Nightcrawling

[thefuzzyguy]

Who: Kurt and open to all (particularly all who are inclined to climb on things for little to no reason, or at least look up)
Where: District 1, exploring in a distinctly non-linear way
When: 11th of June, evening onward
Summary: Kurt's not actually all that good at playing normal human, image inducer or not. Wandering and socializing in an extra dimension. Come poke him.
Warnings: Nada

Kurt first intended to just go for an exploratory walk, but he's long since abandoned that verb. He's not ready to turn off his image inducer, but there are some people stranger than he is here, and the odd architecture and raised walkways and tall buildings are too tempting. It's not like anyone's going to see him climbing into random trees and roofs and tell people at school, after all. So while he is on the ground occasionally, he's not inclined to give it any more attention than walls and the convenient eaves and brackets of the buildings. The freedom of movement is daring and leaves him almost cheerful. There might be some advantages to not being home.

Comments

[littlewhitelies]

"Really? I think you'd look fine in it."

That wide smile and light to her eyes suggests that she's joking...Mostly. "Mainly hanging out, though? Doesn't that get," M'gann is about to say boring, but then she thinks back on their conversation before, recalling some of what was said.

"Oh- Wait, wait! I remember now; you said you were from Germany before. I guess that changing locations like that is pretty surprising; better to take things easy, huh? Come to think of it, I needed to do some adjusting when I arrived at the states, too." Some, but not all. That statement doesn't exactly line up with her claim to be from Massachusetts.

[thefuzzyguy]

"Well, I got to the States a year ago. I guess I'm just not a joiner." A big part of it is Danger Room sessions, flying lessons, and missions taking up a lot of his time, but a lot of the other X-men manage to make time for school junk. He hasn't tried. "I was kinda homeschooled when I was younger. The whole club thing just doesn't work for me. ...Where were you before?" He figures he's probably remembering her story wrong, but then, she has no hint of an accent. Army brat, maybe?

[littlewhitelies]

"B-before?"

Oh.

Oh dear. She realizes her mixup a second too late, with not nearly enough time to control or mask her expression into something other then 'oh NOT good.' The best M'gann can do is give a nervous laugh, glancing away to look at the building around them.

"Oh! Well...Like I said, Massachusetts was before Rhode Island. Um, before then I was with my family in-" Think think think because this would be a really good time to come up with an Earth location.

"Q-Qurac. Um, Middle East territory. That's where some of my family is at." That technically isn't a full lie, either; just her adoptive family instead of the one on Mars.

[thefuzzyguy]

His geography is pretty good, and he doesn't know that one, but he doesn't let himself question her more. Never mind that it's a bit rude. It'd invite being interrogated right back. "You moved around a lot," he says instead with a cheerful nod. "I've only lived the two places. Just... On opposite sides of the ocean." And he's been to Canada. And Egypt. And space. But that's hard to work into a perfectly normal conversation.

[littlewhitelies]

"Well, 'only two places' or not, I like talking to you anyway." She's so matter of fact when she says that, and equally sincere. Though after she says that, M'gann notices that the light is well fading from the sky; they're not even standing in shadow now, just an ambient evening darkness.

"I should probably get going, though." She has miscreants to punch things to do, after all. But first, M'gann gets her second to last pastry out of the bag. "Here, have one more for the road?"

[thefuzzyguy]

"Nein, don't want to take your snacks. You might need them to bait more weirdos down from trees." He shrugs with a self-deprecating smile. "Have fun. I'll see you around." It is nice to have someone around his own age to talk with, even if she is an excitable cheerleader type who'd probably scream if she saw him for real, not to mention pretend he didn't exist in an actual high school. Being a mutant and a geek doesn't really make for good high school experiences. He's cynical.

[littlewhitelies]

"Well, okay. Now I know a good way to get you to open up conversations, though." And get him down from trees for more socializing. He seems like a nice enough person, kind of like her in that sort-of-kind-of new kid sense. (And perhaps more then kind of in other categories, though she's a long way from realizing that.)

M'gann gives another friendly wave and smile as she leaves, before turning her attention to what she'll be doing tonight. And how to make the last of that treat in her hand disappear.