Post by Megan Drukker on Jul 13, 2008 19:27:14 GMT
< The X-Men are a kind of mutant police force… mostly anti-terrorist stuff, though we’ve been known to stop the occasional mugging on a dull afternoon
< We do some work with the government, since they've found that the best way to combat mutant terrorists is with mutants themselves.
Megan balks a little at the word 'police', though (with her usual *ahem* grace) she tries to hide it; any time she and her lot had crossed paths with the 'local bobbies' back in Blighty it had usually been bad news, and amusing as the image of Warren and Josh in full riot gear with yapping Dobermans and truncheons is, it's a potentially rather impressive tick in the hang on a minute, love, you actually really don't belong here column...
... though, as the explanation continues... it sounds kinda cool, actually. She blurts out "So y'r like super'eroes then?" and immediately regrets it, because it's a stupid question; superheroes aren't real, are they?
Then again, yesterday she'd have said the same about secret underground laboratories....
< The Danger Room is dangerous because we'd rather keep the danger in one place... otherwise it has a way of spreading
Warren's something of a question mark in Megan's book - it's hard to tell whether he's genuinely jovial and sarcastic (in which case... yay, kindred spirits. Sort of) or talking down to her (which is an irritating possibility, but wouldn't be totally surprising given that he is, after all, a teacher and she a new student who hasn't exactly gone out of her way to prove her maturity as of yet). She responds with a droll "Oh, right, of course" as if it's taken for given and she's a silly old soul for having to ask what a Danger Room is.
< The hanger has planes in it, of course
... again, doesn't exactly help with the confusion over where he's coming from.
< The reason I told you to get off the basketball court if you hear an alarm go off is because our private jet launches out of the hangar through it
She's about ready to respond with another non-plussed 'whatever', but... private jet? "Bloody 'ell!" she blurts out, clearly impressed, her eyes widening "S'like somethin' outta Thunderbirds. This is insane, lads. Totally freakin' insane! Her eyes light up. "C'n we take it f'a spin?"
< Finally, the Danger Room is a training room that can simulate many different environments. Since all of us have such diverse powers, its adaptability is useful
It takes her a moment or two to process that last part, but once she's figured out what all of that means - "So it's like a Virtual Reality kinda thing, aye?" - her serious concentration switches to bouncy-excited. "Holy freakin' cow this place is, like, Awesome. Well wicked. Y'gotta be shittin' me, 'cos... wow. This is insane."
< We do some work with the government, since they've found that the best way to combat mutant terrorists is with mutants themselves.
Megan balks a little at the word 'police', though (with her usual *ahem* grace) she tries to hide it; any time she and her lot had crossed paths with the 'local bobbies' back in Blighty it had usually been bad news, and amusing as the image of Warren and Josh in full riot gear with yapping Dobermans and truncheons is, it's a potentially rather impressive tick in the hang on a minute, love, you actually really don't belong here column...
... though, as the explanation continues... it sounds kinda cool, actually. She blurts out "So y'r like super'eroes then?" and immediately regrets it, because it's a stupid question; superheroes aren't real, are they?
Then again, yesterday she'd have said the same about secret underground laboratories....
< The Danger Room is dangerous because we'd rather keep the danger in one place... otherwise it has a way of spreading
Warren's something of a question mark in Megan's book - it's hard to tell whether he's genuinely jovial and sarcastic (in which case... yay, kindred spirits. Sort of) or talking down to her (which is an irritating possibility, but wouldn't be totally surprising given that he is, after all, a teacher and she a new student who hasn't exactly gone out of her way to prove her maturity as of yet). She responds with a droll "Oh, right, of course" as if it's taken for given and she's a silly old soul for having to ask what a Danger Room is.
< The hanger has planes in it, of course
... again, doesn't exactly help with the confusion over where he's coming from.
< The reason I told you to get off the basketball court if you hear an alarm go off is because our private jet launches out of the hangar through it
She's about ready to respond with another non-plussed 'whatever', but... private jet? "Bloody 'ell!" she blurts out, clearly impressed, her eyes widening "S'like somethin' outta Thunderbirds. This is insane, lads. Totally freakin' insane! Her eyes light up. "C'n we take it f'a spin?"
< Finally, the Danger Room is a training room that can simulate many different environments. Since all of us have such diverse powers, its adaptability is useful
It takes her a moment or two to process that last part, but once she's figured out what all of that means - "So it's like a Virtual Reality kinda thing, aye?" - her serious concentration switches to bouncy-excited. "Holy freakin' cow this place is, like, Awesome. Well wicked. Y'gotta be shittin' me, 'cos... wow. This is insane."
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