2010-02-01: Goof and Consequences

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Summary: A student busted for breaking curfew. Rob is invisible but Dallas is transparent.

Date: February 01, 2010.

Log Title Goof and Consequences

Rating: PG.


Xavier Mansion - Front Gates

Large Iron gates standing twelve feet tall in front of you with an elaborate letter X designed on each of the gates. An Iron Gate stretches around both sides of the school. The gates are usually found closed and open to those who know the correct code to enter in the keypad on the left. Beyond the gates a large statue can be seen in a courtyard and a building in the shape of an X.


Thanks to the spotty transportation out of the city, Dallas is more than an hour past curfew by the time he gets back to the mansion. Those long hours of running through the woods and in the Danger Room serve him well as he bounds and leaps and sprints, his shadow's enhancements let him both quickly and helping him blend into the night. At the wall blocking the school off from the road, Dallas merely runs towards it and leaps more than ten feet straight up, planting a hand stand at the top and holding there, inverted and giggling, just because he can and he feels like it. After a second, he shifts and flips end over end, landing neatly on his feet inside the grounds. He turns and gives the imaginary crowd a theatrical bow and starts to head for his dorm.

There's the sound of a clearing throat not too far from Dallas. Standing not too far away is what just seems to be clothes without anyone inside them. It's Rob and his irritated expression can't be seen right now. He'd volunteered to check around the grounds for stragglers since the students all had to be inside by now. He had been all set to head inside for the night himself when Dallas made himself known. "Out for a late night stroll, Mr. Gibson?”

Dallas winces at the sound of the clearing throat and he half turns towards the noise, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. Ok, yea. Clothes. No wearer. No, invisible wearer. Whom he's 'seen' around campus. Crap. He drops his shadow and blushes faintly. "Ah … yes? No?" He seems to be looking for a good excuse and failing.

Rob sighs and walks over slowly. "Don't bother trying for excuses," he says. "I saw you vault over the wall," the invisible man remarks. "What were you doing off campus during lockdown and past curfew?"

Dallas sighs. "Ah, getting back home and trying to avoid getting caught?" There doesn't seem to be much point in lying at this point. He stands up and straightens up his t-shirt, which was a little rucked up from the acrobatics and straights out the loose, unbuttoned oxford shirt he's wearing over it. He looks towards the invisible instructor and adds, "I, um, got back okay so we don't need to worry about this stuff?"

Rob gives a little laugh. "Nice try, Dallas but you're not off the hook," he says, now standing in front of Dallas. "Where were you?"

Dallas folds his arms across his chest and says, "Am I going to be in less trouble if I tell you?" His tone is wry and his expression halfway between amused and resigned to getting in trouble. Actually, for a guy who is about to get major detention, he's … bubbly. Cheerful even. "Or will you just be happy if I tell you that I didn't take any chances …with the demons… and generally stayed out of trouble." That pause is punctuated by a faint, self-satisfied grin.

Rob chuckles a little and leans in close. "I know you can't see my face right now but if you could see my expression, you would know the smile isn't helping your case any," he says simply. "It will factor in to what your punishment is, yeah," he replies. "As will whether or not you were out fighting demons."

Dallas sighs and says, "Visiting a friend. And no, I avoided the demons. Wasn't that hard. They're running around randomly it looks like. Not like la…. you'd think they would." He finishes that off lamely. He pauses and asks, hopefully, "Are we /really/ sure that really need to get all official about this?"

Rob arches an unseen eyebrow. "Not like last time?" he guesses. The eyes narrow and Rob looks Dallas over. "And what friend is this you were visiting?" he asks. "I'm still considering it."

Dallas sighs and says, "Actually, it was more like visiting a doctor? Dr. Williams. Wyatt." He pauses and says, "Really, you /could/ consider being late an unavoidable danger. I mean, you know, doctors and stuff." He sounds hopefully at that. "And, ah, wow. Really, that's kind of personal stuff."

Rob tenses up. "Wyatt?" he asks. "How do -you- know him?" he asks, sounding less angry now. He's surprised and concerned now. "And why were you seeing him?"

Dallas blinks and echoes, "How do you know..?" He breaks off and says, "Ah, you know, we met through Internet stuff." That's always sufficiently vague to throw off his parents, he figures it will work with most adults. "And, um… Wow. Can't a person go visit a friend without getting the third degree? Do I need a lawyer or something?"

Rob's eyes narrow. "I know him because he was involved in an incident where I and several students were kidnappd and subjected to experimentation by some very dangerous people, Dallas," he says, quite serious. "You met him on the internet?" he asks, not buying it. "I know what kind of doctor he is and know he isn't the socializing type, Dallas. I've been seeing him for help with my condition. Now why are you going to see him?"

Dallas smirks and says, "I bet he's more social than you think. And he kicks some ass when he has to." He pauses and says, "And I really did meet him on the Internet. Emails. Back and forth." He pauses at that part about 'condition' and a couple of things that Wyatt said hit him and he says, "Ah. Oh." He rolls his eyes and mutters, "My luck /sucks/." And then he shrugs and says, "We were talking about stuff." His jaw sets pugnaciously. He probably doesn't realize that particular expression, combined with his stature and tossed hair, makes him look about twelve. And a surly, misbehaving twelve at that. "And that's about it."

Rob arches an eyebrow again. "I was working on fixing his social issues, yeah," he says. "And I am aware of his combat ability," he says, arms crossing. "What -stuff-?" he asks. He is amused by Dallas' expression though.

Dallas sighs and says, "Stuff I'd really rather not talk about? Personal stuff?" And then a quick change of topic as he adds, "And yea, dude /needs/ to see a movie or something. After the demon thing is over, I'm going to take him to a ball game or something. Get him out."

Rob makes an annoyed little noise. "Personal stuff? I know what the man's work is. If you're subjecting yourself to any of it, it's a matter I will have to bring up with Mr. Summers and your Squad advisor," he says simply. "I'm planning to take him out as well. Movie…something to eat…" he trails off.

Dallas nods and says, "Good. He could use all the friends he can get, I think. He seems …lonely." And then a quiet, "I haven't taken anything of Wyatt's, if that's what you mean. And I can honestly say he hasn't done any 'work' with me." Yet. It's not a lie just this minute. "And if you tell Mr. Summers and Mr. Guthrie, chances are they aren't going to let me hang around with him. And that would kind of suck."

Rob nods. "Yes. He did," he says. "And you shouldn't," he says firmly. He's thoughtful for a long while, just staring at Dallas. "And he actually is your friend and not just someone you want to do work with?"

Dallas grins and nods, "Yea, he really is. I mean, he's kind of a dork but he's a, um, likable dork. And fun. And interesting. And he doesn't talk down to me even though he's a lot smarter than I am. And like I said, he can fight. And enjoys it. And …." He stops himself, blushing faintly and waves away the question. "Yea, we're friends. Even if he doesn't let me call him Doc."

Rob eyes Dallas curiously. "And?" he asks. He's slightly irked at the possibility he'd be competing with a student for that particular goal but doesn't say anything about it. "Alright then," he says. "I won't tell Scott or Sam…yet," he says. "But the next time you intend to visit him. I am coming with you and we are going to have a long discussion about making sure you are not involved in his work," he says simply. "Now on to the matter of your violating curfew and the lockdown…"

Dallas shakes his head at the questioning 'and'. He sighs at the idea that Rob will be with him the next time but he seems hoist. He nods, reluctantly and says, "Yea." He winces at the mention of violating the rules and says, hopefully, "Ah, we're going to give me a strict warning and take my word that I'll try not to do it again?" He gives Rob what he hopes is a winning and charming smile at that question. You never know. It might work.

Rob smirks. "Not a chance, kiddo," he says. "This I will be talking to Mr. Summers about," he says. "I'm guessing you'll be getting detention and cleaning detail," he informs the student.

Dallas sighs and nods. Could be worse. "Right, right." He arches an eyebrow at Rob, that smile fading away as he contemplates a month or two of something unpleasant and then he asks, "Do you mind if I head back to the dorm now? I need a shower and to get some sleep. Though I guess I can skip working out in the morning and just wake up before classes." That musing tone is so natural and normal but anybody who knows Dallas's habits will know that it's like he just suggested growing wings or jumping to the moon.

Rob nods. "I'll walk you back to the dorms," he says simply.

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