2011-01-28: Recruiting A Student


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Summary: Megan responds to a plea for help.

Date: January 28, 2011

Log Title: Recruiting a Student

Rating: G

NYC - Mutant Town

Mutant Town, also known as District X, has become a haven for mutants. This section of town doesn't care what you look like, accepting all mutants no matter what their appearance. Most of the businesses in this section of town are mutant run ranging from small convenience stores to clothing shops to restaurants to night clubs. The buildings here aren't the high rise buildings you might find in mid-town but most are about 5-6 stories high. Mutant Town might not be the most luxurious section of town, in fact it's fairly run down, but this section of where mutants are safe and welcomed regardless of race, religion and culture.

Late afternoon finds most office workers just getting out and a small crowd starting to fill the streets of Mutant Town. The air is crisp and cold, dirty snow pushed up in tiny drifts against the buildings, but not enough to put off people wandering the streets. Dressed in a sweater and light pink coat that have been taylored to allow for her wings, a pair of light, almost gray, jeans, and a pair of white sneakers that appear to not have seen much use, Megan flutters along about a foot above the sidewalk. Her flight isn't anything like level, but she doesn't appear to be uneasy as she bobs along much like the butterfly who her own wings so closely resemble. Her hands are shoved deep into her pockets and her pink hair covered in a white toboggan hat pulled low over her ears. Fortunately, this being Mutant Town, no one even looks twice at the winged teenager.

Patrick is walking… through the air, just above the street level. It is as if the young, yet rather massive for his age, teenager is walking on some kind of buffer between himself and the ground. He looks up just in time to see the flying girl and closes his eyes for a moment with a rather massive sigh. "What is it with this town and flying girls?" He asks to no one in particular, no one is nearby him at least. He raises his hand in the air and seems to be trying to flag down the pixie girl. "Hey!" He calls out, his feet starting to float another foot or so up from the ground.

There doesn't seem to be anything much on Megan's mind until she hears someone call out and wave to her. She stops for a moment, fluttering madly and rising in the air a little farther before she drops lightly to the sidewalk, offering a bright, friendly smile to another obvious mutant, "Hey, ye'self." She looks up at the tall boy curiously for a moment, "Lovely day for flying." Her words have the lilting tones of the Celts, Welsh, more specifically.

Patrick watches the flitting girl with some slight growing aggitation, mostly nervousness that seems to come off of him in small waves. When she gets closer however, he somehow visibly calms… slightly, and his feet lower a few inches towards the ground. He seems to recognize the general origin of the girl, though doesn't apparently pinpoint it, as in perfect Irish he offers back a word of greeting, kind of showing off perhaps. Then he shakes this off and seems to be genuine in his suddenly more pathetic expression and tone of voice. "Please. I feel so lost. I just need to know where to go?"

Megan tilts her head slightly to one side at the Irish, "I think ye may be mistaking me for somethin' I'm not." She's still curious and suddenly offers an even brighter smile, "Not that I don't appreciate th' effort." Then comes the plea for help and concern flashes across her face and she takes a couple of steps closer, "Well where d' ye want to go? I can't very well help ye if I don't know what ye need…" She sounds like she really wants to help if she can, "D' ye live around here?"

Patrick seems to mostly not be comprehending a good deal of what the girl is saying, and takes a few steps back through the air away from her. "I just…" he offers once she asks the questions. "No. Not here. No where near here. I just found out I'm different and I can't find anyone who can really help me. I hear about nightclubs and schools and no one can just say… Go here! Do this thing and you'll be ok…"

"Bein' different ain't a bad thing, though, boyo." Megan's voice is compassionate when she hears that he's just discovered that he's not 'normal' and she shakes her head, "I go to a school in Westchester. Doctor McCoy talked me mum into letting me leave home a couple years ago. I c'n take ye there if ye ain't got nowhere else to go." She offers a bright smile, "I'm sure ye c'n at least stay there until ye get things sorted out t' go home." She shrugs one shoulder, wings fluttering slowly, "An' if ye can't go home, then the I'm sure ye'd be more than welcome t' stay!"

Patrick looks like all the tension suddenly drains out of him. It is as if someone just told him that 'everything would be alright' for the first time in his life. He can only nod quickly and eagerly as his feet quickly float down to the ground, making proper contact with the street.

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