A Simple Conversation

Summary:
June 13 2014: Jericho and Nancy discuss nothing of particular importance. Funny how those conversations turn out to be the most important after it's all said and done.

Xavier's Institute for Blue Fuzzy Things/Partisan's Safe House

Two people texting from their respective places of refuge, one with a phone and one… with a cyber-warfare suite.


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Mood Music:
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<Ugh! These lollies taste like crap. They only had vanilla in the pantry. Oh, and peppermint.>

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<So you have vanillamint? What did you usually flavor th-… whisky.>

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<Yeah, whatever she bought that week. Had some contreau ones and some baileys ones. And I had some absinthe ones. Those were my faves. It's why the fairy on my jacket. Oh… crap. I shouldn't have mentioned that. You don't think they are listening in, do you?>

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<Always a chance, but you're not texting my phone, so it's a bit safer there. I always scramble incoming traffic when it connects directly to me. Well, have you tried getting some alcohol? Someone wherever you are has to have some>

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<They might have booze here, but I doubt it. It's a school. Mind you, maybe one of the teachers here has some. Maybe I should make some friends here. You know, other then Hank.>

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<School? For people with gifts like yours? Interesting. Yeah, maybe you should. Couldn't hurt right?>

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<Did you say I was texting directly *into* you? Jeri-curl, I know I saw you at that thing and at the other thing, but what the hell are you? And yeah yeah. I didn't say that. Shut up! Yer gonna get me in trouble. Me and my big mouth. Or thumbs. You know what I meant>

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As tempting as it is to needle her about it, he decides that giving her an honest answer and a bit of trust is what's more called for here. She probably get's plenty of needling elsewhere. <The things you see me do come from a set of cybernetic implants. That also happen to enable me to connect to cell networks and the internet and such. I used to be a hacker for the Army, way back when>

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<Way back when? Dude, you are NOT that old. Unless your like mama wolf. And I gotta say if that whole flying thing is cybernetic, they can do a lot more these days then they are advertising on tv. Wow!> Nancy sucks on her lollipop, vanilla mint flavored, looking at her phone. <So, did I tell you the good news? We figured out that I can control this. Been working on it all day. It's not easy, but I'm at least able to if I really concentrate.>

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Jericho laughs a bit, leaning back from the bench near his keyboard. Yes, he's actually relaxing now. <Well no. I'm thirty one. My way back when is a bit different than Mama Wolf's. Way back when for me was only four years ago. And yeah, there's a lot of stuff they don't tell people about.> Pause. <That's good! Means that you won't have to worry about anyone who really needs their mutation… or your friend who didn't want to get closer than ten feet to you. Doug right?>'

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<Yeah. He was the dude I talk to on the cell phone when we're only 10 feet away. Only, I can only shrink things down to about 5 feet right now, but it's a start.>

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<Didn't seem to affect me at all when you got in my face when you thought I was robber. Sorry about that, by the way. Five feet is a good start anyway. That's half. What's… what's their endgame? I mean the fact that you're not texting Mama Wolf for help makes me think you're okay, but what do they want out of this> Maybe they're altruistic… but hey, good to ask right?

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<I don't affect tech stuff. Just mutants like me. And they are doing it cause apparently it's this big brotherhood of mutant kind. We help each other out and stuff. Like a really freaky fraternity. Without the keggers. Or the orgies. So it's a pretty lame fraternity. And I wanna text mama, but I don't want to risk her. Is her phone okay?>

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<Yeah, I secured it. And she uses burners too. She knows how to not get caught. She may be getting a secure laptop soon too, so you'd be able to get a hold of her like that. And, if it really came down to it and you couldn't get a hold of her I could do my best to pass a message along. I see her often enough. She looks your age now though. It's taking some getting used to.>

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<Yeah, you said that last night. Just don't get any kinky ideas about sisters. I don't care what she looks like, that's my mama.> She snickers to herself, knowing what she said was totally inappropriate. <Huh. Why do I always do that? Make comments like that. It's like I have no filter or something.>

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<I doubt I'm her type to be completely honest with you Tabby. And I don't know… used to bother me but like I said last night, it kinda grew on me.> Pause <Sorry if that spoils the fun> He's totally not sorry.

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<pout You mean I don't get to call you papa wolf. LOL! I should tell mama wolf that. She'd roll her eyes and call me a twit. But seriously, maybe I should work on actually having a filter. Might help sometime.>

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<That sounds about like Parti Girl, yes. And… I suppose it probably would. Lotsa people out there who are plenty prickly. Like that Scott guy. Ran into him… well, I've run into him, let's leave it at that. Say… there isn't a purple teleporter at your school by chance, is there?> It'd be a bit of a coincidence but maybe…

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<Ugh. Scott. Actually, that's no fair. I've only met him three times and one of those he was pretty on the spot. So, he's only 66 percent of a jerkwad.> She snickers to herself. She considers sleep and looks at the clock. <Okay, maybe you weren't paying attention yesterday. I'm avoiding people here. I don't wanna turn anyone off. And not in the sexual way, though I seem to be doing a good job of that too.>

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<Still not going well, mmm? Sorry, Tab.> Well, it's not that important. He does hope Blink didn't get iced by some mutant hunters though. <Yeah, I understand your concern. It'll come in time… or it'll turn out that it's not the place for you to be. I'll drop in on your mom tomorrow as usual. You can get me then. Or really, anytime if you need.> Not that he honestly thinks she will, but hey, texting is pretty easy when you can do it by thought.

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<Is it totally lame that one of the reasons why I'm here is cause I like seeing Hank? Which is creepy. He's almost as old as you. He's 28. His eyes when he's pink are the same color as his fur when he's blue. I wonder if that's a coincidence.>

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<In my experience very few things are. And no, Tabby, not lame. Eight years isn't that much a difference when you get to be, say, fifty. It just looks like it when you're, well, our age. Ish. Folks have done things plenty creepier just to see someone they like. You've never broken into his house to watch him sleep, so I think you're good in that department>

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<Well, his room is somewhere in this place, so I still have that as an option. But, nah. I gotta stop being stupid about this. I mean, seriously? THis whole school girl crush thing is soooo not me. I'm more see it, want it, take it sorta gal.>

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That's… not something Jericho has the information to really comment on. <You'll figure it out, I'm sure, Tabby. Say, which *do* you prefer? This line's pretty secure and it feels weird to call you that all the time.>

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<I totally prefer Nancy. I keep looking at myself in the mirror and even as a blonde, I am sooo not a Tabby. Well, maybe as a blonde I am, but I'm just not feeling it, ya know. Mind you… did you know my mom named me Nancy cause the drug study thing was called Project N13? N for Nancy.>

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<No, I don't think she mentioned that. And it wasn't in the PgC files I raided either. Actually not a whole hell of a lot was. They looked rather suspiciously sanitized. So Nancy, then. At least on this line. If it's not safe, you'll know. I'll stop being on the other end.>

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<Okay, since the line is in your head, you not responding is scary. And if you want info on the files, check out what mom has. She was training to be a nurse when she was on the project, so she kept notes. She has them under her bed.>

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<I'll have a look next time I'm over. I'll be honest with you, Nan, something about this doesn't sit real well with me. I wish I could tell you what. Maybe Parti Girl's right and I'm wound too tight but… meh. I'll let you know if I get something solid. Oh, that reminds me, I looked up a way to make molds out of confectioners starch.> Jericho tics his left eye and sends a small, compressed text file over to Nancy's phone.

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<Oh! More stuff to add to my shopping list. I have one of my skull lollies left, don't wanna use it up. The ones I have now are just circles. And the sticks are made from halved tongue depressors. LOL!>

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<Shouldn't be too hard to get your goth back.> He chuckles. <Or make imprints of Doug's phone or… what have you.> Hanks face, though he doesn't say that. <What's training like over there? I keep imagining some kind of Hollywood zen master kung fu dojo for people with super powers. I'm sure that's just a bit off>

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<Well, right now, it's just me in my room, trying to pull my power in on purpose. It shrinks when I'm playing my cello, so I just try to make myself feel like I do when I'm playing. Sorta falling into myself. I don't know if I'm imagining it, but I think I can actually *feel* it, my aura.>

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<Wouldn't surprise me. If it's a natural part of you, it'd be like feeling your blood flow, or your heart beat. It's just not something you'd ever had any practice at before. And hey, if you take to it the way you seem to have music, I doubt it'll take you real long>

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<Hey, you could also call me Deadzone. Parti told me to pick a name to work under, instead of my name. Since I make a deadzone around me, like a wifi deadzone, I picked that. And it would be cool if I can feel this and make it work for me.>

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<Deadzone it is then. If we ever work together again, that'll be a lot easier than calling you Parti Girl Two. Aspect is what I go by… though I get the sneaking suspicion you may have heard that name somewhere else> Like from her Wolf Mama. She calls him that a lot, rather than Jericho. Which is a bit curious to him. Seems almost a deliberate choice.

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<Ha! I figured she meant you! Well, Aspect it is. Cause calling you Wolf Papa just sounds like you and Parti are a thing and … I don't wanna think about her with someone. Hey! Just like a real mom. LOL!>

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<Oooooh… that reminds me. If you ever do wind up seeing your old land lord again he may think that you and I are a thing. I kind of just didn't feel like arguing the point and let him assume whatever. And… yeah… maybe more like Wolf Cousin? I don't think Wolf Brother is particularly a vibe we want to go for either.>

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<Oooh, Brother Wolf. Like Brother Bear, only wolfier. Yeah, I like Disney movies. You tell anyone and I'll shoot you in the kneecap.>

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<I can live with Brother Wolf> Jericho chuckles. <And your secret is safe, Nan.>


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