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[ghostlygeorge]

"Pft. Personal space? She hardly knows what the two words mean on their own,"

George just grinned at that. She had heard worse. There was probably people out there that hated her. Besides personal space is just something that people use to guard themselves from being hurt. It's a scapegoat and nothing more.

"Future aspirations... hmmm... how about not getting convicted for the murder of two teenage females that convieniently attended my academy? That's pretty reasonable, wouldn't you say?...Or, just one."

Mopey had grinned. George was nearly shocked. But that didn't stop her from responding. "Why would you want to murder Kitty Kat? She seems like a perfectly nice girl..." George said with mock worry. She knew very well that he was talking about her. "I thought you two were getting on great." She looked at Kat. "He just lost those brownie points, then. Planning to murder someone is bad Karma." She added in reference to Kat's bad joke.

She shrugged it off. "What about you, Kat?" George asked. If they were going to say she was nosey or ignorant of that thing called personal space, she might as well live up to it.

[Kat]

Future aspirations... hmmm... how about not getting convicted for the murder of two teenage females that convieniently attended my academy? That's pretty reasonable, wouldn't you say?...Or, just one. Clocks had suggested.

"Oh, if you murder me, could it be somewhere nice, like the flower garden at the school?" She considered that a moment. "And can you do it with something interesting, like a... what do they call those hammers with the half-domes... ball-peen? Yeah. A ball-peen hammer with a smiley-face on it? Guns and drowings... I want people to get their newspaper-money's worth." she asked.

"He just lost those brownie points, then. Planning to murder someone is bad Karma. George added, looking at her.

"Oh, maybe. But, he did bring us tasty baked goodness. That has to count for something." Kat responded.

"What about you, Kat?" her tablemate continued.

"Me? I just want to make it through another day without saying something dumb... but every day's another failure there."

[Clocks]

Clocks was really starting to regret ever getting up this morning. Snagging a muffin, he munched mutely on it, watching the two converse with a sort of perverse, half-there interest. This really was a school for mutants, if only because the people were damn weird on their own. The powers just made them weirder.

"Mmm... if show is a factor, then maybe I'll look into studying up on how to disembowel someone and hang them with their entrails while they're still alive, so they can see it... can you even do that, though? I mean, you'd think your nerves would completely shut down by the time you got half of the lower intestine out, sooo..." Yeah, better stop that thought there. He swallowed the portion of muffin he'd been thoughtfully chewing on. "So, Georgie has future ambitions, then? Assuming she isn't mauled by the next person who's smart enough to get rid of her before she leeches on?"

[ghostlygeorge]

"Mmm... if show is a factor, then maybe I'll look into studying up on how to disembowel someone and hang them with their entrails while they're still alive, so they can see it... can you even do that, though? I mean, you'd think your nerves would completely shut down by the time you got half of the lower intestine out, sooo..."So, Georgie has future ambitions, then? Assuming she isn't mauled by the next person who's smart enough to get rid of her before she leeches on?""

Well, that was an odd statement. But of course George took it into consideration. They were trying to have a conversation with him. It would only be proper to try and talk about what he liked to talk about too. "The human body can take a lot of abuse before it quits. That's why if you don't bash a person's head in, it would take forever to actually beat them to death. I think the person would go into shock. It would be work, but you can keep them alive." George rubbed her chin and pensively took a bite of her muffin. "A leech, am I?" George frowned. She didn't think she was a leech. She was aware she might get mauled someday.

As for future aspiration, she didn't really have any. George didn't know what she wanted to after school. "I'm not sure of what I want to do...When I work I want a job that I don't hate and complain about every chance I get. I just want to be, really." She said. The feeling was complex and she probably didn't explain it well, but whatever. She turned to Kat. "It would be more foolish to be unheard, than to speak your mind don't you think?" She smiled and sort of spaced out, thinking some more.

[Kat]

"It would be work, but you can keep them alive."

"Hmm, well, it'd be work to get at me, unless the person was really quiet, or I was asleep, or something. Hmm... I hope my roomate isn't a psycho or anything."


"I'm not sure of what I want to do...When I work I want a job that I don't hate and complain about every chance I get. That was George again.

"Maybe if you do well at the school, you can be a teacher or something. A team leader? Lana, I think, said that she had seen some people that she thought were graduates in special uniforms going on missions. I was going to look around to see if I could find anything secret like that."

"It would be more foolish to be unheard, than to speak your mind don't you think?" George asked her.

"Oh... no. I think it's better if people think I'm an idiot by my silence than for them to know it by me opening my mouth." She smiled a bit. "Someone else said that, right? A famous person?"

She looked at Mopey-clocks. "And you? Besides being a serial killer?" She was teasing, really.

[Clocks]

Clocks blew a puff of air over his bangs, sighing plaintively and seeming to consider the question. And... he sort of felt weird about George, considering her latest statement -- he used the very same wording when nosy teachers pried into his future life. That was, uhm, creepy.

It would be more foolish to be unheard, than to speak your mind don't you think? He smirked just a faint bit. "That's a bit unfair. Gotta know when to keep quiet and when to speak out, y'know?" Ohhh yes. Insert tableau of trying to reason with several fat, bon viveur farm investors here. No sense trying to talk with people of power who were convinced they had power.

And you? Besides being a serial killer? Hey now, that wasn't fair. He was just being realistic, damnit!

"No idea. Maybe George and I will get married, have fifteen kids by cloning, and organize a new religion or something. Or I'll just be working at McSlave all my life, who knows?" Which, easily translated from Clocks-Speak, was something like: Shaman. Medium. Exorcist. But it wasn't like he could say that out loud. "And occasionally we'll call Kat over to supplement the final body to our thruple-threesome thing."

[ghostlygeorge]

"That's a bit unfair. Gotta know when to keep quiet and when to speak out, y'know?"

George saw Mopey's smirk and matched. "Yeah, but if you keep quiet all the time, you might end up with an annoying talkative girl, that forces you to socialize with stranger for no particular reason, other than her sadistic enjoyment." Her nose twitched as she tried not to cackle uncontrollably.

"And you? Besides being a serial killer?"

"No idea. Maybe George and I will get married, have fifteen kids by cloning, and organize a new religion or something. Or I'll just be working at McSlave all my life, who knows?....And occasionally we'll call Kat over to supplement the final body to our thruple-threesome thing."

George cackled at that. Mopey wasn't so mopey after all. "Fifteen kids by cloning, hmm. Then we'd have annoying little munchkins running around talking about murder, gruesome torture, and other random things. It sounds intriguing." George then looked at Kat, with a lecherous grin. "Adding Kat to the mix is the icing on the cake," she said. Then she shook her head. "I'm not to fond of school. I do well enough, but I feel trapped by it. So Kat will you be joining out threesome?"

[Kat]

"That's a bit unfair. Gotta know when to keep quiet and when to speak out, y'know?" Mopey had said.

"I wish I could get a handle on that. I'm _terrible_... well, you two've seen that already." Kat responded.

"Yeah, but if you keep quiet all the time, you might end up with an annoying talkative girl, that forces you to socialize with stranger for no particular reason, other than her sadistic enjoyment." George said, trying to torment the poor guy.

"Maybe he's found a well-meaning friend?" Kat began, but Mopey added a few things.

"No idea. Maybe George and I will get married, have fifteen kids by cloning, and organize a new religion or something. Or I'll just be working at McSlave all my life, who knows?....And occasionally we'll call Kat over to supplement the final body to our thruple-threesome thing."

It was hard for Kat to tell what was serious and what was hyperbole... but before she could analyze his body language, George leered at her, "Adding Kat to the mix is the icing on the cake. So, Kat will you be joining our threesome?"

Kat's eyebrows went up. "Oh. Uh..." She decided to play along, to try and cover her embarassment. "... well, I have a room to myself, so there'll be plenty of room for all the clone-babies, and the equipment." She thought for a moment. "How do you go about cloning cake icing? Can it be buttercream?"

[Clocks]

The feeling that maybe he'd gone in way over his head hadn't really left yet, but Clocks had more or less allowed it to defer itself to the back of his brain, sure it was going to pop up every now and again to annoy him. Not like he had much of a choice, he felt, when it came to these two. Ergh. He was feeling mushy. Like 'group hug' mushy. It wasn't a good feeling to someone who had trust issues to begin with, but he kept quiet, now idly sucking on the straw he hadn't tossed away for the sheer ability to do something.

I wish I could get a handle on that. I'm _terrible_... well, you two've seen that already. Was she serious? Sitting right next to GEORGE, of all people? The thought was.... really funny. Really, really funny for some reason, but he stayed quiet, lips pursed just in case he made a stupid comment that would warrant backlash from the first girl. Ooh. Scary.

I am so fucking whipped. Not even twenty minutes and she already had him wrapped around her finger. Great.

"Oh, good, so we do have a threesome going? Okay, I'll notify the principal that we'll be eloping shortly... or something." He sighed, palmed his chin and leaned to the side. "So... since it hasn't come up, why are you here? And I mean at school, not at the damn Java Junkie, before you give me some smartass --" A pointed look to George, "-- comment."

[ghostlygeorge]

"Oh, good, so we do have a threesome going? Okay, I'll notify the principal that we'll be eloping shortly... or something.....So... since it hasn't come up, why are you here? And I mean at school, not at the damn Java Junkie, before you give me some smartass ---- comment."

George couldn't help but laugh. He knew her so well. She took that as sign that they were actually friends. She wondered what kinda friend Mopey actually was...but quickly dismissed the thought. "We're eloping this Saturday in Canada...so you better get on it Clocks, deary! Oh, that means Clocks and I have got to get a job...and that means Kat is our dutifully housewife."

She flashed him a grin and leaned back, pretending to mull over the question. "I never knew you cared so much," George said extra sweetly. "Obviously, I'm at the school to get better at my power..." She shrugged. "I can control water." She said simply. George found her power boring, especially considering some of the mutants she lived with. But even so, she was determined to get better at it and make it more interesting.

George looked at Clocks. "I have to ask you the same thing, Mopey. Why are you at Xavier's? Though I assume it has something to do with human bodies." Then she eyed Kat, remembering the girl's uneasiness about the table. She smiled genuinely. "I think Kat is the one that goes bump in the night. Maybe when she's comfortable enough, she'll tell us" she said.

[Kat]

"Oh, good, so we do have a threesome going? Okay, I'll notify the principal that we'll be eloping shortly... or something..." Mopey joked.

"We're eloping this Saturday in Canada...so you better get on it Clocks, deary! Oh, that means Clocks and I have got to get a job...and that means Kat is our dutiful housewife." the other girl responded.

Kat grinned and played along. "Eloping? I hope you have a good ladder. I have lots of luggage." That wasn't really true, though. "Maybe you should get one of those utility trucks with a 'cherry picker' on it? Hmm."
"_I_ have to be the housewife?" she said in mock outrage. "Well... I don't do windows, though. What else do I have to do?" She smirked for a moment. "...and with who?"

George and Mopey went on with their conversation, which ended up mostly a normal one for a while..

"I think Kat is the one that goes bump in the night. Maybe when she's comfortable enough, she'll tell us."

"Oh, I don't do anything spectacular. I can make a force field, or whatever you want to call it... doesn't last long... only until I run out of air." She smiled a bit. "Hey, at least I stayed on my chair... usually I slide around like the floor is waxed or something."