Intramurals Club Meeting - February (open)

[Tempero]

>"Oh…sorry. That’s me. The nervousness. I emit pheromones and I don’t, er, have very good control yet.”

To this, Danny actually breaths out in relief. It, after all, means that he is not slowly becoming a psychotic, over-emotional, depressed, and very suicide-prone weirdo. And that is always good, right?

"Oh, good. I mean...well, not good for you, but it sorts out some of my dilemmas. Hmm...if you like, I could help you with that? Right now, I mean. It won't be anything permanent, but as long as you're within range, I am sure you could control it." he says with a smile, obviously now more relaxed, even though the fidgety, nervous actions are still there. After all, knowing that it is the girl who is causing the pheromone eruption does not help at all in resisting.

"Um...maybe rather not...I mean, it makes things less fun, no?" he changes his mind almost instantly, flashing her a quick friendly smile. I don't need her reading my thoughts, and it would take too long to syphon just on her mutation, and block the thoughts out. he thinks, avoiding the real problem, which just happens to be that she is a girl. Daniel, for some odd reason, always felt uncomfortable in reading the mind of the opposite sex. He had learned this the very first time he used his mutation on that empath girl.

[Jackson Greco]

"Well, I think we can start with some stretches while we talk," he turns, heading towards the center of the gym floor. It seemed like no one else was going to join them, and if they did they were late anyway. They could catch up on the stretches and all pretty easily, but they wouldn't get their extra credit for gym class. Though, he supposed the type of person that wanted extra credit would be on time anyway.

Upon reaching the center of the floor, he started by doing some simple arm stretches and looking to the group. He brought his elbow up above his head and touched his hand to the opposing shoulder-blade.

"Easy enough, right?" He said, not smiling.

[Bobby Drake]

Robert duplicates Jackson’s stretches, resisting the urge to go into his own warmup routine instead – after all, his whole point in doing this is to fit in with the group. Which, judging from Laurie’s concern, he’s not doing a particularly adequate job of.

> " Are you feeling all right? "

He tries for a reassuring smile, manages little more than an awkward quirk of the lips. "I am… undamaged." It doesn’t seem proper to say he’s all right, when it’s become clear by now that he isn’t, but at the same time he’s not ill. He’s a mutant, is all. Or a “mutate”, to use Dr. Richards’ term. He’s different. And he’ll get better at living with it, just like he did with his original power.

At least, he will if it doesn’t kill him first.

Changing the subject seems an appropriate response, though he’s at a bit of a loss for a suitable choice. He continues to stretch as he thinks about it, finally settling on: "Dr. McCoy tells me that Miss Craft has mostly recovered from her wounds by now."

[Tempero]

Danny follows the conversation intently, but does not take an active role in it, his mind on other things, first and foremost the concern whether he will be accepted in this small group.

He follows Jack's motions exactly, and almost effortlessly, without giving it a second thought, his eyes focused somewhere beyond Robert's head, as if there was something extremely interesting hovering above it.

He snaps out for a second when Robert says something about a certain Miss Craft. He shrugs it off, however, and goes on into his peaceful absent world, switching to autopilot once more.

((sorry for short and crappy posting T.T ))

[Laurie Collins]

"Oh, good. I mean...well, not good for you, but it sorts out some of my dilemmas. Hmm...if you like, I could help you with that? Right now, I mean. It won't be anything permanent, but as long as you're within range, I am sure you could control it."

Laurie smiles slightly at him as he stumbles through the sentence, trying to convey apology and reassurance through her own distinct discomfort which works…well not at all. With all of that nonsense roiling about inside her it’s a moment before she even realizes what he’s said. So is he saying he could make it so that I could control my power? Is that his power? That’s an interesting mutation… it would be great to have control without worrying about misusing it, after all he could just back away if I started doing something wrong. she opens her mouth to ask the questions that are skittering through her mind quick and shaky as water bugs but before she can he’s spoken again.

"Um...maybe rather not...I mean, it makes things less fun, no?"

“O-oh. Um okay. That’s fine.” Laurie says weakly, turning away from the other boy quickly, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste to look somewhere else. Great, he probably just thinks I’m some kind of loser and realized he really didn’t want to be connected to me in any way. Her awkward and rather stunted social perceptions jump to the embarrassing conclusion as quickly as usual.

"Well, I think we can start with some stretches while we talk,"

The unsettlingly blank-faced leader of their little band of athletes speaks up with an order and Laurie copies his position after a moment of comically intense concentration on his movements, as if she’s trying to learn rocket science instead of stretch her shoulder.

“I am… undamaged."

Bob draws her attention again with his not-at-all-comforting response and she forgets stretching for a moment, freezing and looking at him with equal quizzical concern as before.

“Well that’s…good? Er, I mean, I’m glad you’re not hurt or anything.” she says lamely, too shy and uncertain of what her ’social rights’, so to speak, with a friendly acquaintance are to probe further without being invited.

"Dr. McCoy tells me that Miss Craft has mostly recovered from her wounds by now."

If he meant to distract her attention he’s done a good job, her eyes widen slightly and she fidgets awkwardly in place. “Oh, good! Mat—um, all her students, were probably really worried about her after all that, uh, mission stuff so soon after everything that happened here. So it’s good that the worry has, um, ended. Yes.” You are such a loser. She pulls angrily at her arm at the thought, berating herself for being so easily flustered, then stifles a yelp as she forgets herself and throws all her strength into the stretch as an outlet for her frustration. Geez I’ve got to calm down before someone gets run through with a volleyball pole in some pheromone induced panic or something.