SUMMARY! Backdated like woah. Megan brings JM a teddy bear and the two girls have a chat :D
Megan: True to her word, Megan had acquired teddy bears at the carnival. She wasn’t sure exactly how much of her weekly paycheck had gone into the effort, but she’d succeeded and that was what mattered. While the petite mutant didn’t entirely get the details of the situation with Aurora and Jeanne-Marie, she did know that it was something serious and not exactly something to be made fun of like a few people at the hotel seemed to think. People in the hotel could be so mean to each other sometimes, and it just didn’t make sense to her as to why they would. There were too many bad things for them all to face outside of the safe haven Paradise provided for anyone to intentionally be causing problems within. As blissfully clueless as Megan was and sometimes pretended to be about certain things, she noticed others more than some might give her credit for. It was clear to just about anyone how much Jean-Paul cared for his sister and did his best to look after her. And even though JP could at times be one of the meaner individuals at the hotel, someone who took such diligence in looking after their family couldn’t be all bad. There was a nice guy in there somewhere, she knew it! So yes, there was a teddy bear for him as well!
Honestly, it would have been easier for Megan to just teleport up to Jeanne-Marie’s room to deliver the first of the teddy bears, but that was far too lazy for her tastes. Walking them up hadn’t worked well either since each was about as big as she was and she couldn’t properly carry them and see around them to see where she was going. So flying was the option she’d went with, each hand gripping the arm of one teddy bear, keeping high enough off the floor so neither would drag on the way. Stopping outside Jeanne-Marie’s room, she knocked eagerly. “Hey! Uh…” Her sentence trailed off briefly as Megan realized she wasn’t entirely sure which girl to expect answering the door. After a moment she decided to settle for just announcing herself and let the person in the room do the introductions when they opened the door. “It’s Megan! I have something for you!”
Jeanne-Marie: Jeanne-Marie wasn't exactly entirely aware about what was wrong with her either, Megan, so you weren't really alone there. She knew there was another girl living in her head, and that her brother had called it Dissociative Identity Disorder and that the schism had occurred many years ago. But she didn't know why, or how it happened, and why it was still happening. And it frightened her that people in the hotel seemed to know her more as this demon Aurora, and not Jeanne-Marie. After the explosion in her journal, Jeanne-Marie had logged out and stayed hidden away in her room, not really wanting to read the awful things people said about her, or even the nice things. She didn't deserve either, in her opinion. Rogue had taken her brother and her out to dinner but that was as far as she had ventured.
So here she was at this point in time, holed up in her bedroom with a book in her hands and doing her best not to let herself transition into oblivion. Already she could feel something attempting to push her out, and she was doing her best to stay focused on something that wasn't her apparent lack of sanity. So she was reading Winnie the Pooh. Happy books for an attempt at a happy afternoon, or something. When there was a knock at a door, she started a little. Jeanne-Marie was a nervous sort of person - sort of like a squirrel: NO SUDDEN MOVEMENTS. Getting to her feet, she made her way over to the door and carefully opened it a smidgen, peeking out to see...a pink haired fairy, apparently. Jeanne-Marie didn't get out much, and so the girl's face was only slightly familiar to her. "Uh...Bonjour?" Her voice was a little more unsure than Aurora's loud and confident one, and unlike her more obnoxious alter, who chose to use French to annoy, Jeanne-Marie did it because her English was not really all that crash hot without a dictionary on hand. "--Good afternoon." Quick correction and small blush.
Megan:Omg, Winnie the Pooh was AWESOME! Good choice there. It’s probably be a pretty easy guess as to which character in that series was always her favorite. Tee eye double guh er! Love that crazy cat. Only better tiger in the world was the one in Calvin and Hobbes.
It probably wouldn’t help Jeanne-Marie to know, but Megan did like Aurora too. To her, the brunette just seemed so boisterous and fun, even if a little bit reckless at times. Kind of like her friend Kiden! It suddenly hit Megan that there could be a massive kink in her plans if neither JM or Aurora were in the room at the moment. And then she would have hauled these up here for nothing. Boo. Thankfully, the door was answered, and the face peeking out at her was met with an ear to ear grin. “Hi! I’m glad you’re here!” Putting one of the bears down Megan hefted the other, hooking the gift under its stuffed arms to properly present it. Peeking her head from around the bear now occupying much of the doorway, Megan went on in a happily chirruping tone, not noting any reluctance or shyness there may have been on the other end. Things like that can usually be fixed with a good infusion of niceness! And if there was anything Megan had in abundance, nice was certainly it. “I got you a teddy bear! I hope you like teddy bears, most people like teddy bears!” Come on, who didn’t? They were cute and soft and this one was even big enough for you to hug or cuddle with if you needed to cheer yourself up or just needed a hug.
Jeanne-Marie: Jeanne-Marie was rather partial to Eyore. Piglet was quite lovely, too, but she held a special place in her heart for that quiet little sad Donkey.
Jeanne-Marie didn't really have a problem with other people liking Aurora, per se, it just worried her that the other multiple was far more recognisable as being Jean-Paul's sister and the other Beaubier. Jeanne-Marie was kind of concerned that she'd end up loosing her identity to Aurora altogether, and that? Was rather a scary thought. As the bear was presented to her, Jeanne-Marie opened the door a little wider, staring at it with a rather bemused expression, "Oh...merci, that is...very thoughtful of you..." And now she was wondering if Megan was here to see her or Aurora. Why exactly she was giving her a Teddy Bear, JM wasn't exaclt sure. "I have never had a teddy, before." She finally conceeded, opening the door a little further to allow the pink haired girl to come in, if she wanted.
Megan:Eeyore did have a charm his own, and there was a definite similarity. So many times you just wanted to give Eeyore a hug or get him a gift- kind of like Megan was doing now with Jeanne-Marie! Sometimes people do nice tings for each other just because, no reason needed.
Maybe Jeanne-Marie just needed to put herself out there a little more? Aurora was all over the place and in a lot of people’s faces so it was almost impossible to not encounter her at some point. Megan really didn’t have leanings either way as to which of them she was aiming for giving the teddy bear too. Technically, they would both have it anyway and it was more of a ‘the thought that counts’ gesture anyway. “Well now you do!” Zipping into the room, Megan deposited the bear into an empty chair, sitting it up like a person. She then zipped back inside, hauling the second one in as well. “I got one for JP too! And look, the bears are twins too! Just like you guys!” At that Megan held the second bear up for inspection so that JM could see that the bears were indeed identical. “I hope he likes his! Everyone should have a teddy bear at least once in their life!” It was quite possible Megan’s room housed its own small collection of stuffed animals. Shush. The hotel’s resident pixie was nothing if not an overgrown kid.
Jeanne-Marie: Plus Eeyore was semi broken what with his tail that always fell off, and if Jeanne-Marie ever forced herself to get introspective, one could not indeed deny that there were some morbid sort of similarities between the two. Despite the fact that Eeyore was, you know. A donkey.
Asking Jeanne-Marie to put herself out there was sort of like asking a leopard to change its spots. In another life she may have been the life of the party - Aurora but with a stronger sense of morals, control and responsibility, but unfortunately, that could never be the case, and so she did the best she could with what she had. "Oh, mais oui Jean-Paul would like his very much, I think." She smiled quietly, moving toward her own teddy and reaching out to gently touch its cute little ears, "Desolee -- I am sorry, I do not know your name?" How could she thank this delightfully generous pink haired girl if she didn't know her name? Whoever she was, Jeanne-Marie felt she quite liked her- she was rather endearing. And if Jeanne-Marie ever saw her room, she probably wouldn't know what to say - the only toy she'd ever really owned was a tiny sad looking rag doll she'd been given as a baby by the orphanage. The doll had long since dissapeared but the friend had remained, funnily enough.
Megan: And Tigger was a hyperactive little pest that people either seemed to love or hate. The similarities go on and on on both sides here. They seriously need to get a group together to dress up as their corresponding personalities in the 100 acre wood this Halloween. How awesome would that be?
When Megan was little, her toys were more along the line of the classics than a lot of the robotic or electronic things that eventually started to be popular. It was probably a by-product of having been raised mostly by her grandparents, who just really sometimes didn’t get the ‘new fangled toys’ and largely stuck with the classics. So early she fell in love with simple dolls, stuffed animals, things that it took some imagination to get the ultimate fun out of. Even before her hair turned color and she’d sprouted wings, imagination had never been something Megan had exactly lacked. And hmm, the smaller girl was thought she had introduced herself outside the door. Then again, that was talking through a door and voices did not always carry well through- whatever the doors here were made out of, and she could have just as easily had a spazzy moment and not actually said it. Not that it mattered to Megan, being generally easy going like she was. “Oh, I’m Megan!” Another big grin, and Megan finally set her feet back on the ground, suddenly realizing she hadn’t gotten around to that yet. There was the automatic urge to return the request and ask who she was talking to, but Megan’s common sense was working at the moment and she resisted. She really didn’t want to upset anyone, if that was an upsetting question. Megan really isn’t sure what the protocol is here but she’s trying? Maybe she should have gotten three bears instead of just two? Oh no, she hadn’t even thought about that! Sljsdfaljfsljfsjfsajfsd Ok, well, there wasn’t anything she could do about that right now, so onward and upward. “Everyone here isn’t mean and shallow, I promise. I just think sometimes they’re louder.” Megan could be pretty loud herself, but she fell into the serious minority as one of those who was loud and nice.
Jeanne-Marie: Jeanne-Marie was a little formal, and liked formal introductions. She'd sort of been in her own little world at the beginning when Megan had knocked on the door, hence her asking for the girl's name again. She offered a smile that was a little wider, this time, and dipped her head shyly, "Merci beau coup, Megan. Th-thank you. It really is very kind of you to bring us these." She didn't exactly share things with Aurora - the two had somehow managed to sort out who got which drawer - but don't worry Megan! Aurora would just pretend the teddy was hers during which time she was up front! Regardless of the fact, it would take its place proudly at the head of their bed, so they could both enjoy him.
A brief shake of her head, at Megan's last comment, Jeanne-Marie ran her hands down her skirt, smoothing it out a little - more to give her hands something to do than for any real reason. "I am not..." A pause and then she started again, "They just do not understand. Some people will lash out when they come across something that does not make sense to them." Unfortunately it was just more of the same for Jeanne-Marie, who had gotten that kind of crap from her orphanage/school for years. Probably worse, considering how cruel children can be when they lack a filter. "They would not be here, if they did not need help, also." Watch Jeanne-Marie be forgiving and turn the other cheek and all that jazz. "And I know not everyone here is like that." IE.: She thinks you're lovely, Megan!
Megan:Megan would never really be one to complain about making multiple introductions. There were so many people here that sometimes she couldn’t keep them all straight. It was something short of a miracle that she succeeded at that as often as she did. There certainly were days when her brain seemed to be made of swiss cheese and everything just slipped right through the holes.
She had been pretty sure Jeanne-Marie would be in agreement on the whole people should be nicer angle, but it was still nice to hear someone else voice the same opinion. Sometimes it seemed like the only ones who ever spoke up were the ones either making fun of people or the ones trying to reiterate for 1000th time how much better they were than everyone else, which was just as equally retarded. Smiling and nodding, Megan plopped herself down on the floor Indian style. She was going to stay for a second and chat, if you don’t mind. Girl talk time! Perfect opportunity to dish and/or bitch about something. “Oh, I know, right? Everyone here is in kinda the same sitch, so it doesn’t even make sense for people to be mean to each other! Mean people really do suck.” Ah, wisdom of the ages. Or at least a prime concept in Meganology.
Jeanne-Marie: Sorry, Megan, if Jeanne-Marie seems a little bit awkward around you - she was not really a people person and was more than a little bit twitchy around new faces. When Megan plopped herself down, Jeanne-Marie stared for a moment, sort of hovering and not knowing exactly what to do, before carefully lowering herself to the ground too, clasping her hands in front of her and ducking her head slightly, watching Megan through her lashes.
"Hm, oui, it does not." People should not throw stones at glass houses, or something. They certainly had no right to treat others in such a manner. "People should treat others how they themselves would want to be treated." That's what they said at school, anyway. "But people cannot be mean to you, can they? I have trouble believing that." The girl was so nice!
Megan:“They so should! The whole world would be so much nicer if everybody was just a little- nicer.” Hmm, that hadn’t as much punch out loud as it did in her head, but she was still on the same wavelength here. Be as awkward as you want, Jeanne-Marie. Megan sometimes had a habit of doing her best to pull people out of their shells, especially if she thought they were nice people that the world would be a better place if there were more of. One of these days she just might drag you out for ice cream and shopping, or a movie or something! Megan is extremely flexible activitywise.
The second question made Megan grin, wide and almost mischievous. “Oh, I kinda get on some people’s nerves.” Sometimes on purpose if the person has been mean to her before. Megan never would have though that being sweet and childlike and oblivious could make some people want to tear their hair out, but every now and then it actually worked pretty well. And it was kind of her thing so she was keeping at it. “I don’t like it when people are mean to my friends or mean for no reason, so I tell them. A lot of them don’t really like that.” It could never be said that Megan was one to hold back her own opinions. If you were acting like a butthead, chances were she was going to call you a butthead and let you know about it. Her shoulders briefly moved up and down in a brief shrug. “But that’s ok! There are plenty of other people here who aren’t, and those are the ones I like better anyway. Like you!” BIIIG GRIN. That’s right, Jeanne-Marie, Aurora, and anyone else who might be in there, you’ve got a friend whether you want one or not! She just might bust out into that song from Toy Story if she gets really excited about it one of these days.
Jeanne-Marie: Jeanne-Marie flashed a quick smile and actually laughed a little. Very quietly. You might have missed it, if not for the lovely shade of pink she turned right after. Laughter was not something she did, very often - this was proved by the fact she sort of flinched involuntarily; a kneejerk reaction from the time she spent growing up in DuPonts where frivolity was severely punished. It probably would help her if she were dragged out more often (Aurora often thought her brother wrapped Jeanne-Marie in cotton wool, trying to protect the little thing from everyone and everything. How droll.) Good luck to Megan if she could take on that task!!
Oh dear God, if Megan ever burst into song, Jeanne-Marie would probably...frown in dissaproval or something. Such displays were unladylike and unbecoming, or so the nuns back at school had told her. Obviously she'd keep this to herself, should the situation ever arise, because Jeanne-Marie didn't want to loose a friend she'd just gained. "Well...ah...merci." She blushed once again, dipping her head shyly. "And you should never stop letting yourself be heard, it is very noble of you that you stand up for others." Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness. Or something. Whatever, go you, Megan. Jeanne-Marie thought you were ace, pink hair, wings and all. Speaking of wings, "I...hope you do not mind my asking, Megan, can you fly, with your--with your wings?" Jeanne-Marie admired them very much! Also, she was curious.
Megan: Megan did not miss that smile! And it helped keep her smile intact. Jeanne-Marie wasn’t feeling all down anymore, and that had been her goal. Wheee! “Don’t worry, I kind of have a big mouth. I always speak up!” She’d even managed to wear Maddie down once, that was a crowning achievement in her field of annoyance.
At the question about her wings, Megan’s eyes lit up a little. “Of course I can!” Within seconds, she was on her feet, then hovering a few inches above the floor, wings moving rapidly behind her with a barely audible hum. “These are NOT just for show!” Even though she had to hide them so much and it did make her life more difficult, Megan was proud of her wings. “And you can fly too, right?” she knows JP has mentioned that at least once. And they can do it without wings, which in and of itself was a neat thing. Still, Megan wasn’t envious. She rather liked the fact that her mutation made her look like a punky drawing by Amy Brown. "We should go flying sometime!"
Jeanne-Marie: She leaned back a little as Megan stood up, watching with wide, whimsical eyes as her feet left the ground. "What a gift from god, that is..." she murmered, almost a little whistfully. Because even though yes, technically Aurora could fly, Jeanne-Marie had only done it once, many many years ago. (After trying to kill herself by jumping off a balcony, shh, details). A brief shake of her head, "Non--no. No I cannot fly. I--I did, once." Only Jean-Paul knows this, apparently she trusted Megan enough to tell her, too. "But I never have been able to, again, like mon frere." She should work on that. Maybe she and Megan should go out and some time and attemtp to teach her. "I am not sure how safe it would be," she added quickly, so as not to make it appear as though she was at all jealous that she could not access that particular part of her body, "without beautiful wings like yours."
Megan: By now Megan was grinning ear to ear. It wasn’t often she got to show off her wings! And she had noticed sometimes around the hotel it got to the point where little things like that were overlooked. Not that anyone with a trait that made it obvious they had powers was any better or worse than someone who didn’t, but everyone here could do awesome thigs and sometimes cool stuff came along with that. Like Warren with his angel wings! Or the fact that Cessily was silver like a pretty mirror! Or that Angelo was gray like one of those old cartoons! And that was almost exactly the idea that she was having, to go out and practice. “Weeell, we can try! I can be there to help you and catch you if you fall!” And if things get truly dire, she can always teleport them both to safety. “And I bet your brother would help! He knows how!”
Jeanne-Marie: Jeanne-Marie was cerainly never one to gawk, but she also certainly never let things like wings or, you know, bright pink hair go unnoticed. There was such a strange beauty in the unordinary. her brother's ears, for instance, in her opinion made him all the more handsome (though she'd never admit the same for her own.) A small, shy smile, "Merci...I think I would need to be caught. I do not know if I will ever be successful but it would be nice if I could share that, with my brother, like--like she does." A beat, "You are very kind, Megan, I am sorry, I should not be rambling like this."
Megan: Exactly! ‘Strange beauty’, Megan would think that phrase fit perfectly. Jeanne-Marie should be proud of her ears! Ears, wings, skin, hair- it all made them stand out and was such an integral part of who they were, and they just wouildn’t be the same otherwise. Grinning again as she touched back down to the floor, Megan shook her head, pink and black swishing around her neck as she did. “No, it’s ok! Ramble away!” Jeanne-Marie was talking more, wich meant she was more comfortable, and that was a good thing! Megan really didn’t like the idea of anyone here hiding away from everyone else when they hadn’t done anything wrong and had no reason to! That was just kind of horrible. “I bet you’ll pick it up in no time. You wouldn’t have the power if you couldn’t do something with it, right?” not an entirely true statement, as some of the residents in the hotel could tell her. And there was even the mattter of her own soul dagger for example, but that was magic and weird and completely differnet and shh, she’s being positvie here. And hmm, since Jeanne-Marie was feeling better, maybe it was time for her to venture out, even if only to the kitchen? There were some rumblings in Megan’s tummy that needed to not be ignored right now. “Hey, have you eaten? Are you hungry? Cause I am! I know there’s some leftovers in the fridge from the last time Rougue cooked.” Because Megan was one of Rougue’s handy dandy kitchen helpers sometimes, and thus knew exactly when there were leftovers and all that jazz. “And I know where some cake is hidden too!” Because Megan is a sugar fiend and knew if she left it out in the open someone like Corbo would come along and eat ALL of it and not leave any for anyone else.
Jeanne-Marie: Regardless of wheher she could access her powers or not, Jeanne-Marie still had the metabolism of a speedster, and thus she was always hungry. Not to mention the fact that the girl tended to neglect herself with regards to food, and on occasion had to be reminded by her brother to eat. Whoops! "Uh..." She nearly shook her head, shyness getting the better of her, but her politeness eventually prevailed and she offered Megan a small little smile, "Oui, I am also." She made a move to stand up, "Mer--thank you, Megan." It was so strange to have people be so supportive of her. Jeanne-Marie spent all her life being treated otherwise, this was a nice change. "I think leftovers sounds like a very nice idea."
Megan: Megan wasn’t so much always hungry as always wanting sugar or snackage. The amount of real food she consumed versus the amount of snack food and sweets was enough to make someone wonder if she had a buggy metabolism to go along with her powers. So she kind of did the same thing, only in a diff way. But with her helping Rogue in the kitchen, it did help with the not so much eating like the only thing she had access to was a vending machine. “Awesome!” Megan actually bounced in place with excitement. Getting JM out of her room and maybe interacting with other people was a good start. Grabbing the considerably taller girl’s hand, Megan started pulling her towards the door. Megan was pretty sure JM wasn’t the only person in the hotel who just needed a little unexpected dose of niceness in order to make things…a little more bearable for them. And if she could help provide it, well, Megan considered it effort well spent, and a day that was extremely worthwhile in the grand scheme of things.
Jeanne-Marie: It wasn't long before Jeanne-Marie's hand was snatched out of Megan's - certainly not out of rudeness, probably more just out of sheer panic. Jeanne-Marie had a very wide personal space bubble. She did not like to be touched by anyone save her brother, and often even the act of simple hand holding was something she wasn't really comfortable with. Sorry Megan!
She did, however, follow dutifully beside her new friend, keeping her steps short so as to not complete outstride the shorter girl. Flashing a somewhat nervous smile toward Megan, she asked quietly, "You do not drag all of the girls down to the kitchen, do you?"
Megan:Sorry about that, JM. Megan sometimes has little to no concept of personal space, especially where someone she liked was concerned. But she understood that some people were not the same way or just had some days they wanted a personal bubble or something.
If Jeanne-Marie got too fast a pace, Megan can always fly to keep up! Her wings can carry her faster than her feet just about any day “Some! But I only show the nice ones where the cake is!” This is very true. Megan does not share her sweets with just anyone, especially the ones of the homemade and baked kind. “There’s always something in the kitchen, especially since Rogue cooks now, but if you have stuff you really want to keep I’d still say hide it somewhere. Like in plain sight. I kept three pints of ice cream hidden under the frozen peas in the freezer for like, two weeks!” Which might be a record around here. You just had to bury it under enough stuff people who didn’t know anything was there would give up and stop looking before they got to it.
Jeanne-Marie: It's okay, Megan. Jeanne-Marie probably had far too much concept of personal space, and so the two made a good (or perhaps very bad) pair.
"I do not have anything that I would want to hide..." Jeanne-Marie admitted with a blush, "Mon frere mostly buys my food, and I do not know who owns some of the food in the kitchen, so I prefer to just let it be..." A small awkward sort of shrug, and she fell silent as they made their way down into the kitchen. Regardless of whether she had access to Aurora's powers or not, Jeanne-Marie still ate a lot, and she was glad to have a friend like Megan remind her that it was okay to help yourself to food. Or something.
Megan: They could be a good pair! Two extremes can meet in the middle someplace and end up somewhere kind of normal. Megan could certainly do with calming down a few notched and JM could do with letting go a few more, so hey, it could work.
Megan was hopping down a few steps at a time instead of walking down them. “Well if you ever do I’ll tell you how to hide things! Some of the stuff is just for anybody and the stuff that isn’t usually the person puts their name on it or something.” But like she’s said, people don’t always pay attention to that. “But like I said, there’s community food now!” Which can be a good thing or a bad thing considering some of the people in their ‘community’. “So it’s almost like an adventure if you don’t go in the kitchen for a few days!” Adventures in food foraging. Oh yeah. You’re so gonna be a pro at this by the time Megan gets done with you, JM.