive and it would be a little bit limited. I don't know what your family history is like, or what you've been through before here, but there are options." Jericho says, shaking his head. "Sorry about that misunderstanding. Now I feel like an ass."

Shane grunts, nose wrinkling. "Yeah, well. Stuff's way too expensive anyway, and 's probably a pain in the ass to work. Just… figure it's less hassle to just give up, find something else. Tired of ruining stuff I like and having to replace it. Don't even have my headphones anymore."

"Hmm. Perhaps… You like costuming huh? You know, the city has a superpowered costumer that has access to Unstable Molecule materials. Maybe we could set up some sort of internship with him, if you'd like. I'll bet he'd be glad to have help from someone else with talent. I've nevermet the guy, but I can pull some strings, or get others to." Jeri says, considering things. "Headphones, we can figure that out. Trust me. I have to get my furniture specially made. If I'm not paying attention…" He picks up a pencil from his desk and squeezes his hand. Opening it, it's powdered.

Shane closes her eyes for a second, letting out a breath. "…Look. You're trying real hard. I get that. And it's nice. But you're not *listening,* are you? When did I say I wanted a job or that molecule stuff or anything *like* that? Christ, you *are* a counselor," she growls, turning away and pacing the length of the room. "You think you can just flip a switch and magically make everything all sunshine and rainbows? Gonna hand me off to some other guy and look! It's all better! Problem solved! Break out the pizza and beer, bring in the next one!"

"Did I say that? No. You had costumes, I was offering a way to let you do that that you might enjoy. You seem to see the dark side of everyone. And when did I say I was passing you off? The only person other than myself with any chance of helping you would be Emma, and her style of helping is not as healthy as mine." Jericho coughs slightly. "Not that it does anything less, but I don't like it. And it's not necessarily a job. It's a hobby of yours. He has experience and can help you get better at something you enjoy already. But of course, you want to see it as all 'gloom, dark and doom'. I can understand that. I went through a bout of thaqt after being a genoshan slave."

Shane pauses, clenching her fists for a moment. "…I just said I was *giving up* on that, didn't I? Sure I enjoy it, but what's the point? It's a hobby. It's for me. But I can't do it anymore. So…" She shrugs. "Whatever. And if you *know* why I'm like this, then why are you even surprised?"

"Why give up something you enjoy? It's good to have hobbies, especially constructive, creative hobbies. I'm a musician. And it was hell on my violins for a long time having massive strength. Why can't you do it? Because you explode? Bah. That doesn't mean anything at all." Jeri says with a shrug. "And since you brought it up… what DO you want to do?"

"I can't do it 'cause I'm tired of wrecking things I care about," Shane says, sagging against the wall. "I don't know, okay? Never bothered to think that far. Didn't see the point. Was waiting to make sure I'd *survive* school, first."

"Well, you may not wreck things there. Especially if you work on designing things that are made of the right material." Jericho explains. "That's what I was trying to tell you." He says with a shrug. "Well, if you don't know, then why get so angry when I make suggestions you may actually like?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. He takes a sip of his juice as he thinks. "We've only had one death here in a few years. And that was… an exception. Generally, everyone survives."

"*That's* comforting," Shane grumbles. "I'm getting mad 'cause I don't trust people who have all the answers, okay? Never have. Everyone knows what's best and doesn't ever listen and just rolls right over me. I never *asked* anyone to turn my school into the fucking Civil War. I never *asked* to come here. I never *asked* to be a mutant in the *first* place! Why the hell *should* I trust anything I don't have time to say no to before it's done, huh?"

"Ah hell, Shane. I don't have all the answers. I just try to help. I would listen, but you won't talk to me. So, who does the blame lie on for that?" Jeri asks, tilting his head. "Nobody asks to be a mutant. We just become what we are and make the best of it. You were brought here because there's no place better to help you. There aren't exactly mutant education programs in all schools. So we make the best of it here. What do you want? Take some time to think on it, and we can talk later if you don't feel up to it now." He offers. "I'm available any time you want. If you don't trust me, feel free to talk to some of the others around here. Some of them will vouch for me. Some haven't talked to me much. I promise, I'll try to help as best I can, when you want me to. I can't help if you don't want it. But I want to. Depression and anger can hurt… and can kill. We don't want that."

"…Fine," Shane says after a moment. The girl looks tired, upset, unhappy, and is clearly more than willing to table it for the moment. "Just read the file, okay? I know you have one. You have *way* too much blocked not to. Maybe you'll get it later."

"I don't read files when I can find things out from the person. Other people's files aren't always accurate. After all, I got the wrong kind of costumes mentioned, didn't I?" He grins. "We'll talk later, ok?"

"Guess we will," Shane mutters, turning toward the door. "Later."

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