Meeting Of The Mind


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Summary: Emma Frost has a Meeting with Nigel… and Wildcard

Date: February 1, 2012

Log Title: Meeting of the Mind

Rating: PG

Miss Frost's office is not as white as one would expect, however it does present an overall theme in the room. Using a classic den/office style structure from the building, the hardwood floor has been mostly covered from entry to desk with a white carpet that has been decorative bordered in an ivy-pattern, with the center having a delicately done floral arrangement. Two plush white leather chairs sit slightly staggered and angled facing a white marble topped desk of dark-stained oak, the Xavier Academy logo in front emblazoned in a polished steel. Atop the desk is materials for physical writing as well as a dual-monitor computer system that seems keyboardless, instead having a single mouse-like interface device. To the right are a pair of striated white marble book-cases filled from top to bottom, in the center of the pair a marble fireplace that burns sedately despite the time or season.

The left wall has a series of file cabinets sitting next to another computer desk, this one with a standard keyboard and mouse with the academy logo floating sedately on the screen. Next to those is a table where mail seems to be laid out next to a carafe of what is either coffee or tea, and a small pile of cookies, which seems to vary day by day. Behind the carafe is a small containers for sugar, fresh cream, and honey.

Behind the desk is a bank of windows facing northwards, running practically from wall to wall, bordered on both sides by silver-embroidered sheer silk cloth, so even when drawn you can make out details outside, and so long as day is present, line pours in to give the room a sense of warmth. For the times when more light is required, it comes from the vaulted office ceiling from a tasteful-looking light and fan combination. Just behind the desk and on the right side is a second door with a hand-print scanner.

Tonight has Emma sitting at her desk and working in the seemingly insurmountable paperwork that being an administrator comes with, and busy typing away at the holographic keyboard that appears on part of her desk. This does not make her any less mindful of her other responsibilities, as the appointment due for the evening continues to blink in one corner of her screen, advising her of it's impending time. The wineglass at her side is only to it's dregs, and the bottle close by sits corked and mostly full. With a sigh, and a thought, it shuts down into passive mode so she can sit back and look at her door… expecting…

Nigel steps through the door right on time, not wanting to find out what happens when you keep a telepath capable of turning your mind into Jello waiting. Nigel looks around a moment as it's his first time in the office and then looks to Emma "Good evening Miss Frost, you wanted to see me about something?"

Tapping her desk with one cultured nail, Emma says in a pleasant but cool tone, "Yes…" The door mechanism that normally causes students a bit of fear not functioning for once in the face of it's victims. So sitting back a bit she tilts her head so some of her bangs cover one eye, "I apologize that we have not had a chance to speak until now. However, your mutation has required more study than I was expecting from the Danger Room files and the notes from your teachers. But… I am hoping that we can begin to help you with the new year. If you are willing. Please… sit."

Nigel can't help but get a bit of a chuckle at that "Yeah from what I hear my little gift is pretty far out in left field as far as mutations go. So I'll take all the help I can get really." He nods and takes a seat, waiting to hear what she has in mind.

Emma leans forwards on her desk once more, and puts her elbows on the marble surface for a moment, and her lips form a thin smile that would be almost demonic were it not on a face like that. Or perhaps the contrast makes it more so, "Your empowered state is effectively a living cartoon… this is easily enough known. But cartoons are often times controlled by several factors. So I began to consider what role, you as Nigel play within the Wildcard dynamic." Her pointer fingers steeple and almost bisect her face, before returning to their folded position, "I believe you are the voice actor. Or you act in the manner of the voice actor. The one who brings the personality and life to the character. However… I would like you try and see yourself in a different role. That of the animator."

Nigel nods "Well to be honest for the moment I'm kind of the storyboard guy. I can keep him pointed in the right direction but can't really control how he accomplishes what the goal is. The goal might be to get through a wall but I can't control whether he just paints a door on it and walks through or simply blows a hole in it with a bazooka."

Emma leans her head up and motions with one hand, "That is a good point. But regardless… we need to establish a more controlling role for you in the Wildcard dynamic." Pushing back for a moment, she moves to stand, and then comes around the desk to rest against it once more, crossing her arms under her bosom, "Wildcard is what is considered the Id. Doctor Freud described the Id as being filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organization, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle." Putting up a hand to stop you from commenting on it, "Honestly, I think Freud was a bit obsessed with sex, but be that as it may… his principle is a good starting point for defining Wildcard."

Nigel nods again "That much I'd kinda pieced together, got some Psychology books from the library but honestly couldn't make much sense of it all." Yes he has done his homework on things a bit and has been trying to muddle through this himself, a rare thing among the rather angsty student body this year.

Walking forwards towards the young man, she moves herself to sit down in the chair next to him, and then Emma turns her head to look at him, once more the perfection of a single lock of hair swaying back and forth over one eye, "What I suggest is that we engage Wildcard… we bring him to the fore, and then we bring you into the conversation…and then we open negotiations. This is a part of your self we are facing. Perhaps there is something unresolved between yourself and your other self."

Nigel listens and nods again. "So you want me to change for this? Or how did you want to go about this?" He looks a little unsure of the idea of letting wildcard loose, knowing of his resistance to mental influence when transformed.

As you ask the question, the room is suddenly, not the room, it's a hemispherical white room, with a single black circular point in the ceiling that almost seems like a camera. It matches the floor being a shining black as well, and instead of sitting, Emma is standing there in a white version of an X-men Danger Room uniform. Complete with a golden X that crosses her bustline, and accents it. Nigel is in his Danger Room uniform as well, and standing about ten approximate feet across from her, "This is a mental meeting room I use for some business I transact. You are not actually here, your mind is… and in here I cannot directly influence, but my telepathic can manifest." Demonstrating by holding up a small card that says Chair, and dropping it to the ground, it becomes a chair, "Think of it like the Matrix, only… smaller scale."

Nigel blinks and literally jumps as everything changes "What the hell?" He stops and looks over as Emma explains what the room is and shifts and little uneasily but nods. "Ok.. so umm how do I do this then? I mean I'm not sure how to call him up without transforming.."

Emma holds out a pad of white paper, and a black felt-tip pen to the young man, and says, "This is not actually a pen and paper… this is an expression of will. What you write about on this will become manifest here. It cannot affect me, but you can create things within the environment, because you draw it from yourself." As she speaks, she sits down in her chair, and crosses her legs, even drawing out a pair of white sunglasses ala Morpheus, or it was the word Sunglasses on a business card until it touched to her eyes, "All you need do is write his name… and he shall appear."

Nigel nods and takes the pad and pen from Emma, taking a moment and writing Wildcard on the page before tearing it from the pad and dropping it. He backs up a few steps before it hits the ground and in his trademark explosion Wilcard Appears. "Aahahahahahahahaaa!! Iiiiiiit's Show-" He stops short as he looks around and sees Nigel.. "Ok what the heck?.. how the devil are we both here at the same time?"

Once more that infernal grin of her's returns and she replies to Wildcard, "You're not actually here… you only believe you are here, and since you believe you are here, here you are." Clapping her hands together once, and tapping her pointer fingers together, she begins to walk around Wildcard itself, looking back and forth between the two, and stepping past Wildcard and out of view, when she comes back into view she's now celshaded, a weird little white paper-like aura around her, "It seems there is a bit of bleed over… ah well… it can be worked with." It doesn't help now that she's sporting Victoria's Secret… not so secret anymore.

Wilcard blinks and looks at Nigel "Ok and I thought I was insane.. did you make any sense of what she just said?" Nigel just kinda shrugs "Just go with it man.." When the new toonish Version of Emma returns Wildcard's eye get huge with the accompanying *awwooga* sound and his tongie lolls out of his mouth as he pants like a dog. "Helloooooooo Nurse!" Nigel just shakes his head "Oh lovely.. the Headmistress just pulled a Jessica Rabbit."

Emma walks around for a few more moments like one of the characters from Through a Mirror Darkly, or that Flock of Seagulls video, but once she goes out of Nigel's vision, she's returned to normal on the other side, Sitting back down in her chair once more, she crosses her hands over her stomach, and says to Wildcard, "The two of you are the same person, but two sides of the same coin. Which means that under normal circumstances… you will never see each other. This is your one chance. To face each other, and to perhaps… say some things that need to be said. Nigel craves control, to not feel as if he is a danger to everyone when you come out, Wildcard. And I believe… you Wildcard crave to feel that you are not simply a cartoon made manifest… am I right?"

Wildcard shakes his head a moment to clear his expression as the Toon-Emma wanders off. "Eh killjoy.." He looks to Nigel a second and then back to Emma "Heh think you got it figured out eh? Try again Sigmund Fraud, it's a whole other ball of wax." He looks a Nigel "We're the same person, I'm just everything he's always wanted to be without all the hangups and Insecurities." Nigel blinks and frowns "Now wait a minute here, I created you and-" he's cut off by Wildcard "Bingo! Exactly right! You created me, I am everything you've ever wanted to do. Every time you got bullied in school and wanted to lash out, every time you felt you were wronged and wanted payback I got a little bigger. Even that blasted web-comic.. I am everything you've ever wanted to do to anyone that's ever pissed you off. Hot-pants here doesn't know how many times you've wanted to let me loose on that asshat Quenton or that Emo-tard Nicholas does she? You don't have control over me becasue you don't want it.. you want to just let me loose and unleash all the hell that comes with me because then you're absolved of any guilt when I get hanna-barbaric on someone's butt!" Nigel frowns and begins writing something on the paper as Wildcard looks to Emma. "He hasn't told you how he's been getting back and forth to town on his Junk-Food runs has he? He transforms when he's outside of the school grounds and knows it won't trip the alarms so he can super-speed his way there and back. Let's face it he-" There's a cartoon sounding *WHAMMO* as Nigel drops a rather large cartoon Mallet onto Wildcard flattening him on the floor. "That's about enough out of you…"

The sigh Emma emits could be amused… it could be exasperated, but she removes the Sunglasses from her eyes, and tosses them away, and sits up from her Chair and it goes away as well. Approaching Wildcard, her hand turns Mickey-Mouse glove for several moments but then re-resolves itself as she moves past and to Nigel, taking the Hammer away, and letting it fall to the ground, "Be kind… do not hit yourself." Looking to the mental construct, she smiles softly, "Wildcard… what you do endangers yourself. Every time you give in to Nigel's impulses… you make it worse for him. This does not feed you… it will eventually harm you." Looking back at Nigel, she then adds, "And you need to acknowledge that he IS expressing your feelings." Holding her hands together, she entwines her fingers, "I do not expect you to co-exist peacefully. But… Wildcard… you must admit… you only do the first thing that comes to mind, and that often times causes you more problems than it's worth. You could use the direction of a more logical thought process, correct?"

Wildcard reaches up and grabs himself by the top of the head, pulling upwards until he's back to full height and bobs up and down a few times with an accordion sound. "Cheap shot pal…" He looks to Emma "I get logical and I get predictable.. which is a weakness. Right now that David guy can tell what anyone else in this place is gonna do next.. but not me. Even the Danger room can't adapt fast enough. Being spontaneous is what I'm all about, wouldn't be much of a wild card if you knew what I was going to do next now would I?" Nigel sighs and nods "I admit I use him to lash out when I don't have another recourse." He looks to Wildcard "Doesn't mean I shouldn't be calling the shots most of time." Wilcard just gives him a razzberry, the tongue sticking out nearly 3 feet.

Since this is a mental state, Emma's hand moves with incredulous speed and catches that tongue before it can go away, Turning to face the Wildcard and says, "Do not be rude." Of course the cost of contact is that for until she releases, she looks like the character from Cool World, complete with oversized bustline. Getting back to herself, she traces a hand down the X-suit and gets an exasperated sigh, "A wildcard that is always played loses it's value after a while… it must be saved for the right moment. Wisdom, dear Wildcard… Wisdom." Another pause, and she holds up a hand to each of the individual manifestations present, "Once a week, we will convene, and we will talk, like this… the two of you learning to cohabitate, with my supervision. I do not expect you both to agree, let alone listen to each other overnight… but you both need each other. The least you can do is attempt to get along. Like brothers, if nothing else."

Wildcard blinks as his tongue is grabbed and when it's released it flaps back into his mouth like an old window shade. "Carefull I might start to like that.." He grins but then nods with a sigh "Alright alright I suppose I can tone it down a little bit.. yeesh." Nigel grimaces a moment at the comment then nods to Emma "Of course Miss Frost.."

Emma reaches down and picks up the piece of mental paper that had the word Wildcard on it, causing that version to vanish as she folds the paper up, thus causing the word to no longer be seen, and therefore not in existence here, "That is all I wanted. And I will overlook your midnight excursions for the time being… PROVIDED…" She holds up one finger and narrows her eyes, "Provided that you advise security you are leaving campus with permission before doing so. Are we clear?"

Nigel takes a breath and nods "Of course.. and I appreciate the chance to try and settle things with myself as it were. Was there anything else you needed?"

The 'room' is gone and now you're both back in the office, and back in your regular clothes while she has returned to her white suit jacket and slacks. Emma stands up and walks back to her desk, and what felt like almost an hour was actually no more than a few minutes, "Need? Oh my needs and wants are well beyond your means of mitigating… so for now, this will suffice. But I will add this." There's that SMILE once more, "I know I am that hot, but thank you for thinking so several times over. I -DO- own that Victoria's secret set, and I have worn it once in public. So really… no matter where your mind wanders… I've been there." The door suddenly opens as she leaves that little thought in the boy's mind, "Back to the real world with you. I will see you in one week."

Nigel turns an interesting shade of red at the revelation and turns to leave without another word. Not wanting to seem like he's in a rush but he's rather relieved once he's clear of the office.

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