Room 528, Saturday Night

[icecoldfrost]

Tomorrow was the move back to the cabins, so tonight Emma was packing. Music cranked up to eleven as she worked, swaying along with the beat as she tossed stuff into her duffel bag.

She still didn't have much, but her closet was a LOT fuller than it had been upon her arrival, and she was actually needing to chose between outfits.

A girl could get used to this.

[Open door, open post!]

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Jean made a face, thinking of the time when her powers overwhelmed her. "Like it? Why would I like that noise constantly in my head? You might be okay with hearing everyone's thoughts, but I'm not like you. I know people wouldn't like it if they knew you could control it." There was a pause before, "You can control it, right?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Is it a day ending in 'Y', and have they been screaming at the top of their little mental voices about sex again?" Emma asked dryly. "It depends on my level of patience that day."

Usually. Just... not always. And like hell Emma was going to admit to her occasional accidents to this judgmental little twit.

"Really, it's a miracle I haven't made someone think they were a banana out of sheer vexation. We're in a dorm, if you haven't noticed, and they're loud even when they sleep."

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"I hadn't actually," Jean admitted. "I block them out unless I need to use it. Otherwise I'd end up hearing the whole island."

Or they project really, really loud.

People never realized when they did, but she certainly was aware.

[icecoldfrost]

"You might as well blind yourself to keep from seeing the fashion disasters, or cut off a hand to prevent yourself from eating the last chocolate," Emma replied, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

"I usually keep most of it out, unless it's been a long week, but I wouldn't want to keep it all out. If someone's thinking something in my direction, then I want to know about it. That's my right as a person."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"I didn't even have this until recently," Jean replied, slumping back on the bed and slowly putting the items from Emma's desk back in place. "It was just the telekinesis."

[icecoldfrost]

"At least you knew that powers were real," Emma pointed out as she went back to carefully folding up her blouse. "Or did you think you were going insane when the voices started up?"

And why did Miss Perfect get two powers? So unfair.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean sighed and leaned back on the bed. "I almost killed my friends when it got to be too much."

[icecoldfrost]

"Then practice so it doesn't get to be too much," Emma said flatly. "They've got some sort of 'magical' meeting group where people can practice, or you can always work on blocking out Tweety."

Seriously, Emma was rather sure Dinah couldn't get more loud.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Which is why I control it like this," Jean snapped. "It's scary, alright? To know you can do that."

There was a pause.

"Tweety?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Blonde touch-telepath. Bounces." Somehow, Emma put entire layers of disdain into the word. "Loves everyone, and is the mental equivalent of a lion roaring in the library when she's had too much sugar."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Jean didn't make a face, really. "That sounds--" Loud. "--interesting."

[icecoldfrost]

"Loud, Jean. The word you want is 'loud.'" WHAT?

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

"Does she know that?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I told her to think about lobbing a softball underhand if she was trying to talk with someone; you don't need a giant wind-up to get a good result," Emma replied. "She doesn't mean to do it, I don't think, she just naturally projects everything."

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean nodded slowly in understanding. It was kinda... nice to have someone her age who got these things.

"I can help--if you wanted."

[icecoldfrost]

"I think she's already working with Karla, maybe, or Ronan, but you could check," she mused. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind the help."

Emma? Deliberately misunderstand? Never.

"Congratulations, by the way. You've been dumped into the school filled with blonde female telepaths. We're like the Children of the Corn meet the Stepford Wives, only prettier and yet scarier."

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"At least I'm a redhead," Jean joked. "I meant--" That probably wasn't going to work, Jean.

"If we worked together?"

Ever the girl scout.

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm doing fine," Emma managed pleasantly. "But thank you for the offer."

Like hell she was taking help from the moralizing girl scout, although this meant she should probably take Ronan up on those dinner and telepathy dates to sharpen her edge. No new girl was going to show her up.

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"Okay." Jean stood up, brushing her hair back behind her ear nervously. "I guess I'll see you around then?"