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xp_nightcrawlerI was sore from combat class when I woke up on Thursday, which has made me even more determined to start doing some circus stuff here. Piotr and I went to the gym after Lorna and I went to mass, and I started teaching him to catch, just how to swing and lock, and that sort of thing. He can probably start practicing with me pretty soon, but the other new flyers will have to learn how to fall before learning to be caught.
But before they learn to fall, they have to show up and get acts! I was thinking that everyone who wants to give this a go (and I know who you are, and will be after you) should have a meeting, so I can tell you about the different acts, and put you together with teams. So how does sometime this week sound? If after dinner on Monday is good with you, comment here.
Friday was....full of drama. I mean, I grew up with performers, and they were never like this. The circus people....we all grew up with the knowledge that we were a small group of people who knew *everything* about each other's lives from living in such close quarters but that we had to stay together, regardless. So you learn to either make sure what you're doing is worth the risk of upheaval, or you don't do it.
I was planning on going to the amusement park with everyone else, but as events unfolded, I was feeling less and less inclined to spend a day with the soap opera cast, so when Ororo told me she was spending the day at the mansion, I offered to stay with her.
Our day wasn't really pre-arranged or anything, but it was a nice change from the hectic frenzy of exam prep, combat, romantic angst (well....erm...nevermind), or anything of the sort. I don't know how I manage to incorporate circus into every conversation, but we started talking about what I've got in my head for you guys, and we went down to the gym and I persuaded her to try a trick on double trap. My tatoo for St. Julian the Hospitallar is right on my sternum, and I always say a quick prayer when I take my shirt off to go up. I wasn't sure if this little ritual weirded Ororo out or not. I just had her style and then climb up. I think she thought it was cool. I hope so.
Then, since we were already sweating, she asked me help her garden. I had noticed the garden before, but I hadn't thought about who took care of it. My foster mother always teased me about my 'garden' in our trailer. I've had this tiny potted ivy for years. Moving around all the time, we never could have a real garden, and this little plant was my substitute for one. I wonder if anyone waters it now.
Then we had lunch and as I haven't been anywhere up here but the church and the airport, Ororo took me into town. Wearing an image inducer is really strange, it was strange for the little amount of time I wore it to pick up Rahne, but wearing it longer is even stranger. People have never not looked at me, and it's weird to walk through a crowd, being so acutely aware of being different, but not really different. That probably sounds bizarre. It is bizarre.
Ororo wanted to see some movie, but I had never seen the original, so we ended up watching movies at the mansion and eating sweet popcorn. I don't remember what it's called, but it may be my new favorite food.
It's getting late, and I'm going to mass with Marie-Ange (and are you coming to Lorna? Anyone else?) later, so I should stop being such a....well, such a Nightcrawler. :)
G'night guys.
But before they learn to fall, they have to show up and get acts! I was thinking that everyone who wants to give this a go (and I know who you are, and will be after you) should have a meeting, so I can tell you about the different acts, and put you together with teams. So how does sometime this week sound? If after dinner on Monday is good with you, comment here.
Friday was....full of drama. I mean, I grew up with performers, and they were never like this. The circus people....we all grew up with the knowledge that we were a small group of people who knew *everything* about each other's lives from living in such close quarters but that we had to stay together, regardless. So you learn to either make sure what you're doing is worth the risk of upheaval, or you don't do it.
I was planning on going to the amusement park with everyone else, but as events unfolded, I was feeling less and less inclined to spend a day with the soap opera cast, so when Ororo told me she was spending the day at the mansion, I offered to stay with her.
Our day wasn't really pre-arranged or anything, but it was a nice change from the hectic frenzy of exam prep, combat, romantic angst (well....erm...nevermind), or anything of the sort. I don't know how I manage to incorporate circus into every conversation, but we started talking about what I've got in my head for you guys, and we went down to the gym and I persuaded her to try a trick on double trap. My tatoo for St. Julian the Hospitallar is right on my sternum, and I always say a quick prayer when I take my shirt off to go up. I wasn't sure if this little ritual weirded Ororo out or not. I just had her style and then climb up. I think she thought it was cool. I hope so.
Then, since we were already sweating, she asked me help her garden. I had noticed the garden before, but I hadn't thought about who took care of it. My foster mother always teased me about my 'garden' in our trailer. I've had this tiny potted ivy for years. Moving around all the time, we never could have a real garden, and this little plant was my substitute for one. I wonder if anyone waters it now.
Then we had lunch and as I haven't been anywhere up here but the church and the airport, Ororo took me into town. Wearing an image inducer is really strange, it was strange for the little amount of time I wore it to pick up Rahne, but wearing it longer is even stranger. People have never not looked at me, and it's weird to walk through a crowd, being so acutely aware of being different, but not really different. That probably sounds bizarre. It is bizarre.
Ororo wanted to see some movie, but I had never seen the original, so we ended up watching movies at the mansion and eating sweet popcorn. I don't remember what it's called, but it may be my new favorite food.
It's getting late, and I'm going to mass with Marie-Ange (and are you coming to Lorna? Anyone else?) later, so I should stop being such a....well, such a Nightcrawler. :)
G'night guys.
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Date: 2003-06-01 12:13 am (UTC)Monday's fine. :)
And...yeah. Sorry about the "soap opera", if you were talking about me...I know I got kinda mopey for a while and played sappy music. Not the best thing for a roomie to be. :(
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Date: 2003-06-01 12:39 am (UTC)Can I come to church with you all? I am curious about it.
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Date: 2003-06-01 09:44 am (UTC)It's endearing, the constant circus babble. If you do it on a mission, I may have to have Logan remove your larynx, but that is an entirely different story.
"Weirded out"? American slang seems to be growing on you.
It's getting late, and I'm going to mass with Marie-Ange (and are you coming to Lorna? Anyone else?) later, so I should stop being such a....well, such a Nightcrawler.
Actually, would you mind if I came?
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Date: 2003-06-01 10:46 am (UTC)*tries really hard not to blush*
And you forget that despite the accent, I've been in America for five years. :)
And feel free to come join us, the word Catholic means universal.
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Date: 2003-06-01 10:55 am (UTC)And feel free to come join us, the word Catholic means universal.
Yes, but I think if I stood up for the Eucharist I'd still get... smote? smited? smitten?
Ahem. Just kidding. It'll be nice to go somewhere quiet before we head to Baltimore.
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Date: 2003-06-01 11:14 am (UTC)And yes, mass is a nice time for reflection.
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Date: 2003-06-01 11:58 am (UTC)It turns out that when "I" go to sleep, so do the dupes. Maybe I could learn how to do it--the psychic defense class is really doing a number on my concept of what the brain can do--but right now I wouldn't even know where to start.
And I dunno if it'd be a good idea, either--I mean, sleep's as much for the mind as the body, right? If my mind's awake all the time, that's probably not a good thing.
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