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xp_logsAmerica talks to her new best friend about his friends and where they're from, finding a new option for herself in the process.
America finished paying for the entire food cart as the last of the kids got something to eat, then took her own plate. "Xiè xie nǐ," she said to the cart owner. She took her food and plopped down on the crumbling pavement next to Kyle.
"Spring roll?" Kyle tipped his plate in America's direction, indicating the rolls on the end of his. "I got the last two, but I'll share."
"Oh yeah, definitely one of my favorites in this dimension." She brushed her hands off before she took the offered food.
"Okay, walk me through the dimension thing again. I mean I get it, but." Kyle dunked his spring roll in the not-orange not-mostly-sugar sauce, took a bite, and then shoveled rice in his mouth. "You're not from here, I get that, but you know you're not from here. Which is the weird part for me, because we had a whole thing a bunch of years ago."
"There was a big bong that gave me the worst migraine about five-six years ago. The Multiverse felt hella smaller, too." She said around a mouthful of spring roll.
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, that'd be the thing. Universe got all smushed together by a guy with a star in his head. So now what. I mean, we know some people who can help those kids out, but uh, I mean are you gonna be safe here?"
America snorted a laugh, holding her mouth to keep the delicious food on the inside where it belonged. "I'll be fine. Bored as hell, but I'm going to go back to looking for someone to help me get my power back. I mean, what if I want to go home one day?" She took another bite and chewed while she thought. "I mean, I love dimension hopping. It's fun as hell. But the thought of NEVER going home? It's hard."
"Oh shit, so you're super homeless." Kyle dug around in his jacket pocket. "Hold on, I have a card for this." He did, finally find it, a little bent at the corners. "So, haha, wanna move to America, America?"
Both eyebrows shot up as far as they could go. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" She asked before she even read the card.
"I mean with me like, in my apartment, no. Like, am I telling you there's a place in New York that might be able to help with your powers and is a pretty safe spot for mutants to live and like, actually be out? Yeah." Kyle waved his hand, claws out, at the card. "Xavier Institute for the Gifted. This is cool, nobody lets me give this talk. Safe place for mutants, lots of powers stuff, little bit of - you know, this kinda thing, work with the mutant underground to get folks out of bad situations, sometimes go into Madripoor and meet women who are like, packing more guns than Rambo." He paused. "Hey. hey, hey, what do you bench because we have a sick gym."
"Like, school?" She finished her food and leaned back on her hands. "I grew up learning how to use my power, like when I learned to walk. But maybe a different dimension needs a different perspective."
"Eh, not much of a school, more of a... I dunno, weird mutant commune condo that also does powers training? And, uh. Has." He pulled his hair back to show the earpiece behind his ear. "You know, all this X-Men stuff. Which is not a thing you have to do, but it is a thing you could totes do."
"What's rent like? Do you have wifi?" America really warmed to the idea.
"Free. I was pretty much a bum for like two years and I still had a decent place." Kyle said. "I mean if you're a bum usually you get voluntold to do stuff for the mutant underground, so there is that. Wifi's solid as hell, there's a dude who does a thing. Also, like, fulla cute people. Superheroes, man, we are all ripped or something." He jabbed at his abs with his thumb.
America barely kept from spitting her food out with her laughter. "I could do that," she said quietly, accepting.
"Cool. I'll uh." Kyle pulled out his phone. "ima let Scott know you're heading back with us, and in the meantime, dude, I for real need to know if you can bench me, because I legit need that info if I am gonna wing man for you."
America finished paying for the entire food cart as the last of the kids got something to eat, then took her own plate. "Xiè xie nǐ," she said to the cart owner. She took her food and plopped down on the crumbling pavement next to Kyle.
"Spring roll?" Kyle tipped his plate in America's direction, indicating the rolls on the end of his. "I got the last two, but I'll share."
"Oh yeah, definitely one of my favorites in this dimension." She brushed her hands off before she took the offered food.
"Okay, walk me through the dimension thing again. I mean I get it, but." Kyle dunked his spring roll in the not-orange not-mostly-sugar sauce, took a bite, and then shoveled rice in his mouth. "You're not from here, I get that, but you know you're not from here. Which is the weird part for me, because we had a whole thing a bunch of years ago."
"There was a big bong that gave me the worst migraine about five-six years ago. The Multiverse felt hella smaller, too." She said around a mouthful of spring roll.
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, that'd be the thing. Universe got all smushed together by a guy with a star in his head. So now what. I mean, we know some people who can help those kids out, but uh, I mean are you gonna be safe here?"
America snorted a laugh, holding her mouth to keep the delicious food on the inside where it belonged. "I'll be fine. Bored as hell, but I'm going to go back to looking for someone to help me get my power back. I mean, what if I want to go home one day?" She took another bite and chewed while she thought. "I mean, I love dimension hopping. It's fun as hell. But the thought of NEVER going home? It's hard."
"Oh shit, so you're super homeless." Kyle dug around in his jacket pocket. "Hold on, I have a card for this." He did, finally find it, a little bent at the corners. "So, haha, wanna move to America, America?"
Both eyebrows shot up as far as they could go. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" She asked before she even read the card.
"I mean with me like, in my apartment, no. Like, am I telling you there's a place in New York that might be able to help with your powers and is a pretty safe spot for mutants to live and like, actually be out? Yeah." Kyle waved his hand, claws out, at the card. "Xavier Institute for the Gifted. This is cool, nobody lets me give this talk. Safe place for mutants, lots of powers stuff, little bit of - you know, this kinda thing, work with the mutant underground to get folks out of bad situations, sometimes go into Madripoor and meet women who are like, packing more guns than Rambo." He paused. "Hey. hey, hey, what do you bench because we have a sick gym."
"Like, school?" She finished her food and leaned back on her hands. "I grew up learning how to use my power, like when I learned to walk. But maybe a different dimension needs a different perspective."
"Eh, not much of a school, more of a... I dunno, weird mutant commune condo that also does powers training? And, uh. Has." He pulled his hair back to show the earpiece behind his ear. "You know, all this X-Men stuff. Which is not a thing you have to do, but it is a thing you could totes do."
"What's rent like? Do you have wifi?" America really warmed to the idea.
"Free. I was pretty much a bum for like two years and I still had a decent place." Kyle said. "I mean if you're a bum usually you get voluntold to do stuff for the mutant underground, so there is that. Wifi's solid as hell, there's a dude who does a thing. Also, like, fulla cute people. Superheroes, man, we are all ripped or something." He jabbed at his abs with his thumb.
America barely kept from spitting her food out with her laughter. "I could do that," she said quietly, accepting.
"Cool. I'll uh." Kyle pulled out his phone. "ima let Scott know you're heading back with us, and in the meantime, dude, I for real need to know if you can bench me, because I legit need that info if I am gonna wing man for you."
