Nate Grey (shaman2012) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-11-13 13:21:00 |
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Who: Nate Grey OT Seraph
What: Day 9 of Having a Body Again, o and also, roommate shenanigans!
When: Sunday early morning (forward dated 1 day)
Where: Shaman & Seraph's room
Warnings: TBD
Swiss biologist and psychologist Jean Piaget posited that children progress through 4 stages of cognitive development, among them, the Sensorimotor stage (usu. birth to 2 years old). The infant builds an understanding of himself or herself and reality (and how things work) through interactions with the environment. It is able to differentiate between itself and other objects. Learning takes place via assimilation (the organization of information and absorbing it into existing schema) and accommodation (when an object cannot be assimilated and the schemata have to be modified to include the object).
Nate never wanted to see this side of dawn again. As per usual, instead of going to his room at night to sleep like a normal person, Nate's voyage of self-discovery instead had him roaming the grounds during the day as far as the gated walls and back. Since Harrison's admonishment last Thursday night about the dangers of hypothermia and exposure, he had been trying to remember to at least come in at night, or when he felt cold enough that he couldn't stop shivering and he got that tight feeling on his shoulders that told him he had probably been outside in the cold too long. Or when he failed to wear shoes, as was often the case. However, this only meant he had floors of a sprawling manor to explore, and he would do so until he collapsed from sheer exhaustion. It wasn't uncommon to find Nate asleep in the rec room, or in the infirmary. He had even managed to sneak into the Excalibur offices one night, where he was chased out by the man who talked funny and smelled of cigarettes a lot. The hallway floors weren't out of the question, any hallway, as well as the library and even Xavier's office, who had merely had Cooper bring Nate a blanket and offered him tea. That was a pleasant morning.
Last night, he had passed out cold, his limbs all odd angles here and there in one of the rec room couches. He had been rudely woken up by a snickering hairy man who'd come to watch the news. At six in the morning. The reason for the snickering became apparent when he touched his face and his hand came back covered in whipped cream. Somebody had drawn an edible smiley face on him, so that now his face and hair were all sticky, even though he'd eaten most of the cream itself on his way up to his room. He padded in, barefoot, in jeans and the T-shirt Rascal had given him on his first day out of the infirmary that was too short for his long torso. He was also still wearing that frumpy, sleepy pout that made him look about four years old.
He tried to be quiet, but near-sleepwalking barefoot into a semi-darkened room meant he promptly stubbed his toe and yelped. He jumped away and his butt hit the chair in front of his desk he'd never used, which then bumped into the desk. Nate had collected several books from the library, wanting to learn everything there was to learn about everything. They were soon forgotten, since he couldn't be arsed to actually sit still long enough to read any of them, so there they sat in the dark. As the desk shook, the precariously stacked books left too close to the edge took a fatal fall.
It wasn't his most quiet entrance. Nate curled in on himself where he stood, ducking his head and covering his ears with his hands, as if that would do any good to his poor roommate. He froze there. He couldn't say why. Perhaps he was hoping against hope Seraph had somehow slept through that?