Current mood:	accomplished
Entry tags:	felix, laura, scavenger hunt

LOG: Scavenger Hunt, Insults, and new girl.
As much as his parents, and, to a lesser extent, Faith, complain about Wesley's pack rat tendencies, occassionally they come in handy. For scavenger hunts, for example. He is currently sitting on his bed with a copy of the scavenger hunt list and a old Playstation controller in his lap, which he's currently attacking with a screwdriver, attempting to pry the square button off. His door is left open, his computer cheerfully reminding the hallway that, assuming he owns the cds for half the stuff on his computer, finding a non-English CD should also be no problem for the boy.

Felix heard the racket from Wesley's room and decided to take a peek. Seeing him apparently destroying a perfectly good playstation controller, he blinks. "What on /earth/ are you doing, man?"

"It's old," Wesley responds, gesturing towards the analogless controller. "It has a square button," he adds, interrupted by a pop as the button goes flying. "And now it's broken," he says, looking around. "You see where it landed?" he wonders, checking the sheets.

Felix cocks an eyebrow at Wesley for a second, then the import of what he's saying finally kicks in. "Oh. I see." He says. When the button goes flying, he automatically watches it. Motion. It gets his attention. "Yeah ... it bounced off the bed and over here." He heads for the nightstand.

"We're getting the stuff we submit back, yes?" Wesley wonders, watching Felix, trying to follow his line of sight, but so far failing. "Sup?" he wonders.

"Far's I know, yeah we are." Felix says, then shakes his head. "Nothing, really. I just heard the racket in here and wondered what you were up to."

"Racket?" Wesley asks, hurt. "I mean, Nikki's insulted my music too, but /racket/?" he wonders, a hand to his chest as he hams it up. He grabs the remote to his computer, pausing the music, chuckling at Felix. "In that case, I probably have a CD and a T-shirt around here somewhere," he admits. "Course, that's how it always goes with scavenger hunts, doesn't it? Some of the items will be /easy/ to get, others would be a pain in the ass."

"Hey. Enhanced hearing, remember? I can hear stuff on that that you can't." It, evidently, doesn't bother him, though, because he's not wincing or anything. "That'd be cool." He says. "Some of the stuff, we're gonna really have to scrounge for, yeah. Like the world on a silver platter." He looks amused. "I have ideas for that one, actually."

"Steal the good dishes and tape a print out to it?" Wesley wonders, grinning. He grabs a bag, dumping the controller, and the now loose button inside.

Felix laughed. "Actually, I was thinking of one of those squishy balls that has the world printed out on it ... you know the kind? ... on a platter we cover in aluminum foil. Aluminum looks silver, right? They didn't say it has to be /real/ silver."

"Has to fit in the bag, though," Wes points out, waving the list about.

"So we pick a small platter." Felix points out. "That's gonna be about the biggest item on the list. A lot of the rest are pictures."

"Stuffed animal might be kinda big," Wesley muses. "Though you can find little keychain sized ones." He walks over to his closet, digging through.

"Right. Again, they don't say what size it has to be, so we get a keychain sized one and call it a day." Felix says.

Wesley nods, stepping out with a shirt. "When you find yourself in the company of a halfling and an ill-tempered dragon, remember, you do not have to outrun the dragon," the shirt front reads. "How's this?"

Felix cocks his head at the shirt and grins. "Well, funny sayings are kind of subjective, but I like it." He says. "It's good enough to go with for now, at any rate, unless someone has something better."

"Either this or in jokes," Wesley admits, adding the shirt to the bag. "I better be getting that back," he adds, going to search through a pile of CDs.

"You will. I can't begin to imagine what use the staff will have for /how/ many shirts and CD's and so on? They'd be swimming in it."

"Ah," Wesley responds. "Then I can use this CD," he says, grabbing something featuring a Japanese woman, the only English text on the entire case being her name, slipping it in the bag as well. "Go Double Helix, woot!"

Felix grins. "Awesome stuff, Wes. At this rate, we'll win." He says. "We just need to get the rest of it. Y'know if anyone in the squad has a Polaroid?"

"No idea," Wes says. "Shouldn't be too hard to grab a digital, though, which is almost as good."

"True, and when we're done, we can toss the digital in the bag, instead of a dozen pictures."

"Or just burn it to a CD," Wesley remarks. "Waste of a CD, but, hey, smaller."

"True." Felix agrees. "But the camera would be quicker to show we actually have the pictures ... they'd have to load the CD to see them, where with a digital camera, you just hit a coupla buttons."

Wesley shrugs. "Label the CD, not /that/ hard," he muses, looking through the bag, considering it for a moment. "So, other than coming to check in on my taste in music, what are you up to?"

"Not much, really. The kids in my class have a test coming up, so I'm getting ready for that, but other than that, nothing doing."

"Ah. Boring week, then?"

"Yeah, sadly." Felix sweeps a clean spot on Wesley's bed and sits down. "By the way, heard you made Monitor. Congratulations."

"Thanks, clearly, Xavier realized I was much better suited for the job," Wesley says with a broad grin, only half serious.

"Just don't go trying to get cheeky on me." Felix play-warns. "I don't want to have to smack it out of you."

"Teacher on student violence is /wrong/, Felix," Wesley teases. "Afraid I'll take your Leader position after I graduate?" he wonders, giving a cheshire grin.

"You can try, pup." Felix says. "You can try. And a good smack to learn you some respect for your elders isn't wrong. It's discipline." He's grinning at the 'elder' bit. Yeah. Elder by what, a couple of years?

Mentally or physically? "You just want a rematch," he teases.

"Damned skippy." Felix says. "I can't let a brat like you beat my ass. I got a rep to maintain. I'm supposed to be the badass of the mansion!" Felix says, grinning broadly.

"Sure thing, kitten," Wesley says with a grin.

Felix reaches over and gives Wesley a playful smack on the arm. "Brat."

Wesley smacks back. "Dork."

Felix smacks right back. "No smackbacks, doofus."

"Hypocrite." Smack

"I /said/ no smackbacks, maroon!" Felix says, smacking Wesley again.

"As you were smacking me back, doofus," Wesley responds. Smack.

"Hey, I used doofus already." Felix says. "So stop copying me, lamebrain." Smack.

"Ape." Smack.

"Fuzzbutt." Smack.

"Wouldn't that be you?" Smack.

"Ape'd be you, wouldn't it?" Felix snarks back, giving Wesley another smack for good measure.

"Was going for alphabetical," Wesley responds. Smack.

"Well, if you're going to be like that, I guess I have to go with buttface, then, don't I?" Smack.

"Creep." Smack.

Felix says "Dweeb." Smack."

"Egomaniac." Smack.

"Fartblossom." Smack

"Gimp." Smack.

"Hobag." Smacksmack.

"Ignoramus." Smack smack smack. Escalation. Yay!

"Jerkface." smack smack smack smack. Escalation indeed!

"Kupie!" Smack smack smack smack smack.

"What the heck is a kupie? Is that even a word?" Felix wants to know. smack /pinch/.

"Kupie doll," Wesley answers. Punch.

"Right, whatever, loser." punchpinch

"Mook." Punch punch punch.

"Nutjob." POUNCE!!!!!

"Oldtimer!" Shove

"Poophead." Felix proclaims, rolling away from the shove only to pounce again, trying to flatten Wes.

Wes catches Felix on his feet, foot shove. "Quasi-modo."

Felix instinctively grabs a leg as he gets shoved off. "Retard." And gives it a yank.

Wesley grips the bed, going nowhere. "Sissy!"

"Twerp!" Felix decides to try for tickling.

Wesley flails a little, kick! "Ugly!"

"Valley girl." Felix snarks back, and keeps on tickling the foot, careful to keep his body out of range.

As panic sets in a little, Wes, well, cheats, the kicking of the foot growing a good bit stronger. "Weenie!"

"Xanthoma." Tickletickle.

"What the hell is /that/, ya yahoo," Wesley snaps back, laughing as he kicks. Damn his ticklish feet.

"Disease of the eyelids. Gives ya these yellow bumps, try /reading/ and you might learn something once in a while, zitface." tickletickletickle

"Anthropomorphic baboon!" Wesley retorts, kicking his foot rather roughly, trying to shake Felix loose.

"Codfaced dogboy." Felix retorts, yanking on the leg again.

"Erratic fleabag!" Wesley retorts. Kick kick kick kick.

Felix and Wesley are in Wesley's room ... being VERY silly. Wesley is flat on his back, one ankle trapped in Felix's grip while Felix tickles him and the boys are tossing insults back and forth. Neither seems to notice or care that the door is open, letting anyone who wants to watch see the goofiness. "Gap-toothed hick!" tickletickletickle.

"Ignorant jack-a-lope!" Wesley shouts back, kicking away. His door is wide open, and there's a sign announcing the presence of a Squad Monitor in the room. Which of the two buffoons that might be, however is left up to the visitor's imagination.

The commotion does seem to grab the attention of one curious onlooker who happens to be in 'exploration mode', checking out her new surroundings. For a moment, she stands just beyond the door, trying to figure out the state of things. Then, crossing her arms, she moves forward and leans against the doorframe, smirking. "Hmm... a little boy-on-boy action is it? I thought this place was only full of goodie-two-shoes and boy scouts..." comes the statement from the door. Dressed in gutter-goth-punk, ah, whatever you want to call it 'style', Laura continues to smirk at the pair, looking more than a little amused.

Felix turns sharply at the unknown voice behind him, giving a sniff. Whoever it is, he doesn't know them. "Umm ... hi?" He offers.

Wesley looks over, blushing as he gives another kick at Felix. "Get /off/ me!" he insists to his friend, giving a wave at the girl. "Hi."

A dark brow arches upward briefly as Laura notes the sharpness of Felix's turn. She smiles and replies, "Hi yourself. Sorry if I was intruding. New in these parts, so I was wandering and getting familiar with things around here. Your voices -do- carry, you know..." At the repeated greeting, she looks to Wesley and offers another smile of greeting. "Tickle-fights the norm around here? If so, let me know so I can go give myself diabetes by swallowing a few bowls of sugar first and beat all this to the punch," she adds, still watching Wesley and still sounding amused. Then, to them both, she adds, "How rude of me. Laura's the name. Or X-23. 'S what they called me on the streets. And you both are...?"

"You're not intruding." Felix says, giving another sniff. Yes, he's memorizing her scent. He does that. "We're friends, and like to give each other shit." As evidenced by the fact Felix hasn't let go of the ankle. "I'm Felix."

Wesley kicks at Felix's wrist with his free foot. "Seriously, let go!" He looks back to Laura, giving a wave. "I'm Wesley. The tickle thing was /totally/ Felix. I think he wants to grow up to be a little girl."

"Good, good. And ah, I get it," Laura replies with a bit of a smirk, not seeming to react too much about Felix's sniffing. "It's cool. Oh wait... don't tell me walking down by the boys' rooms isn't allowed either. If so, I'm apparently breaking no-no rules all over the place today," she adds a little sarcastically. "Anyway, good to meet you both." She then smirks a bit at Wesley putting the blame on Felix. "Well... I see..."

"He started it." Way to go, toddler thinking! "I'm just finishing it." Yank, and Felix lets go. "Don't mind us, we give each other hell all the time. And walking down here's not against the rules. Being in a boy's room, with a boy, with the door closed? That's an entirely different kettle of fish." Legpoke at Wesley.

Wesley rolls his eyes. "Right..." he says regarding that particular little rule. He sits up, taking his legs /out/ of Felix's reach. "Boy's wing is okay, boy's room is okay, but you should /probably/ clear out by light's out." He looks at the girl, considering her for a moment. "What other rules have you broken today?"

Counting on her fingers, Laura says, "In in a boy's room with -two- boys with the door open before lights out, so I think I'm in the clear. Good. Because I've already used up some of my newbie-mutie forgiveness points for sitting on the counter downstairs, I think." Hopefully that answers Wesley's question at least. She then shrugs. "So... is this the exciting action around here? I mean, what do you do for fun? Other than kinda strange tickle fights because I'll say right now that I'm -so- not down with that crap." To demonstrate, she holds her palms out as though to hold the boys at bay.

"Tough girl, huh?" Felix says, sounding about as impressed as he'd once been with Wesley interfereing in a certain animal fight. "Don't worry, we got other stuff to do. There're training rooms in the basement. Or you can do it outside."

"Felix is just a dork," Wesley assures. Females are present, he's back in macho mode. "There's TV, watching Felix terrorize squirrels, watching him scare new kids, the training rooms," a nod towards the teacher, "The gym, the woods..."

With a derisive snort, Laura replies, "I just don't like being tickled. Suddenly that makes me all tough? Whatever." Rolling a shoulder she adds, "The kid I met earlier mentioned video games, but I'm not much into that. Saw a pool table. That had promise. But a gym sounds good. And training rooms? I suppose I could use a good workout. Haven't had one in a while." She smirks a bit at Wesley, "Well, we all have our 'thing', right?"

"The training rooms are pretty damned cool. They'd probably survive a direct nuclear strike. And it's got all sorts of shit to climb on and jump over and such." Cat heaven.

"Oh, yeah, there's also the lounge... You're School, not Institute, right?" Wesley wonders, pausing for a moment. "That is, you're in high school?" He nods to Felix. "Yeah, the training rooms are pretty cool, there's a smaller one for more solo stuff, and a bigger one for acrobatics and group training. Mind if I ask what you do?"

Nodding a little, Laura replies, "That's cool. I'd like to see the training rooms sometime. Suppose I could try recalling some of my old gymnastic days..." She makes it out like she'd be uber-rusty and maybe not that great at it, but would be willing to give it a shot. Looking from Felix to Wesley, she nods. "Yeah. Just turned 17 not that long ago, so I'm 'School' material, not 'Institute'. You two?" She pauses at Wesley's last question, then arches an eyebrow, "What I -do-?" Seems she's not quite sure what he's asking.

"I'm one of the teachers." Ironic as hell, isn't it? "And one of the leaders of the Double Helix squad." He glances at Wesley and then back to Laura. "He means, what's your mutation?"

"Oh, that'd make you a Junior, yeah? Senior here, Squad Monitor, Double Helix. If you need any help adjusting, or someone to hang around to make emergency trips to the infirmary while you're training, just stop by. Metabolic control here," Wesley offers.

Eyebrows raise again. "Teacher? Really?" she comments, seeming a little perplexed. "You seem a bit young for it, but then again, I haven't seen the other faculty yet, so..." She then moves right along. "Double Helix? I think I'm on... Deviants? I think that's what it was called." Regarding her mutation, she nods slowly. "Oh. Well. I guess it's a few things. The biggest I suppose is that I heal really fast, so thanks for the offer, Wesley, but I probably won't be making many trips down there," Laura explains a bit. "Few other things, too. Um, you guys?" Moving -right- along... "Metabolic control? What's that exactly?"

"It's not the years, it's the mileage." Felix says. "I teach wilderness survival, since a lot of the kids who come here couldn't find their ass with a map if you put them in the woods." And Felix is not about to be put off so fast. "Other stuff like what?" He asks. "Y'should know, I'll find out soon ... all the teachers are briefed on kids' mutations, so we don't get an unpleasant surprise."

"Nikki's Squad," Wes observes. "And... well, it's one thing that gives me a lot of other things, including faster healing, more strength, more speed, a bigger appetite, or, conversely, slower healing, less strength, less speed, but the ability to not eat for a day and not get hungry. It also makes for a quick diet," he says with a grin. "I've bounced back from some pretty impressive stuff, myself." He looks at Felix. "Squad Monitors get stuff like that too, or is that pure teacher's privilege?"

Once more, Laura crosses her arms over her chest, obviously not quite used to having to explain too much about herself and not too comfortable with it as she looks between the two males. Finally sniffing, she says, "Better senses. Strength, toughness, I guess you can call it... reflexes... all that." Her voice trails off a bit as she adds with a look as though to say 'there...happy?', "And claws." She looks to Wes and adds, "Interesting mutation you have there. Could be a handy thing, I'd think."

"I don't think the monitors get briefed on everyone, no ... just the people in their squad." Felix says. As Laura enumerates her mutation, his eyebrows go up. "Cool. Another one. You'll probably be working with Rahne, Adam, and me. We all have enhanced senses. Rahne shapeshifts into a wolf. Adam shapeshifts into a grizzly bear. I shapeshift into a lion."

"I'm rather happy with it," Wesley says with a smile. "Your's sounds pretty nice, too," he admits, looking at her hands for the promised claws, checking the tips of her fingers. "Or just with Basset," he says to Felix. "Actually, she's on Deviants, she's working with Basset."

"Well, I don't shapeshift," Laura points out to Felix, still looking a little put out to be put on the spot like that. "But whatever. I suppose I'll work with whomever I get put with, or my squad, whatever that is. I still have to meet up with the teacher in charge of it. I suppose she'll tell me what I'll be doing." Perhaps to Wesley's disappointment, her fingertips look normal. There are no signs of said claws. "Basset. Right. That's the name I was given."

"Right, Wes, but all of us work with her, to some extent or another, so we'll be working with Laura." Felix waves away the comment about not shapeshifting. "Y'don't have to shapeshift. It's just kinda coincidence that the three of us do."

"She's kind of tough, but not so bad if you don't give her a reason to dislike you," Wesley warns helpfully. "Sorry to put you on the spot like that. It's... sort of standard greeting around here. 'Hi," he says, giving an exaggerated wave, "'my name is blah, and my mutation is blah.'" He shrugs. "You... get used to it. Don't /have/ to tell anyone, of course, teachers find out anyway, but, yeah." He looks to Felix, then to Laura. "Basset will probably be in charge of most of your training, as she's the only one that can keep up with us healers for any great length of time, that, and she's the PE instructor, but, really, you can training with whoever. Other students, your squad, which is... basically a 'team.' Speaking of which, might want to check the library for a scavenger hunt list. Rather disappointed by it, but that's what appears to be passing as Field Day this year."

For a moment, it looks like she's biting down a comment of some sort or another. Finally, Laura says to Felix, "Well, whichever works. Maybe I'll start hitting the gym soon just to get prepared for whatever this 'working with' entails." She's still a little fuzzy on how things work around here. Glancing back at Wesley, she shrugs, "Well... it's fine. I'm just not big sharing person, that's all. And what? That other kid told me the Field Day stuff wasn't mandatory..." She suddenly looks a bit mopey about it. "Next they'll have us holding hands and singing camp songs. Maaaan..." she mutters, obviously not looking forward to these things.

"Holding hands and singing camp songs?" Felix echoes. "I'd PAY to see that happen. and no, the scavenger hunt isn't mandatory." Felix is ... less than impressed with Laura's 'tude. "As for what working with means, mostly it's learning to control and use your senses to the fullest without getting knocked on your ass by something in the process."

"It's not mandatory, but it's good bonding. Or, at the very least, it's a good way to avoid seeing me gloat at your Squad Monitor when our squad wins. A little healthy competition," Wesley says with a grin. "And he's talking about powers training. In your case, I have /no/ idea what that'd mean, unless Felix is planning to give the school /another/ bloodhound," he admits. "For me... well, it mostly involved a lot of sitting with electrodes hooked up to me trying to fiddle with my metabolism." He turns to Felix. "Give the girl a break, man, she just got here." He looks to Laura. "You have any questions about how things work around here?"

"Good to know..." Laura says, looking a little relieved. An eyebrow is arched at Felix at his tone before she adds, "I'm just kind of... allergic to stuff like that. Oil and water and such. That's all." She pauses, then points out, "Look, I'm just not a big team-player, alright? I don't like big crowded activities and don't like crap that makes me feel like I'm in the damned Brady Bunch." Sighing once more, she adds, seeming a bit agitated now, "As for 'working with', got it. Makes sense. Xavier said something like that was part of the purpose of this place when he brought me in." Arching an eyebrow, she asks, "Give the school another bloodhound? What's that mean?" For a moment, she looks between Wesley and Felix as Wes gives the teacher a bit of hell. Finally, she shakes her head at Wesley and says, "Nope. I guess not. Since asking shit seems to piss people off, so... nadda here."

Felix finally starts to realize he's maybe being a bit harsh, and gives a sigh. "Sorry, sorry. There's a reason my only class amounts to 'torture the kids outside for hours'. I'm not the most ... congenial person in the mansion." Hey, at least he admits it. "What he meant by the bloodhound comment is that the training /I/ mentioned would enable you to track pretty much anything you wanted to without getting overwhelmed by other sensory information."

"Felix knows what perfume the girls are wearing. From here," Wes explains. "And seriously, ask away, it's kind of part of my job description. If it's out of line, well, just don't expect an answer," he says with a grin.

"Yeah, well... I know you're a teacher and all, but... I have my -reasons- for not liking that crap, okay? Not tryin' to be a bitch about it..." Laura replies, tightening her arms over her chest a bit tighter. She makes a bit of a jerking motion away from the pair toward the door, though she doesn't leave just yet. A curtain of hair falls a bit before one of her eyes. Her somewhat blunt yet playful demeanor has very rapidly disappeared. "Anyway... I do fine on my own. I don't need to know what perfume the other girls are wearing. And I'm not a dog. But thanks for the offer anyway... maybe I should just go and see if I can find my room. Thanks for the welcome, guys. Suppose I'll be around or somethin'."

"Felix, as much as you might /love/ knowing what's for dinner from two floors away, chill out," Wes says to him. "Let her settle in, and I don't think you can /force/ her to take powers training with you, any more than you could force me to /not/ bust your chops." He looks to Laura. "Really sorry about him, like he said, he's... kind of socially retarded. No pressure, but, if you have questions about anything about how this school works, you know where to find me now."

Looking between the two, Laura hitches up a shoulder and sniffs briefly at the air. Though is it to smell something or because she's maybe getting sniffly? If it's the latter, she's hiding it. "Yeah, whatever. G'night... I'll... let you get back to givin' each other shit or whatever it was you were doing," she mutters and turns, heading out the door with her hands shoving in her pockets.
Wes assembles items for the scavenger hunt, gets involved in alphabetical insults with Felix, and meets the new girl
Scavenger Item Total: 4