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It’s not really all that big of a deal either though, just something that I love doing. I’ve always enjoyed History, though I can’t exactly say the same for humanities.
Hm, well I guess they aren't for everyone, but History is a humanity so I guess you like a little part of them. Ah, we're close now. [Victoria scanned her security card on the elevator, stepping inside]
Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy
He shifted a little bit, getting comfy in the seat. Crossing his arms over his chest, he turned his attention to the film. In the moments of somewhat tense quiet, he observed the party going on in the movie. Over-saturation of color, too damn loud considering that even though it was more or less disregarded, prohibition was still a going on, and not to mention, confetti was not a thing back then.
While he kept his eyes forward, he was also thinking about the girl next to him. So, not a contracted killer, or else business would’ve been taken care of by now. Maybe another spy, someone like Bucky that Winter Soldier guy, never know how many people are trying to get eyes and ears in a facility like this. But even then, this girl seemed like an antonym for any kind of covert agent. Plus, even if she was, Logan had a pretty good bullshit detector on him.
Allowing a chuckle to escape him, Logan nodded at the woman’s statement. Bending over, he set the beer bottle to the carpet before sitting straight up, and extending his hand out to the woman. With a strange, sideways smirk, he introduced himself. “Logan Howlett, I’m somewhere upwards of one hundred- go back further than that and everything starts to blur.” He raised an eyebrow at her, before nodding to acknowledge her, “Your turn.”
Instead of another long pause where both parties both tried to analyze what exactly was happening in their conversation, while simultaneously trying to gather any scrap of information they could about the other, her new companion just laughed and held out a hand. Victoria shook it in what she hoped was a good, strong manner and smiled.
"Lovely to meet you, Logan. I'm Victoria." She pulled her hand away and shifted a little, not wanting to give her exact age. She knew that this was probably unfair, considering that this man was essentially a stranger and had admitted his age to her, but she just...She couldn't do it right now. Maybe eventually.
"And I'm...well I'm still older, by quite a bit and that's all you need to know." With a joking grin and a wink she added, "A lady never reveals her age."
Fish Out Of Water || Rachel & Victoria
Rachel shook her head, a pleasantly kind smirk on her face. “Nah, it’s cool- out of all the people here, I honestly am the most drug savvy, so I don’t blame you. Though, I’ll admit, I didn’t go near coke until, well, it was at the end of a long road of,” realizing that she was rambling, the woman cut herself off. Waving her hands in the air to signal a return to the subject at hand she finished, “Done a’lotta shit in my time.”
Briefly glancing a Victoria, she pushed herself up and hopped off the bed. As she moved towards her dresser, she remarked, “How ‘bout this…” Pulling open one of the drawers, she shoved t-shirts and tank tops aside before exposing the bottom. While there was a lot of suspicious stuff littering the drawer, Rachel plucked up a small Altoid container, holding it in her palm as a wide grin spread on her face. “You see how you like this, and save your coke for a rainy day.”
The tin box was opened to reveal what appeared to be small, paper squares, with designs ranging from flowers to aliens. A night’s worth of weird and bizarre condensed into such a tiny piece of material. So yeah, it was LSD. With a terribly dangerous grin, the younger woman asking daringly, “What do you say?”
Despite the overall embarrassing-ness of the entire situation and the fact that Victoria was incredibly out of her element- something that didn't happen much anymore- she had to commend herself on her choice of accomplice. Rachel obviously knew what she was doing, and from a variety of experiences too.
The energetic blonde rummaged around in her drawers for a minute, and Victoria tried not be obvious in her attempt to see what she might be hiding in there. She didn't catch a glimpse of anything interesting, but agreed with Rachel with a firm nod on the subject of trying something a bit less life-ruining.
Victoria wasn't totally out of it, so she could recognize the famed party drug when Rachel held out the box with a challenge. Victoria had seriously been considering just walking away, but perhaps giving this a try wouldn't be so bad. Plus, Rachel knew what she was doing, right? Mustering up her last bit of courage for the night, she gave another nod.
"Sure, as long as you promise to do it with me. I'd appreciate a guide on this......experience."
It’s not really all that big of a deal either though, just something that I love doing. I’ve always enjoyed History, though I can’t exactly say the same for humanities.
Hmm, I've always been of the opinion that history and all the humanities go together. History is technically a part of the humanities, but it gives you some good background when studying the classics. [she shrugged, not wanting to seem too serious, before continuing on] I've never been all that adept in science, it must be interesting to discover all these new things.
I uh, I guess you could say something like that I suppose. Most of my work involves nuclear physics, but occasionally I’ll work on other things in my spare time.
Oh, you know just casual nuclear physics. No biggy, obviously. [reaching the end of the hallway, Victoria used in her pocket to call an elevator downstairs] I'm more of a humanities or history person myself.
Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy
A still silence hung over the common room after the woman had made her comment. The tunes of the 20’s party scene echoed through the near empty space while the unanswered remark thickened the tension in the air. Logan, however, was finally content. So this was what she wanted.
With a sigh, he slid off of the stool, rolling the newspaper around the beer, and walking over to Victoria. Calmly, he fell onto the open spot on the couch, sinking into the comfortable cushioning. Trying to think of how to respond, he let his head fall back, before disheveling his hair. With a loud yawn, he blinked a little bit, rubbing beneath his eyes. He’d finally formulated his response, so, after taking a long swig of beer, he turned to the female, mentioning somewhat offhandedly, “So you’re old as fuck too?”
Victoria sat for several long moments, trying to gauge her new companions reaction. There was yet another awkward silence, the movie characters continuing on their drunken, historically inaccurate, partying rampage. He didn't seem to have much of an outward reaction, so when he stood up to sit down on the couch next to her, Victoria was a tad surprised.
She watched him with a neutral expression, trying to get any glimpse of what he might be thinking. There had to be something going on there, otherwise he probably would have called her crazy and just walked off. No, he had to be making the decision she had made just a few moments prior: to confide in this stranger the true reality of their age.
His comment did make her laugh though, she couldn't help but chuckle at his spot on delivery. She inwardly decided that she liked this guy even though they had only just met. Plus, they had something in common.
"I guess I am. Nice to have someone else in the club."
Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy
Turning further in the seat, the television screen was within his gaze. While Logan had heard of the recent film adaptation, he’d never actually gone to see it. Watching the film now, he noticed all of the little flaws in it’s design. Everything was over saturated. Scoffing a bit to himself, a lazy smirk on his face, he remembered what it was like being in New York at that time, and how it practically did look like an old photo back then- no where near as vibrant or flashy as it appeared on the screen.
Reminded of the company he was near, his grin dropped slowly as he cautiously, but curiously asked, “Yeah, not too much like the history,” The man eyed her for a moment, before taking another sip of beer. He didn’t want to stare, though, in the midst of awkward silence, there was little else to do.
However, something compelled him to believe that there was a similarity between himself and the other agent in the room. Continuing on with the hunch he may or may not have had, the mutant spoke up. “What makes you say that, though? Most people think it’s pretty accurate.” He gave her another glance before returning his eyes to the newspaper.
The man was silent for a few moments after she responded, his attention on the movie Victoria had half-abandoned. While the adaptation did get the whole story line and its characters right, the overall feel of it was nothing like actual 1920s New York. Victoria would know, since she had gone back and forth between Chicago and New York for the decade, mainly enjoying the lavish parties and new dancing. The decade was full of new inventions and experiences. It was nice to encounter something new.
Victoria crossed her arms on the back of the couch, laying her head down on them as she listened to his question. He was certainly one of the more interesting people she had met at the academy, Victoria thought. Everyone at the school was eccentric, but there was a certain quality to him that set him apart.
In a very un-Victoria-like fashion, she decided to just go for it and tell him the truth. Not the whole truth of course, many people at the academy were aware that she quite old, but no one knew the exact date. Victoria herself didn't even know the precise year. With a wicked smile, she threw her curveball, and hoped that things would go over well.
"Well, I was there, for one."
Banner. Urh, Bruce Banner. [Bruce nods and follows her down the hallway] You can just call me Bruce though, if you’d rather. It’s nice meeting you as well, Victoria.
Alright, Bruce. So, since you asked me to take you down to the labs, I'm assume you're one of the super-genius science people that go here. What sort of science do you do then?
Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy
As the girl replied, Logan turned in his seat to face her, resting his beer on his knee once he was settled in the chair. He wasn’t really looking for conversation, but hey, if he was going to sit in a place often inhabited by people, he was asking for it. Not to mention, being reserved is one thing, and being an asshole was another. So, ruffling his hair, he remarked back, “Actually, I don’t have a problem with it- only, it was written in ‘24, Gatsby’s set in ‘22.”
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though there was something that seemed, well, off, about the girl. She was looking at him oddly, like he was a puzzle to be put together, and in response, the mutant shifted in his chair, before taking a swig of the beer. Not wanting to appear tense, he shrugged his shoulders, adding in, “History buff I guess,” before taking in an uncomfortable breath.
This girl most certainly didn’t look like any kind of threat; she was making easy conversation, lounged on a couch, and a a generally pleasant demeanor. Only, she seemed to see something in him, which Logan didn’t really like. Not angry dislike, more of a nervous dislike, though it unsettled him nonetheless. Unsure of whether or not the woman wished to say more, he pulled the newspaper onto his lap, skimming through articles while also listening intently.
Victoria was silent for what was probably considered an uncomfortable amount of time. Normally, she would not have done so, since as a rule she tried to be as friendly as possible, but there was just something about this guy that she couldn't figure out. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what is was about him that made her so curious, but his answer to her question sure had a good deal to do with it.
After a while under her silent, curious gaze, Victoria could see how uncomfortable she was actually making the man, and felt a bit bad as she saw him start reading his newspaper again to escape her staring. To try to ease some of the tension, she chuckled slightly, before finally speaking again.
"Oh yeah, I guess it was '22, now that you mention it. I didn't even notice that, I was too busy focusing on how bad this version of it is." She knew her words were a little odd, even for her, but she was hoping that if this guy was older than he looked he might catch on to what she was saying. Preferably, without her having to come outright with it and possibly be wrong.
Oh trust me, I’m not complaining at all. As much space as possible is probably best.
Would you? I’d really appreciate it.
Sure, it's no problem at all! [Victoria gestured with a nod of her head, and started walking down the hall towards the elevators] I'm Victoria, by the way. It was a pleasure to run into you Mr...?
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For a place that only holds a select few it seems to be fairly large. Does anyone happen to know where the labs are?
We're a select few that really like our space. Once you meet some of the others you'll understand.
I'd be happy to take you down to the labs, though.
Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy
Beer in one hand, newspaper in the other, Logan was headed for one of the common rooms. He couldn’t really explain it -maybe he was spending too much time with Wade- but today, he wanted to be social; not quite a “talking to many people” social, more of an “in the presence of people” kind of social. After all, baby steps. Though, for some reason or another, the mutant chose to leave his dorm and spend the evening reading up on current events in one of the lounges.
After a brief walk, followed by a moment or two in the elevator, he had arrived at his destination for the evening. He was hit by a quiet wave of relief upon noticing that the room was not at all crowded, a couple people wandering through, and one person watching a movie, sitting on one of the couches. Silently, as not to disturb anyone, Logan made his way to one of the stools, setting his beer and paper down onto the ledge, hopping in the seat.
While he read, he was also picking up on the sounds and dialogue going on in the movie playing behind him, and to be honest, he sighed a little. Gatsby. Perhaps it was the grumpy old elder that made him detest historical films, as he could remember being around before the 1900’s, and pick out the flaws in these kinds of movies. In this case, he was halfway through page three of the New York Times, when something in particular brought him out of focus. A familiar -but in this case, factually incorrect- tune caught his ear. Perhaps louder than he noticed, in agitation, the man huffed, “Fuckin’ Rhapsody in Blue.”
Victoria stopped laughing and returned back to her dead silence, slowly peaking over the couch to see who had spoken. It was one of the newer students, one she hadn't talked to before, but had seen walking through the dorms occasionally, usually with a pissed off look and a step that said he had somewhere to be. Victoria had never been around him long enough to introduce herself.
"I take it you don't like Rhapsody in Blue very much.." She joked, a friendly smile on her face. In reality, Victoria had never really minded it much. It was bit overplayed, but it was a good song.
What bothered her much more though, was the man's seeming familiarity with the song. Not many people, apart from musicians, would be able to pick out the badly adapted version of the song, and this man did not really seem like a musician. Perhaps he was, and Victoria was just being paranoid, but she couldn't shake the feeling he knew the song from experience which would mean like her he could be much, much older than he looked.
Victoria and Logan | Historical Accuracy
In the scope of things, movies and films had not really been around all that long, but since their popularization Victoria had loved them. There was such a variety in the stories you could watch play out on screen, and there were always new movies to watch. Film was an escape too: on days where Victoria felt down she could always sit down with a favorite romantic comedy and a cup of tea, and feel much better afterwards.
What she was watching right now was not a romantic comedy, but rather a historical film she hoped would jog some of her memories of the good old days. She had decided to try out the newest Great Gatsby movie. She had read, and enjoyed the book, so decided simply to jump in and see how the movie adaptation stacked up.
While the plot was mostly the same, and she liked the actors, the movie historically inaccurate to an almost laughable point, for Victoria. While the 1920s were certainly a good time, parties were never like that, music was obviously never like that and people were never all that happy in the wake of World War I.
One particular party scene was so bad (champagne was spraying everywhere, the women were all but naked, and people were breaking things left and right) that she abruptly snorted and couldn't help but obnoxiously laugh out loud. The voice behind her scared her right out of her laughing fit, and she wondered how long whoever it was had been standing there.
[sighs a little] I guess I’m lucky in that sense. The person I’ve forgotten, he’s…he’s not gone. He’s here, actually. But I think somehow that also makes it worse. I can’t avoid him forever, and I can’t avoid the fact that I don’t remember a single thing about him, so it’s just…uncomfortable for both of us.
Hmm, that is a tough one. [Victoria agreed with a nod] Steve's a great guy though, from what I hear. I've never spoken to him, but if you really were such good friends I'm positive he'd be willing to work with you to try and reclaim some of those memories, at the very least. And, since he's a link to your past, he's one of the best resources you have; I wouldn't avoid him if I were you.
Fish Out Of Water || Rachel & Victoria
While she was listening, Rachel was always a multitasker, as she could never be occupied by doing one thing alone. Given such, as Victoria carried on with explaining why she was here, the female was occupied with picking the chipping pink polish off of her nails. The coating on her thumb and index fingers had been picked off, and she had moved on to the middle finger when she heard “coke”.
"Holy fuck- that’s some serious shit. You’re gutsy, or at least more so than you look." Rachel made the remark while raising her eyebrow at the girl, before crossing her arms and nodding her head in approval. "So you looking for some company to get high or something?"
There was something about her own statement that brought a laugh out of the energetic woman- the thought of holding someone’s hand and taking baby steps with them through their first drug experience- “Wait, hold up. Have you ever tried anything else before this, or is cocaine gonna be your first drug interaction?”
Victoria didn't exactly know how to react to Rachel's response, she didn't feel particularly gutsy; she just felt pretty stupid. And in fact, now that she was here, in the company of someone experienced with this kind of thing, she did kind of feel like throwing caution to the wind and trying some.
"I guess I am in a way. I figured if anything freaky happened you would know how to deal it. I mean that in the best way possible, too. As for prior drug experience-that would be pretty minimal." She admitted, hoping that Rachel didn't think she was as dumb as Victoria felt.
She shifted awkwardly, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a small package, tossing it on the bed. "I didn't get all that much, I didn't have too much cash on me. I'm pretty sure the guy who sold it to me took me for someone else, since he kept trying to push off more on me."
Finally finished putting--
Eh, much like yourself I’m not originally from around here but, my brother and I have made it pretty good here.
Two of the same then. Some people actually had a beef with moving here, the Academy used to be located way out in North Carolina, in pretty much the middle of nowhere. I can't really understand it.
