Moving Day Swim

Summary:
June 17, 2014: After moving to the college-level dorms at the Xavier Institute, Jacky meets girls. This place is getting better all the time!

Xavier Institute for Higher Learning - Main Campus

The dormitory for the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning is fully equipped with all the amenities a college dormitory should have, including a swimming pool, which is especially popular in the summer heat.


Characters

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  • none

Mood Music:
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcurEoUvK-E]


Moving Day! That wonderful day when you get to leave behind (with maybe a hint of fond farewell) the Childhood Home, and move on to the interim College Home. Or something like that.

For Jacky Winters, it's simply that he's moving from the dorms at the Lower Grades - the safer, quieter, off-the-record part of the Xavier Institute, and up to the dorms at the Xavier Institute for HIGHER learning. And that means he's got all his stuff: guitars, a few comics, a few posters, and his rollable suitcase with his clothing. No, really, that IS all his stuff. He doesn't bring a laptop - they'll issue him a new one at the new school. Although if you look, he's got his keyfobs.

Jacky is standing at the door to the dorms, looking confused. Apparently, the directions were badly transcribed. But he's pretty sure someone will be by shortly who can help… he just can't tell for sure who it is, and that's a little puzzling.

*

Nancy O'Neal comes out of one of the dorm rooms, the one at the very end of the hall. Towel over her shoulder, sandals on her feet, and a paisley bikini with a boycut short, she turns around as she closes the door to her room and sees… new face. A brow arches, the stick of her lollipop jutting out of her mouth. "You look about as lost as I usually do. What are you looking for?"

*

"OHAI!" Jacky says in perfect meme-speak. "I think you're who I was waiting for but I can't tell for sure."

He glitters faintly in a stray afternoon sunbeam. There are two guitars slung across his back, which speaks to either a threat or a promise of music. He's also doing that 'pretty-boy' grin like he uses it all the time. Like some kind of a weapon. But if that's a pick-up line it's the lamest one ever.

"I was supposed to go to the Men's Dorm, but the directions lead to the stables. Since I'm not a horse, I figured the building with the subtle 'Dorm' sign would be the one I should go to, right? So do you know which is where?"

*

Popping her lolly out of her mouth, Nancy stands there canting one hip to the side. "You were waiting for me? Hell, I hope for your sake you weren't cause I'm still new here too." She starts walking over and notices the shimer in the sunlight. "Please tell me you aren't a Twilight fan. Cause that is serious reason for dismissal around here." She keeps a straight face, totally deadpan. "So, mens dorms. That would likely be on the opposite side of these dorms, cause last time I checked, I wasn't a guy. So? To the dorms!" She gestures with her lolly to the other side of the mansion with her lolly before popping it back in her mouth.

*

As soon as Nancy gets close enough the sparkle ceases, and Jacky looks surprised, with that comical gawping blink. He shifts his load a bit.
"Oof. Heavy now. OK," and he hefts the suitcase a bit, "Yeah, I've never heard that Twilight thing before. Nope, never, and don't call me Edward. Name's Jacky Winters. But since you know where you're going, and I don't, lead on."

Joy. First day at new school, the escort has the cheat code to power him down. Jacky keeps the charming smile, even though he's feeling the lack of his ESP for the first time in way too long, because he doesn't want to get on the bad side of this girl. Who is cute, by the way. Shut up, Libido, or I'll sing Smells Like Teen Spirit.

*

The bottle blonde in the bikini offers out a hand, walking backwards to be able to look at the guy while she's walking. "Let me help. I play the cello, so I'm stronger then I look. And, sorry about the off switch. Still working on my own control."

After taking some of the load off on the other student, she turns around. "I'm Nancy. Or Tabitha if you look at my ID, but I don't actually answer to Tabby yet, so don't be surprised if I don't respond." She points down to another hall. "Okay, when I was searching for the best acoustics, I realized that these were more dorm rooms. Considering that their on the other side of the house, I'm guessing these are for the boys. Gotta keep us all seperate, yanno. She notices that look he gives her and smiles. Ha! Take that Hank. She totally still has it.

*

"Her name was McGill, but she called herself Lil, and everyone knew her as Nancy," Jacky sings, a passable Beatles imitation. And he's got a good voice, too.

"So, best acoustics? Yeah, the email said that I should take anything on first or second floor that didn't have a name on the door. If the rooms are like reflections, which one did you take, because the opposite should have similar acoustics, right?" Or so he hopes. Yeah, the names on the doors are male.

*

Stopping as she walks along the hall, Nancy smirks and once again pops her lolly out of her mouth to talk. "You flirtin' with me?" she asks with an amused smile. She walks him to the very end of the hall. "Actually, found out they have a music room down on the main floor. And I didn't pick my room for the acoustics. I picked my room cause none of the rooms around it were taken. Less chance of me bleeding over into another person's room without meaning to.

Looking at the names on the doors, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. No, that's just creepy and weird. Shame on Brother Wolf for even bringing that up. "So, don't know if you know, but there is the stable, you found that. Music room. Huge TV room. And I mean huge. Then there is the kitchen which is like a religious experience, the gym and the pool. Though, I'm guessng you figured there was a pool or why would I be dressed like this?"

*

"I am told that I flirt with everyone. I am shameless and do not deny it, but really, it's reflex," and he gives another 200 watt grin. "As far as the way you're dressed, I have no complaints whatsoever, and I heartily endorse and support it."

There's an unmarked room between two other rooms, and Jacky peers inside it. There's a bed, a dresser and a wardrobe, and a desk by the window. It has a view out at the pool, but isn't beset by the sun.

"This looks good. So, tell me more about this religious kitchen."

He begins by laying his guitars - turns out there's three of them - onto the bed, and putting his jacket inside the wardrobe. Without the jacket, he's wearing an a-style teeshirt in X-Men Blue.

*

Snickering and shaking her head, Nancy smiles. "Just so you know, telling a girl that you flirt with everyone tends to lose you points. But," and with this she gives him a wink, "You get the points back for supporting my wardrobe choice." She looks over the room as she enters, laying down the suitcase. One room looks pretty much like the next, until the personal touches start. "View of the pool. Considering some of the folks I've seen here, you'll have plenty of eye candy anyway.

"Kitchen. It's huge, gas stove with six elements, marble countertops so great for baking or candy-making. Lots of pots and pans and it's just mega amazing. Everything I would ever want in a kitchen. If you don't mind the little demon things bamfing in and stealing half your lollies."

*

"Demon things? Really? Never heard of that, wasn't in the email either." Jacky looks positively puzzled for a moment, then shakes it off.

"And I usually make up for being too honest by doing the guitar thing. But I can already tell you're immune because girl cellists are usually immune to the boy-with-guitar effect. I was told it's because they have a larger instrument, so they make them feel inadequate, but I don't believe that. I think it's just they can tell when the boy-with-guitar is totally faking it."

He quickly unpacks a few things, neither shy nor exhibitionist about what he loads into the dresser drawers.

*

Laughing, Nan has to take her lolly out of her mouth. "Yeah, yeah. I've heard that before. All girl cellists are frigid cause nothing can match the big instrument between our thighs. Better the male cellists. You think a fast car is a phallus surrogate? Just watch Apocalyptica play sometimes." She chuckles and rolls her eyes.

"Tell you what. Grab your suit and we can go down to the pool. I'm working on my control, so I can make you turn on and off like a lamp in the sun."

*

Jacky laughs at that. He's seen Apocalyptica on the webz.

"So go wait outside the door for a minute and I'll change. Not supposed to get naked with a girl in my room." He has a pair of square-cut swim briefs, school colors, in his hand. When Nancy waits outside, he quickly shucks his pants and puts on the briefs and a pair of flip-flops, and standing at the far side of the room where he felt his power returning earlier, concentrates to go full-diamond, reverting when he heads back into the null field. He grabs a towel and opens the door, sticking his name-tag in the slot. The door doesn't lock, because who would steal here?

*

Chuckling softly, Nancy starts to head out of the room. "Oh sure, use the rules to ruin my fun." She is leaning on the wall opposite his door when he comes out, the white stick of her lolly going back and forth. "Cool. Let's go."

Nan makes a couple of wrong turns, but eventually finds the way out to the pool. "This place is in serious need of a map. And little signs on the walls that say 'You Are Here'." Walking out into the sunlight, Nancy stretches and smiles. "Okay, so pasty white goth girl getting a tan. This should be fun. Good thing I wore sunscreen. So, Jacky. Tell me bout yerself. You know, like what's yer show stopper?"

*

"This is the one people notice," Jacky grins, and steps back out of Nancy's range, reverting to diamond form. In the sunlight, he's like a freaking crystal statue. Or an ice sculpture, only he's not melting.

"I've also got generic ESP, which is how I knew you were coming, but for some reason which is now obvious I couldn't tell anything about you. And a leetle bit of telepathy but it's nowhere near as strong as Professor X. It's more like 'highschool graduate X' if you know what I mean?"

*

Whistle in appreciation for the display. "Dude, you better not let DeBeers ever find you." She goes to sit down on one of the lounge chairs, her hand going back and forth to her mouth to take her candy out to talk. "I keep hearing about this Professor guy. Sounds pretty impressive. At least, when he's not around me. Still, workin' on it. I can get myself down to about half if I try."

"Yeah, I didn't bring a guitar with me, but I'm curious if the music thing would even work on you. Still. It's really kind of cool knowing that you won't end up finding me amazing because I unintentionally put the whammy on. Keeps me honest. Though, I can usually tell now when I'm doing it."

Jacky flexes in the sunlight, just for grins, then jumps in the water. And disappears. Diamond of the first water, apparently.

Except for that swimsuit. It's still in the pool, moving around.

*

"Wait, you were serious about that? About how playing the guitar gets the girls all swoony?" Nancy snorts. "I'd like to see you try. Oh wait, you can't. Well, damn." She lets her eyes follow Jacky as he dives into the water, having trouble finding him at first. Then she spots him. She smirks, tempted to jump in there just to make him revert. She leans back in the lounge chair instead and reflects. Two months ago, she hated supers. Felt they were self-important and conceited. Now, she talks to them like they're normal. She ponders. She knows the change has been in her. The question is, did she realize they weren't as bad as she thought or that she's getting to be as bad as them?

*

Jacky's head pops out of the water, which makes it look like the water has just grown a head. Weird.

"Yeah, I don't think it'd work on you, you're all not-there to the ESP, even when I try. Especially when I try."

He walks up to the shallows and gets out, reverting to flesh and blood when he gets closer to Nancy.

"I dunno, I'm just ok. Garage-band quality, but not pro yet. Working on it."

He sits on one of the non-lounge chairs and lets the sun dry him off.

*

Seeing the water grow a head makes Nancy laugh in spite of her deep thoughts. "No fair making me laugh while I'm trying to brood! Sheesh!" She watches as Jacky walks out of the pool, arching a brow. It's going to be a very good summer. "I'm sorry your powers don't work on me, Jacky. You'll just have to try to make me luv ya the honest way."

"Challenge accepted!" Jacky laughs. "But I won't feel bad if you just sort of tolerate me."

*

Amara has come back to Xavier's for the summer while she decides what to do with her life. One of the benefits of Xavier's is all of the amenities, including the pool. And since most of the younger students are out of session for the summer, it should be totally fine if she shows up at the pool rocking the swimsuit, right? Or something like that. Because she's definitely rocking the swimsuit when she shows up, along with a pair of sunglasses to guard against glare.

*

Nancy O'Neal sees Amara walking towards the pool and whistles appreciatively. "I'd call you one hot mama, but that's sort of a given." She waves and gestures to the lounge beside her. "Or you could sit there with Jacky-O if you don't wanna get too close to me." Nan is rocking her own bikini, her everpresent lolly between her lips.

*

Jacky's just wearing the standard-issue Xavier Institute blue and yellow boxer-brief styled swim trunks. And at the moment, he's only diamond enough to sparkle like a club kid. And NOT, slanders notwithstanding, completely NOT like any alleged 'vampire' from any terrible how-did-that-ever-get-published 'young adult' romance-porn. Jacky, frankly, would feel obliged to stick a stake in that.

He glances up as Amara approaches, and smiles. Not leers. Again, don't believe the slanders.

*

"Hey, Nancy," Amara greets the younger woman as she heads for a lounge chair, spreading her towel over the one next to her. "Good to see you're out making new friends." The last comes with a glance toward Jacky in the pool and a questioning arch of her brow to Nancy, as if to verify that that's what's actually going on.

*

Relaxing in her lounge, she watches as Amara makes herself comfortable beside her. She nods her head to reassure her that Nancy is indeed making new friends. "He needed a tour, so I thought I would pay forward what you did with me. Showed him to his room. So now I know where he sleeps." She looks over to Jacky, waggling her eyebrows as she plays with the stick in her mouth.

*

Jacky grins wide at that. Oh, the innuendo is strong with this one. Still.

"First floor room 118 on the men's side," the sparkling kid says. "And please knock before entering, so I can hide the evidence."

He gets out of the pool, picking up one of the clean white towels, and dries his hair as he walks closer to Nancy. When he's in her radius, he stops being diamond, but it doesn't appear to bother him. Or maybe he's just a good actor.

"Jacky Winters, at your service, m'lady," he says to Amara.

*

Amara's smile quirks at Nancy's explanation, and she settles in on her own lounge, tipping her sunglasses down to look up when Jacky comes over. "A pleasure to meet you, Jacky Winters," she nods politely. "I am Amara Aquilla. Welcome to Xavier's, Jacky." There's something speculative in her look when the sparkle starts to fade, though it seems directed as much toward Nancy as toward the young man.

*

Smirking, Nancy leans over to Amara. "But do please remember that you are not permitted to be nude in the room of another student. Mind you, with all the people here that can read minds, see where they aren't and stuff like that, why would you? Woah… I just realized… no wait, I'm safe." The fact that neither of these people seem bothered by her field of nothing causes her to sigh happily.

*

"Well, Highschool Graduate X level telepathy only lets me pick up on occasional strong thoughts and images, unless I'm touching someone."

He doesn't say how well it works to push emotions and impressions, because that tends to make people nervous, and besides, Jacky only does that for emergencies, like, if it's totally necessary. Otherwise, Professor X has a Concerned and Caring Chat with him, and sometimes Evidences Great Disappointment.

*

"Everyone here is well aware that it's rude to go into someone else's mind without permission," Amara shakes her head to Nancy with a wry smile. "Though the sort of strong emotions that can occur do tend to draw attention from the more powerful telepaths. And the professor has a most impressive expression of disappointment and disapproval."

*

"Just cause it's rude don't mean it don't happen. I mean, if people didn't do things, just cause they were rude, we'd have no crime. But, I get your point." She shuffles to be on her side, facing the other two. "Besides, I was just being a smart ass. It's my natural inclination. And I keep hearing about this professor guy. What? He has like super guilt or something?"

*

"I know, right? He totally does, like a brigade of Jewish Grandmas. He does this whole deeply wounded, yet still suffering, because of what you did, and then he says with the kindest voice in the world how he knows you can do better, and hopes you will next time. It's like you kicked an entire pet store! And he doesn't even use telepathy!"

Why yes, Jacky DID have some problems giving up the gratuitous use of telempathic pushes. But he got better. Honest.

*

"That," Amara answers Nancy's question with a nod toward Jacky. "He might as well have super guilt. But no, I think it comes from being one of those rare, truly good people. He has a gift for making people realize what the good possibilities are. Whenever we're all ready to give up hope, he's still there, ready to keep going."

*

Jacky's spiel causes Nancy to smile. He's amusing, that's for sure. "Okay, can't say I've actually met someone that was like that before, all good and stuff." She runs a hand through her short hair. "So, what are your plans for th e summer? Just hanging out here and getting a tan?" She points to Jacky with her lolly. "You and I have to play sometime."

*

"Absolutely we do," Jacky says. He looks over at Amara and decides she needs an explanation.

"I play guitar. I'm not bad, but I have a way to go before I'll be playing Carnegie, or getting into Julliard. But partly that's because my power kinda gets in the way. I have the 'bardic gift' if you've ever read the books with the blue-eyed horses that aren't horses."

*

"Blue-eyed horses that aren't horses?" Amara echoes, arching a brow curiously. "I have no idea what you're speaking of. But I can see where telepathy would lend itself toward inspiration in music. I was just showing Nancy the music rooms the other day, actually. As for my summer plans…" She trails off at Nancy's question. "Well, I was just discussing a trip to Nova Roma with Doug and Cal. But otherwise, I'm taking some time to explore my options and decide what it is I want to do."

*

"Pffsht. Julliard isn't that hard to get into. They let me in and I only auditioned the one time in my final year of highschool, so you know their standards can't be *that* high. You should totally audition. Maybe I'll see you there in September." Her lolly, a dark brown that is almost black, pops back into her mouth. She shrugs when Amara asks the questions. "I was hoping you could tell me."

*

"It's a sort of fantasy story," Jacky tries to explain. "Set in a story-world with magical horses sent by a goddess to protect her country, the horses bond with gifted humans and they become a sort of class of heralds under the king or queen of the country. Anyway, the bardic gift lets the singer sway the thoughts and emotions of crowds. I can kind of do that with music. One-on-one it's a little stronger, but when I'm singing and playing it gets really effective.

He thinks for a minute or two about what Nancy has said.

"I think, maybe, that they have REALLY high standards, you're just that good. Show me your fingers, and if your calluses are better than mine," he says, "That's why you got in. I wasn't ever told that I should think about it by my teachers. And I have no idea what to do for summer - I'm going to be doing power and skill training, learning what I need to know to be an X-Man, I hope."

*

"Like Pegasus," Amara muses. Or at least that's as much as she was able to pull from that explanation. "I would imagine that the music works as some sort of…assistance to the telepathic portion of your powers. Though it's hardly my area of specialty," she adds with a small smile. "I am afraid that my own talents are somewhat more…overt."

*

Holding out her left hand, Nancy's fingertips could be almost as hard as the diamond that Jacky becomes. "I practice for no less then an hour a day. working at being better. The prof there is always ragging on me, more more more." She smiles over to Amara. "Okay, not overt, but still awesome. And I'm gonna be working on my control about as hard as my music. And with no job or school to worry about, I got more time to practice both."

*

"And that's it," Jacky says. "That's what my music teacher said to strive for. But I play an hour a day, maybe two, tops. I have too many other things that I need to do … but I could probably do more if I didn't have a job and other training. I'd love to play with you, but I might be a little bit, uh, boring? You do the melody line and I'll do continuo, we'll reverse the trend, right?"

The kid grins, a bit wolfishly.

*

Amara laughs softly, leaning back to recline her lounge and tuck her arms behind her head. "At least the music room won't go unused over the summer," she murmurs, before fading off into her own thoughts.


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