2012-01-03: Welcome Home Mason


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Summary: Mason comes home to the mansion to a less than warm welcome.

Date: January 3, 2012

Log Title: Welcome Home Mason

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Ramsey Dormitories Lobby

The lobby of Ramsey Dormitories has two elevators at one end of the wall along with the entrance to a cafeteria. On the wall are three pictures that say 'In memory of'. One is of Douglas Ramsey, another of John Proudstar and the last one is of Jean Grey. There are several couches and tables down here for students to relax. Large windows in the front and sides allow for a lot of light in the room.

It's later in the evening, about eight o'clock, and it's cold and dark outside. Inside it's a lot better as the heat is on full blast in the lobby. Lying down on one of the couches with his feet resting on one of the arms is Nicholas. His eyes are closed and a pair of ear buds are stuffed in his hears with an iPod resting on his chest. It's hard to tell if he's relaxing or sleeping. On the ground next to him is a book bag with a laptop half shoved in there. Most kids seem to pass without giving him a second notice.

It's not until the cold air hits Nicholas that he opens his eyes in surprise and sits straight up. He looks around like he's lost for a bit before his face settles on Mason and his too much luggage. "Shut the door, you're letting all the heat out." He mutters to him before yawning making it more obvious that he had drifted off into a nap.

Jules looks up as the gust of cold wind shuffles a couple of the pages in the book being held. With a hand holding the current place in the book, the pages are turned back to their rightful place. Jules' gaze seems to shift between the pop star and Nicholas, not that anything is really said.

Mason pulls his ski cap off of his head, his blond locks a mess from hat hair. "Why does it have to be so cold in New York?" he asks. "It wasn't this cold when I left." He plods to the couches, stripping his gloves from his hands. They are tossed casually to the coffee table, and the terrakinetic lands heavily into the couch next to Jules. His head flops all the way back to let his face point straight upward, watching the ceiling for a moment, and then expelling a heavy sigh. His bags are left near the door for the moment, a clear tripping hazard to anyone who may enter behind him.

Nicholas raises an eyebrow at Mason and shakes his head. "Trust me, it's not that cold out." Then his head drifts towards the bags and then towards Mason. "Wow, you're more of a dick than I am." He comments, taking his earbuds out and moving to more of a sitting position, with his legs on the floor and not on the couch.

The androgynous teenager now beside of Mason looks over curiously, "This is pretty much the temperature I'm used to. By the way, I'm Jules, I don't think I've really seen you around." The bookmark in the hard cover book is moved and the book closed.

Mason tilts his head back forward to regard Nicholas. "Nice to meet you, too," he responds with a rather puzzled expression across his countenance. He doesn't seem to make the connection between the insult and his bags. "I'm from Los Angeles, there ice out there. We never get ice in LA. Not to mention that's where I just got back from, and today it was in the seventies when I left." He holds a hand out to Jules. "Mason Steele," he answers. "Been here about a year now. You new?"

"Nicholas, or Nick." The blond teen responds to Jules without much enthusiasm in his voice. "And I'm from North Dakota where it's a lot colder. At least I can still horse back ride a bit in this weather, the ground isn't frozen yet." He says looking back at Mason's luggage. "Someone's gonna break their neck on your crap."

Jules shakes hands calmly before releasing to hold the book. "I've been here for a little bit. I just tend to spend a lot more time out in the city. It's really quite a nice city." When Nicholas speaks of horses, Jules replies, "Oh, nice to meet you, Nick. Do you ride horses often?"

"Yeah, it's pretty nice here," he agrees with Jules. "Yeah, I'll move it in a sec, I just needed to get warm. I left at 8am this morning, and I'm just now getting back. I was working all day Sunday and Monday. I just want to not move for a little while. Haven't ridden many horses, but there are some back home in Burbank. It's a really big draw around that part of the county."

"Yeah." Nick replies to Jules not going further into detail. "I have my own horse here, Orion. I've been here all helliday and I'll be here for a long time. And I haven't been to the city yet, not really interested."

"Oh, well —," something rings in Jules' pocket, a small PDA of sorts. Once removed, the teleporter flips through the message and such before smiling a bit. "I'm sorry, I've really got to go. It was really quite pleasant meeting both of you." At which point, Jules begins moving off to wherever his presence is needed. Quite odd that he's just not teleporting, but sometimes the slow path is the fun one.

"That's pretty sweet, is your horse here in the stables?" Mason asks. He sits forward a little. "I have only been on a horse a couple times. They are kinda scary, so big you know?" The star shrugs, "But then people say what I do is scary, so I guess to each his own, right?"

"No, I keep my horse in my room." Nicholas says sarcastically to Mason with a hint of rudeness in his tone. "Of course I keep it in the stable here. I just grew up around horses and they're really not that scary. A lot of times people are scared and the horse sense that which makes them nervous which in turns makes the person more scared."

"Did I do something to make you mad or something?" Mason asks, seeming uncertain what has warranted the degree of hostility he's receiving. He gets back to his feet, and returns to his bags. One hand on each, he drags them from the doorway to a comfortable resting place behind the couch. "It's cool that you got a horse, I never even had a dog."

Nicholas stands up and shrugs at Mason. "Sometimes stupid questions deserve stupid answers." He says picking up his book bags. "I'm gonna head upstairs. Later." He says to Mason not really saying much else, not confirming or denying if he has an issue with Mason.

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