Log Post.
I totally fail and lost my copy of the Mira,Michael,Jackson,Amp log. Go read it on someone else's LJ though!
=XS= Back Patio and Swimming Pool - Xavier's School
The patio is a mixture of grades of cobblestone, flanked with a few flowering bushes and other flora along the outside edges. Its footprint is in the space between the wings of the mansion where the glass walls of the arboretum leave off. A grill and picnic table rests to the side, just under the ledge of the house's roof. The area just outside the kitchen leads to a large pool area. Landscaped with slate around the edges instead of poured concrete, the pool is sloped with both a shallow end and deep end with enough depth for a diving board. A circular in-ground jacuzzi bubbles invitingly just off the shallow end. Chairs and white chaise lounges line along the pool, and a hammock is strung up between two maple trees.
"You know, that was totally less boring than I thought it would be," Cassy admits cheerfully, fresh from her first tactics lesson. "I was half expecting you'd have me cleaning chimneys. I'd even practised by watching Mary Poppins."
"That's a thought, you cleaning chimneys. Of course, I doubt they'd be clean, and I'd have to fear for the fires you'd cause by not doing the job completely," Scott rubs his chin as he glances at the student thoughtfully, "The idea does have merit though." he jokes, or does he?
"You'd really risk me doing a medley of songs from musicals?" Cassy asks with an impish grin. "Besides not even /I'm/ thin enough to fit up the chimneys, I already looked into it as a way out of the school."
A roll of the man's eyes, hidden thankfully behind his glasses and his other body language is carefully schooled to hide the movement, "Now that would have been a fun one to hear you explain. 'So Cassy, do you want to exaplain exactlyhow it was you got stuck halfway up the chimney with no way out?'" Scott says with an amused note in his voice, "I'm sure the explanation would have been classic."
"I'd have just claimed I was trying to grab one of Jubilee's old candy stashes," Cassy replies solemnly. "I /was/ smart enough to measure the size before I tried climbing up it. Besides I'm fairly sure it's been shut off, we don't burn much in the mansion. Well not nearly as much as we'd like to."
"See, tactical planning already, just do me a favor and no more military actions until you're better at it, okay?" Scott asks, half serious, half teasing. "Especially no escapes when we've told you to stay in for a very sound reason."
"It was hardly the worst plan in the world," Cassy says sullenly. "And it was purely information gathering, I was saving the military action for my final year. After all I don't want to burn out too soon."
Scott shakes his head, "I'd rather you not burn out at all, Cassy. Just keep in mind that tactics sometimes dictate that certain assets /don't/ go into a certain mission. Sometimes the reasons for that are plain and obvious, other times they aren't. And sometimes we're all given orders that we don't like to follow, that doesn't mean you don't follow them," Scott says. "Anyway, how are the rest of your classes going, now that everything is starting to get relatively back to normal?"
"You mean aside from the knife incident? Which I totally have a theory about by the way," Cassy wonders, forcing a smile. "Pretty good, I'm still having to spend a ton of extra time to get some of the math and science stuff."
"Well, comparatively normal," Scott admits after a moment, turning his gaze to the view past the pool, "Have you considered asking for a tutor? Someone to help you out?"
Cassy shakes her head. "Nah I'll be fine," she promises. "And if I make myself learn the stuff the hard way it sticks so much better." She frowns and then adds "Not gonna ask me what my theory behind the mystery is? It's /totally/ going to be proven right."
A pause, attention going back to the student, ruby gaze firmly planted on Cassy. "Sure, what's your theory?" Scott asks, seeing no harm in humoring her and listening.
"Telepath," Cassy says solemnly. "From outside the school. The powers required to do all the ghost stuff are simply explained by memory changes and wild rumours which'd develop as a result. The car in the tree was done while under mind control and so was the knife." She glances at her fingers, as if counting points off. "And yeah Tim as the target gets CPS involved, which could lead to Amp being outted. Which leaves the school in a bit of trouble with the Government."
"Possible, but the people that could lift the car into the tree without damage aren't that highly numbered," Scott notes, giving her a nod at least at the reasoning. "We'll have to see what the evidence has to say though, since the things you say are merely supposition and conjecture, without anything to back it up," Scott notes.
Cassy shrugs. "It made more sense than someone breaking into the school to do it," she replies. "Or a ghost. I mean I can't see /any/ of us doing it, not without letting something slip."
"I dunno, some of you seem rather devious at times," Scott notes, a faint twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "I really don't know what it is right now, Cassy. Not enough information for me to make a sound judgement based on what is known. Too many guesses without enough proof to show which one of the guesses might be right," Scott says. In other words, the jury's still out and this particular teacher isn't jumping to any conclusions yet.
"Well /I/ didn't do it," Cassy promises. "And I want to catch whoever did, they're totally showing me up."
A slight chuckle as Scott takes that in, "I would think that the better reason to catch them is that they're going to get someone hurt, not because they're pranks are better than yours. We really don't need you trying to show up whoever, or whatever, is doing this, Cassy," Scott says, the last is said sternly as he really doesn't need that headache.
Cassy rolls her eyes. "My pranks have way more style."
"We don't have a pranks class, so you don't get marks for style," Scott notes, rising from his seat and sliding his hands into his pockets. "Well, I'll talk to you later to schedule your next lesson, Cassy. I should get started on the papers I've got to grade."
"You're not ever allowed to repeat this," Cassy warns. "But I'm actually looking forward to it."
A student telling a teacher not to tell something to others, it's becoming a trend! "Which part, the theory you have, or that you want to outdo whoever is doing this?"
"That I'm looking forward to the next lesson," Cassy explains in a theatrical whisper. "It's widely known I consider this upstart a rival and well you can tell Doctor Grey my theory. I mean it wouldn't hurt to maybe up the mind security past the tinfoil hat level."
"Like anyone would believe me if I told them you were enjoying classes," Scott mock scoffs, "Talk to you later," Scott says and then heads back into the mansion proper
"Hehe probably not," Cassy agrees, pulling a crumpled pixie stick from her pocket. "Cya laters, I'm totally late for my daily run around the grounds."
=XS= Back Patio and Swimming Pool - Xavier's School
The patio is a mixture of grades of cobblestone, flanked with a few flowering bushes and other flora along the outside edges. Its footprint is in the space between the wings of the mansion where the glass walls of the arboretum leave off. A grill and picnic table rests to the side, just under the ledge of the house's roof. The area just outside the kitchen leads to a large pool area. Landscaped with slate around the edges instead of poured concrete, the pool is sloped with both a shallow end and deep end with enough depth for a diving board. A circular in-ground jacuzzi bubbles invitingly just off the shallow end. Chairs and white chaise lounges line along the pool, and a hammock is strung up between two maple trees.
"You know, that was totally less boring than I thought it would be," Cassy admits cheerfully, fresh from her first tactics lesson. "I was half expecting you'd have me cleaning chimneys. I'd even practised by watching Mary Poppins."
"That's a thought, you cleaning chimneys. Of course, I doubt they'd be clean, and I'd have to fear for the fires you'd cause by not doing the job completely," Scott rubs his chin as he glances at the student thoughtfully, "The idea does have merit though." he jokes, or does he?
"You'd really risk me doing a medley of songs from musicals?" Cassy asks with an impish grin. "Besides not even /I'm/ thin enough to fit up the chimneys, I already looked into it as a way out of the school."
A roll of the man's eyes, hidden thankfully behind his glasses and his other body language is carefully schooled to hide the movement, "Now that would have been a fun one to hear you explain. 'So Cassy, do you want to exaplain exactlyhow it was you got stuck halfway up the chimney with no way out?'" Scott says with an amused note in his voice, "I'm sure the explanation would have been classic."
"I'd have just claimed I was trying to grab one of Jubilee's old candy stashes," Cassy replies solemnly. "I /was/ smart enough to measure the size before I tried climbing up it. Besides I'm fairly sure it's been shut off, we don't burn much in the mansion. Well not nearly as much as we'd like to."
"See, tactical planning already, just do me a favor and no more military actions until you're better at it, okay?" Scott asks, half serious, half teasing. "Especially no escapes when we've told you to stay in for a very sound reason."
"It was hardly the worst plan in the world," Cassy says sullenly. "And it was purely information gathering, I was saving the military action for my final year. After all I don't want to burn out too soon."
Scott shakes his head, "I'd rather you not burn out at all, Cassy. Just keep in mind that tactics sometimes dictate that certain assets /don't/ go into a certain mission. Sometimes the reasons for that are plain and obvious, other times they aren't. And sometimes we're all given orders that we don't like to follow, that doesn't mean you don't follow them," Scott says. "Anyway, how are the rest of your classes going, now that everything is starting to get relatively back to normal?"
"You mean aside from the knife incident? Which I totally have a theory about by the way," Cassy wonders, forcing a smile. "Pretty good, I'm still having to spend a ton of extra time to get some of the math and science stuff."
"Well, comparatively normal," Scott admits after a moment, turning his gaze to the view past the pool, "Have you considered asking for a tutor? Someone to help you out?"
Cassy shakes her head. "Nah I'll be fine," she promises. "And if I make myself learn the stuff the hard way it sticks so much better." She frowns and then adds "Not gonna ask me what my theory behind the mystery is? It's /totally/ going to be proven right."
A pause, attention going back to the student, ruby gaze firmly planted on Cassy. "Sure, what's your theory?" Scott asks, seeing no harm in humoring her and listening.
"Telepath," Cassy says solemnly. "From outside the school. The powers required to do all the ghost stuff are simply explained by memory changes and wild rumours which'd develop as a result. The car in the tree was done while under mind control and so was the knife." She glances at her fingers, as if counting points off. "And yeah Tim as the target gets CPS involved, which could lead to Amp being outted. Which leaves the school in a bit of trouble with the Government."
"Possible, but the people that could lift the car into the tree without damage aren't that highly numbered," Scott notes, giving her a nod at least at the reasoning. "We'll have to see what the evidence has to say though, since the things you say are merely supposition and conjecture, without anything to back it up," Scott notes.
Cassy shrugs. "It made more sense than someone breaking into the school to do it," she replies. "Or a ghost. I mean I can't see /any/ of us doing it, not without letting something slip."
"I dunno, some of you seem rather devious at times," Scott notes, a faint twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "I really don't know what it is right now, Cassy. Not enough information for me to make a sound judgement based on what is known. Too many guesses without enough proof to show which one of the guesses might be right," Scott says. In other words, the jury's still out and this particular teacher isn't jumping to any conclusions yet.
"Well /I/ didn't do it," Cassy promises. "And I want to catch whoever did, they're totally showing me up."
A slight chuckle as Scott takes that in, "I would think that the better reason to catch them is that they're going to get someone hurt, not because they're pranks are better than yours. We really don't need you trying to show up whoever, or whatever, is doing this, Cassy," Scott says, the last is said sternly as he really doesn't need that headache.
Cassy rolls her eyes. "My pranks have way more style."
"We don't have a pranks class, so you don't get marks for style," Scott notes, rising from his seat and sliding his hands into his pockets. "Well, I'll talk to you later to schedule your next lesson, Cassy. I should get started on the papers I've got to grade."
"You're not ever allowed to repeat this," Cassy warns. "But I'm actually looking forward to it."
A student telling a teacher not to tell something to others, it's becoming a trend! "Which part, the theory you have, or that you want to outdo whoever is doing this?"
"That I'm looking forward to the next lesson," Cassy explains in a theatrical whisper. "It's widely known I consider this upstart a rival and well you can tell Doctor Grey my theory. I mean it wouldn't hurt to maybe up the mind security past the tinfoil hat level."
"Like anyone would believe me if I told them you were enjoying classes," Scott mock scoffs, "Talk to you later," Scott says and then heads back into the mansion proper
"Hehe probably not," Cassy agrees, pulling a crumpled pixie stick from her pocket. "Cya laters, I'm totally late for my daily run around the grounds."