First Verse - Video

[anythingwithstrings]

*Someone is clearly using a properly mounted camera for this, she quickly messes with her hair as the video opens before she steps back. She's wearing a big old school pair of headphones over her ears and is looking not angry, but in a general state of teenage annoyance with all things that exist.*

Hi, I'm Maya. One of the fun students who started five years ago but ended up a Lost Boy instead of growing up. I've got this weird idea I won't get spoiled for all the stuff I used to watch but given my powers that isn't really happening. Which I will just sum up with this. Yes, I can hear you, please don't yell. No, I'm not being anti-social with these headphones on. I'm not sorry if I sneak up on you, I haven't figured out how to stop canceling out my own footsteps when I move around campus, and I don't care.

Anyway, with the whole club week thing going on... I was wondering who all has some skills at music, kinda hoping to get a band together. Not like a band club, or a glee club, but like an actual band with a cool name, and gigs, and eventually groupies and tabloids talking about stints in rehab.

*Musicians and rehab are a timeless thing and a safe non-dated reference to make.*

Otherwise I might have something else club-like in the works, but I need to talk to one of the teacher's first. One of the teachers I actually respect as an adult, and I didn't go to school with.

*So. Very. Jaded.*

Locked to Hank McCoy - Voice
*Look at how Maya isn't just contacting him via her powers and is actually sending a message through the school's intranet? See how totally responsible and less surprising this is?*

Dr. McCoy, I was told to talk to you if I wanted to take up my old post of trying to coordinate students during crisis situations and helping to keep track of intruders and attacks and other stuff you can try to convince me won't happen when you've got a school buzzing with security systems.

Cause I would, not that all the electronics aren't neat, they just don't always yield the best results. *Translation: Everything that happened her last school year.*

Comments

[anythingwithstrings]

My notion of fun is very different now than when I turned fifteen.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Ah... ...not quite sure I follow. [A pause, and his expression grows a bit more pensive.] Although... I can certainly understand how.. events.. can change one's perspective.

[anythingwithstrings]

It's not really something I can explain. Given... everything.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

Well... I don't wish to pry, certainly. But if you should feel the need to speak about it... [He trails off a little, smiles sheepishly, and scratches at the back of his head.] ...well, then I imagine you have closer friends to whom you'd much sooner turn, but the offer stands, regardless.

[anythingwithstrings]

My closer friends grew up without me. A few of them I haven't gotten to see yet since waking up.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

...mm. I can only imagine, of course. But, as that's the case... if I can be of any assistance, please, don't hesitate.

[anythingwithstrings]

*Silence. Long Silence. She's looking a bit uneasy before looking up.*

...Thanks.

[knighterrantofthedragon]

[He shakes his head and smiles a touch more warmly.]

It's an honor and a pleasure to be of service. Particularly to someone who--if it's not too bold, on my part--I'd like to consider a friend.