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<td valign="top">[[Image: MoA Echo.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Maya Lincoln-Lopez|Maya Lincoln-Lopez/Echo]]''' ''Running into a cranky and concussed [[Artie Maddicks]], [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4058186.html Maya gets a lesson in basic conversation].''
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<td valign="top">[[Image: MoA Echo.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Maya Lincoln-Lopez|Maya Lincoln-Lopez/Echo]]''' ''With [[Garrison Kane]] monitoring, [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4058682.html Maya goes suit-gliding] in the [[Danger Room]].''
  
“And here I thought zombies only existed in movies.
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Maya bounced from foot to foot as she waited outside the control booth to the Danger Room, almost unable to contain herself as she waited for Garrison to arrive. She was pretty sure she'd broken some sort of land speed record getting changed into her Xavier issued training suit, although that may have just been the fact she hadn't been this excited since she'd been given her first motor bike training ride.
  
Maya stood at the entrance to the kitchen, which stood, conveniently enough, in a small hallway off to the side of the main stairs. It was both an easy run from the residential areas and nicely central to the other parts of Xavier’s school for the eternally optimistic and slightly or entirely mad.  
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"Maya. This is God, Maya." Kane's voice suddenly boomed out of the hidden speakers as she saw him take a seat in the control booth. "So what's your pleasure? Sky-diving, base jumping, suit gliding?"
  
Maya hadn’t asked anyone about the last but she was fairly sure you had to be permanently lacking in sanity to live here long-term.  
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"I'm pretty sure God has a better beard, but suit gliding please. You got a demonstration for me first?"
  
Artie gave her a tired glare. "Hi Maya. i'm well thanks. How are you today?" Maybe modelling polite conversation would work with Maya. Who knew. He reached the kitchen and the coffee maker and poured one out.  
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"You've been in the DR before. First thing it will simulate is the suit. Once you're comfortable with it, ask for the tutorial and it will have a virtual guide take you through the basics before your first run. I'm keeping the limiters pretty high, so don't expect the extreme runs right off the bat. But, you prove you've got it and I'll start taking the restrictions off."
  
“I’m stuck in a never ending hellscape while my family is in danger and I can’t be with them. Oh, and they guy who told my Dad he’d look after me left me with some bald, old guy as a guardian. How are you?
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"Fair enough. Do I get to choose the suit colors?"
  
Having delivered that short tirade via sign, Maya walked back into the kitchen and took a seat, chin immediately meeting hand as she gave Artie a bright, sunny smile laced with sarcasm. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, she actually did. She just had no ability to be _nice_.  
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Maya made her way to the Danger Room entrance and punched in her personal code, it didn't work without an adult present in the control booth given that she was 1. Still a minor and 2. Not part of the X-men. But considering Garrison was right there, the door opened without any trouble. Of course, given the bitching she sometimes heard from Doug about people forgetting their passwords, she was glad she had an eidetic memory. Wade might be off who knew where the hell but she liked to make sure the people he cared about were doing okay, even from a distance.  
  
None of that was new, though. Artie drank his coffee, eyes half closed and felt some of his headache ease. The hangover half. The other half of his headache was mostly from the now barely visible bruise on his cheekbone and coffee didn't fix that or any of the other bruises he had. One handed, the other still cradling the half empty mug, Artie signed "Yes, and?"
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"Unless you piss me off. If you do, you're flying in plaid. Violent plaid." He said, double-checking the specs. The DR's safety protocols were expansive but he wanted to be sure.  
  
“I have a dance recital?” she signed back.  
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"There's a joke in there somewhere. I'm pretty sure it's along the lines of 'Hi, I'm Maya, have we met?'."
  
She gave him a somewhat quizzical look, unsure as to exactly what he was looking for. She wasn’t a sharer, or a person to whom small talk came naturally.  
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Maya walked past the door and allowed the room to scan her, pushing her arms out to her side as it did so. The room had her measurements and more besides in it's database but the minute changes in body mass and makeup over time meant a preliminary surface scan any time a user entered the room was just common sense and a good safety measure besides.
  
He was too hungover for this. Whatever. Fuck it. "Maya," Artie put the coffee cup down and used both hands now, for additional emphasis. "Am I your therapist or a friend?"
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"Plaid it is." The DR finished the scan and began to build the initial suit. The room used solid light technology to fuel the holograms, which provided a huge level of realism. The suit would support her weight and interact fully with the simulation.  
  
"Friend."  
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"Now you'll never know whether I was actually going to choose plaid anyway. Maybe I have Scottish ancestry and I'm just really into heather mixture." Maya let the hologram build around her, ignoring the slight twitchiness that always happened while she was waiting for it to complete. It wasn't that she couldn't be still, that was easy, it was the feeling of weight settling against her skin, even when it was only light. "Where am I gliding today?"
  
Maya's sign was in no way hesitant, although she wasn't exactly sure where he was going with this. It's not like she was telling him her life story or anything.  
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"Once you finish the tutorial, you get a range of choices. Some of them real, some from movies and fiction. Or you can choose ones made by bored people manning the DR. The Valley of Dicks is a personal triumph."
  
Fuck it. "Look, I'm telling you this as a friend because I am out of fucks to give today. You don't talk friends like that - starting with an insult and going on to bitch about shit that isn't going to change. You have a fucking conversation. If you did that, people would get along with you better. You're a good kid. Let them see that by having a normal conversation occasionally." Artie rubbed his temples. Yeah, he needed that Tylenol.
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"I'm too afraid to ask whether that's an entire valley made from realistic penii...penises? Or did you just decided to make a whole bunch of National Monuments all in a row?"
  
"Firstly, that wasn't an insult, it was a joke but whatever. Anyway, did you miss the part where I told you I had a dance recital?"
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Maya sighed in relief as the suit finished forming, jumping up and down a few times and stretching out like she would before a dance performance. You could never be too ready for this sort of thing, especially since people liked to throw in 'training moments' in even the most benign of simulations.
  
"Right. I missed that. Sorry." The word dripped with sarcasm. "It doesn't change the fact that you think a joke is when you insult someone!"
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"It looks like a coral reef, all drifting lazily in the wind." He reminded himself she was a minor but was pretty sure she'd seen worst years ago on the internet. "I'm loading the tutorial now. It's got no obstacles. Just meant to get you used to the suit."  
 
 
"Are you just looking to fight with me?"
 
 
 
Maya who had started off signing one handed had also switched to two for emphasis, her gestures sharper as her temper, never far from the surface began to boil. She wasn't here to be lectured to by anyone, not even a friend.  
 
 
 
"From where I'm standing, you started by looking for a fight. You're snippy. Can't you just chill the fuck out for fifteen goddamn minutes for once in your life? People would like you better if you had a little chill sometimes." Artie's pose was was relaxed and his face and hands matched his posture. XForce made you an actor. But his heart was racing. Fuck, come in for tylenol, pick a fight with a kid. Whatever.
 
  
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“I can almost sense the therapy session with Haller about how the Moose-like Canadian traumatized my seventeen year old mind with his penis reef. I’m sure there’ll be sobbing and possibly vows to never see a boy naked.”
 
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Revision as of 17:11, 2 March 2019

MoA Echo.png
Moment of Awesome - Maya Lincoln-Lopez/Echo With Garrison Kane monitoring, Maya goes suit-gliding in the Danger Room.

Maya bounced from foot to foot as she waited outside the control booth to the Danger Room, almost unable to contain herself as she waited for Garrison to arrive. She was pretty sure she'd broken some sort of land speed record getting changed into her Xavier issued training suit, although that may have just been the fact she hadn't been this excited since she'd been given her first motor bike training ride.

"Maya. This is God, Maya." Kane's voice suddenly boomed out of the hidden speakers as she saw him take a seat in the control booth. "So what's your pleasure? Sky-diving, base jumping, suit gliding?"

"I'm pretty sure God has a better beard, but suit gliding please. You got a demonstration for me first?"

"You've been in the DR before. First thing it will simulate is the suit. Once you're comfortable with it, ask for the tutorial and it will have a virtual guide take you through the basics before your first run. I'm keeping the limiters pretty high, so don't expect the extreme runs right off the bat. But, you prove you've got it and I'll start taking the restrictions off."

"Fair enough. Do I get to choose the suit colors?"

Maya made her way to the Danger Room entrance and punched in her personal code, it didn't work without an adult present in the control booth given that she was 1. Still a minor and 2. Not part of the X-men. But considering Garrison was right there, the door opened without any trouble. Of course, given the bitching she sometimes heard from Doug about people forgetting their passwords, she was glad she had an eidetic memory. Wade might be off who knew where the hell but she liked to make sure the people he cared about were doing okay, even from a distance.

"Unless you piss me off. If you do, you're flying in plaid. Violent plaid." He said, double-checking the specs. The DR's safety protocols were expansive but he wanted to be sure.

"There's a joke in there somewhere. I'm pretty sure it's along the lines of 'Hi, I'm Maya, have we met?'."

Maya walked past the door and allowed the room to scan her, pushing her arms out to her side as it did so. The room had her measurements and more besides in it's database but the minute changes in body mass and makeup over time meant a preliminary surface scan any time a user entered the room was just common sense and a good safety measure besides.

"Plaid it is." The DR finished the scan and began to build the initial suit. The room used solid light technology to fuel the holograms, which provided a huge level of realism. The suit would support her weight and interact fully with the simulation.

"Now you'll never know whether I was actually going to choose plaid anyway. Maybe I have Scottish ancestry and I'm just really into heather mixture." Maya let the hologram build around her, ignoring the slight twitchiness that always happened while she was waiting for it to complete. It wasn't that she couldn't be still, that was easy, it was the feeling of weight settling against her skin, even when it was only light. "Where am I gliding today?"

"Once you finish the tutorial, you get a range of choices. Some of them real, some from movies and fiction. Or you can choose ones made by bored people manning the DR. The Valley of Dicks is a personal triumph."

"I'm too afraid to ask whether that's an entire valley made from realistic penii...penises? Or did you just decided to make a whole bunch of National Monuments all in a row?"

Maya sighed in relief as the suit finished forming, jumping up and down a few times and stretching out like she would before a dance performance. You could never be too ready for this sort of thing, especially since people liked to throw in 'training moments' in even the most benign of simulations.

"It looks like a coral reef, all drifting lazily in the wind." He reminded himself she was a minor but was pretty sure she'd seen worst years ago on the internet. "I'm loading the tutorial now. It's got no obstacles. Just meant to get you used to the suit."

“I can almost sense the therapy session with Haller about how the Moose-like Canadian traumatized my seventeen year old mind with his penis reef. I’m sure there’ll be sobbing and possibly vows to never see a boy naked.”