Let's Do Lunch

Summary:
June 10 2014: Jean Grey and Lunair have lunch at a cafe, a cafe Jericho Trent happens to be walking by…

M-Town

The place to go if you want to disappear, M-Town is the haven for Mutant-kind in general in NYC.


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Mutant Town. It's almost a miniature country settled within the city of New York. Jean Grey has Lunair in tow, to show her around, and the pair are currently sitting in the outdoor section of a little caf owned and operated by mutants and serving mutantkind. The red head is wearing a pale blue and white floral sundress with strappy sandals, and her hair is held back with a white headband. She has a lemonade in front of her as well as a salad. "Will you be taking classes at the Institute this fall?" she asks her companion.

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Jericho Trent has been… digging. There's something that's really not right about a few of the things he's run into lately and that brings him down to M-Town. Well, it's been bringing him down off and on for a couple weeks. At the moment though he's just walking. He's not an obvious mutant, but in a place where so many unique people abound, one man with glowing circuit patterns on his left arm looking at something being projected above it may go unnoticed. Mostly unnoticed, anyway. Man is he glad to not have to wear his jacket around here. Summer in New York is hot. He comes strolling down the block in no particular hurry toward the little cafe.

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Lunair is in tow! She seems happy for the company, even if her ability to emote properly is a bit dulled. So even though she's quite happy, she's stuck in neutral like that old truck with a habit of rolling down hills. Fortunately, Lunair is not rolling right now. She is sitting across from Jean, and in a sort of vintage sundress that was attacked by an anime fan on the way home. She has a green dress with sensible sandals. And her hair is down. Wavy brown hair indeed! There's a soda and a sandwich on the table before her. "Uhm. I think so, yup," She nods. "It's a bit tough in a way since I don't know that we have a lot of botany. I'd have to look at the courses. Do you have anything you like to read about?"

She is unaware of Aspect slash Jericho (Narrator omniscience! BAM!), and roasting would be bad. But then, Lunair spots him as a particularly awesome butterfly comes across his path. Butterflies own. "Oh. I think I know that guy." Peer. Wavewave.

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"We have plenty of natural science classes. I teach several of them myself," Jean notes to Lunair. She's a doctor after all. "And I am a fan of gardening myself. I read medical journals mostly, but in my free time, I have to admit I like to sneak in a historical romance or two." She cracks a faint grin and sips her lemonade. She glances in the direction that the young woman waves and offers a smile to her friend.

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The tall man with the vaguely middle eastern features sees Lunair wave to him out of the corner of his eye and looks up. The projection, whatever it was, fades from above his arm. That's… the girl from the park. Lunair, right? He walks on over.

"Hi Lunair. Fancy running into you here." M-Town, mmm? He'd wondered what the source of her… ability was. A genetic ability to create matter from nothing is pretty darn impressive. "Who's your friend?" He asks with a small but friendly smile as the blue fades from the traces on his arm.

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"Cool," Lunair smiles at the noting from Jean. She's a bit bad about keeping up with the course catalog. Oops. She tilts her head. "Really? Cool. And historical romances sound kind of fun," She's a little wide-eyed and half grins. She takes a sip of her soda from the straw. She looks to Jericho. She remembers! She's catching up a lot on fiction and a lot of things in general, which might explain some oddities.

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"Hello there. Jericho, correct? Yes. Fancy. How are you?" She's a little stilted when it comes to talking at times. And she is indeed a mutant! "This is Doctor or Ms. Grey," She offers. First names are handled carefully since Lunair is a student and fairly young. "And this is Jericho." Pause. "I did that wrong."

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"Doctor Jean Grey," the redhead clarifies. "Pleased to meet you, Mister Jericho." She offers a hand to shake, her telepathy switching on at a low level, where she'll only hear very loud, intense thoughts like someone preparing to do harm to her or the girl. She's too polite to just randomly poke someone in the brain. "How do you two know one another?" she asks.

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There's no ill intent from 'Jericho.' In fact the loudest thought he has right now is 'Ow.' Seems he's been shot recently. He is, actually, moving just a touch stiffly. "Oh, just Jericho is fine Dr. Grey." He chuckles and shakes her hand. "Lunair and I have… run across each other a few times. In fact she ran into me playing piano in the park a couple days ago." He cocks his head slightly. Is that the same dress? Never mind.

"So are you two just taking in lunch and the atmosphere?" The question addressed to them both, but slightly more to Lunair whom he knows better.

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Lunair is not in fact, wearing the same dress. Also, she is a fastidious laundry do-er. She nods at Jean and looks apologetic. She doesn't seem to be thinking about fighting or harming at the moment. "I ran across him in passing. And he does play piano in the park." It is the truth, although there's a brief uncertainty at calling it /passing/. "Yes. I am glad," She nods. She thinks a moment and glancing between them. She's working out in her head how to weave this conversation. "Would you like a cake or tea? She is being nice and hanging out with me, so -" So she passes it on! There we go. Lunair words it awkwardly, but she's glad for the company. Just - like a giraffe on a bobsled, it works in its way even if it's not perfect. Or Jamaican.

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"We are, just doing a little exploring so to speak," Jean replies. "Please, join us." She cocks her head to one side, as she gestures at a chair at their table, her eyes narrowing. "Are you injured, Mr. Jericho?" she asks. Apparently the Doctor in her name isn't just academic.

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The hacker chuckles and comes around the little fence to sit down at their table, opposite them both. And yes, he is a bit careful as he sits down. "I'd love to join you. I need some lunch anyway. Is it that obvious?" The waiter comes by and Jericho asks for the Club and some iced tea. He didn't think it was too visible. Must be a bit more worn from walking than he thought. "I had an accident recently. Stitches still hurt."

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Lunair nods as Jean speaks. "…" Her eyes widen a bit as Jean asks if he's hurt. She peers at Jericho now. "Well. I can buy you lunch, but if you're hurt," Frown. Either way, she does let him take a menu if he'd like. "I'm glad to see you, but I feel a little bad I didn't notice," She admits. There's concern there. Was it Hydra? Evil stairs? A particularly malicious pair of shoelaces - you know the ones, they like to come untied at inopportune moments? Small children with a penchant for destruction? Hmmm. She doesn't push, listening. "I'm sorry to hear that." She does not have cool brain powers, alas.

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"I'm a medical doctor in my residency. I am good at observing for injuries," Jean explains, leaving out the fact that it's part and parcel of making sure the X-Men are healthy when they return from a mission, or before she lets them go on one. "Make sure to keep your bandages clean," she advises, seeming to drop the conversation for now.

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"I will, thanks." He lets go for now the fact that a werewolf patched him up and that he has cybernetic implants that make this process go smoother… albeit no less painful. "And I'll be okay, thanks Lunair." Jericho pauses as his tea arrives. "Mmmmm. Delicious." One gets the impression he doesn't do sit down meals often. "So what's the occasion that brings the two of you out here?"

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"Oh," Smile. Neat. Lunair seems quietly and duly impressed. She looks to Jericho. "If you're sure," She nods. "And mostly getting to know one another, I think. Um, feel free to pick what you want to eat. I have no idea, honestly," She admits, furrowing her brows. She looks to Jean. She's at a loss for words. It's a genuine struggle in a lot of ways. What does she say? What's too much? What does that face mean? Speak now? Smile now? Crud. Crestfallen. "That, and some general going outy stuff. I am glad for the time."

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"It's summer break, so I have no classes to teach until the Fall," Jean explains. "I do have some curriculum updates to work on, however." Her phone bloops at her and she glances at a text. "Oh dear, one of the students staying over the break has injured their ankle playing soccer. I need to head back to the Institute. Lunair, are you all right getting back yourself?" she asks, as she sets down money for the meals on the table and stands, shouldering her purse.

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"I can make sure she gets back okay, if it's an issue." Jericho waves as Jean leaves. "Nice lady. She's a teacher then? At the school you go to, I take it? I must say it's kind of nice for a teacher to be taking time to have lunch with one of her students. What kind of a school is it?"

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"I should be okay, but I appreciate it," She nods. "Thank you." Lunair beams at Jean. "And um, I hope they're okay," She furrows her brows. A broken ankle sounds like it sucks, and as one of the students sticking around, she might know them. Lunair waves to Jean as she goes and looks to Jericho. "She is," She nods. "And it is. I am glad for it." Pause. "Um. Sort of a mixed bag. A private school. I am studying in botany at the moment." Sort of a college? Well, that's a bit cryptic. "I'm in college." Yes.

"I take it you'd be big into computers?"

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"Private College? Goodness. That sounds intense." Opinion of Lunair revised. He'd thought, maybe, high school. "Computers? You could say that." Why would she… oh yes. "Ah, you saw me doing my thing? Yeah. Most people here in M-Town ignore that. So many people flashier than I am, I can get away without. Outside this place… I've gotta be really careful."

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"Yeah," Lunair smiles. She goes with that. Bullet - dodged! Although, she is most thoroughly outed as a mutant to him, even if her mutation isn't obvious until someone gets railed (rail gun'd?) into next week. "I see. And only a little. I thought it was cool," She admits. "And that's true. It is a haven for people who must normally hide. I'm glad for that," She seems genuinely sympathetic. "I won't tell, if it helps," She offers. Then again, one can probably figure out what happens if Lunair figures out someone told on HER. "Hm. Want a sandwich or anything? Do you hang out here much?"

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"Club sounds nice, actually." Mmmm. Turkey. Bacon. Tomato. Yes. Clubs. "I don't… often. Until recently that is. People figure out I'm not a mutant an they start looking at me funny. Can't blame 'em, really. A lot of mutants had it pretty rough before getting here." Which is saying something because M-Town can be pretty rough itself. "But I've been spending a fair amount of time here… recently. Something I'm working on that may be related to that… mall thing. I'm not sure yet, actually."

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"Go for it," Lunair smiles. She will pay for his. She tilts her head "I see. I understand, I think," She offers. Lunair does have empathy and thoughtfulness in a way when the blunt affectation is not upon her. "Oh?" Hmm. "And I don't know. A lot of people with potentially obvious powers aren't mutants and a lot of people who hate mutants are happy to lump everyone else in," She notes. Lunair pauses. Related, huh. Hmmm. She sips her soda. "Well. I don't think we can just ask them, anyway."

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Jericho chuckles. "No, probably not." He smiles at her offer to pay for his lunch. "You sure? Thanks." Another sip of tea. "Yeah… You've not had any trouble from anyone like that recently I hope? These guys, I gather they can be a bit indiscriminate at times and you did me a really good turn back there helping me out. Particularly when you didn't know me."

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"I am sure! I only offer if I am," She nods. Lunair smiles back. She shakes her head. "Nope. I was honestly more worried about being taken in," She admits quietly. It seems Lunair has no problems with combat or killing. Being a child soldier comes with some hazards and perks. "I noticed," She admits. "And I'm glad. I'm attempting to be heroic," really. She is. She just gets a bit LETHAL about it sometimes. "And honestly, it was hard just to stand by. You didn't give off the same vibe they did."

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"The vibe of a determined killer willing to shoot anything in their way?" He's not… most of the time. She's never really seen him in action except the one time, but he's quite willing to kill as well. In most cases, it's his only option. Well, that's the way he sees it anyway. "And you seem to do well enough. I heard your name come up in connection to that whole Kush business, so you're hero enough for SHIELD to call you."

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"Yeah. You didn't have that," She states simply. "It's different." To Lunair, someone who fights and kills incidentally has a different impression than someone on the more offensive end. She listens though, tilting her head. "Thanks. And um. Really? I guess that's good. I don't know. Being unknown is protection of a sort," She admits quietly. And they might be less than happy if she juggled the X-men AND SHIELD. She sips her soda and looks to him. "I'm sure you don't give yourself enough credit." Smile.

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That draws a genuine smile from Jericho. "Well I certainly understand the advantages of being unknown. That's how I stay alive for the most part. Masked gunman can't shoot up the mall you're at if they don't know you're there. Though I can't help but wonder why someone like you would need to hide." Aside from the whole living weapon thing, anyway.

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Lunair smiles back. "You seem pretty fierce, clever" She offers helpfully. She pauses as he wonders why she would need to hide. Her eyebrows furrow. "Well. I wasn't born how I am. And also the living weapon thing," She remarks, waving a hand. His sandwich arrives, with the fixins and is set in front of him. "It feels safer, too. Less of a giant target on my back," She admits wryly. It only takes one unlucky shot. Or lucky for them. "I mean, I don't mind fighting. But it does get exhausting. And people become afraid of you if they can sense it."

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There's a brief look of… exhaustion that passes over Jericho's face. "Yeah. Fighting all the time takes it out of you, that's for sure." He doesn't seem off put by her lack of emoting. Truth be told it takes all kinds in the Army and he's seen people get like that over time. Likely he assumes she got that way from doing something combat related rather than it simply being how she is. "Do you live around here? If you don't mind my asking, that is."

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That, and her dire lack of socialization early in life. Living life in a pressurized room with little contact. It's an ugly combination. She smiles weakly. "Nope. I live on campus. But it feels - different here," She admits. She tilts her head. "Do you? I don't think so, if I remember. But you don't have to tell me if you're worried about hearing," She offers. "And yes. Fighting does things. I don't mind it sometimes." When life gives you weapon powers… "Hmm. Do you like cake? Maybe after lunch." Yes. She lives life in many shades and cylinders!

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"No, I don't live… well, anywhere permanent. Pick up and move every few weeks. It's safer that way." He doesn't elaborate on exactly why it's safer, but it's not too hard to guess, really. "I do like cake, as it happens. Is it good here?" He doesn't, for obvious reasons, frequently stop at places that cater more or less specifically to mutants.

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"Ah," Lunair can probably figure it out. "It is. There's also a bakery if you wish to take some with you," She offers. "I'll pay for it, since I offered." She thinks on it. "Well. I think I gave up my apartment or I'd offer to let you use it for awhile. Sorry. A dorm and an apartment really were too much." Sadface. "So, when not doing serious stuff, what do you enjoy?"

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"I appreciate that, Lunair. Mmm, not doing serious stuff? To be honest I find that I'm doing that most of the time. Someone told me I need to unwind a bit more recently but… paranoia is a hard habit to break, y'know?" He looks behind him, sort of out of reflex, as a passing car misfires with a -pop-.

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Smile. Lunair listens. She tenses, hearing the misfire, eyes narrowing and looking a great deal more focused. Reflexes and paranoia vary greatly. She takes a deep breath. "Well. Unwinding is important. If you get too wound up, you make mistakes," She notes quietly. "I've seen it," She glances and takes a chip from her plate. "That's probably part of it." Hm. "I garden a lot, for example. I just recently started trying video games."

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Video games. Seems so… normal. It's been a while since Jericho's done normal. "Sounds like a nice hobby. Maybe I should consider picking one up." Mmmmm. If he can figure one out that doesn't involve hijacking computer controlled precision factories to make himself weapons. Or vandalizing public networks because they're being used by a certain network of organizations.

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It does seem fairly normal. Lunair's trying it out for that reason. "Sure, it'd be fun," She offers. "There's lots of kinds…" She will probably chat with him, to figure out which kind he likes and quietly while away some time. She does keep alert, but it's more a quiet attention than full on paranoia. With that, the afternoon passes and so it goes…


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