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Summary: Quill and Mason are new roommates! Hide.
Date: Tuesday, December 7, 2010. 12:00pm
Log Title: Pop and Prank
Rating: PG
Xavier Mansion - Mason and Quill's Room
Mason Steele's walls are not visible. Why? Because they are covered with posters. Girls in bikinis, fast cars, and various bands are the themes that cover his room. There really isn't even a spare inch. If you look up, you'll find that the ceiling isn't much different.
One wall of the room seems to be primarily dedicated toinstruments on their respective stands. A violin, an electric and acoustic guitar, a keyboard, a trumpet, and a saxophone all stand ready for action, their cases behind them.
His bed is unmade, and clothes are piled in various corners of the room. On his desk it seems as fully covered as the walls, only it is done with sheet music instead of posters. The smell of Old Spice and unwashed clothes fills the air.
It's starting to get near the end of the semester. You'd think that'd mean Mason would actually try studying. It doesn't. He's half-sitting, half laying on his bed, with his electric guitar in hands. It's not plugged in, so it doesn't make much noise as he plays it. No shirt and a pair of pajama pants. The teen pop star fingers through a few cautious notes, while staring out the window. "No…" he sits up and grabs the textbook next to him. It's his hard surface to write on. He's never opened it. On top of it lays a piece of sheet music.
The pop star takes his pencil and erases one of the notes, changing it to something else before sticking the pencil back behind his ear. "What if I told you we were so far away?" he sings softly, plucking along with the melody, and then humming the next measure. "What if I told you, would you go with me anyway?"
Walking into the room, without a knock on the door, just in time to hear Mason singing is his new roommate Quill. The boy who looks like a porcupine from head to toe. "Hrm…I don't know. We barely know each other and I'd at least like one date, maybe dinner and flowers, before I made that sort of commitment." He says with a grin as he walks in carring a large box with him filled with an assortment of….things….
Mason looks up, arching his brow. "Oh, hey," he greets with a smile. He pulls the guitar off from around his neck, puts it on its stand next to the bed. Mason takes the few steps necessary to meet Quill where he is. "I'm Mason," he identifies himself. "Mason Steele. I guess you're my new roommate. You need some help with anything?"
"I know who you are." Quill says eying Mason with faux suspicion. "And you guess right, since you're my new roommate." Notice it's -his- roommate and not him being Mason's. "I'm good with moving things over. I don't want you getting a peak at my secrets. I master never reveals his tricks." A master of what though. "Though with me being your roommate…that just means you're safe."
"Yeah, I get that a lot," the pop icon confesses. "So you're a magician?" Mason asks, his grin widening. "Dude, that's the best way ever to get chicks, other than sugar gliders." He doesn't realize that this is not the master ability Quill was referring to. "You gotta show me some stuff. I'd love to be able to pull a bird out of my armpit or something cool like that."
Quill grins as Mason said the magic words. "Oh..you wanna see a trick..hrm.." He says as he starts digging around the box he brought in. "And bird out of your armpit, you're gross. That doesn't get girls….sheesh…why does my little sister have posters of you all over her room." He mutters as he digs around. "Okay here." He says pulling a can of peanuts. "Open that for a magic trick!" Not really expecting Mason to fall for the old spring loaded snake in a can.
He does. Mason doesn't jump necessarily, he just stands there, staring at the empty can, and then slowly drifting his gaze to where the snake landed. He lets out a chuckle. "I just created a snake!" he announces, holding his hands up in victory to go along with the joke.
"A lot of people's sisters have pictures of me all over their room. I have pictures of sisters all over mine, too." Though such sisters are much more mature that are on his walls. "So, you got porcupine quills. That's pretty sweet, but it must suck to go out in public." Mason's mutancy isn't as obvious, of course.
Quill shrugs. "Not really, that's what this is for!" He says as he hits a button for his image inducer and he looks like a normal teenage boy, maybe with a hint of Hispanic ethnicity of some sort. "I can look like old me, or new me." He says switching it back. "And you should get pictures of my sister on your wall, that'd be funny though…you'd have to pick which sister."
Mason's eyes go wide. He hasn't seen an image inducer before. It shouldn't shock him, but it does. "Wow, that…is the coolest thing ever." He examines the button that Quill pressed. "Man, I should get one of those for when I don't want people to know who I am." Of course, he doesn't have so obvious a mutation. "How many sisters do you have?"
"They issue them to the freaky looking mutants." Quill says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "When I'm here or at home I don't really bother though, but even with the image inducer you can still feel my quills if you touch me." He says as he sits down on his bed. He'll bring his stuff over at a leisurely pace. "I have three sisters. Two younger and one older. Chantelle is the one who has your posters everywhere. She's twelve, I can set you on a date with her. She'd love it!" Quill teases.
Mason gives an amused, but not accepting smile. "Yeah, I think she's a little young. But we can put her picture on the wall and take a picture of me next to it for her, I'm sure she'd get a kick out of it." Of course, if she ever comes to visit, he might get attacked. "So what's your name?" he asks. Mason was probably told by the staff, but that doesn't mean he paid attention when it was said.
"Oh! Sorry! I'm Max Jordan but people call me Quill. I don't know why, it's a weird nickname, doncha think?" Of course Quill knows exactly why he's called that but he's a sarcastic twit at times. "Nah, it'd be better if we took a picture of the two of us and I sent it to her saying 'guess whose my roommate. And see, I told you he's a mutant, noone that age who sings that high can not be a mutant!' Of course he's teasing again. "So! When did you get to Xavier's?"
"Yeah, would've never come up with that one for you," Mason indulges. "Yeah," he answers, avoiding comment on his voice. "Seriously, though, I'd rather you not tell anybody I'm here," he adds to Max's comment, holding out his hand to shake. "Especially to a fangirl. Last thing I need is for the media to get wind that I'm a mutant. I got here a few weeks ago, but I've known I was a mutant for about a year. Mom's a mutant too, so it really didn't come to too much of a surprise to her."
"Right now I'm the only mutant in my family." Quill says lying down on the other bed, putting his hands behind his head. "So why don't you want people to know you're a mutant? Are you that ashamed about it? Cause really, it could always be worse. You could look like my last roommate. He looked really freaky, like big pointy teath, spotted, claws…fuuuuugly."
Mason bobs his head from side to side with a wince, and goes to his dresser to retrieve a t-shirt from the drawer. After pulling it over his head, he answers. "Well…it's not that I'm ashamed. It's just…people don't really take to mutants really well yet. If they think I'm a sapien just like them, then when I stand up for mutants, it doesn't seem as self-serving as if I was a mutant standing up for mutants." That's what he tells himself, at least.
Quill snickers at something "A Sapien..that sounds so cheesy." He can't help but say it. "Whatever dude, it's up to you. Ooo! Can I start calling myself..um…uh…um…what's the scientific name for a porcupine?" He doesn't pay that much attention in Biology. "I dunno, if someone doesn't like me cause I'm a mutant blah on them. My Mommy loves me and that's enough."
"Porcupine?" Mason offers. He doesn't know the scientific name either. "You can call yourself whatever you like," the other teen tells Max. "I went with Geo. It's kinda like Neo, but with a G for 'gangsta'." He really studies hard too. Guess where the fun room is gonna be on the boys' hall. "I don't get the luxury of just letting people think whatever. Besides, if America found out I was a mutant, think of all the attention it'd draw to the school." Yeah, altruism! Mason's taking one for the team!
Quill raises a quilly brow at Mason and can't help but laugh, both hands on stomach, bent over laughing. "G for 'gangsta'…..BAWHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!" It takes a while and Quill eventually wipes a tear from his eye as he tries to calm down. "You…gangsta…you're about as non-gangsta as it gets Mason. You're Mr. Pretty Boy Teenbopper hero of twelve year olds everywhere. And Neo….did you take the red pill or the blue pill so you could become gangsta?"
"Hey! I took the red pill," Mason answers in mock protest. "You're just jealous because you don't have girls screaming for you all the time. And trust me, not all of them are twelve years old." He waggles his eyebrows with the statement. "I'll have to play you some of my un-edited songs later. See if you still think I'm a teenybopper. Not my fault that's what the record labels want to market me to."
He changes pants, going for something real that he can wear outside, and then puts on his shoes. "I gotta be gettin' out of here. Got class in a few minutes." He grabs his black hoody, and then briefly closes the door to mess with his hair in the mirror. "Make yourself at home, and if you gotta take down some posters for your stuff, just stick'm on my bed." He starts to open the door again. "Oh, just don't touch my instruments." That last statement is serious.
"Hey, you signed the contract, so it is kinda your fault." Quill teases Mason. "Oh course I'm gonna make myself at home, since this -is- my home." He says with a grin as he hops outta bed. "Well I'm gonna get the rest of my stuff in here." Says the short student. "And you don't be touching my….magic stuffs." Yeah that's it…magic supplies. "See ya later Neo the Teenybopper!"
